On when Echizen will reveal his vest

After Ryoma and Tachikai separated, they carried the tennis bag and walked to the place agreed with Osamu Dazai.

"Really, why are you carrying a tennis racket?" Ryoma asked in his heart.

Could it be Mr. Dazai who is interested in tennis?But looking at Mr. Dazai's thin body, it doesn't look like he can play tennis, but he can make an appointment with Mr. Kurosawa.

Thinking this way, when Ryoma came to the river, he saw a suicidal man suspected of being Osamu Dazai floating along the river with his legs up.

"Mr. Dazai?" Ryoma took out his tennis racket, walked towards the river, stretched out his arms and patted the man's leg, and asked tentatively.

"Is Ryoma coming?" Osamu Dazai turned over when he heard Ryoma's voice, and stood up from the river.

"Why are you in the river again?" Ryoma asked with a frown.

"Because the weather is good today, I want to commit suicide."

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at the slightly frowning young man in front of him, his amber eyes looked at him, and the inside was clear.

"Then Dazai-san can go to another place." Ryoma took back his tennis racket, pulled Dazai ashore, and said with emotion.

"???" Dazai Osamu stared at Ryoma with wide eyes in surprise, "Young man, do you have any recommendations?"

Ryoma pointed to the river and explained: "Although it is flowing all the time, there must be a lot of garbage in it, which is very dirty. It must be uncomfortable to commit suicide like this."

Osamu Dazai thought of the water plants and mud around him when he sank into the water, so he frowned and nodded, "And then?"

"What kind of suicide is Mr. Dazai pursuing?" Ryoma looked at Osamu Dazai and asked.

"Of course" committed suicide in a clear and energetic manner. "

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows when he thought of the suicide method he had always advertised, and then looked at Ryoma, "What do you think?"

"That's right, since Mr. Dazai is thinking of this method of suicide, why don't you find the best suicide method to experiment with?"

Ryoma suggested nonchalantly, but Dazai Osamu gave him a strange look.

"What's wrong?" Ryoma took a step back and looked at Osamu Dazai warily.

"Ryoma, you are really interesting." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin and smiled, then sat on the bank of the river and looked up at Ryoma.

The boy's figure looked transparent under the sunlight, "You know, you are the first person to tell me this."

"Really?" Ryoma also sat down, "But if this is Mr. Dazai's ideal, we have reasons to support it."

For Ryoma, a person's ideals have their reasons and values ​​without harming other people or the country, and he has no right to intervene.

As an adult, Osamu Dazai naturally has the right to control his body and pursue his ideals.

It's just that he knows that Mr. Dazai is not the kind of person who wants to die.

There are always some people who live to death and gain pride in the darkness.

"Thank you Ryoma for that." Osamu Dazai said softly, looking at the calm water, with neither sadness nor joy in his kite-colored eyes.

"Maybe I can also help Mr. Dazai find a suicide method that fits your motto." Ryoma turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, but felt that this sentence was awkward after speaking, "So Mr. Dazai can wait first."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Ryoma in surprise, and pinched the boy's face, "Then I and Ryoma will look for a clear and clear way to commit suicide, and we'll see who finds it first."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai added: "If the one who finds it first, the one who loses will have to agree to a request from the other party. What do you think, young man?"

Ryoma frowned.

How did he feel that he had fallen into a trap, "Although it feels so boring."

But still nodded.

Even if Osamu Dazai failed to prevent frequent suicides, he could have avoided it several times.

"Speaking of which, why did you bring a tennis racket for training?" Ryoma asked, swinging the racket.

Osamu Dazai took the tennis racket from Ryoma's hand and looked it over, "Tennis is very important to Ryoma, right? What about supernatural abilities?"

"It is the existence of protecting others."

Although Ryoma looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously, he still answered the question.

"Then Ryoma will protect himself?" Dazai Osamu looked at the boy with a smile.

"I have the ability to heal."

Ryoma said, but thinking of Kunikida Doppo being injured last time, but his own ability was invalidated, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Who knows if the healing ability will still be effective next time?

Of course Osamu Dazai knew what the boy was thinking, he then raised his racket and said softly, "If I swing this tennis racket at Ryoma's face, what will Ryoma do?"

"Huh?!" The boy was puzzled, and looked at Osamu Dazai with a look of madness.

"What I said is true." Dazai Osamu smiled, then his eyes became sharper, and he swung over with a beat.

Ryoma dodged back subconsciously, his fair face was full of resentment, "Mr. Dazai, what do you mean?!"

"I will keep swinging my racket. Ryoma has to figure out a way to stop me." Osamu Dazai said, and then took another beat.

The racket slid past the ear with force, and the boy's eyes finally became firm, "Extraordinary power—the world of ice."

Ryoma held the tennis racket with one hand, and then the entire tennis racket and Dazai Osamu's arm were frozen in ice.

He took a breath and looked up at the young man in front of him.

"Well done, but Ryoma hasn't seen my superpowers yet."

Osamu Dazai put his other hand on the frozen arm, "Extraordinary power—disqualification in the world."

Then Ryoma saw that all the ice had disappeared.

"Mr. Dazai's ability is to nullify the ability?" Ryoma asked in surprise.

Osamu Dazai did not reply, he threw the racket to Ryoma and squatted down, "Ryoma, you have passed the first level, and then we will start the second training."

"?" Ryoma tilted his head to look at Osamu Dazai.

Let alone the second level, he didn't even know when the first level started.

Or is being hit by a tennis racket the first hurdle?

"It's Ryoma who wants to use his abilities to destroy me."

Osamu Dazai said nonchalantly, even resting his chin with his hands in a leisurely manner, "If you hurt me, it will be considered a success."

Ryoma frowned, "Is there any reason? Mr. Dazai's ability is to nullify the abilities of others?"

Osamu Dazai grabbed Ryoma's tennis racket, "So it depends on your ability, let's start."

The two held a tennis racket, sat and stood up, and faced each other silently.

After a few minutes of silence, Ryoma sighed, "Extraordinary power——Bingfeng."

"Extraordinary Abilities - Disqualification in the World"

The ice peak that hadn't pierced Dazai Osamu's body disappeared in an instant.

"Come on, come on, I didn't expect it to fail." Osamu Dazai sighed.

Ryoma gritted his teeth, "Continue, superpower—the world of ice."

Then came the invalidation of supernatural powers again and again, and failed again and again.

"Keep going." Osamu Dazai yawned lazily and clasped his ears.

At this time, Ryoma didn't speak, and his repeated failures increased his desire to succeed, as if some strength was ready to come out from the bottom of his heart.

"Isn't it still not working? Extraordinary ability-disqualification in the world."

"Also, it's far from enough!" Ryoma held the tennis racket with both hands, and looked at Osamu Dazai firmly.

At this moment, Ryoma and Osamu Dazai felt a surge of energy rushing towards them at the same time, and they both fell to the ground at the same time.

Osamu Dazai was shocked, and looked up Ryoma as if aware of it.

There hung a simple and simple sword, the blade was almost transparent, it only existed for a few seconds, and then disappeared again.

Although Osamu Dazai had already guessed it, he still had doubts when he didn't see it, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Then he also knew what Ryoma's ability was as a king.

But the sword of Damocles never appeared when Ryoma activated his supernatural power before, but it did appear this time.

Is it because of the singularity when the two abilities collide?

Osamu Dazai looked at Ryoma who was rubbing his forehead with dark eyes, the boy seemed to be ignorant of his abilities.

"Get up." Dazai Osamu looked at Ryoma with a smile, and put his white hand in front of the boy's eyes.

Ryoma stood up holding Osamu Dazai's hand, raised his chin, "Mr. Dazai, how are you?"

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai looked at his palm, frowned slightly, his ability disappeared?

"what happened?"

"fine."

Sensing the gradual gathering of different abilities, Osamu Dazai shook his head, then looked at Ryoma, "Then let's start the last training."

As he spoke, he still picked up the tennis racket.

"Could it be related to tennis again?" Ryoma asked suspiciously.

"After all, Ryoma's favorite thing is tennis." Osamu Dazai shrugged.

Ryoma looked at Osamu Dazai expectantly, waiting for the next sentence.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai just handed the tennis racket to Ryoma, "Let's go, let's play tennis."

Ryoma looked at Dazai Osamu suspiciously, "??? So simple?"

"Eh?! Is it easy? For me, playing tennis is very difficult." Dazai Osamu was surprised, "Ryoma is the assistant coach of the tennis training camp, and he should teach me how to play tennis."

Taking a closer look at Dazai Osamu, seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Ryoma sighed, then raised the corners of his mouth, "You are still far behind."

"Yes, that's why I need you to teach me." Osamu Dazai said.

Because the apartment where Ryoma lived was nearby, the two went directly to the tennis court downstairs.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's wrong posture, Ryoma sighed, "Mr. Dazai really can't."

"Have I ever lied to Ryoma?" Osamu Dazai said without blushing.

Ryoma thought to himself that you can't count the things you have cheated on me.

But still patiently taught Osamu Dazai how to hold the racket and some postures of swinging the racket.

"It's the stance for hitting the ball."

Standing beside Osamu Dazai, Ryoma has already formed a muscle-memory arm habit and swung the tennis racket in a standard manner.

Osamu Dazai's learning ability is very fast, and he learned some correct postures in a short while, and then he lay down on the ground to cheat, "I'm too tired, too tired, I won't learn anymore."

"How can you study if you are not tired, why don't you rest for a while?"

Ryoma naturally knew that Osamu Dazai didn't exercise often, and it was a normal reaction for his body to feel sore after exercising suddenly, so he also agreed to let Osamu Dazai rest for a while.

It turned out that this break was only half an hour.

"Get up quickly, Mr. Dazai." Ryoma pushed Dazai and said helplessly.

"Hey, I still don't want to study anymore, I'm really tired."

Osamu Dazai raised his arm and rolled it like a wavy line in front of Ryoma, "I'm so tired, why don't Ryoma tell me the story of you learning tennis."

Saying that, he quickly sat up and looked at Ryoma expectantly.

Knowing that Osamu Dazai would not be able to persuade him, Ryoma sighed, sat down, and slowly began to recall his days of playing tennis.

"I started picking up a tennis racket when I was three years old."

When Ryoma was a child, because of his tennis-loving father and his own hobbies, besides tennis, Ryoma was surrounded by tennis.

I have played since I was a child, and I have lost since I was a child. I have never won or given up once.

"It's so miserable." Osamu Dazai interrupted suddenly to comment.

Glancing at Osamu Dazai, Ryoma snorted, "But it's still up to now, and it's not just now."

Echizen Ryoma's goal has always been the world, and he is the world champion in tennis.

Echizen Ryoma will never give up his love and pursuit of tennis.

This is his eternal pursuit and will never change.

"I saw it." Osamu Dazai's voice fell to the ground.

"What?" Ryoma asked.

"Naturally, I saw Ryoma's love for tennis, just like my pursuit of death." Osamu Dazai said.

What kind of strange metaphor is this?

Ryoma looked at Osamu Dazai with a dark face.

"So keep playing tennis." Osamu Dazai looked at Ryoma.

Under the setting sun, the entire sky was dyed red, Osamu Dazai sat on the playground, raised his tennis racket and looked at the boy sitting beside him.

There was a hint of approval in those iris-colored eyes, and even a flash of anticipation.

Ryoma suddenly felt that there was something in Mr. Dazai's words, but he didn't catch the flash of light in his mind, and just nodded.

"of course."

"Remember this sentence."

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at the white wrist of the boy who was holding the tennis racket tightly.

I hope you will still answer this when you come back from Tokyo.

"So Dazai-san wants to play tennis?" Ryoma asked.

"No, absolutely not!" Osamu Dazai shook his head quickly.

Then, watching the boy play tennis against the tennis wall, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Why does he always meet these people, always with a firm will.

Enviable and contradictory, but not annoying.