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"Going on vacation? Just the two of us?"

Mr. Nakaya hummed.

"...!"

Going on vacation alone with Mr. Nakaya?

God, what kind of fairy treatment is this? Did I finally come back after being stabbed?

"I can...!" If I wasn't still being pressed by gravity on the wheelchair, I would jump three feet high on the spot. "Where are we planning to go on vacation? Domestic or foreign? Southeast Asia or Europe?"

"Don't be so exaggerated," Mr. Nakaya scratched the side of his face with his index finger a little embarrassedly, "I haven't settled on anything here. Is there nothing in Jing that suits my heart?"

"...Let me decide everything?"

"I don't really understand these things, so you can do whatever you want." He thought for a while, "Forget it abroad, you can't play much in a week or so. Besides, if the place is too far away, if something happens in the organization and you can't go back Oh no."

"!!!"

Ah, ah, rounding, no, there is no need for rounding at all, this means that I have exclusively customized an exclusive escort service for Mr. Chuya!

God what kind of magical lifetime is this? !Not only am I jumping three feet high now, I feel like I need some oxygen!

"Leave it to me to prepare." I decided to make a perfect travel strategy when I go back today.

But before that, why don't you coax the cadres who are likely to be unable to go?I can almost predict what he will be like.

……

"You are more familiar with Osaka, and I heard that Kyoto and Nara have good scenery. Kyoto is famous but has a large population. If it is the case of Mr. Kyo, it would be better to choose Nara, which is more natural?"

Naturalize...?What the hell?

……

"Deer! It's a deer!"

"Keep your voice down, Jing, you're so noisy!"

"Look at Mr. Chiya! It's a deer! There are so many deer!"

"It's still driving, don't hold me and shake it...let go of me, idiot!"

Mr. Nakaya, who was sitting next to him in the driver's seat, was holding on to the steering wheel angrily. Looking at it like that, he wished he could let go of his hand and give me a few thumps first.

Me: QAQ

"...Ah, I got it!"

He clicked his tongue, and although he muttered impatiently, he honestly slowed down the car with his hand, "A kid is a kid, it's just that he saw a few deer, what's the fuss?"

"I haven't seen it." I leaned on the car window and looked out, and then was pulled back by Mr. Nakaya by the hair.

"Don't poke your head out! Bring the safety belt to me and fasten it!"

"Oh," I obediently went back to my seat and fastened my seat belt. I couldn't help but look out again, "Mr. Nakaya, please drive more slowly. I feel that you will hit a deer in a second."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about my driving skills?"

Mr. Nakaya glanced at the rearview mirror, suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, and he used supernatural powers to float the moving car, and performed a 720-degree Thomas-style gyration on the spot like a showman with the car— —

The scene in front of me suddenly spun, and the sudden centrifugal force almost threw me out.This is comparable to the situation of sitting on a merry-go-round but suddenly turning to a jumping machine. I was so scared that I immediately hugged "Dazai" and screamed, "Ahhhhh——"

Mr. Nakaya, who succeeded in the prank, burst into laughter immediately, "How about Jing, do you need to slow down?"

I huddled in my seat in shock, and after hearing this sentence, I was so angry... I directly pinched "Dazai" in my arms several times.

It's all your fault, you bastard!

Idol is actually black!It must be because the one who is close to the ink is black!

……

After about another half an hour of wildly driving on the road, the two of us finally arrived at our destination.

This is a high-end hotel that matches the style of the ancient city of Nara, both in appearance and location.The original lacquered corridors hidden in the bamboo and forests in the mountains are looming in the mist, and there are traces of elegant and full of moss on the naturally furnished rocks. The moist air is shady and cool on the body, which made me who was a little motion sickness suddenly feel refreshed. a shake,

"It turns out that naturalization refers to hot springs."

"Hot springs are good for your health. You know your health, so it's good to come out to recuperate." Mr. Nakaya walked over slowly from the trunk.

Mr. Nakaya, who was on vacation this time, was rarely dressed in black like he was working, and he didn't even wear the hat that he never took off.Instead, he changed into a zippered sweater and light blue jeans, just like an ordinary high school student of his age.

Compared with his usual mature and stable appearance at work, he now looks younger and more lively.

I saw that Mr. Chuya first put the two suitcases in his hands aside, then straightened the wheelchair with one hand, and pulled me out of the convertible sports car by the collar with the other hand and put me on the wheelchair—the kid wearing glasses next to me, You are all stunned by his supernatural operation, okay?

However, after seeing me get into the wheelchair after getting off the car, the kid politely helped us open the door of the hot spring hotel, and looked at us back and forth curiously without concealing his curiosity.

"Big brother, did you also win the first prize in the supermarket?"

Children are really cute, especially such a polite and well-behaved child. Compared with the stubborn and cold Akutagawa, it is simply... a completely different style.

Our Akutagawa is also very cute.

In short, my favorability for this sensible kid has gradually increased, and naturally I don't mind chatting with Mr. Chuya when he checks in, "No, we are just here for a vacation."

"I see."

The kid nodded, and then his eyes drifted down, "By the way, big brother, why do you keep holding this strange doll?"

"Because another friend of ours failed to take a leave of absence and was left to work overtime in his hometown. In order to make up for his regret of not being able to come on vacation together, we chose to replace him with this doll."

I raised the half-figure doll in my hand to show off, "How about it? It's cute."

"Yeah, cute... Big brother and your friend are so close." For some reason, the little boy had a black face, "But the doll used to replace it... No matter how you look at it, it's a fish, right?"

"It's not an ordinary fish, it's mackerel," I corrected.

The black line on his face intensified, "It's even more strange to emphasize it, okay, besides, why is there a bandage on the fish's head?"

"It's the guy's personality."

I tightened the knot where the bandages slipped off a little more. I really don’t know how Dazai manages to move freely while wearing so many bandages on his body. Doesn’t he feel tense?

"Personal characteristics?"

"Yes," grabbed the fin and waved at the kid twice, "at critical moments, the bandages on this body can replace him to launch a substitute attack, changing from an ordinary mackerel to a blue and white fish that can't die no matter what. Fish—isn’t it amazing?”

"……sharp."

Hi, the kid is so sweet.I hugged the mackerel doll that was too big to slide down, "Are you here alone, aren't you with the guardian?"

"Yes, I came with my family." The child put his hands behind his head, and said cutely and old-fashionedly, "They are packing their luggage, so I will come out for a walk."

"—King, it's done, let's go to the room."

Suddenly a room card flew over from behind, and just hit the dead fish eye of the "Dazai" stand-in—I have reason to suspect that Mr. Nakaya's move was completely intentional.

After saying goodbye to the children, Mr. Nakaya pushed him to the guest room.

The name of the guest room is Hagima, and the room is very spacious, with fragrant hand-woven tatami mats, and Japanese-style low tables and chairs placed in the center.

Push open the paper door on the inside, and the outside is a corridor under the door blocked by glass, where you can enjoy the scenery without being polluted by the moisture in the mountains.

After passing through the veranda, there is the hot spring pool that comes with the room.

I sat in the wheelchair like a young master who didn't touch the spring water, and watched him hanging clothes and laying quilts there with a dazed expression—it turned out that Mr. Nakaya was the more powerful one in Shuanghei ? ? ?

The ceiling of combat power that is cool on the outside and qi on the inside... What kind of fairy settings are these, I can do it!I'm really good at it!

After finally placing the luggage, the gravity user of Mafia at the port let out a long breath, "It's really troublesome... Hey Jing, you will be next, take off your clothes for me."

"Oh."

When I heard this, I obediently unbuttoned my jacket... Hey, there seems to be something wrong.

Why, when I heard Mr. Nakaya speak in such a tone, did I have a sense of déjà vu like those domineering presidents in the internal forums?

Thinking of the unspeakable huh huh huh, huh, huh, huh, which opened the door to a new world, I quickly buttoned my clothes back, "Well, Mr. Nakaya, why are you taking off your clothes here?"

Mr. Nakaya looked at my confused behavior with a question mark on his face, "I'm going to soak in the hot spring soon, the bandages on your body should be replaced with waterproof ones, right? If I do it myself, won't it hurt if I pull my wound when I raise my hand?"

"..."

Ah, just a bandage change?

Just change, change a bandage, why is my mind so dirty?

Blame the internal forum for poisoning me!

So I took off my clothes obediently, and when I looked up, I found that Mr. Chuya was silent.

"...?"

"No." He knelt down halfway to help me change the bandage, feeling a little itchy as his slightly callused fingers scratched across his waist.

I couldn't help moving, and then was held down by Mr. Chuya again.

Tear off the adhesive tape with a little blood and replace it with a new one, and then wrap it with a bandage to fix it.

It was obviously something that the martial arts faction was familiar with, but his expression and movements seemed a little extra cautious.

However, until all the bandages were replaced, Mr. Nakaya had a solemn expression on his face, and he completely lost the relaxed feeling of being on vacation just now... Could it be that my power leaked out again and affected him?

"Mr. Chuya, do you feel that there is something wrong?"

Mr. Nakaya, who was asked by me, paused for a moment, "...you found out, as expected, Dazai is better at disguising things like this."

"No, his kind is not called camouflage, but time-traveling. It's completely pierced by the soul, and it also comes with a means of disguise." And your kind is not pretending at all.

"What are you talking about?"

Mr. Nakaya didn't catch my stalk at all. He helped me to grow my hair that was about the length of my collarbone, and tied it into a small knot at the back of my head with a headband--he can even comb my hair, really worthy of my idol!

After combing, I also stretched out my hand to tug at my stupid hair, "Your hair is so long, shouldn't it be trimmed?"

"Isn't it good to have long hair... By the way, Mr. Chuya, don't change the subject."

"...Long hair is inconvenient in close combat, and I didn't change the subject."

He muttered and evaded.Then, under my urging gaze, I fell silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "The scar on your chest, was it left in the water prison before you joined the port mafia?"

"..."

It turned out to be the scars on the chest where the Avengers were forcibly inserted into the gas pipe.

Indeed, I don't have the habit of being naked in front of others, and I wear pajamas when I sleep. Few people know the existence of these scars.

The shape and size look scary, but the point is that they are located right next to the heart. It is normal for Mr. Nakaya to feel uncomfortable after seeing them.

"Yes. At that time, because I was controlled at a relatively high level, it was necessary to connect these poisonous gas pipelines."

Not wanting to show weakness in front of Mr. Chuya, I subconsciously blocked it with my hand, "It's all in the past."

"It's all from the past...?" He repeated what I said, "I remember you told me before that the reason you entered that prison was because of the leader of your previous organization..."

Mr. Nakaya stopped at this point, and he seemed to regret bringing up this topic.

"Ah, is it because that lord abandoned me?"

I tried to think back, it should be the first night after the Dragon Head War, Mr. Chuya and I went to ride the Ferris wheel together.

At that time, the Cos/mosClock was shining alone and brilliantly like a jewel in the completely dark and scarred Yokohama. I still remember that wonderful and sacred scene until now.

"I was too weak for being immature before. It doesn't refer to strength, but to spiritual aspects. I don't have the kind of awareness that Master Bai Lan—ah, my former leader, needs."

"Enlightenment?" Mr. Nakaya looked at me suspiciously, "I can understand asking for loyalty, but enlightenment is such a strange request."

"Master Bai Lan needs his subordinates to have the determination to give everything for him, even if it destroys the world. But that goes against my original wish."

"When everyone is moving forward, I am the only one who chooses to stand still. No matter how I think about it, I will be left behind, right?"

The Lord Branda I "saw" ten years later used my job to destroy the world;

Ten years ago, Master Bailan chose to abandon me who refused to repeat the same mistakes, and let the Avengers take me into the water prison.

I can't find the reason why he would do this, so I can only guess his mind by myself.

After listening to my words, Mr. Chuya frowned, with a displeased expression on his face, "What is this?"

"No, it seems right to say so?"

I think of Kikyo and Daisy, who turned into living beings as soon as they opened the box. Well, Aidou is right, that is sex, "But, I don't mind those things at all now."

"I've got a new organization. Now, the Port Mafia is my home and my foothold."

I touched the scar left on my chest, "After the Longtou war, the leader arranged a special medical team for me, and these injuries were healed quickly."

"But the wound is still there, and even after it heals it leaves a scar."

Mr. Nakaya said suddenly, his eyes seemed to recall something memorable, and the cobalt blue clear pond was covered with a layer of moonlight trance.

Ah, I seem to have heard Mr. Chuya say that.

Like me, he served in other organizations before entering Port Mafia.

I wanted to ask a little bit, but I didn't dare to look at his face.But Mr. Chuya found out by himself, "Are you trying to ask me about my past?"

"It's a very boring thing, and it's similar to the sex organization where you were poured into the ecstasy soup."

Mr. Nakaya propped his hands back, and sat on the tatami in a leisurely posture, with fragments of orange hair scattered on his neck and shoulders, "When I was wandering, I was taken care of by a group of orphans. At that time, the port gangster The leader of the party is still the same old and confused ancestor."

"The current situation is chaotic, but I have strength. It is only natural to want to repay them."

Thinking of Miss Suzuki, I couldn't help but sigh, "Of course."

"At that time, our group of little ghosts organized a group called 'Yang' around Leibo Street..."

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