The second generation doesn't want to suck powder anymore

The two of them had transformed themselves, and they didn't cover up anything except their clothes, whether it was their appearance or temperament.

——They are not afraid of trouble, nor are they afraid of the natives? They will find trouble.

At this moment when other forces have not been dismantled, in fact, if the Mafia is involved in the attack, perhaps more information may be obtained.

With this in mind, the two of them didn't pretend.

But in the eyes of the young man with rusty red hair who was sitting there, it seemed that something was a little bit different.

*

Oda Sakunosuke was a killer when he was a teenager. Soon at the age of 14, he didn't want to kill people anymore because he read Natsume Soseki's novel "Light and Darkness". He began to want to write a novel.

If he doesn't kill people anymore, he can write novels.

People with blood on their hands cannot write novels that people like.

So he quit, and began to yearn for a peaceful life.

Then he met the president Yukichi Fukuzawa.

Oda Sakunosuke, a former killer, now works in an armed detective agency. He has the supernatural ability [Seamless], and can predict the dangerous scene for himself five seconds later.

It can be said to be a very powerful ability.

However, what he is best at is Mu Cang. He was originally a killer, not relying on his own passive ability, but relying on his own gun. Weapon ability-Shuangmu Cangshou who has a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

It is unbelievable that a killer who has never failed a task with a 100% completion rate is now a person who rescues others.

But this probably also shows that the bad guys are not necessarily hopeless, after all, the mafia can save the world.

Except? When he was 23 years old... well, maybe 23 years old, there was this strange person? He never saw the person after accosting him here and something not so pleasant happened.

Maybe his reaction at the time was too hurtful?

But the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency are almost two completely opposite organizations, he can't let go of his guard at all, especially...the other party is the leader of the Mafia, how can he directly trust the other party?

Even though the other party didn't do anything against him, even though the other party didn't say anything bad, but he still had some grudges about it.

——A person who walks out of the darkness? After going to the light, and seeing the darkness again, of course, he really doesn't want to go back?

"Do you want to go with me?", the silver-haired middle-aged man? Wearing a samurai uniform, with a control knife hanging around his waist, his serious face showed a little worry, "Although my place is not big , but how much can still take you in."

"I'm Osamu Dazai."

"I have no malice."

"...can you not use it? Is the gun pointed at me?"

How did he answer at that time?

Is it "I don't know anyone from the Port Mafia?" Or "I don't seem to know you" or "I don't want to be associated with the head of the Port Mafia"?

Thinking about it now, the scene is very clear, but he can't think of the specific words. All he can think of is the extremely deeply sad expression shown by the other party.

She smiled gently, but seemed to be crying.

That was definitely not a fake expression.

……

Thoughts come back, the young man who spent several years in the armed detective agency, adopted more than a dozen children, and wrote several novels became Osamu Dazai because of a friend he made an appointment with. He has been a long time I haven't been to this bar anymore, and it can even be counted in years.

But? He didn't know why, he felt like something was going to happen today, and then he came.

What if I don't come? I think I'll miss it.

He looked at the two guests at the door?.

If it weren't for the fact that the aura of the two guests was very similar to the previous Osamu Dazai, he probably wouldn't have thought of it.

The two guests who came in are very attractive to others.

The silver-haired one is a little taller, with eyes like pigeon blood stones shining brightly under the dim light of the bar, and the ordinary samurai uniform doesn't look out of place on him - even though he doesn't have a samurai sword on his waist .

His face is soft and handsome, but compared to the black-haired young man next to him, he looks tougher. The red lines on his face look very eye-catching, and people can't help but wonder what caused it.

With a serious face, Oda Sakunosuke felt in his heart that the other person's face seemed to overlap with that of Fukuzawa Yukichi who picked him up back then.

Samurai clothes, silver hair, and the same serious face.

The black-haired young man next to him seemed to smack his lips lightly, and he turned away again? Looking at the black-haired young man, he saw that the other party had some fried black hair. The black eyes looked too deep, without any light at all.

As if to suck people into the abyss, it's so dark that people can't help but look away.

The young man showed a sense of desertedness all over his body, but it seemed that there was something wrong with it, and he couldn't tell.

Although they smell alike, they are still not the same kind of people, and they have no malice toward him.Oda Sakunosuke nodded silently, and raised the wine glass in his hand to signal to them.

Sure enough, the other party was not very interested in him, as if he just saw an ordinary person, and sat down beside him.

The eyes of the two young people were immediately attracted by the three-flowered cat that jumped from the seat to the bar. The silver-haired young man frowned slightly, and his eyes moved accordingly, while the eyes of the black-haired young man simply stuck to it and did not leave. .

With sparkling eyes, he asked the bartender, "Can I touch it?"

Ah, the way his eyes lit up made him look less scary. His pure black eyes now had light, as if a demon in the abyss had closed his eyes.

No longer dangerous, but just another cat with curiosity.

Just as the bartender was about to ask them what to drink, he saw that they were interested in cats, so he stopped asking. He laughed: "This cat always comes, but it doesn't It’s not raised in our store. It’ll give up its seat when customers come.”

Quanna likes cats the most. Most of the Uchiha clan are cat lovers, and there will always be a cat that will accompany them all their lives, but they have never seen it before.

He became even happier when he heard the words, and softly teased the cat: "Mi/Mi——"

Sanhuamao looked up at him, then stretched, got up from the bar counter reservedly, and walked in front of them.

Maybe it's because they realized that they didn't have any malicious intentions, so they felt relieved.

"Ah, okay? Be good!" Quan Nai couldn't wait to stretch out her arms to wrap the cat into her arms, gently stroking its back, and the cat narrowed its eyes without enjoying it. eyes.

This made Tomona's hand itchy, making him want to go? Touch the top of Quanna's hair.After all, fried hair and cat hair are the same type, and they feel similar to each other.

The silver-haired young man lowered his red eyes, and happened to be curious about the probing eyes of the three-colored cat in Kamiquanna's arms.

Qianshouban was stunned for a moment, he always felt that the cat's expression was too human, but it didn't show at all, it just showed that he was also interested in it, and he raised his head and touched it. Touch the top of its head.

——There is no fried hair to touch, cat hair is also fine.

His expression was gentle, and he didn't show any strange expressions or look at the expression of the experimental subject, so the cat didn't avoid it, but squinted its eyes obediently when it was touched.

"Tobima, shall we raise it? Shall we?" Probably because she saw love in the other's eyes, Quanna proposed this way.

The love that was still on Fei Jian's face immediately turned into helplessness, and there was still a bit of pampering that was invisible to the naked eye. He retracted his hand and touched the callus on his hand: "We are not suitable for keeping cats."

They are too weak, if they can't take care of them in the battle, if you keep a small animal at home, the owner will die in the middle of the battle, and if they are lucky, they will be killed by others ? Adoption, bad luck? Will be abandoned.

When wars are everywhere, life is the least valuable thing.

"And you already have one, right?" the silver-haired youth said softly.

Quanna vaguely tried to explain it in one sentence: "It is a ninja cat, and its nature is different..."

"That can't be raised either." Feijian firmly denied it.

"Why? Why...", the black-haired young man probably knew why, his voice gradually lowered, and he sighed, "Okay?"

Their voices were not loud, but they were extremely loud in this quiet bar where the only sound was the collision of ice cubes in wine glasses against the walls of the glasses.

But? The two people present? No one? Asked, they didn’t seem to think why the other party was inconvenient to keep a cat? They also didn’t think that the other party’s “nin cat” was what? ? Strange things.

They just treat them the same way they treat ordinary people, but that's just what makes people happy.

His eyes glanced at the fingers of the young man with rusty red hair, and then he glanced at the menu: "Two glasses of whiskey on ice, please."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bartender stopped wiping the glass and turned around to get the drink and prepare to mix it.

It was so quiet here for a while, Quanna was obsessed with sucking cats, and Tobima just glanced around for a while, then retracted her gaze, fiddling with her fingers, moving them lightly from time to time, as if to restrain her thoughts Instinct to seal.

——As long as I think about feasibility, I want to experiment.

Because his mobility is too strong.

However, it seems that among the ninjas, there are only a few who are not strong in action, and most of them are vigorous and resolute. Only in terms of emotions, the differences in everyone's personalities will be reflected.

Wanting to be excited, the fanatical researcher suddenly raised his head, and the light of surprise in his eyes was so intense that he subconsciously wanted to find a sharer. After a closer look, he found that he was not in his own laboratory, around him. The person? It's not Senju Bashirama.

His face darkened again, and he stopped talking.

But such a strong gaze was not missed.

The young man with rust red hair was startled by his action, subconsciously raised his head reflexively, saw his eyes, and saw the light inside.

He knew this kind of light best.

——That's the expression when you think of or see your favorite things.

It was the same when he was watching "Light and Darkness".

He couldn't help feeling a little bit of recognition in his heart, so he asked aloud: "Did you think of something? Is there something happy?"

His expression was not consciously different from before, but rather soft.

*

Unexpectedly, Fei Jian was stunned for a moment when he was approached by this young man who seemed very indifferent and afraid of trouble.He glanced at the young man up and down, thinking in his heart how to speak.

Also pay attention to the movement between the doors but? Didn't get the chance to speak? Quanna, who was concerned about him, struck a little harder, causing the dissatisfied "mi" sound of the cat in his arms, and he also curled his mouth.