After becoming a chaotic daughter

Mori Co., Ltd., the top floor of the headquarters building of the Port Mafia, and the chief's office.

Holding a pen in his hand, the new leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai, who has just taken office for two years, is looking at the mission report sent by his subordinates this morning on the table, feeling a dull pain in his forehead.

Too busy - he was too busy, it took him more than a year to finally clean up the group of "predecessors" people, and then began to consolidate the port mafia industry, to the members of the organization Carrying out rectification, coping with the government's temptations, deterring other organizations... a series of tedious but very important tasks, none of which can be handled casually, otherwise, the position of leader he is sitting on may be destroyed at any time. Sit with someone else.

And recently, after finally surviving the transition period of power change, the industries and departments under the Port Mafia gradually got on the right track, and he finally received a few loyal subordinates who could be used, but new troubles appeared again.

——From the "[-] billion yen" that lost its owner.

It is impossible to say that he has not thought about such a huge windfall. Although it seems that the name of the Mori Club has already been established in Yokohama, and the club is thriving in various industries, only he knows it. The port mafia is short of money, very short of money, very short of money.Recruiting manpower, purchasing arms, building strongholds, opening up contacts, running enterprises... Which of these things would not require money?

But if you really want to take this muddy water, it means you have to confront GSS, Takase Association, Strain, KK Chamber of Commerce and many other organizations. In that case...

"Ugh……"

Mori Ogai sighed with a headache, at this moment, the phone in his hand suddenly rang.

Mori Ogai answered the phone.

"Boss, it's me." On the other end of the phone came the voice of one of his capable subordinates, Gentleman Guangjin Liulang, "The mail room received a package this morning, but the situation is a bit special, and it is up to you to decide what to do." disposal."

"Package?" Mori Ogai put down the pen in his hand, straightened his stiff back, and raised his spirits, "Who sent the package? And who was it sent to? Have you opened it and checked it?"

"No, it hasn't been disassembled yet, but according to the scan, the inside should be something like cloth." Hirotsu Yanagi replied, "The recipient is Mr. Dazai."

"Dazai-kun?"

"Yes."

"And whoever sent the package?"

The other end of the microphone was silent for a few seconds, and Ogai Mori heard Hirotsu Yanagi's calm and slightly blank answer: "The sender is—Nishi Ward Police Station, Yokohama City."

"...What?" Mori Ogai wondered if he had heard it wrong, but Hirotsu Liulang's answer confirmed what he had just heard.

"It's the Nishi Ward Police Station in Yokohama City. I checked the contact information on the package. It is indeed the office phone number of the Nishi Ward Police Station." Hirotsu Yanagi said.

Mori Ogai: "..."

Even though he lost a few more hairs after thinking about it, Mori Ogai still couldn't figure out why the police station would send a package to Dazai, and he still sent it directly to the headquarters of the port mafia - the Mori Club on the bright side Headquarters building.

He pondered for a moment, and then ordered: "Don't open it yet, and don't need to notify Mr. Dazai, I'll go and have a look now."

"Yes." Guangjin Liulang agreed respectfully.

After dealing with documents for more than ten hours, Mori Ogai decided to go downstairs to see what was going on. By the way, to change his mood, he summoned his own supernatural creature Alice, thinking about it with complaints. The little girl eating the cake took the leader's exclusive elevator and went down to the first floor.

All the mafia that I met along the way stopped and saluted him respectfully, and only went to their own work after he left.

Mori Ogai came to the lobby on the first floor, and saw Hirotsu standing at the door of the mail room, waiting for his arrival.

"Boss." Seeing Mori Ogai, Hirotsu immediately stepped forward and presented the package in his hands with both hands. It was just a very thin package wrapped in a black waterproof bag, with an ordinary postal slip on it. It didn't seem to weigh much, as if the bag contained only a towel or a piece of clothing or something.

Mori Owai took the package and flipped through it casually. It felt more like a piece of clothing in his hand. The address of the police station and Mori's Club was indeed written on the mailing list. The addressee was 【Dazai rule】.

"Alice-chan~ Can you open this for me?" Mori Ogai bent over, with a flattering smile on his face, and said to the girl wearing a small foreign dress beside him.

"Huh? Why do you want me to open it!" Alice crossed her arms unhappily and said in a tyrannical tone.

"Alice-chan~ Please~"

"...It's disgusting, don't talk to me in that tone." Alice distanced herself from him, but still took the bag in his hand, fiddled with it, but couldn't find an opening, so she turned to Sen Ogai stretched out his hand, "Scissors!"

Hirotsu Yanagi immediately respectfully handed a pair of scissors to Mori Ogai, and Mori Ogai handed the scissors to Alice.Holding the scissors, Alice cut a slit along one side of the bag. Hirotsu stepped forward to take the scissors. Alice pulled the cut open and glanced into the bag.

"The red...what is it?" She couldn't see clearly, and threw the bag back to Mori Ogai, "Forget it, you can see for yourself!"

"Thank you, Alice-chan~"

Mori Ogai first coaxed Alice, and then opened the bag. It looked like a red cloth that had been folded several times in the bag. Mori Ogai took out the stack of "red cloth" and gave the empty bag to Hirotsu, then held the side of the red cloth (a thin metal stick is inserted, so it is easy to identify), and then shook his hand——

The whole piece of bright red cloth was unfolded completely in Mori Ogai's hands.

A large piece of rectangular fabric with an inverted triangle at the end, about [-] to [-] centimeters wide, and more than one meter long. After unfolding, there is a circle of golden tassels on the edge, and two lines of flying dragons and phoenixes are printed in the middle. Gold letter:

【Brave for righteousness】

【Yokohama Lights】

Signed: Yokohama City Police Headquarters

Mori Ogai: "..."

Guangjin Liulang: "..."

Alice: "...what the hell is this?"

As soon as Kazuya Chuya came back after cleaning up a small gang, Dazai Osamu quarreled with Nakaya tit for tat, stepped into the building of the port mafia, turned his head, and saw Mori Ogai standing in the lobby,

And what the other person is holding.

"What is this?" Osamu Dazai stopped in front of Mori Ogai, looking at the bright red pennant in his hand with interest, "Yokohama City Police Headquarters? When you went to clean up the hostile gang with Chuya, Mr. Mori, have you taken down the police headquarters in Yokohama? You are really worthy of it~ The results are remarkable."

He said lightly in a joking tone, raised his head, but found that the expression on Mori Ogai's face was strange.

"Boss?" Zhong also noticed this, and asked a question in doubt.

"...It's true that the battle results are outstanding." Mori Ogai said in a subtle tone, and he looked at Dazai with meaningful eyes, "but it's not that my battle results are outstanding."

Osamu Dazai sensed that something was wrong, not only Mori Ogai, but also Hirotsu Ryuunami, the two employees in the mail room, and even the mafia in the lobby on the first floor at the moment all showed very strange eyes.

This look was on him.

Nakahara Nakaya was close to Gwangjin Liulang Station, and he saw the bag in the hand of this mottled-haired gentleman mafia sharply. He felt that the weird atmosphere in the hall was related to that bag, so he stretched out his hand from Hirojin's hand. I took the black waterproof bag and saw the mailing list attached to it.

【Sender: Nishi Ward Police Station, Yokohama City】

【Recipient: Osamu Dazai】

"……real or fake."

Zhong also murmured in a low voice in disbelief.

His eyes suddenly became strange, and he raised his head, lingering back and forth between the annoying Osamu Dazai and the pennant in the leader's hand.

【...This mackerel? ...The Light of Yokohama? 】

Nakahara also felt that Yokohama might be doomed.

*******

"...Finally, it's about the safety of everyone going out."

In the routine Monday morning class, Mr. Koizumi stood on the podium, looking at the group of students below, who have already entered the third grade. Those obedient little Douding when they first entered elementary school are now distracted in class, especially At this time of the morning meeting, except for the important announcements, they are all the commonplace topics, and this group of students is even less interested in listening. There are also some who draw villains in the textbooks, and pass notes and gossip. There are also more students who are simply distracted, seeming to be listening carefully, but in fact they don't know where their eyes are wandering.

Her eyes swept over the students in the back row, all the way to recycle, and finally stopped on the desk next to the podium table.

From the first grade to the third grade, she has not grown much in size, firmly occupying the throne of "the shortest in the class", sitting in her seat, Nanako is holding a pencil in her hand, and is writing something, The pencil tip flickered, leaving only the fluffy back of Mr. Koizumi's head on the podium.

【...Are you writing Chinese again? 】

Teacher Koizumi sighed helplessly in his heart.

In the third year, she became Nanako's class teacher, and now she also knows what Nanako usually writes.

Classical Chinese in Chinese is something that Japan only starts to learn in high school, and I don’t know why this child can write Chinese more fluently than kyuyin.

Compared with Nanako who is always able to write a large amount of Chinese quickly, her spoken Japanese seems to abide by the principle of "cherish words like gold", always use the shortest sentences to explain her meaning, when she speaks She was always half a beat slower than others, and Mr. Koizumi was very suspicious that this half a beat was spent thinking about "how to say a few words less".

"Cough!" She coughed hard.

The students who were distracted immediately called back their attention, and their eyes were all on her. Nanako, who was buried in writing, slowly raised her little head, staring at Mr. Koizumi with her dark round eyes, holding a holding her pencil.

Teacher Koizumi nodded in satisfaction.

"You should have heard from the adults that many violent gangs have been active recently. There have been several robberies and injuries on the shopping street, and there have been crowds fighting in some places. Although these things are currently So far, most of them have happened at night, but everyone should not take it lightly. You must protect yourself, avoid danger, and don’t join in the fun. When school is over, students who drop by should try to go home together, let alone go out to play alone. There must be parents’ supervision accompany……"

The get out of class bell rang, the morning meeting ended, Mr. Koizumi left the classroom, and the class suddenly became noisy.

"I know! There was a mafia fight on the street next door to my house the night before. I heard gunshots! Bang!"

"I've never heard the sound of a gun! Sounds so cool!"

"I also want to see them fight. I heard that the mafia is very powerful!"

"My mother doesn't let me go out recently, not even to the park, and I have to go home as soon as school is over, it's so boring."

"It feels so dangerous..."

A group of students gossip, although no one has ever seen a mafia fight, but the plot of the animated movie makes them feel that it is a dangerous but cool thing.

Sitting in the first row of the classroom, Nanako lay down on the table without distraction, holding a small notebook, and single-mindedly wrote the classical Chinese essays she must memorize for the college entrance examination.

[...Gai will observe it from its change, but the world cannot be seen in a moment; from its unchanging view...] (Su ​​Shi. Chibi Fu)

She has memorized these dozens of ancient essays over and over again, and she is almost able to recite them backwards. Recently, she was picking up the textbooks of Kunikida Middle School, and she planned to pick up science and study hard. Every day, she was calculating "25×8", " 63÷7", she no longer remembers how to find the conic section.

Miwa, who wanted to chat with Nanako, leaned over from the back table, and saw Nanako writing Chinese characters that she couldn't understand at all.

Things that you don’t understand are always very bluffing, so Miwa sat back silently, not daring to disturb his little friend, and scribbled on the notebook for a while, and saw that Nanako seemed to have finished writing , finally dared to poke Nanako's back with a pen.

"Nanako."

Nanako took out the pencil sharpener from the drawer, and while sharpening the pencil, turned her head to look at Miwa: "Huh?"

"What are you writing?" Miwa asked cautiously, lying on the table, blinking her big blue eyes.

【…】

[How do you say 'Classical Chinese' in Japanese? 】

Another vocabulary blind spot, Nanako hung her head and thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so she could only use sentences and three rounds to explain dryly: "That is, ancient Chinese character articles."

"Ancient Chinese characters..." Miwa half understood, "Isn't that something you only learned in high school?"

Nanako:?

Is it true that Japanese high schools have to learn this?

Nanako, who was completely ignorant of the teaching arrangements in Japan, was a little at a loss.

Unaware of the blank expression on Nanako's expressionless face, Miwa praised: "I've been learning this since elementary school, Nanako, you are amazing!"

[No, it’s actually not the beginning of learning classical Chinese in elementary school. 】

Nanako thought to herself.

[I started learning Japanese in high school. 】

"Speaking of which, Nanako's grades have always been very good. You can get a scholarship every year. If it weren't for sports, you would be No. 1 every time!" Nodding his head, "If only my grades were this good—"

Nanako, who is actually a sophomore in high school, felt very ashamed, but she couldn't say it, so she could only look up at her expressionless little face, and said to Miwa solemnly: "Mirawa is also very good, sports are very good. "

"Hey... because I was originally recruited because I was good at sports." Miru scratched her long sky-blue hair embarrassingly, "I will be an official member of the basketball team this year, and next month City Basketball League, it will be the first time for me to participate in the competition as a main player, and I heard that the No.1 team will have a bonus of 100 million yen!"

"I hope the game will go smoothly by then—"

She folded her hands in prayer.

At ten o'clock the next morning.

Aoba Ward, Yokohama City, Seagull Academy Middle School.One person was killed and 49 were injured in the blast attack, three of whom were seriously injured and are still being rescued.

The identity of the prisoner is unknown, and it is suspected that the struggle of the Mafia has spread, and the struggle of underground illegal organizations has spread to the school for the first time.

Another day later, the Yokohama government issued a document to suspend classes in the city.

At ten o'clock in the evening of the same day, a large-scale fighting broke out in the shopping street. According to incomplete statistics, the death toll exceeded 5000.The leading war triggered by [-] billion yen, starting with this fight, officially ignited the flames.

[...It's great that there is no pinning. 】

Tapping the button to reply to the message from her father, Nanako, who was suspended from school, closed her flip phone for children, sat in front of the bar of the whirlpool cafe, raised the glass she had finished drinking, and stared blankly at the With a small face, he said to the boy wearing an apron in front of him:

"Continued Cup."

With an indifferent face, Kinomoto Toya took the glass in her hand and poured her the third cup of hot milk today.