I am forced to collect

Oda Sakunosuke's artifact form is a 9mm black pistol.

When seeing it for the first time, to be honest, it surprised Chunyan a bit.

In her heart, although Oda Sakunosuke is a man of one word and one word, but he often restrains his edge, and his words are never mixed with aggressiveness, which is almost perfectly in line with Chun Yan's imagination of the kind of gentle and polite writer.

Before this, she always thought that the form of Oda Sakunosuke's artifact would be more like a traditional sword, and it might not even be a weapon.

The red-haired man's shoulder also left the word "Weaving" after Chunyan's name.It was all because Chunyan was not good at choosing names, so she simply used the first word in his name.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't express his liking or disliking.Didn't say "weaver" which sounded like a girl, just said "that's pretty catchy".

They were walking on the streets of Nishimori, passing middle school students carrying school bags from time to time.The evening sun was a little dim, but it was still far from the time to turn on the street lights.

Twilight is the time of the devil.

The monsters on the other side will wait for the opportunity to act from the cracks and shadows, and get into the weakest moment of the creatures on the other side, inducing them to do actions that may be regretted for life, or never regretted again.But the journey was relatively smooth, and Chunyan was able to avoid those little monsters without using the magic weapon.

On days like this, Chunyan sees unexpected people.

The boy's silver hair was particularly conspicuous, and he was carrying a bag in his hand, and he could vaguely see the same color as Bingsheng's school uniform inside.

"Mr. Neighbor who suffers from chuunibiya?" Chunyan said subconsciously.

"Are you looking for death!" The boy immediately noticed the girl's loud voice, and turned his head with a vicious expression, "Don't think that I won't do anything to you just because you're a girl!"

After the silver-haired boy finished speaking, he turned around and suddenly shifted his gaze to Oda Sakunosuke.

His eyes were too focused and serious, and his brows were expressionless, highlighting the sharpness and sharpness of his facial features.

(He found the gun hidden under my coat.)

(Or, he sensed it—I have the same taste as him.)

Oda Sakunosuke tensed up all over his body, recalling the faint smell of explosives since he met this boy, and began to carefully grasp the clues to think whether there was such a young traveler who used bombs as weapons.

To be honest, there are very few people in Yokohama who can match their age with weapons, and there are even fewer who look a little bit mixed...

The only thing worthy of it should be in Italy, where he should dutifully stay next to the head of that legendary family.

name is--

"Hayato Gokuji." Oda Sakunosuke stretched out his hand, and stopped Chunyan in front of him, with a humble and polite attitude.

Is Lan Shou, the tenth generation member of Pengelie's family, such a young boy...?Oda Sakunosuke was puzzled for a moment.

(Becoming a guardian at this age is not as genius as Dazai.)

"You know me." Prisoner Hayato changed his expression, and it seemed that he no longer had the unfamiliar and bad feeling, but instead made people feel that there was an insurmountable gap between him and him.

Chunyan:?

Is Hayato Gokudera a famous Japanese writer she is not familiar with?

But there are so many famous authors in this world, it's normal for her not to know about them.Although logically speaking, she should have heard of such a young writer.

But shouldn’t the author whom Oda Sakunosuke knew be of the same age as him?It's like Osamu Dazai or something. If it doesn't work, it should be an earlier one like Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Chunyan can't help but suspect that it's the magical setting in the game, just like King Arthur is a girl.

But she still showed the admiration of "youthful and promising", and apologized earnestly: "So that's the case, I was disrespectful."

At such a young age, he is already engaged in the writing industry, and he is respected by rogue writers. Sure enough, you can't judge people by their appearance. Looking like a "stupid bad" on the outside does not mean that you are "stupid and bad" on the inside...

The girl's sudden admiration made the boy's ears turn red, and after he realized it, he said angrily, "You bastard——"

"Chunyan." Chunyan introduced herself again. She couldn't get used to the random surname given to her by the game, so when she read it, she was often accompanied by a kind of resistance, "Chuankami Chunyan, this is my name."

Hayato Gokuji was speechless for a while, although he felt that a girl like Oda Sakunosuke who seemed to be rolling in the mud and mixed with vigilant people could not be an ordinary person, but no matter how he observed her, he could only can draw

—The conclusion that she is indeed an ordinary person.

Her long black hair was tied into a braid, revealing a fragile white swan neck, which could be easily cut off by a skilled killer with just a little step forward. Since then, another insignificant life has disappeared from this world.

Prisoner Hayato claimed that he was not a good person, but he didn't have the fault of killing people casually, so he turned his head and left with a "tsk".

As a result, he didn't take many steps, and heard the girl's movement again.

The sound of her undisguised footsteps is so obvious that anyone who has been alone in Sicily for several years can't ignore it.

"What are you doing with me, do you guys really want to fight?" Hayato Gudera couldn't help turning his head and said impatiently.

Chunyan replied rationally: "But we are neighbors, so we have to go home in one direction, prison temple... sir?"

Prison Temple Hayato: "...don't call me that!"

[Trigger task: Solve the dinner problem of Hayato in the prison temple]

This is the second time there is a mission about him.

Chunyan blinked her eyes, and tried to speak in a friendly manner: "Ju Si...student, do you want to have dinner with us tonight?"

"are you--"

Chun Yan, who had already figured out his speaking habits and ways, said sincerely: "I have no other intentions, just because you and I are classmates and neighbors, and there are some dishes at home. Although it sounds a bit boastful, but my craftsmanship Well enough--"

She pointed to the Bisheng school uniform protruding from Hayato's bag, and worried that the other party would think that she was too careful to observe and was afraid, so she added: "There is no need to worry about getting along with my family. I don't have any family either. Parents don’t even exist.”

So there is no need to have the fear of going to a friend's house to face a friend's parents.

Prisoner Hayato paused.

(No family.)

(The phrase sounds tediously familiar.)

In an instant, from the girl in front of him, he saw his childish and annoying weak figure.

Running away from home alone, trying to find his own value among various families, in the slums, and in the gang fights, he gradually understood that the only useful thing in this world is his own strong strength.No one will pity you because your family is miserable, and no one will really spare your life because you play the piano beautifully.

(This guy... is seeking asylum by following a man with a gun hidden under his coat.)

"Hello." Prisoner Hayato said fiercely, "Do you think I will sympathize with you when your parents are dead? Do you think the weapon 'sympathy' can be used for a long time? You have to—"

You have to become stronger yourself.

Chunyan: "..."

Although I don't know what he's talking about, but the person who wrote it speaks differently...?

Chun Yan, who almost suspected that the literary giant "Hayato Prison Temple" was invented by the game world, still nodded politely: "Understood, thank you for your teaching. What do you prefer to eat?"

"You don't understand at all!" Hayabusa was furious.

Chunyan was a little confused: "But, what about me doesn't conflict with what I want to invite you to dinner with, and I won't poison your dinner."

She glanced at Oda Sakunosuke, who had been silent all the time, and continued: "And today, Oda Sakuno helped the landlord repair the light bulb, and was given a lot of fresh vegetables, which can make a hearty dinner."

"What?! That stingy old man would take the initiative to give someone else something—" Hayato was shocked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the girl walked in front of him at some point, and his own image was reflected in her black eyes.

"You are Hayato Gokuji—" the girl suddenly sighed, with a very sincere tone, "Although I have little knowledge and don't know much, you must be a very powerful person to be known by Odasaku."

"It feels like I can have dinner with you, and it's a good gaming experience," she said.

Odasaku: "...?"

Prison Temple Hayato: "...!"

"Tsk, are you my fanatic fan..." The boy's ears turned red, and he said impatiently, "It's alright, alright, it's just a meal."

Chunyan took advantage of the situation and asked: "Forgive me for not knowing anything, do you have any special works? It's like Oda's "Sky Clothes Seamless"."

Oda Sakuyuki's assistant moved his fingers subconsciously, and he turned his head to look at Chunyan in a strange way.He still couldn't figure out where Chunyan could know his power name, just like he couldn't figure out why this girl, or god, could know Dazai's power name.

Obviously this place belongs to Tokyo's Namori Town, and it is not far from the port mafia stationed in Yokohama.

As for him, it is estimated that he was still the silent dead who was not named by the leader.

Hayato said impatiently: "Che, don't you know it's impolite to directly ask other people's unique skills. But my 'triple bomb' should be quite famous, otherwise they wouldn't call me 's.mokingbomb' gone."

Chunyan: "Wow."

What is the strange title of "Triple Bomb"... No wonder she hasn't read it...