I died after raising them

Yayoi knew from Natsume Soseki's mouth that her child had already met Osamu Dazai.

The boy, who was about fourteen years old, was rescued by Mori Ogai from the river, brought back to the clinic, and finally became a frequent visitor of the clinic.

I want to meet up and see what the "Osamu Dazai" that runs through the entire world line looks like.

Thinking about it this way, Yayoi did it without hesitation.

Yayoi found Osamu Dazai near the abandoned warehouse near Rabo Street.

The appearance is very inconspicuous? Inside the container, the face is still immature? The young boy is sitting on the chair facing the door, with dark eyes and hands? I don’t know where it came from? □□Stable? Yes Looking at the blond girl standing outside the door.

But at the next moment, the little boy put his pistol back into his arms, sat on the chair and dangled his feet fearlessly.

I grew up in Yokohama, and my children know the importance of the three words "knowing current affairs".

Pointing a gun at yourself? an enemy you can contend with is called a threat, but pointing a gun at yourself? an enemy you cant fight against is death.

Although he really wanted to see the beautiful scenery of heaven, he still wanted to choose the way of death that he would accept.

So Osamu Dazai let go of all his defenses, and showed a cute smile to Yayoi.

Of course he knew Asahina Yayoi.

Let's not talk about the unscrupulous black doctor he met recently called Mori Ogai, just talk about the legend about Yayoi Asahina.

The port mafia ability is the leader of [Immortal], who has maintained the appearance of a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes for more than ten years.

The person in front of me is right no matter what point he is.

"Is the leader here for Mr. Mori?"

Osamu Dazai knows how to make good use of himself. This is a delicate and beautiful skin, and he also knows how to make a weak appearance to let people off guard.But Yayoi knows that the more beautiful she is, the darker her heart may be hidden under her skin.

Yayoi stared down at the boy.

The alarm kept ringing in Osamu Dazai's mind, and the hair on the back of his neck exploded almost instantly.

He subconsciously wanted to hold something that would bring him a sense of security, but he restrained himself at the moment his fingers trembled, and the smile on his face continued to expand.

The blond leader looked at him for a long time, and only a faint smile poured out of his eyes as clear as the blue ocean.

Yayoi answered concisely, "I'm here to find you."

find him?

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, his brain running rapidly.

It is absolutely impossible for him to provoke the port mafia, and even if he does, it is impossible for him to have the dignified leader come to him in person.

Furthermore, the only intersection between him and Asahina Yayoi is Mori Ogai.

So the intention of this leader seems to be very clear.

Osamu Dazai instantly relaxed his tense body, dragged out the ending and complained, "Oh? Miss Chief, does Mr. Mori treat you like a child? Why don't you come and see your own child?" Did you make friends? Are there any problems with your friends?"

"That's it."

Yayoi can't deny it? She raises her eyebrows.

Osamu Dazai guessed half right, after all he couldn't have guessed that Yayoi had known him a long time ago.

She handed something wrapped in cloth to Osamu Dazai.

"It's a meeting ceremony."

As soon as he got the thing, Osamu Dazai looked at Yayoi suspiciously.

But the leader didn't give him any explanation, turned around coolly, and waved his hand as a farewell.

So he opened the thing, which was wrapped in strips of cloth.

- Inside is a brand new and sharp scalpel.

Seems to portend? What.

Dazai thought.

He didn't tell anyone about this meeting with Yayoi, and he didn't know Asahina Yayoi's intentions until a long time later.

Everyone found that Yokohama seemed to have changed.

The port mafia has turned away from its usual gentle style, and no longer holds back its hands when dealing with things.

The chill atmosphere permeates the center of Yokohama, the people on the street are more depressed than before, and walking in those hidden alleys seems to be able to smell the subtle smell of blood.

The port mafia seems to be in line with people's inner definition of the mafia, burning, killing and looting all kinds of crimes, all of a sudden panic in the whole of Yokohama.

And people from some forces were even more surprised.

From the spies stationed in the port mafia, the leader appears to be seriously ill.

So that leader's temper became more and more irritable, and all orders were issued by that leader himself when no successor was established, so the fact that the leader's temper became more and more irritable cannot be concealed.

This is tantamount to a bomb, which re-ignited the docile organizations that were punished by Yayoi.

Everyone wanted to be the first wolf to tear a piece of flesh off the port mafia, and all that leader did was give the lives of those greedy men to death.

As a black market doctor and an intelligence dealer, how could Mori Ogai not know these things.

He looked at the information that passed by his hands, but still couldn't sit still.

Seriously ill, time is numbered.

These eight words stuck in the bottom of his heart.

The whitewashing plan in the Ability Affairs Section ended not long ago, and Mori Ogai could restore his identity and return to the port mafia at any time. He contacted Asakura Kiyokazu to confirm the authenticity of the matter.

Mori Ogai has always been very clear that Asakura Kiyokazu is special to Asahina Yayoi.

His elder sister will trust this man unconditionally, and this man will never betray her. From then until now, she is the sharpest sword in Yayoi's hands.

So the news I heard from this man cannot be a lie.

"it is true?."

The man on the other end of the phone said calmly: "If you want to come back, move faster, don't hesitate."

Still? Before Mori Ogai could continue to ask, the phone was hung up.

Mori Ogai held the phone in a daze for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head to the boy who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with medicines and said, "Dazai, it looks like we're going to move to another place?" .”

"Well, Mr. Mori just decides." Osamu Dazai said casually without raising his head.

After all, the life and death of the leader has nothing to do with him.

and……

The young girl who was standing in front of him in good health not long ago suddenly became seriously ill?Soon to die?

Osamu Dazai felt that he wasn't so stupid, but he didn't understand why the leader would expose such a big?a loophole.

He didn't believe that Asahina Yayoi couldn't think of such a thing.

The black-haired woman who was tending the flowers stood up and went back to the room to pack her things under Mori Ogai's instructions.

Mori Ogai returned to the Port Mafia and resumed his original? identity.

He walked in the familiar? Corridor, slowly? Approaching the same familiar? Office.

He pushed open the door, and the blonde girl's back instantly came into view.

Sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, closing her eyes and resting her mind, Yayoi didn't open her eyes or make a sound, quietly waiting for Mori Ogai's next move.

Because the office was covered with carpets, Yayoi could hardly hear Mori Ogai's footsteps, but she could hear the rustling of shoes rubbing against the carpet getting closer.

The faint smell of disinfectant lingered on the tip of her nose, the man kept approaching, and finally stopped in front of her.

——Mori Ogai sat at her feet.

The fluffy head rested on her lap, and Mori Ogai put his face in Yayoi's "palm", just like when nothing happened back then.

Mori Ogai looked at Yayoi in front of him almost greedily.

Time seems to be unable to leave traces on Yayoi, Asahina Yayoi is still so young.

Mori Ogai suddenly found that he didn't know Yayoi Asahina at all.

I don't know her age, I don't know her abilities, and even Mori Ogai knows nothing about her experience before bringing him by his side.

Mori Ogai once panicked. In the eyes of outsiders, they were siblings, but as he grows up and gets old, his sister will not change.

After that?Ten years from now, 20 years from now, 50 years from now?

Will his elder sister die with such a young face, or will she become the legendary [eight hundred bhikkhuni].

But now there seems to be an answer.

The girl's complexion was unprecedentedly pale, and even her lips, which should have been glowing with a faint red, were abnormally pale.

Mori Ogai could feel that Yayoi Asahina's breath was slowly weakening, like a burning candle, slowly burning the last time of his life.

The slightly cool hand gently touched the end of his hair, and then, like when she was a child, the girl's slender fingers dexterously shuttled through the man's hair, bit by bit, touching Mori Ogai The? The impatience calmed down.

Then the fingers slowly moved down, stroked the man's eyes, the bridge of the nose, and finally stopped on the man's protruding Adam's apple.

Mori Ogai met Yayoi's opened eyes.

"So clingy, what will you do if I leave you?"

It's as if the alienation of the past few years is gone, Yayoi, who is so close, complains.

Mori Ogai held her fingertips, and gently placed a kiss on them: "...you will always get used to it."

He can get used to the "existence" of Asahina Yayoi, and naturally he can bear the "departure" of Asahina Yayoi.

It is nothing more than the length of time.

The two stayed like this quietly for a while, and finally Mori Ogai got up and picked up the girl who fell asleep at some point, walked into the bedroom, and fell asleep hugging each other like when they were children.

Mori Ogai's return to the Port Mafia doesn't seem to change anything.

Yayoi Asahina's methods are still beyond comprehension of Mori Ogai's violence, and his temper has become moody. In the past few days, he has seen countless times injured or unconscious subordinates from her office was dragged out.

Mori Ogai wanted to ask Yayoi the reason for the change, but one night, he saw Natsume Soseki who hadn't appeared for a long time on the windowsill.

The three-flowered cat is lying on the window sill leisurely, with a long tail swinging regularly, as if teasing the falling moonlight: "You still haven't understood Yayoi's movements? Made? Meaning?"

In the eyes of the eloquent cat, there is wisdom that belongs to human beings. When it squints slightly, it seems to be able to see through all the puzzles in this world.

"She's paving the way for you."

"Her prestige has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people over the past ten years, and the entire port mafia regards her as a belief. This is a good thing for her."

"But to you? Quite the opposite."

"The subordinates are too loyal to the former leader. How can you replace Yayoi in their hearts?"

"So you understand now?"

Everything Yayoi Asahina does now is paving the way for Mori Ogai's succession in the future.

Even if the price is that her efforts over the past ten years will be ruined, even if she will become the chief culprit that the world hates and fears in the future.

For Mori Ogai, Asahina Yayoi seems to be fearless.