Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

Kamado Tanjiro thought that Dazai Osamu would fall asleep directly after painting, but after he put Shigeru Kamado to sleep and handed it to Nezuko, the man came out of the house for some reason.

He stood by the door with his head up, as if looking at the moon. He wore a long coat with the bottom reaching to his calves, which made him look slim and thin.

It wasn't until Nezuko passed by him that he was holding the sleeping Mao in his arms, that he looked away, nodded with his eyes bent, and whispered "good night" to Nezuko.

Zaomen Nezuko's cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head in response, her eyes didn't make much contact with him, as if she was embarrassed.

"Mr. Dazai?"

Hearing Tanjirou Kamado's confused voice, Osamu Dazai walked beside him unhurriedly, and sat down on the small stool.

The stool was very short, and it actually looked a bit aggrieved for a person with long legs like him, but Osamu Dazai didn't care about it on the face, he just straightened his legs and sighed as if he was relaxing.

The coat touched the ground with his movements, and when he sat down, almost half of it was piled on the ground, stained with dust.

"Ah." Tanjiro Kamado pointed to his coat, "Mr. Dazai, it's dirty."

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai didn't even look at it, "Anyway, I'm not the one doing it."

Tanjirou Kamado was speechless for a moment for a person like him who doesn't work but can still be righteous.

But it was obvious that the other party didn't realize his mood, and said to himself: "The sky is so beautiful tonight."

Kamado Tanjiro looked up subconsciously, the waning moon was as bright as jade, the whole sky was like a black brocade, and the moonlight was like the only diamond on the brocade, because the light was scarce, it appeared brighter.

"But there isn't even a single star." Tanjiro Kamado said, "The light of the moon is too bright, covering the light of the surrounding stars."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "But it's still much better than darkness."

Tanjiro Kamado was stunned for a moment, then shifted his eyes to Moonlight to Osamu Dazai.

The other party's eyes reflected a faint moonlight, like a calm lake under a moonlit night, shining brightly.

However, he vaguely felt that there were quite a few waves under the seemingly calm lake.

"Mr. Dazai..." Kamado Tanjirou said hesitantly, "It seems to be a little different from before, um... the smell is the same, but it's very strange..."

Osamu Dazai seemed to find it interesting, and looked at him with his chin propped up after looking away from the sky, and when the other party looked over, he bent his eyes and smiled, the smile was full of clean youthful breath.

It was also his smile that made Kamado Tanjiro pause, and began to wonder if the feelings just now were all illusions.

Because that strange feeling disappeared in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Dazai asked.

"No, it's nothing," Tanjiro Kamado shook his head, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Mr. Dazai has brought something with him recently. When I saw you this time, I felt that the smell has changed. Big, but it smells like it's not going in a good direction."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, he just smiled and said, "Tanji-san's sense of smell is still so sensitive. Speaking of which, you used to rely on your sense of smell to say that I'm actually not happy."

Kamado Tanjiro was a little surprised. He actually didn't expect Dazai Osamu to talk about this topic. He thought that the other party's deliberate avoidance before actually meant that he didn't want to discuss this matter in depth. He didn't expect it...just because he didn't know how to answer ?

He asked late, "Mr. Dazai... why are you unhappy?"

"Sigh." Osamu Dazai sighed, "If I have to say it, it seems that there is nothing that can make me happy."

"Eh?!" Zamon Tanjiro couldn't help but sat up straight, and said in surprise, "Isn't there any of them?!"

Osamu Dazai moved his lips. He seemed to be subconsciously trying to say something, but he swallowed the words when he reached his mouth, and then uttered a very soft sentence, which seemed to be mixed with a sigh: "Not one... .”

"But Mr. Dazai is not very old!"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback by his rebuttal, and turned around in confusion: "What?"

Kamado Tanjiro frowned, with disapproval written all over his face, as if he was particularly angry at his negative emotions.

"I mean, Mr. Dazai has not reached half of his life, but he asserts that there is nothing in this life that makes you happy. This kind of thinking is ridiculous."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head: "...Absurd?"

"Hmm, it's absurd." Tanjiro Kamado emphasized, "Isn't it absurd to be stuck in negative emotions just because of such a trivial matter?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, and asked back: "Tanji-kun is obviously younger than me, and has traveled less than me. How can you say that it is absurd for me to say that I have no happy things in my life? Besides, even if you It is absurd to assert that I assert that there is no happy thing in this life, how can you prove that you are right? Is it impossible for me to see the essence of this world early at this age? "

Kamado Tanjiro stayed where he was, as if he was trying to analyze the sentence elements in his sentence, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't seem to get out of his sentence that seemed to be a tongue twister, and fell silent for a long time.

Osamu Dazai curled his lips into a smile, and the smug look in his eyes was fleeting.

Seeing Tanjiro Kamado not speak for a long time, Osamu Dazai watched Tanjuro Kamado's dance to worship the Vulcan for a while, and he became a little tired.

He got up, patted Zamon Tanjirou on the shoulder, and planned to leave, "Go to bed early, Tanjirou-san, children, don't stay up late."

After the words fell, he took a step forward, and his coat drooped smoothly along with his movements, but some wrinkles were still formed due to the stacking in a short period of time.

"Sorry... Dazai-san."

Osamu Dazai paused.

"I can't help you." Kamado Tanjiro looked back, the young man's figure stiffened for a moment, but he didn't say a word.

"Mr. Dazai is too smart. If you can't be smarter than Mr. Dazai, all the suggestions you put forward will be refuted by you. So until now, no one has argued with you enough to make you give up those negative emotions. Yeah?"

Kamado Tanjiro looked at Osamu Dazai without blinking his eyes, but the other party seemed to be frozen in place, neither moving nor speaking.

Kamado Tanjirou couldn't wait for a response, so he could only continue talking: "But Mr. Dazai, if you don't work hard to move forward...you won't find someone who can argue with you."

This time Osamu Dazai finally moved, he turned his body slightly, and asked in a joking tone: "If you go forward, can you find it?"

"I don't know." Zamon Tanjiro replied honestly, "I just know that if I stop here, I will definitely not find it."

Dazai turned his head again.

After a long while, Tanjirou Zaomen heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, followed by a murmur: "It would be good if I said this to him."

Before Zamon Tanjiro asked who this "he" was, Dazai Osamu spoke again, this time with a sigh, light and light, as if it had been blown away by the night wind when he spoke.

"Well, it's just that he can't say these things."

Kamado Tanjirou was puzzled: "...Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai had no intention of explaining, waved his hands back, and walked into the room: "Sleep, children, don't stay up late, remember."

Kamado Tanjirou stared blankly at the man's back gradually going away, and realized in a daze that this was the second time the man had waved goodbye to him.

-

"Crack-"

The shoji door opened and closed softly, Osamu Dazai walked into the room, threw his coat aside, and was about to sit down.

"Didn't you tell Tanjirou that you were going to sleep?"

Osamu Dazai paused, looked up at the boy sitting on the bed, and raised his eyebrows: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

My wife Shanyi pondered for a moment, "I have something to say—"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Osamu Dazai interrupted him, sat down casually, picked up a pen to draw his unfinished painting, "I'm going to finish it tonight."

"It's just one thing, won't it take long?" My wife Shanyi asked.

The pen twirled deftly at his fingertips, Osamu Dazai looked at him with a smile, and said in a tone of embarrassment, "I don't want to hear it."

My wife Shanyi: "..."

He ground his teeth for two seconds, lay down suddenly and covered the quilt to the top of his head, and gritted his teeth word by word: "Good night! Good morning!"

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked back, and the pen turned around again, and then it landed on the pulp of his fingers obediently, and was dragged by the strength of his wrist, leaving a clear ink mark on the paper.

-

At dawn the next day, Osamu Dazai was awakened by the sound of the door, got up from the table yawning, and looked at the door with tears in his eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Dazai, do you sleep here at night?" Tanjiro Kamado looked at him in surprise and worry.

Osamu Dazai yawned again, and then regained consciousness a little bit. He looked at the results on the table, and said hesitantly, "It seems that he fell asleep while drawing..."

Zamon Tanjiro leaned over while he was talking, and knocked on the table, and when he saw clearly the characters depicted in the painting, he was pleasantly surprised: "Is this painting my father?"

"...Are you sure this is not the result of directly pouring pen ink on it?"

Tanjirou Kamado followed the sound and saw my wife Zenitsu standing beside him at some point, staring at the painting.

In fact, it’s not my wife’s fault that Zenitsu came to this conclusion, it’s because Osamu Dazai’s style of painting is a little... hard to describe.

Only half of the entire white paper was used, and almost all of it was painted in black. A human figure could be vaguely seen in the center, but the appearance, clothing, etc. were still all painted with a pen, with no features at all.

In this case, Tanjiro Kamado can still guess that it is Mr. Kamado, and my wife Zenitsu really doesn't know whether to admire or complain.

"But..." Kamado Tanjiro retorted, "Aren't these the earrings that Papa is wearing?"

My wife Shanyi looked along the position of the finger, and then thought about what he said, but...it really seemed like that.

But without waiting for the two to discuss further, Osamu Dazai directly took the painting away, stood up and stretched his waist: "Okay, I announce that you all guessed wrong!"

“So who the hell is that?” asked my wife Shanyi.

Osamu Dazai looked mysterious: "I won't tell you."

My wife Shanyi: "Hi!"

"Don't worry about this, wake up Inosuke-kun, we have to go." Dazai Osamu said, picked up the coat on the ground, shook it, looked at the bottom of the clothes strangely, "Why is it so dirty... "

Tanjiro Kamado was taken aback.

The other party didn't get too entangled in this matter, and went out after getting dressed.

Zamon Tanjiro didn't have time to think, so he chased him out: "Mr. Dazai, let's go after dinner, my mother asked me to invite you to have breakfast..."

The voice of the conversation gradually diminished as the two walked away, my wife Zenitsu turned around with a bitter face, and shook her mouth Hei Inosuke in a "hard-working" way:

"Get up! Bed! It's time!"

The author has something to say: Tanjiro: Mr. Dazai is too smart, there must be someone as smart as Mr. Dazai to convince you and bring you back.

Dazai: Equally smart?Did you say him (pointing to Mr. Tuo)

Mr. Tuo smiled slightly: Human beings are sinful and extremely stupid.

Tanjiro:?This is not pull, this is push!