Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Not "seems", but "really often".

I don't know when it started, but it seems to have formed a habit.

Another day, after completing the practice of the day's spells and mastering the knowledge that Japanese elementary school students should have, Gojo Satoru once again avoided the crowd and slipped over with ease.

Sometimes he couldn't help wondering: Did those old men already know.He couldn't help but look for this matter of Osamu Dazai.

However, when he thought of those nagging old men who explicitly forbade him from "touching Osamu Dazai", and he didn't know how many times he violated the rules.

Gojo Satoru felt a tinge of comfort again.

(After all, who wants to spend boring time in the room)

Gojo Satoru complained in his heart.

He almost couldn't remember what kind of life he had lived before.

With "six eyes" and such a high net worth on the black market, the Wutiao family is destined not to let him go to any ordinary elementary school to make friends leisurely before he has the power to protect himself.

(Well. Although I don't want to make friends with those runny-nosed brats)

The next head of the arrogant Gojo family thought so.

(But)

(Before, what was I doing)

If you recall it now, those scenes seem to be gray, even the colors are dim.

But, now Wujo Satoru knows.

It turned out that there were frogs in the pond of Wutiao's house.

Cicadas in summer cling to the bark of trees, rub their wings together, and make loud chirps.

The way the butterfly flies over the flower tip, trembling the tip of its wings, is both fragile and beautiful.

The clouds in the sky occasionally look like lollipops.

He couldn't help laughing again.

Boys used to laugh at others from the bottom of their hearts, and they looked silly when they laughed.

However, for Gojo Satoru now, a smile is like water flowing naturally, it appears on his face naturally and without his realizing it.

(Even the servants of the Wujo family can't help but discuss it in private)

(Eldest Young Master seems to be a different person... something like that)

The boy gently opened the side door.

He dwarfed and hid in the small room he found by chance.

——Osamu Dazai, not far from next door.

That's why he was willing to hide here quietly and without making a sound.

Waiting with all my heart.Like a child waiting for candy.

At such a close distance, even the voices over there could be heard.

In recent days, those managers who came to report seem to have become more obedient.

One by one, "Mr. Dazai", "Mr. Dazai", "Mr. Dazai" and so on, even when entering and leaving the room, they respectfully and silently, and their attitude is almost comparable to that of the head of the house.

(That kind of thing doesn't matter)

Gojo Satoru thought casually.

(It's just that the footsteps are too soft! If it weren't for my six eyes——)

(It was almost discovered once!)

All the boy cares about is this kind of thing.

Occasionally, I can hear "The Wutiao family has annexed Datou recently", "The Chanyuan family seems to be very dissatisfied", "No problem... If you prefer--", "Well. That's right. Did you arrange it properly... or it is beneficial to the Wutiao family of" and so on, meaningful words.

The conjuration world outside, maybe—no.It must be that something subversive is happening.

Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks, turned over to the right, and buried his face in his elbows.

The ash that was stirred up irritated the nasal cavity.The boy covered his mouth and nose and sneezed softly.

(if not for...)

(I don't want to wrong myself and hide here!)

He hummed inwardly.

The shock in the magic world only passed by his ears, without leaving the slightest trace.

(This time, how can I make a prank?)

Gojo Satoru has only this in mind.

Catch a frog?Hiding caterpillars?

(Hey, it’s hard to scare people directly.)

Wasabi onigiri?Spicy curry?

(But they will be caught and eaten together——)

Make faces?Braided?

(It's so hard!! That guy doesn't sleep?!)

The boy recalled the few times when Osamu Dazai showed an indescribably helpless expression, and laughed with some complacency.

(----But)

The happiness that lasted for a while, for some reason, dissipated a little.

Those six transparent eyes sank a little.

(once, not once)

(see that guy...)

(Sincerely, smiling)

Gojo Satoru harbored this trace of unhappiness that he didn't know where it came from, thinking, waiting, waiting in the bottom of his heart——

Far away, listening to Dazai's low whisper.

The boy fell asleep.

***

The lights are on.

In each room, the lights were turned on.

In some rooms that deliberately show the ancient atmosphere, palace lanterns with paper lampshades are even lit.

(...doing a lot of unnecessary things)

(This kind of family. Pretentious as always)

Page after page was turned over.

I have learned a lot about yin and yang, about incantations, about curses, and about gods.

(But----)

Dazai pondered for a moment, rubbing his fingertips habitually.

(triggered, nullification against gods)

(still can't find a way)

(...No. There will definitely be)

At this time, the sliding door moved slightly almost silently.

The young master Wutiao, who accidentally slept all afternoon, walked in while yawning and messing up his fluffy white hair.

Sticking to nothing, the upper body lay down on the table and reached for the teacup.

The temperature of the tea with the tea stalks floating was just right, Gojo Goku gulped down half a cup.

(...you are hungry and thirsty, so don't hide in the small room)

The adult thought lightly.

(Matcha Daifuku served by the servant——)

"Ah, this is delicious!"

Sure enough, the boy swallowed one in one gulp, and his eyes lit up.

"The last time I ate it, it wasn't sweet at all~~ This is great!"

(After all, he is a servant who is good at observing words and expressions)

(Last time, I didn't take a bite and sent it back as it was)

Dazai thought subconsciously, and turned over another page.

"—Don't look at it," Gojo Satoru stuffed himself with two big blessings in one breath, and directly lay down on the table to block the light.

Those shining eyes stared at Dazai from bottom to top, bending into a beautiful bright moon:

"It's so boring to read every day."

The boy rested his chin on the back of his hand and shook his head comfortably.

"Why worry so much about the world of conjuration. You don't really care about it anyway... why don't you play with me?"

The boy who puffed up his cheeks like a baby, knows how to take advantage of his appearance.

The snow-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, deliberately adjusting a perfect angle of light.

All in all it's cute.

"........."

Dazai pulled the book out from Gojo Satoru, unmoved.

"In the adult world, there is no time for fun. Gojo-kun."

He didn't even have any warmth in his voice.

But the boy was not afraid of him.

Not only that, but also frowned.

(Gojo-kun)

(Wujo-kun, Wutiao-kun, Wutiao-kun)

The trace of unhappiness that had accumulated for a long time suddenly seemed to be a ignited fuse.

"--don't want."

Gojo Satoru suddenly lowered his face.

It overlaps with the image of the previous high-ranking young master of the Wujo family.

Putting on that arrogant look, Gojo Satoru ordered:

"Stop calling me 'Gojo-kun'!"

The boy lost his temper, "There are so many Gojo-kuns, who knows which one you are calling?!"

Dazai looked at him speechlessly.

"Wu Jun."

"..."

It's too understatement, but it doesn't seem to care at all.

Gojo Satoru felt even more upset!

He slapped the table with both hands, making trouble for no reason.

"Damn - I don't feel unique at all!!"

That look, almost rolled on the ground.

"You don't care about me at all—"

Deliberately prolonging the voice, and the bloody lines, where did he learn the coquettish moves?

Dazai looked at the boy indifferently, at this moment he somewhat wished that his force value was high enough to grab him by the back collar and beat him up before throwing him out of the room.

"Don't waste time talking nonsense that we both know, Wu Jun." He threatened calmly, "If you continue to quarrel, I will notify the Wutiao family."

"in addition."

Dazai continued.

"I don't care about you, and I don't care about the magic world. Your observation skills are indeed keen."

The light reflected in the kite's pupils, but it seemed to be swallowed by the abyss.

That expression was so cold that the tolerance, silent tenderness, and adult connivance just a moment ago were like a dream between light and shadow.

"—So. If you've had enough fun, go back."

Dazai expelled coldly.

Gojo Satoru raised his face.

He was not overwhelmed by such aura.

Instead, a maniacal smile appeared on the boy's face.

The pair of "six eyes" widened, staring at the man sitting across from him for a moment.

"In this case, why do you want to subvert the magic world?"

Gojo Satoru asked sharply.

Blinded by power and interests, the elders of the Gojo family forgot this.

The members of the Gojo family did not expect this to be obedient and listen to orders like puppets.

Gojo Satoru, who was only eight years old, found out, waited, and didn't ask until this moment.

Osamu Dazai returned a deep and terrifying smile.

"for----"

"Clear this 'game'."

The man in black and red scarf said very softly.

"—!"

Gojo Satoru widened his eyes.

After a few seconds, I couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Hahahahaha, it's you--hahaha, it's amazing!! It's so interesting--I didn't expect that there are people who are so arrogant!" The boy laughed so hard that tears flowed out, covering his stomach with one hand, and wiping it with the other in a hurry. face, "—and! He is still an ordinary person without magic power hahahahahaha!"

Gojo Satoru laughed for a long time before stopping.

"Bring me one!!!" The next head of the Wutiao family asked so confidently.

"I'm the strongest in the future?! You won't put a Wujo Satoru in front of you, and you will reject it??"

The boy rushed to say: "Forget about the one just now! - I won't be fooled by such random reasons?!"

"'Wujo Satoru', there will never be a peaceful, stable, and smooth life."

Glass blue eyes, extremely clear.

"--so."

"Don't think about it, use that method to protect me."

Gojo Satoru laughed again.

This smile, after getting rid of the arrogance that Cai Wanwu despised just now, turned out to be extremely gentle.

"----teacher."

This time.

This time.

Osamu Dazai did not refuse the title.