Cat Breeding Manual

Nakajima Atsushi looked out of the situation, followed Dazai Osamu's line of sight, and found the ocher kitten in the box that Natsume Takashi held in his arms.

He laughed and said, "Hey, that cat really looks like Mr. Dazai's cat."

Dazai remained silent.

It's more than a resemblance, if he's not mistaken, it's the same one.

The fact that the cat ran away can be regarded as the first experience in Dazai Osamu's life.

Atsushi Nakajima beside him was still talking: "I think... Mr. Dazai's cat seems to be called... Chuya! Speaking of it, I seem to have heard it somewhere?"

The boy with silver-white hair turned his head sideways, his glass-like purple-gold eyes were full of doubts.

Osamu Dazai didn't have the mood to answer his doubts for the time being, instead he found out the answer by himself, and tapped his palm as if inspired.

"Ah, I remembered, Mr. Chuya Nakahara of the port mafia, his name seems to be pronounced very similar to Chuya's name!"

Osamu Dazai: ...

Should the tiger's acuity be used in this regard?

Although from the beginning of the naming, he really didn't have any good intentions, and even held the idea of ​​using this to tease Chuya Nakahara who would return to normal in the future.

The kite eyes looked at Atsushi Nakajima indifferently, and seemed to be mixed with mixed emotions of helplessness and relief.

Dun-jun, it has indeed grown.

"Mr. Dazai, isn't it?"

Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head, blinking his eyes and asking in puzzlement.

While they were talking, the green light on the sidewalk over there just happened to turn on, and at the same time the signal lights on the main road also switched. Vehicles blocked at the intersection flooded into the road like fish, blocking Osamu Dazai's view.

When the vehicles gradually dispersed a lot, and when I looked up again, there was no longer a boy holding a cat over there.

At this time, even if he chases after him, he might not be able to find out which direction the young man turned, and it would be a waste of effort.

Osamu Dazai helped his forehead, and wanted to refuse to answer Atsushi Nakajima's question, so he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said to him casually: "Atsushi-kun, let's go to Kunikida quickly, or we will go to you later. It’s going to be a hell of a lot to listen to him.”

Atsushi Nakajima nodded obediently, and was simply bypassed by Osamu Dazai.

"Yes, Dazai-san, let's go then."

He even had the urge to run wildly, but he stopped after being held down by Osamu Dazai on his shoulders, and proceeded obediently at the original speed.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, and his kite eyes quietly swept across the street corner where he had just seen Zhongyuan Meow. The speed at which the other party disappeared almost made him feel like he was hallucinating.

He followed Atsushi Nakajima absent-mindedly, and sent a text message to Nakahara Chuya with one hand while holding the mobile phone. Although the content of the text message still didn't look good, it could easily arouse Nakahara Chuya's anger.

Tsk, no matter how I think about it, I'm still a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Dazai?"

As if noticing Osamu Dazai's inattention, Atsushi Nakajima called softly.

Osamu Dazai smiled quickly, looking back at Atsushi Nakajima with his kite eyes, but Atsushi Nakajima felt as if he was looking at someone out of focus in a daze.

"Huh? Is there a problem, Don-kun."

"...No, it's nothing, Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima shook his head, shaking the illusion out of his mind, and turned his gaze back to the road ahead.

Osamu Dazai's sand-colored windbreaker seemed a little elegant as he walked. The two walked one after the other, and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

……

Just now, Zhongyuan Meow in the box stood up suddenly, staring at the person across the road as if he had noticed something.

Natsume Takashi was stunned, and turned his head to look behind him, but unfortunately, his sight was blocked by a speeding car.

He asked with some uncertainty: "Did you see your master?"

Because the cat teacher on his shoulder said that the petite ocher cat in front of him should also be a kind of monster, so Natsume Takashi directly asked Nakahara Meow.

Zhongyuan Meow turned her head when she heard his voice, her cobalt blue almond eyes were as clean as a clear lake without any impurities.

Rather than being the master, it's more like seeing an old enemy full of vicious humor.

It's just that he didn't go to find Osamu Dazai, and he could meet him on the road. Did the detective agency accept any strange commissions?

Such a decent style really doesn't look like his style.

Nakahara also thought about it, and felt that it was more important to ask Mr. Cat first about the monster than Osamu Dazai.

After all, that kind of bandage spirit, even if he doesn't care, he can still jump down well.

Creatures like monsters are rare existences.

Although in a sense, the Rage God he himself represents is extremely rare or even has no similar existence.

"Meow."

The ochre-colored kitten in front of him suddenly let out a low voice, the voice was not much different from that of ordinary milk cats, just as delicate and soft.

Natsume Takashi tilted his head, met Nakahara Meow's big eyes, and looked suspiciously at the cat teacher on his shoulder.

He tried to ask Mr. Cat what this meow represented.

Teacher Cat... Teacher Cat said that she didn't want to talk, and it was impossible not to understand if she didn't understand.

Mr. Cat closed his smiling eyes, pretending not to see Natsume Takashi's question.

Natsume Takashi looked at the cat teacher who was escaping, and couldn't help but chuckled.

It's really rare to see Mr. Cat looking so self-destructive.

Seeing that Zhongyuan Meow finally sat back in the box, it just changed from the original half-standing half-sitting posture to a lying-sitting posture, with its tail wrapping around itself, and gently closing its eyes.

Teacher Cat opened his eyes and urged, "Natsume, go back quickly."

It just so happened that the signal light also turned green, and Nakahara Meow in the box became quiet and stopped moving. Natsume Takashi nodded and left without staying any longer.

Bypassing the country road, the surrounding trees gradually became denser, followed by a slight chill that was difficult to shake off.

Zhongyuan Meow shook the cat's ears and felt an obvious change in temperature. He stood up and looked out.

Natsume Takashi smiled and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, we'll be there soon."

He quickly opened the door, greeted Aunt Tazi in the room, and quickly sent the box containing Zhongyuan Meow to the room.

Because it is a monster, although it looks like a harmless kitten, it is still a monster different from humans. Takashi Natsume does not want the Fujiwara couple to come into contact with the world of monsters.

Toko Fujiwara poked her head out from the kitchen, a little puzzled: "Takashi-kun, don't run so fast."

Natsume Takashi raised his voice and replied, "Yes, I'm sorry, Aunt Tako."

"Kizhi-kun, there are strawberries bought by Mr. Zi at home, remember to eat after you put away the things."

"it is good--"

He opened the door of the room, carefully set aside the box containing Zhongyuan Meow, and left Mr. Cat in the room, then went downstairs while answering Aunt Tazi downstairs.

Occasional conversational voices spread through the walls to the second floor.

"Guizhi-jun, why didn't you see Meowji?"

"Teacher Cat, I'm tired of going out, and I don't want to come out of my room."

Takashi Natsume laughed and fooled Mr. Cat unskillfully, but Toko Fujiwara didn't ask any more questions, just turned around with a smile and went into the kitchen to bring out the strawberries.

In the room on the second floor, Nakahara Niao jumped out of the box neatly, and the meat pad firmly stepped on the wooden floor of Natsume Takashi's room. He quickly glanced at the decoration in the room.

It looks like that young man is just an ordinary human high school student.

"you--"

The three-flowered cat in front of him suddenly made a sound, calling Chuya Zhongya's attention.

Teacher Cat raised his front paw, with the aura of a big brother in the underworld, and lightly tapped Zhongyuan Meow on the forehead.

Zhongyuan Meow tilted her head, her cobalt blue apricot eyes were full of doubts.

Does this fat three-colored cat mean to fight him first?