On when Echizen will reveal his vest

At noon, in the dining room of the training camp, Ryoma thought for a while, then looked at Seiichi Yukimura who lowered his head to pick a fishbone, "Senior Yukimura."

Yukimura Seiichi heard the sound and looked at Ryoma with a smile, "What's wrong, boy?"

"Is Yokohama dangerous?" Ryoma asked.

Facts have proved that although this 13-year-old boy seems indifferent to everything and does not easily ask questions to strangers, he is still very easy to show his curiosity to familiar people, even the childishness that Ryoma has been deliberately hiding.

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth subsided, "Boy knows Mafia, right?"

Echizen Ryoma nodded, "I heard from the driver before that he also witnessed the gangster robbery from the window of the restaurant, and Mafia solved it in the end."

"I see. I said why is boy so curious."

Yukimura Seichi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ryoma to encounter such a thing when he first came to Yokohama.

"In fact, the port mafia has always existed. It's just that the mafia has become prosperous after changing leaders in recent years. They are even called the emperor of the dark night. They can be regarded as peacefully living with the police."

Yukimura Seiichi, as an ordinary person, naturally has no way of knowing about supernatural powers.

Ryoma nodded, expressing understanding.

Seeing the young man, he just wanted to understand and didn't go into details, and Yukimura Seichi didn't have any other thoughts.

After all, it feels strange to let Echizen Ryoma ask about other things.It can be seen that the image of Echizen Ryoma who only has tennis in his heart has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in the junior high school tennis circle.

Unexpectedly, Ryoma looked down at the grilled fish with perfectly picked out thorns on his plate, and made a voice of admiration, "Senior Yukimura is not bad, he still has this ability."

"What kind of skill is this?" Seiichi Yukimura couldn't help laughing, and then looked at the grilled fish on Ryoma's plate that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

Well, he seems to understand.

Knowing how to pick fish bones is indeed a skill for the boy.

"Let me help you," Yukimura Seichi said.

"Then I'll trouble you." Ryoma thanked him very sincerely, it's amazing to be able to pick fishbone or something.

Seeing Ryoma staring intently at his action of picking fishbone, Yukimura Seiichi inexplicably felt a strange sense of pride.

Hey, is this really something to be proud of?

In the end, the tennis class of the day passed with the exhaustion of the students.

"Boy, let's go." Seiichi Yukimura said while looking at Ryoma who was packing his tennis bag.

"En." Ryoma nodded.

Fujiwara Yota in the distance watched Ryoma's movements, thought for a while, and stepped forward and said, "Assistant Ryoma, can I request to play tennis with you every day!"

Although the assistant coach is very low, Fujiwara Yota lost a crushing defeat to Ryoma, and this person has been his goal since then.

Long Ma looked at the inch-cut boy in front of him, "Yes, as long as you are not afraid of losing."

Then he walked towards Yukimura Seiichi, "Let's go, senpai."

"I didn't expect Ryoma to gain fans on the first day." Yukimura Seichi joked.

"Tch, it's still far away." Long Ma curled his lips.

He's just a person who doesn't want to lose as much as himself.

The teenagers who played better with Fujiwara Yota looked at their boss, "Boss, are you okay?"

Fujiwara Yota touched his chest, and laughed, how arrogant he was before, but now he couldn't bear to look directly at him, "It's okay."

In the car, I saw the cafe where my cousin was, and thought about Karubin who was alone at home. Finally, Ryoma decided to take Karubin to the cafe, so that he could kill two birds with one stone.

So Carubin still matters, right?

"Excuse me, Senior Yukimura." Ryoma said as he got out of the car.

"See you tomorrow, boy." Seiichi Yukimura waved his hand and smiled.

Seeing Yukimura-senpai's car disappearing from sight, Ryoma walked quickly towards the apartment.

"Meow." As soon as the door was opened, a furry object rushed over.

"Carubin." Ryoma smoothed the hair on Carubin's body, and Carubin meowed. Those who didn't know it thought that the two had been separated for a long time.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my cousin."

"Welcome to the Vortex Cafe."

"Meow." Karubin looked at Nanako at the counter, raised his paw, and greeted her on behalf of himself and Ryoma.

"It's Ryoma." Nanako smiled and looked at the boy in front of the door, "Come in and sit down."

Ryoma nodded, and led Carubin to the empty seat.

"What a cute cat." The waitress said, clutching her heart, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Grape-flavored" before Ryoma could say it, a voice answered, "Is it grape-flavored Ponta?"

Ryoma nodded subconsciously, then turned to look at the person behind him.

"I'm right?" Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at the boy.

He naturally saw the tennis bag on Echizen Ryoma's back.It turned out to be a tennis boy.

"Who are you?" Ryoma looked at the man in front of him suspiciously. He was wearing a long brown trench coat, his chestnut hair was slightly curly, and his eyes were covered with bandages.

But does he know him?

"Ah?!!!" Dazai Osamu looked at Ryoma with wide eyes, the boy's glass-like eyes were full of doubts, obviously he didn't know himself.

"You really don't know me?" Osamu Dazai pointed at himself and asked in surprise.

"Huh?" Ryoma shook his head.

"Mr. Dazai is here." Nanako handed the Ponta to Ryoma, and looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile.

"Miss Nanako, thank you for your welcome. It's just that your little cousin doesn't seem to welcome me?" Osamu Dazai smiled and looked at Ryoma who was playing with the cat.

The setting sun came in through the window, casting mottled shadows on the ground.The two cats were having fun playing on their own.

It was just a cat who seemed to think of something and glanced at himself.

Really fun.

"Ah?" Nanako whispered to Osamu Dazai, "Ryoma is a bit blind, and there is no malice. Would you like something to drink?"

"The original wine is fine." Osamu Dazai replied politely, and looked at Nanako with a smile, "Thank you, Miss Nanako."

Then, he put his face on his hands, and looked at Ryoma listlessly, "Hey, don't Ryoma-kun really know me? It's a pity that I shared my magic with Ryoma-kun. It's really sad, sad."

Ryoma stroked Karubin's fur, then turned to look at Osamu Dazai.

Although he didn't recognize it at first glance, but after looking carefully, he found that this was the strange gentleman from yesterday.

"acknoledged."

"Ryoma plays tennis, right? Is Lihai big?" Osamu Dazai took the wine, looked at Ryoma and asked.

After all, the most famous tennis school in Kanagawa is Rikkai University. Even Osamu Dazai, who has no interest in tennis, has heard of it.

"No." Ryoma shook his head.

"Hey, so I got the wrong answer."

Osamu Dazai wasn't depressed at all, he just took a sip of his wine, with a smile on his lips, looking at Ryoma, or looking at the back of nothingness through Ryoma.

The sunlight through the colored windows is scattered on the ground, like a secret hidden in the heart that has never been revealed, like the bubbles that suddenly expand in the soda in summer but disappear, and like the complicated but impermanent life of human beings. mood.

Sensing the sudden depression of some people, the young man who is not good at words or has a poisonous mouth but has delicate emotions holds the cat and looks at this strange Mr. Dazai, "Do you want to pet it?"

Touch it, you should feel better.

After all, this is what happens when you are in a bad mood.

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai returned to his smiling face, and even exaggeratedly covered his face, "Really, but I feel that this cat is very important to Ryoma."

"It's called Carubin, and it's very important."

Ryoma corrected some of Osamu Dazai's "speech problems", and emphasized: "I'll touch it for you, but if he doesn't want to, forget it."

"Since Ryoma is willing, Karubin must be willing too." Osamu Dazai smiled and hugged Karubin into his arms, stroking his fur a few times, "It's very good."

"Madamadadane." The young man said softly, with pride in Carubin and love for his beloved in his eyes.

If it was the former Osamu Dazai, he would definitely be curious about what kind of expression this young man with vigorous vitality would have when he lost his beloved, and whether the eternal light and hope carried in the golden cat pupils would be shattered.

But the current Osamu Dazai will only hide these black mud emotions deeper, like a coward, standing in the distance, watching the hope and love in the eyes of the boy with the heart of a child when he sees the thing he loves.

Nothing to do with envy and jealousy.