K-type Mage

A lot has happened in Yokohama recently.

Although it is correct to say that the behemoth "Port Mafia" behind the scenes has faintly shown signs of intensification of conflicts with other illegal forces one year after the death of the brutal former leader.

The underage organization "Sheep" on Radium Bowl Street provoked the Port Mafia in order to regain their companions and vent their anger; The power is about to move.

Then--

"Trouble. Too much trouble."

Osamu Dazai who was walking on the road muttered, venting his dissatisfaction in a childish tone full of complaints.

"Whether it's those stubborn old things or Mr. Mori who squeezed child labor, they are all bad adults!"

Hirotsu, the mafia behind him, silently performed his duties as a guard and did not express his opinion on such words and deeds.

A 15-year-old boy, an outsider of the Mafia, witnessed the death of his ancestors with the current leader a year ago, and testified for the current one-now he was assigned a secret investigation.Guangjin did not despise him.

Dazai Osamu, holding the "Silver Oracle", and Hirotsu, the guard and guide, started the investigation early in the morning. *

Osamu Dazai randomly clipped that piece of paper in the "Complete Suicide Manual". With his excellent questioning skills, he could always get some important information from the people who were questioned that they didn't pay attention to. When he arrived at the sightseeing spot, the boy's expression became more and more dejected. *

Hirotsu tried his best not to show a shocked expression when he heard that he was asking about the "predecessor leader".

The sightseeing spot is the high platform outside Radium Bowl Street, with a wide view, you can see not only a messy slum, but also the blue sky and sea, as well as the cargo ships and people on the pier.

However, Dazai and Hirotsu, who came here at this moment, showed more or less surprised emotions——

There are not many people on the sightseeing ground, but what is quite eye-catching is that on the wooden benches in front of the railing, there is a large group of white seabirds and pigeons together, playing a cuckoo ooooooooo and buxiu A bird concerto intertwined with cloth.

What is even more surprising is that on the bench buried by the white bird, there is a head wearing a dark hood leaning on the back of the chair-it looks like a human being.

Dazai showed an interested look, and when he was about to go back to the Mafia headquarters, he turned around and went directly to the bench.Hirotsu dutifully kept up.

There are often tourists on the sightseeing spot, so I am used to seeing seabirds and loose pigeons that have been fed and are not afraid of people, but it is also a strange sight to be surrounded by a human like this now.

When the two of them approached, the people on the bench seemed to be disturbed, and the white birds around him spread out, allowing the people around him to sit up.

The person in the dark green long coat sat up and pulled down the hood, revealing a handsome young man with a sleepy expression, black hair and black pupils, he blinked after seeing them, he looked a little confused, but still friendly He said hello and said, "Hello, today is a fine weather." It seemed that he didn't see the bright and eye-catching "Complete Suicide Manual" in the leader's hand.

He skillfully smoothed the feathers of the white bird that came close to him, and there were other birds that seemed to be waiting in line to be feathered...

Even Osamu Dazai was a little speechless.

Although the young man has an Asian profile, he speaks with an accent that is hard to notice if he doesn't listen carefully; he looks only in his early twenties, and he still has a bit of a bookish look when he laughs.

Even Hirotsu could see that this was an ordinary tourist: maybe add to that that he was popular with birds.

The black hair and black pupils of the young man in front of him were reflected in the kite's eyes, and Osamu Dazai unconsciously twitched his fingers holding the little red book.The gap in thinking was so short that the conclusion could not be determined, but his back was already subconsciously tense. He spoke with a light voice: "...it is really good weather."

His thoughts became smoother, and he showed a good boy's smile: "Brother, how long have you been here? I heard that there are strange people active here, so come and have a look."

"Strange person..." The young man didn't seem to think that he was a "weird person" at all, and showed a serious expression of contemplation, "Sorry, I only came here to get along with the birds in the past few days, and I didn't pay attention. What kind of strange person is there?" He showed an apologetic look, "But how old are you? Why did you come to find a "weird person", children..."

"Because my guardian is too much!" the kite-eyed boy complained distressedly, looking as if he was so dissatisfied that even strangers who met him for the first time would want to vent, "He is obviously an uncle, and his hairline is receding Uncle, who will be bald sooner or later, let a child do this kind of thing-is it too much?!"

In the office of the head of the port mafia, Ogai sneezed.

Guangjin: "..."

Ask for advice, what should I do if the object to be protected is complaining about his boss?

He chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb and unable to hear.

"What a terrible adult." The young man echoed, "But this is also trust in your ability... maybe you can find something interesting from it?" He winked at the young man playfully, let go of his hands and knees The seabirds flew away in a soft ball.

"Is this a blessing?"

"No, this is the mage's prophecy."

The young man with black hair and black pupils said with a smile.

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled, and his finger bones turned white for a moment. Hirotsu behind him didn't see his expression, and couldn't get the result from these few words; There is something wrong - this young man who looks like an ordinary tourist.

As if realizing something, the white bird flapped its wings and left the bench, circled around the young man briefly, and then flew to different directions.

The wind blowing from the sea carried a salty and dry smell, and the falling white feathers fluttered and flew away into the distance.

"Farewell, both of you." The young man stood up from the bench refreshed and nodded politely, "Maybe we will see you again."

He turned away.

Osamu Dazai stood where he was, watching him leave with a slightly gloomy expression on his back, and the condensed color of malice soon melted like snow under the sun.

"Go back," he said.

Guangjin, who didn't hear his order and watched the strange young man leave, subconsciously asked, "...what did you say?"

They were originally on their way back to report to the Mafia headquarters after the investigation, but the appearance of the young man obviously gave the clever boy another idea.

"..." Osamu Dazai closed the "Complete Suicide Manual", gritted his teeth, "Go back to Rabo Street."

was disturbed.No matter which one is chosen next, it seems to be expected by the other party-this makes the boy dissatisfied and disgusted.

They returned to the entrance of Radium Bowl Street, the edge of the tourist spot.

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone, and reported the truth he found to the so-called "guardian" in a rather unpleasant tone——

"The ancestors are resurrected; the whole body is surrounded by black flames—it looks like they crawled back from the bottom of hell to avenge someone."*

The voice of the man on the other end was a little excited, but more subtle: "Ah, this is really..."*

"There are several witnesses*——" the kite-eyed boy said coldly, "By the way, I saw a person. Maybe he came here to respond to this hatred..."

In the next instant, he flew out.

—was knocked away by something. *

……

……ah.Really, it's so disgusting that I want to vomit and want to leave this world immediately.

From a top-down perspective, the figure with his back to the sun appears ambiguous, but those cobalt blue pupils are like the gleaming vertical pupils of a hunter.

Osamu Dazai, the prey, was absent-mindedly thinking about dangerous topics.

"Ahh...Huangba throwing up..." He murmured.

"You know that?"

"No, it's the first time I've heard of it."

The pain struck again, and Osamu Dazai gasped for it, but gritted his teeth inexplicably, looking at the little man who forced him to confess with an expression of boredom——

"What's so interesting?"

"Don't be distracted, you brat! Don't you think it hurts enough?!"

"If I tell you the information, will you let me go?"*

*

"Wow." The young man in the dark blue long coat symbolically held up the binoculars and looked at the "destined encounter" on the bowl-shaped street from a height, and whistled as a sigh.

"I feel like I said something superfluous." He didn't know where to take out a book, and when he opened it, it was blank, "But next——"

"Seeing the "future", would you want a different development? "

The young man who had talked with Osamu Dazai at the sightseeing spot was Yuan Shen, the traveler.

The book in his hand is a prop that can realize the wish of the writer, but the written wish must be complete and logical.

Yuan Shen, who fished out this book from the Supernatural Agent Section, understood its essence in a very short time, and became a little interested because of the object it selected, and saw two developments of the normal world line; of course, The premise is a single world rather than the chaotic and scattered puzzle world of today.

Osamu Dazai is really a smart boy.When he had added the blur buff, his identity could be deduced based on a few conversations and observations.

Even a [-]-year-old old man can only feel this way.

Just as a node can completely change the world line, or with the power of only one person.Admirable will and ability.

He flipped through the book and laughed: "It's a pity, you may not be that important in the current world..."

"Well, it might be of some use to that kid."

After all, according to the setting, Osamu Dazai must get the book—of course, if he voluntarily refuses, it can also be changed.

Saying this, he put the book back again.Then he rubbed his chin in a bit of distress, thinking about the "facts" that Dazai came to find out.

"Really. Whoever disturbs the sleep of the dead deserves to be thrown into a dream to repeat the most painful memory ten times."

After a year, how come I happened to come across this.

The young man named Yuanshen stared at the black heat that suddenly exploded below, put away the troubled expression on his face, and watched the old man who was sent to Huangquan Road appear on the street with an indifferent expression, as if he was watching something wrong. A little bug worth mentioning.