Chief Okita in Taisho

"Are you Dazai?" Okita Souji asked.

The young Yuan Tong dodged for a moment, as if he wanted to talk about him.

Anticipating that the other party would not admit it immediately, Souji Okita smiled and put the "Complete Suicide Manual" in his arms, "If you don't answer, I don't want to return your book."

He is the best at hiding things like books!

In the past, Mr. Hijikata's "Toyotama's Sentence Collection" was not missing.

The young man pursed his lips, as if struggling.

Okita Souji smiled slightly.

He reached out and took the lighter on the table.Da, the flames lit up.

The flames are only a few feet away from the edge of the page!

The young man's pupils opened wide.

His masterpiece!his baby!

Although the content is already familiar by heart, he still feels distressed if the book is burned, okay?

Look at Okita-kun's face again, it is simply a devil's smile.

"All right……"

The young man admitted slowly.

"It was discovered."

He drooped his shoulders and sighed, "As expected of you, Okita-kun."

Souji Okita extinguished the fire.

It was Dazai, so what the other party did made sense.

"What's going on?" he asked, "Did you grow up suddenly, or...?"

"I swapped with the Dazai you know," Osamu Dazai explained patiently when facing Souji Okita's question, "but I also have memories of getting along with you, he is the future him."

"Swapping technology is a black technology of the mafia in this era."

"Why did you come to this era?"

Is there any purpose?

Okita Souji said and walked to the window.

The floor of the cadres is different from the floor of the chief's room, which is lower.

It was different from the perspective he saw at the Landmark Building that day.

"Hey, I didn't do it voluntarily." Osamu Dazai leaned on the sofa, spread his hands, skillfully avoiding the truth, "It must have been a guy in this era who accidentally flipped the switch. I was also confused when I first arrived."

"Oh, is it so."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

What a perfunctory answer.

Okita-kun didn't believe him at all.

Osamu Dazai stood up and walked to Souji Okita.

"If you want to see the scenery, I will take you to another place."

"Dazai."

Okita Souji looked out the window and asked, "Have you met me at the age of 22?"

"Not when you fell into the water, but before that."

"..."

Reflected in the window, Osamu Dazai had already turned his back, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"No."

"If it were me at the age of 22, it would be the first time I met recently."

Okita Souji lowered his eyes slightly.

"Is it……"

The other place Osamu Dazai mentioned was the chief's room on the top floor.

The closed floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, and the sunlight flooded in, instantly turning the dark cage into a bright palace.

No building dares to be built higher than the chief's office building, so the blue sky can be seen directly from the window.

"It's so beautiful," Okita Souji sighed, "Sure enough, it would be better to shine in the light."

"No, it has nothing to do with the light."

Osamu Dazai lowered his hand from the switch, and the rest of the words were buried in silence.

Just because you came.

The leader has changed positions, many things need to be cleaned up, and the leader's room is still a little messy.

In the middle of the carpet, there is even a grand piano dug out from nowhere. The body of the piano is black and shiny, exuding a quiet and noble atmosphere.

Okita Souji approached.

"Is this...a foreign musical instrument?"

It was never seen at the end of the Tokugawa period. Although there were foreign factors infiltrated in the Taisho period, it was rare to see such expensive and large items.

"It's a piano."

"A keyboard instrument in Western classical music, consisting of 88 keys, including 52 white keys and 36 black keys."

Dazai Osamu's slender fingertips slid across the body of the piano, black and white are distinct.

He looked at Souji Okita.

"Want to hear it?"

Okita Souji nodded.

The man in the white suit opened the piano stool and sat down.

The ten fingers pressed down on the keys at the same time, and there was a heavy sound, like a conductor taking a deep breath before starting.

Then, fluent notes flowed out like flowing water.

The man's bony fingers danced on the keyboard.

The soft light from the window poured in, casting faint shadows under his lowered eyelids.The black hair is slightly curly, and it seems that every strand of hair is shimmering.

Extraordinarily elegant.

But that mature and gloomy temperament lingers.

Dazai, who grew up, gave people a very heavy sense of fatigue.

"..."

Realizing that he was staring at Dazai's face for too long, Souji Okita looked away and clenched his fingers into a fist to cover his mouth and nose.

There is a strange feeling.

Although not much, he did have a feeling that he had never felt before, and he didn't hate it.

All the notes turned into transparent threads, lingering around him aloofly, not daring to bind him tightly, but wanting to attract his attention.

Is it the emotion of watching the boy he took care of grow up, just like watching Xiaotie once.

No, it's not the same.

Dazai has repeatedly asked not to treat him like a child, and he does put the other party in an equal position to himself.

Well, this feeling is...

Okita Souji closed his eyes, not letting himself think about it.

"Dazai, are you the mafia leader?"

The notes faltered imperceptibly for a moment.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, glanced at Souji Okita, and lowered his eyes.

"Yes."

Not now, but in the future - yes.

"Did you do it voluntarily?"

how is this possible.

The mafia, and indeed the whole world, fell like a huge burden on his thin shoulders.

But he had to do it, in order to save a person.

"Yes." Dazai replied.

Okita Souji's eyes fell on the opponent's hand playing the piano.

Can even the hand that kills people like hemp and ruined countless lives play such a clear tune?

Why not myself.

Okita Souji didn't ask any more questions.

That's how they get along.

Not much to say.

They are all extremely delicate and caring about other people's feelings. They are so gentle that even if they are in great pain, they don't want to show it.

The soul is equally clear.

His hands were also dirty.

So, even without speaking, they can understand each other's thoughts.

Cherish and protect each other's tenderness.

……

A song ends.

"What's your name?" Okita asked.

"It's a song I made up myself," Osamu Dazai said, "[Redemption]."

Okita Souji pondered for a moment.

"Nice name."

After thinking about it, he smiled again: "As expected of you."

"Want to try it?"

Okita Souji's eyes lit up.

This can have.

Osamu Dazai stepped aside, Director Okita sat on the piano bench, turned to look at the person behind him: "How do you play?"

Osamu Dazai bent down, and while politely keeping a distance from the opponent's back, he touched uncontrollably from time to time during his movements.

He taught with his hands, his breath caressing through his dark purple hair.

"This key is do."

"This re..."

"The combination is do, re, mi, fa, soi, la, si."

"The black keys represent sharps and flats, but beginners generally don't use them."

"Oh~~~"

Okita Souji showed a strange expression, glanced at Osamu Dazai who was leaning over his head, and joked: "I can't imagine that Osamu Osamu, who is a music idiot, will be so proficient in rhythm in the future?"

"If Luo Ji is still alive, maybe I can still earn my breath in front of her?"

Osamu Dazai's expression froze, and there was a hint of blackness in his smile.

"...Can you stop talking about it, Soujirou?"

He has memories of the past!

Okita Souji laughed.

Nakahara Chuya, who walked around the mafia and came back to look for Soujiro, opened the door and quickly closed it.

grass!what did he see ! ! !

This guy really has ulterior motives!So close to Soujiro!

Okita Souji's laughter stopped Nakahara Chuya from rushing in.

……never mind.

Zhongyuanzhong also chose to go around again.

Anyway, he doesn't need to take action, if Qing Guang and An Ding find out, they will probably torture this guy to death.

Neither of the two in the chief's room noticed Chuya Chuya's movement.

It should be said that a bandage spirit found it, but pretended not to find it.

Under the guidance of Osamu Dazai, Souji Okita tried to play it again.

"No, I played it wrong here, Soujiro."

As Osamu Dazai said, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the opponent's hand.

The two were stunned at the same time.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became subtle.

The two remained in this position for a few seconds without moving, and neither spoke.

The hands of the two are also slender and beautiful, the hands of the mafia leader are slightly larger than the hands of the swordsman, and the cool temperature is transmitted to each other.

This is different from eating poisonous mushroom handles before!

You can still find an excuse to say that you are insane!

Osamu Dazai scolded himself in his heart, and he didn't dare to see Souji Okita's expression.With a low cough, he pretended to teach without any other emotion, "It's played like this..."

It's like he's split in two.

One himself was dizzy, like stepping on a soft cloud, and his usually fine-calculating mind went blank.

One mechanically teaches the other to play.

Okita Souji...doesn't seem to be affected.

After playing, he withdrew his hand and smiled wryly.

"This kind of thing really doesn't suit me."

"Maybe I'm still only suitable for fighting?"

"No, Soujiro can play well, if you want."

Osamu Dazai looked determined.

Okita Souji couldn't laugh or cry about his trust in the other party.

"Don't trust me like that."

"My swordsmanship talent is not used in rhythm."

"If Soujiro has practiced this piece well, can you play it for me?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, with a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Okita Souji was silent for a moment.

"Dazai."

"No one can guarantee the future."

Osamu Dazai understood the other party's euphemistic refusal, his eyes darkened a little, and his lips tightened.

Do you still want to go back to the end of the Bakumatsu?

Is that organization, that battlefield, still your final destination?

Even that is history.

Don't dwell on the past... Soujiro.Standing behind Souji Okita, Osamu Dazai looked at his hands,

"I can meet you now," he said, "[Disqualification in the World] has no exceptions, and according to my memory, before crossing to Yokohama, you are still in a state that will be eliminated by 'I'."

Osamu Dazai asked, "What happened in the middle?"

"I killed half of the windups and can choose special rewards."

Director Okita looked at him sideways, and said slowly and solemnly: "I choose the reward to be...'Reality'."

He is now a real, human body.

Can no longer be nullified.

"..."

Osamu Dazai's pupils widened slightly, and his breathing was imperceptibly chaotic for a moment.

... because of me?

He dared not ask this question.

The heart beat uncontrollably.

The side profile of the long-haired handsome boy is exquisite, and compared to the previous energetic body, it has a bit more of a "human" breath.

Before that, his body had been stuck at the age of 16, and now he is seventeen or eighteen.

In fact, there is no difference between Okita Souji's appearance in his teens and his 20s. Time seems to be standing still on him, as if God does not want to see his face age.

... So, is it necessary to take his life as soon as possible?

"Should I try again?"

Souji Okita's voice brought Osamu Dazai back to his thoughts.

Osamu Dazai: "Yes."

The notes sounded stumblingly.

While the other party was concentrating on fighting wits with the piano, Osamu Dazai gently grabbed a strand of blue-purple hair in such a small way that the other party would not notice, and kissed reverently.

It was the most daring thing he could do.

……

"Why hasn't Chuya come back yet?"

After closing the piano cover, Souji Okita asked, "Isn't it good for us to stay here all the time?"

Anyway, Osamu Dazai is just a cadre now, and he is playing around with the head office as if it were his own office. If he is found out, he will be punished!

Dazai laughed.

"Mr. Mori is currently busy with the arsenal and the remnants of the ancestors. He will never come back."

"No money, no one, no rights... how pathetic~"

Osamu Dazai dragged his tone and expressed emotion, inevitably gloating.

At the age of 22, he can be said to be able to handle such a situation with ease, not to mention that he has a golden finger who has traveled back from the future, and he knows what happened in the past.

Mr. Sen still needs to work hard to consolidate his current position.

His assistance is necessary.

The 22-year-old Osamu Dazai is not as young as a teenager, and even Mori Ogai is a little bit afraid.

"Ask Soujiro whatever you want."

Osamu Dazai walked to the middle table and poured two cups of tea from the carved white porcelain pot, "As long as I can tell you, I will tell you."

"What happened to the Mafia recently?" Okita Souji asked.

"As you can see."

Osamu Dazai handed one of the cups to Souji Okita, and sipped the other cup by himself, "The previous leader abdicated, Mr. Mori succeeded, and the mess is currently being rectified."

"Of course, there is a price to be paid for this 'abdication'... the price of blood."

"...!"

Okita Souji instantly understood.

He was never one to stay away from conspiracy.

On the contrary, he understood what Osamu Dazai said.

In the early days of the establishment of the Shinsengumi, four people assassinated the then director Kamo Serizawa on a rainy night, and Yusai Kondo was able to take over.

One of those four was Souji Okita.

It was this incident that cast a shadow in the heart of Mr. Shannan, who has a gentle temperament, and became the beginning of a future break.

I am different.

Serizawa duck is just one of the people Okita Souji killed, and will continue to kill in the future.

Your own soul is full of filth.

If you want to say whose soul is truly noble, Mr. Shannan is it.Okita Souji thought silently.

"At the moment, it is the right choice for Mr. Mori to take the position, so I will assist him temporarily." Osamu Dazai said.

In fact, it is also helping yourself.

He is quietly paving the way for the self who will be exchanged later.

"Under Mr. Sen's arrangement, the port mafia will slowly restore order."

"If the old man Xiandai continues to make trouble, the whole city will be destroyed."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help complaining.

Okita Souji was thoughtful.

That said, the current port mafia needn't worry too much.

The spies you want to be placed by the Supernatural Secret Service Division can also come over, what's your name, Ango Sakaguchi?

On the high-grade solid wood desk, the contact phone rang.

Osamu Dazai walked over to pick it up very naturally.

"Hey."

"……it's me."

"Well... come in."

The office door was pushed open.

The man in black walks in.

"Officer Tsushima, there is a mission that requires you to go—"

He paused, and turned his face towards Okita Souji, as if he was asking whether he should continue.

"It's ok."

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth and gave Okita Souji [-]% trust.

The content is nothing more than some high-level transactions, and there is a possibility of misfire.

It's time to cultivate the martial arts faction.Dazai thought.

Hongye cadres have no objection to Mr. Mori's succession to the throne. The reason is not to support Mr. Mori, but to harbor resentment towards the former leader who killed his lover.

Dazuo cadres and Mr. Guangjin are both senior figures, and they have not expressed their views so far.

A... don't mention it.

Is it time to lure the little man in?

For Sojiro's sake, he had left the dog alone for a while.

It's time to step in and work hard.

This is also the reason why Osamu Dazai let Nakahara Chuya enter the Hong Kong Black Headquarters today.

The ingenious part of his arrangement is that he let Zhongyuan Zhongye find out the information about Hong Kong gangsters' desolation and tyranny by himself, but he didn't let him see the whole picture.

Just like putting bone soup in the house, the dog will follow the smell and paw at the door.

Afterwards, just a little more prodding...

At that time, Chuya himself proposed to join the mafia, and he did not ask for it. Don't blame him, Sojiro.

Osamu Dazai asked his subordinates to retreat, and then walked into the inner room next to him.

When he came out again, his white suit was changed to black.

His whole demeanor became dark and depressed.

The 22-year-old Osamu Dazai has a dark aura lingering around him.

Noticing Souji Okita's gaze, Osamu Dazai, who was straightening his neckline, smiled and asked, "Do I look better in white or black?"

"White."

Osamu Dazai nodded deeply.

"Sure enough, Soujiro's answer."

There was no mirror, and the tie was crooked several times. Osamu Dazai raised his head, showing a harmless and slightly coquettish smile that would only be shown in front of Souji Okita.

"I can't tie a tie well..."

"Help me?"

The author has something to say: Okita Souji: I'm sorry, I can't either.

Then tie the tie into a bow.

It is no longer Oda Tsukuru that the leader Zai wants to save.

Dazai: Your strategy is too weak, let me do it instead, and learn from it.

Xiao Zai: ...