I am a writer in the world of sorcery

When Gojo Satoru finished paying the bill, Dazai had been waiting outside the shop alone for a while. He kept a certain distance from anyone—anyone, Natsume Takashi had something in his heart, and he stopped talking several times. Still can't urge to make a sound.

Osamu Dazai has a calm demeanor at all times, even if the dagger is pressed against his throat and the muzzle of the gun is aimed at his head, he still slowly and lazily rolls his eyelids, as if nothing in this world can moved him.

"Let's go." Dazai Osamu suddenly said, Natsume Takashi looked up, the white-haired man stood beside the boy at some point, with his hands in his pockets, leaning on the side wantonly, his knees slightly bent, and he didn't speak , but just standing there, there is a sense of existence that makes people unable to look away.

Starting from the end of the road, turning the corner, walking up the narrow dirt path, the forest is on the mountain, surrounded by insects and birds, but it was the first time for Natsume to feel such torment.

He is used to chatting with his friends all the way, no matter how lively the farewell is full of expectations, but Dazai Osamu is as silent as a deep pool, wrapped in the bandage that sealed him in the solitary world, walking slowly through the bright red torii gate .

"Natsume-kun." Osamu Dazai stepped up the steps lightly, "Why is that god called Ruu?"

"Huh...huh?" Natsume suddenly became nervous like a student who was suddenly asked by the teacher in class.

"Ah, just chatting casually." Osamu Dazai once again had an unpredictable smile on his face: "Natsume-kun, do you know the saying 'name is the shortest mantra'?"

Natsume whispered, "I know."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "It is said that there are 800 million gods on the plateau. For a long time, the names of the gods have been linked to the reasons for their birth. Sun worship, harvest prayers, and the formation of totems... all have something to do with people's wishes."

Natsume Takashi was confused and could only nod in agreement.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Dazai, and casually took over the words: "Natsume-kun, the name of the god who entrusted you is [Ruwu], seeing the word Ruwu—seeing the word like face, seeing each other again, looking at it again, what do you think?" Who does he want to see?"

[A god who is eager to meet, but the wish before it dissipates is to let Kosuga Eunkichi write the ending for a book, which is enough to explain a lot of problems. ]

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his expression did not change at all. He smiled and folded his hands behind his head.

[Danji doesn't look like someone who goes to a temple to worship during the New Year. ]

"It's really interesting."

Gojo Satoru looked at the god in front of him strangely, and exchanged glances with Osamu Dazai.

The image of Ruwu is a dignified and steady woman with long blond hair, golden green eyes, and a thin and cold face. After seeing Osamu Dazai, he was slightly dazed, with a complicated look on his face. It's a fairly magnetic neutral voice.

They invariably thought of a person, except for the difference in gender, if it was a replica of some of the traits of Jianren Qihai, Gojo Satoru went a little further, directly took out his mobile phone, and snapped a photo of the god in front of him.

[Go back and let everyone have a look, this is like Qihai’s sex-changed version, no, the women’s version is more suitable. ]

Naturally, Dazai could see clearly, he bent his eyes: "Have we met before?"

"I'm sorry." Ruwu said, "Unfortunately, this is the first time I see Mr. Dazai with my own eyes. Thank you very much for coming here to meet me..."

Osamu Dazai: "With my own eyes?"

"Yes." Ruwu didn't hide it: "I heard about you from my friend a long time ago. In fact, the book I asked you to continue writing is not mine, but my friend very much. Cherished belongings."

Dazai repeated thoughtfully: "Your friend."

[So funny. ]

Before he met Jianren Qihai, he never had the idea of ​​writing. Now he chooses to write and publish a book, in addition to Jianren Qihai’s suggestion, he gradually judged that he was dragged into another world. 】Related—that "book" that is said to be hidden somewhere in Yokohama and possesses supernatural powers is an item with supernatural powers that can turn things written on it into reality.

As similar things, all books are estimated to be classified as special carriers, so that it is possible for his flower-making panic to enter Yokohama.

But a weak god who has never met before can hear about him from a so-called friend. Among other things, Mori Ogai's information protection of Mafia's high-level personnel is still worthy of his trust.

"Okay, let's stop chatting." Gojo Gojo put his elbow on Dazai's shoulder and raised his chin: "Where is the book you mentioned?"

"But if the owner of the book isn't you, who knows whether Ji will be satisfied with the ending?" Wujo Satoru said again: "It's too much to add an ending to someone else's favorite work without authorization."

[It's like turning over the first page of a detective novel and the murderer's name is already circled in black marker. ]

Gojo Satoru is particularly able to empathize now. It's very simple. Think about it in another way. If he has an unfinished novel that he particularly likes, the author will not be able to finish it for a while, but now someone is going to hire a writer to customize an ending for him— —

Not at all.

No matter how powerful a writer is, if he is Ruwu's unlucky friend, he would rather leave this ending forever empty.

So for something like a god, the thinking circuit is weirder than a conjurer...?

"No." Facing Gojo Satoru's question, Ruwu said in an unquestionable and firm tone: "As long as Mr. Dazai continues to write the ending, there will be no mistakes."

"Hey—" Gojo Satoru dragged his tone and meowed in dissatisfaction.

The god stood up, then knelt down, and solemnly bowed to Osamu Dazai: "I don't have much time to live, and now it may disappear at any time. My life has been boring and boring, and I am dying. Before, there was only this wish left."

"...I really hope it has a good ending." He sighed very lightly.

**

"I want to meet your friend, who is he?" Osamu Dazai has always been patient with those who can make him less bored: "If you disappear, how can you give the book to your friend?"

"Sorry, I don't know either."

"It can only be pinned on luck." Ruwu replied with a wry smile: "Every few years, my friend will appear at a fixed time, and the date should be the closest, but I'm not sure whether he will Come."

Osamu Dazai became more interested, and said in a tone full of anticipation and longing, "It's really an elegant way of contacting."

Gojo Satoru suddenly poked Dazai's cheek, and after seeing Dazai's inexplicable gaze, he smiled innocently again.

He found that Dazai was very fond of this kind of vague connection, and this kind of meeting that was completely out of luck and out of control was especially in line with his taste... This is probably why he would choose to write a letter with Nanami instead of Reason for exchanging phone numbers?

Yes, Nanami Kento and Dazai have known each other for so long, but they have never exchanged phone numbers. Apart from knowing each other's addresses, they know nothing about each other, and they have a sense of distance.

Gojo Satoru was surprised for a long time when he knew this kind of operation for the first time, but in the end it could only be attributed to Dazai's habit of being a writer.

When he was thinking wildly, he dug hard in the soil under the tree. The book should have been buried when he was of normal size. Curiosity has reached its peak, controlling the strength, flexing his fingers, the dirt rose up rustlingly, revealing a well-wrapped oilcloth bag.

"...Isn't it?"

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded choked: "Are you joking?"

There were only a few pages of paper in the oilcloth bag. He glanced at it casually, and there was a large blank space on the paper, with about a few lines of ink reflected on it. Let alone a book, it is estimated that such a few words would not even be able to write a complete story. The paper should be custom made and show no signs of yellowing.

Even if Kosuge Yinkichi is allowed to continue writing the ending, the premise must be a book that only lacks an ending.

If he had expected their reaction, he did not make excuses, and handed those few pages to Dazai silently and respectfully.

Dazai took it lightly, and with a soft nasal voice, his eyes were fixed on the first line: "Huh? Let me see—"

His pupils shrank violently.

It was clearly his own handwriting on the page.

[██/██, overcast. ]

[...I bought a red scarf in the shopping street. It really didn't match the linen clothes on my body. The material was also poorly made and directly dyed. It cost 2000 yen, and the fake wool was tied up badly. When I thought of this scarf Likely to be put in my coffin by slugs—no, better not to have a coffin. ]

Lots of blank spaces.

[partly cloudy. ]

……

[Tiger's cage was never the collar I gave him, after all, he's still a stupid brat who just plays with his paws in vain, but I've been nurturing this stupid tiger for four and a half years. ]

The writing at the end of this line is a bit heavy. It can be seen that when writing this sentence, the person who wrote it was not in a good mood, and the date was deliberately blacked out, as if after the date was blacked out, they were counting the time Not so tormented.

[Unclear weather on ██/██. ]

[…lupin's still doesn't serve cocktails with dish soap. ]

Osamu Dazai stared at the last line on this page for a long time, so long that Gojo Satoru wanted to read it in surprise, then he turned to the next page, thought for a while, and then turned to the last page.

[June [-]th, sunny. ]

[The dud I disassembled before has been reassembled and placed under the boss’s desk as a birthday present for the little man. The spider web in the corner of the lupine bar is much thicker than I thought. Refusing to add some dish soap to my cocktail. ]

[I said goodbye to him for the last time, and the improved hard tofu I wanted to treat him to eat was also mailed out, but according to the current weather, it might have been rotten before it arrived. ]

[... To gain someone in this life, and to say goodbye to him well, is very fulfilling.And if I've lived my whole life just to say goodbye to him, there's nothing else I can ask for in this life. ]

Stopped abruptly.

The above is all the information recorded on these few pages.

Dazai slowly raised his eyes.

The blond god looked at him without blinking, and respectfully bowed to him, his voice revealing a strong and desperate pleading: "Mr. Dazai, this is my last wish in this life, and it is also Only one wish."

"Please write a happy ending for it."

Dazai suddenly laughed.

His laughter was soft and free.

"—Ah, my lord, isn't this the best ending?"