Personality is probably to see a cute one [Comprehensive]

Two teenagers wearing the same dark-colored yukata came out of the wagashi shop with small bags.

Yuma is wearing a mask, the corners of Haori are embroidered with golden clock patterns, and her long blue hair is loosely tied on her left chest; Dazai's right eye is wrapped with bandages on his neck and arm, and behind Haori is a misty ink painting The white crane spread its wings in the sky among the mountains and clouds, and its short black hair has a little fluffy natural curls, and it looks like it really wants to be touched.

"You are really generous to Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai stared at the bag in Yuma's hand with dissatisfaction, his cheeks puffed up, he took out a piece of Daifuku from the snack bag in his hand and bit it down, "Well, it's so sweet !"

"After all..."

Mr. Wenhausen!

Together with Natsume Soseki and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Mr. Mori Ogai is known as the three major writers of modern Japanese literature in the world!

Youzhen swallowed the facts, her smile remained unchanged: "After all, he is the new boss of the Port Mafia, so it would be too impolite to not bring anything when you visit."

"You really know." Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, his smile was a little bit malicious, but it seemed a little cute because of the obvious narrow-minded banter, "When I mentioned the Mafia just now, you didn't reject it at all. Woolen cloth."

"Eh? Do you need to repel?"

Osamu Dazai chewed the Daifuku, stared at Saiki Yuma like a little hamster for a few seconds.

"It's true that most people reject the Mafia just because they are afraid. You don't seem to be afraid at all."

Reminiscent of the boy's miraculous physique that is alive and kicking under high-voltage electricity, Osamu Dazai probably began to understand this person's character, and his smile became more refreshing.

"Well, that's fine too."

While talking and walking, Dazai licked off the glutinous rice flour on his fingertips, and several shadows shrouded in front of him.

"Wow..." The boy exclaimed inexplicably.

They were a few vicious-looking young gangsters. It seemed that in order to highlight this ferocity, all the staff drew them—or maybe they had tattoos on them.

Armaments include a modified locomotive that is cool but not sure if it will get out of control, a baseball bat studded with several iron nails that looks like a mace, curved iron pipes with sharp cuts, folding knives, utility knives, etc.

"you--"

"Wow, so scary!"

Before the hooligans said the words of robbery, Dazai boy had exaggeratedly exclaimed, as if he was very scared, but actually hid behind Yuma with a particularly relaxed expression.

Yuma, who was caught off guard by being pushed out to face the gangsters face to face, was stunned: ...

Because he was wearing a mask, only those blank blue eyes were exposed.

The punks waited for a while.

There was no panicked response.

The atmosphere was suddenly very silent and awkward.

Yuma looked around, it was very quiet.

Although there are quite a few people living there, none of them meddle in their own business.

Passers-by are in a hurry, avoiding this scene.

That's the way it is, the style of painting here is like this.

Has Dazai always lived in this environment?

No wonder the personality is somewhat...

However, it is already great to be able to maintain a normal vision of the world and guard some kind of inner hope.

No matter a wise man or a fool, no matter whether he is born a proud son of heaven or a worm at the bottom of the quagmire, there is always some kind of dazzling flame burning inside man.

The appearance of people who are working towards the "light" and even struggling for a certain ideal with all their strength, burning all their souls, is the most moving.

But those guys who gave up their lives, only wanting to be saved by others, and then dragging the saved people into the quagmire...

There is no value to cherish.

Before the gangsters regained their momentum and threatened for the second time, Yuuma turned around, handed the bag of snacks in his hand and the bag containing the clothes he changed earlier to Dazai, then patted his fluffy head lightly, and smiled.

"Okay, don't worry."

Osamu Dazai is a smart man.

Just as Dazai has basically figured out Yuma's character, Yuma can probably guess Dazai's surviving posture.

If he didn't make a move, he might not be at a disadvantage among this group of people.

But... the opponent's physical strength is too weak, no matter how clever he is, he is still a child who will be directly injured by violence.

People who are not "able to protect themselves" do not expect to be protected by others.

"Are you trying to rob?"

The boy Youzhen took out a black bone fan from his arms slowly, and looked up at the gangsters calmly.

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

"Do you know whose territory is near here!"

"Hand over your valuables!"

"Take off the mask too!"

A relatively short-looking young man stared at Yuzhen's back for a while, as if thinking of something, he was startled: "Wait..."

But none of his companions could hear his alarmed voice.

"Anyway, it's really interesting to be robbed." The corners of Youzhen's lips under the mask slightly raised, with some anticipation for novelty in the rebellious youth, "It's the first time I've fought with someone, and the shot is heavy." Is it okay?"

"It's okay, these guys are just the bottom of society's trash."

There was a hint of danger and arrogance in Osamu Dazai's gentle voice that made one's ears tremble slightly.

It's also like the bored sigh of a misanthrope who can't find anything interesting in this world.

However, Qi Mu Youzhen suddenly gave birth to the fact that the other party is just a smart child who has been hurt countless times by the world and can't understand. At a loss, he can only choose to watch the world silently in autism, but he can't. Participate in the loneliness.

Once he began to accept Osamu Dazai by his side, those dark places that he had avoided before would gradually get a reasonable explanation.

Qi Muyou really knows that this is the reason why he doesn't want to get involved with people with bad intuition——

The handsome little brother who is delineated within his protection range will be subconsciously protected by him.

Both body and mind.

This kind of relationship has already been established when being pushed out by the other party as a shield without any displeasure.

Sure enough... this guy is kind of scary.

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"Whoa, that's ingenious...not a single one died."

Yuuma waved his sleeves, which were not stained with any dust and filth, and after taking care of the group of tall guys with ease, he turned around and saw Dazai, who was squatting next to a fainted young man, holding his chin and looking like an academic seminar .

"I don't do illegal things like murder." Yuma walked up to Dazai and picked up the bags that had been thrown on the ground, "Okay, let's go."

"Oh——" Dazai boy replied with a seemingly obedient drawl.

Wouldn't kill people - this kind of firm tone is not to make sure that he will never encounter special circumstances, but to conclude that even in special circumstances, he can easily create an option not to kill people?

What kind of ability user is Saiki Yuma?

Osamu Dazai was very curious in his heart.

The desire to explore makes him like a child who is tired of playing with everything at hand and suddenly discovers the latest perfect toy—except for the overly beautiful things that sprouted when the other party stared into his eyes and said "like" when they first met In addition to his possessiveness, the opponent's strength also made him interested.

After all... What is there that he doesn't know?

Can humans really be omnipotent?

Hidden under the well-behaved iris pupils is still a lonely soul that is too cold and has not yet been warmly loved in this world.

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Yuma followed Osamu Dazai around alleys one after another.

"There were all kinds of people hanging around here before." Osamu Dazai pouted, "Since Mr. Mori changed from a black market doctor to the boss of the port mafia, almost no one came here to seek medical treatment."

The blue-haired boy looked up at the sniper lying on the roof not far away, as well as the monitors hanging on the buildings and telephone poles on both sides of the street, and didn't bother to complain.

Some ominous marks could be vaguely discerned on the dirty walls.

"That's it."

No one dares to seek medical treatment from the mafia boss at the risk of being shot!

He just came here to see what kind of person Wenhausen Ogai in this world is after he becomes the mafia boss.

The Fukuzawa Yukichi whom I met before seems to have become the president of the armed detective agency in this city, together with Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko.

Mr. Ogai Mori has Osamu Dazai here...

What an amazing combination.

He actually understands that the writers of this world are not the same as the authors of the works he saw in the bookstore, and he also knows that if he just wants to know the other party's information, he does not need to meet him face to face, whether it is through perspective or through monsters or with You can get correct information through spiritual arts.

But...why do we have to meet each other in a serious way.

Probably because, only in this way can I express a little bit of my longing for the original world.

He misses the world he was born in, but he no longer understands whether he should go back or not.

It seems that such a sense of distance and longing can just relieve this kind of dazed and irritable mood that occasionally arises.

Then continue to live in your own way and live happily every day.

Osamu Dazai stopped in front of a clinic with frosted glass doors.

"Doctor Sen, are you home—" the young man said in a sleepy voice, "I brought a guest."

He opened the door, and the wind chime above the door frame made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Oh, Dazai-kun, you're back."

Sitting in front of the wooden table piled with various medicines, prescriptions, and documents, the doctor in a white coat gurgled around with the chair.

It was an unkempt middle-aged man, the new stubble on his chin seemed to have not been trimmed in time, and his whole person exuded a doctor's unique temperament of overwork, abstinence, seriousness and sharpness.

sharp...

Mori Ogai looked at the boy who dared to step into this clinic under the leadership of Osamu Dazai.

The powerful and cold purple eyes that belonged to the superior, which had not been closed in an instant, were like a small but extremely sharp scalpel, with a flashing cold light, silently sinking into the heart.

Qi Muyou was really tempted by the cold purple.

It belongs to adults who still maintain the pursuit of life and ideals after experiencing all kinds of things, and hide the burning flame of life in their hearts all the time.

This firm attachment to the goal and the future, as well as the sense of sharpness that can be mercilessly burned out even for the ideal, and the calmness that is even a bit depressed, carefully observing and ignoring the stubble. Pretty good looking...

Oh my god, this man is actually so beautiful!

The sultry spirit was so shocked by this temperament that she dropped the bag in her hand!

He suppressed the sound of overly excited breathing, with a snack in one hand and a rose in the other, he rushed forward in one stride!

"I fell in love with you at first sight, Mr. Mori!"

The boy's eyes were shining, his smile was bright, and he held the roses and exquisite snacks in front of the astonished port mafia boss, as if offering the best things in the world.

——Those purple eyes are so beautiful.

The author has something to say: Dazai: Wait, this is not the same as expected? !

Mori Ogai: ...Where did you get the roses from?

Yuma: It's great that I didn't make a mistake in front of the beauty when I used the ability of equivalent exchange for the first time!

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About Yuu's true love.

I like good-looking little brothers, and I like people who have goals and ideals in their daily lives.

Basically, it is only aimed at the personality of the individual, and has nothing to do with the person's occupation, background or anything.

Because everyone grows up in a different environment, no matter what the conditions are, a person who burns a certain kind of survival flame in his heart and never gives up on his future is good.

But before Zai Zai, he had a black mud look of "it seems that his personality is hopeless and he will drag people to hell", so Yuma kept him at a respectful distance.

He never asks others to do anything, nor does he deliberately save people who have nothing to do with him. He just does what he should do, and by the way, he is courteous to the handsome little brother who can't overturn his car.

——At first glance, Mr. Mori is a mature adult who will not be tempted, so if you like it, you can speak out boldly!

Mori Ogai: ...

Osamu Dazai: ...

Yuma: Hey!

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Do you guys like Thurse's brains so much... [Exploring on the verge of pre-acquisition]

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