The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Uchiha Wansora gave Hiroya a practical lesson, and he opened it as soon as he said it.

It just so happened that that afternoon Osamu Dazai said that he had met a new friend, so he would not go home for dinner, and Miki was in charge of Nanako.

Uchiha Wansora went directly to Koya's school gate that day to wait for him.

She wore a high ponytail and a gray robe with a high collar that covered half of her face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.

Bandages were wrapped around the limbs, and a long knife hung from the waist. This should be an eye-catching outfit, but no one noticed it when walking on the street.

When Hao also left the school gate and said goodbye to Izumi Kyoka with a smile, he looked up and saw Uchiha Wansora standing on the tree.

He scratched his head, smiled and ran over.

"Miss!"

Uchiha Wansora jumped directly from the tree and was embraced by him.

"Let's go directly." She touched Haoya's head.

Hao also only saw her make a few strange gestures, and the two of them came to the vicinity of Radium Bowl Street.

"Big sister, big sister, is this the ability of the eyes?" Hao Ye asked with bright eyes.

Before coming into contact with Uchiha Wansora and Dazai Osamu, supernatural abilities were something unheard of for him, and only appeared in books and cartoons.

"No, it's a teleportation technique." Uchiha Wanzo replied.

Hao Ye: "It's amazing!"

"It's just a D-rank ninjutsu."

"But that's also very powerful!"

Near the shack on Radium Bowl Street was an open field, suitable for training.

Hiroya took the real sword thrown by Uchiha Wanzo with both hands firmly, and looked up at the sky, which was densely covered with darkness.

"Sister, it might rain."

"Fighting doesn't depend on time or place." Uchiha Wansora drew her sword from her waist and slashed at it.

Hao was also caught off guard, and the knife in his hand was directly dropped.

The silver blade swirled in the air and plunged straight into the soil.

Hao also stared blankly at his numb hand, "Eldest, elder sister, didn't you say something in advance?"

Uchiha Wan Sora said coldly: "If I were an enemy, I would sneak attack you, and you still have to tell me in advance that I am going to hit you?"

Hiroya: "...Of course the enemy won't, but you are not the enemy..."

Under the sight of Uchiha Wankong, his voice became smaller and smaller. Finally, he didn't dare to continue, turned his head, picked up the knife, and held it in his hand.

Uchiha Wansora frowned, looked at Koya, and waved at him, "Cut at me, let me see your latest achievements."

"Ah..." Hao also looked at the blade, and then at Uchiha Wansora standing not far in front of him, "But..."

"No, but, come on." Uchiha Wansora pulled a knife, "I won't show mercy."

There was a burst of thunder in the sky, and she rushed towards Hao Ye with a knife, slashing.

Hiroya's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously blocked it with his hand, a tingling sensation hit him, and he looked at Uchiha Wansora in disbelief.

She was wiping the blood on the blade with her sleeve, looking at him indifferently.

"I'm not joking with you, hold the knife and chop it over."

"Swinging a knife at you, eldest sister, is simply impossible."

Hao also moved his hands, and the pain in his arm reminded him that Uchiha Wansora was telling the truth.

"You don't dare to use a knife to me, let alone others."

Uchiha Wansora looked at the sky, changed the sword to his left hand, and swung it again.

"boom--"

The knife in Hao Ye's hand was blown away again.

"Yes, it will be blocked." Uchiha Wansora said: "But not enough!"

"No, big sister, is this the case for the actual combat class?" Hao also frowned, "We're just practicing, so we won't really see blood, right?"

"Aren't actual combat simulations?" Uchiha Wansora said, "If you don't swing your sword at me, how do you know how much you have learned?"

The sky suddenly darkened, it started to rain heavily, lightning flashed, and the world suddenly brightened and then darkened.

"...But it's not necessary at all!" Hao also said, "How could I point a knife at Eldest Sister?"

Uchiha Wankong backhanded the knife into the scabbard, and said sharply, "Do you really want me to say it?"

"Every time you go home with a bruised nose and a swollen face, it's not because of wrestling at all, is it?"

"Does it hurt when those junior high school students beat you up?"

Hao also bit his lip, his face suddenly turned pale.

"I put a knife in your bag, but when you faced them, you were still beaten up without any power to fight back."

"Why? Because holding a knife will hurt others?"

"An Qihao, you are really kind."

Uchiha Wansora seemed to be a completely changed person, his scarlet eyes were completely indifferent, even evil.

"Just because you don't want to hurt others doesn't mean they don't." The knife named Long Wu in her hand flashed with lightning.

"You asked Dazai why others are not afraid of you, but you who are so cowardly have nothing to fear?"

This sword, named after her father, is Uchiha Wansora's good partner on the battlefield. Countless people's lives ended on her and her sword.

Uchiha Wansora's voice was ruthless, "Kill me with a knife, or be killed by me."

Thunder rang, and in the sky, there was also a knife in her hand.

The dazzling flashes of lightning, in Koya's memory, the scene where such lightning appeared the most was the leisure time after dinner.

The black-haired girl lazily huddled beside the man with bandages around her eyes, her fingertips flickered with lightning, to charge the game console.

Once again, he saw the extremely intense lightning, and the thunder sounded like a bird's shriek, and Hao also watched the knife wrapped in lightning getting closer and closer to him.

"Ka—" He held the knife in his hand and held it against it.

He saw his distressed appearance from those scarlet eyes, and saw him crying.

And those eyes were smiling.

why is she laughing

Is there anything to laugh about in such a thing?

Hao Ye's eyes were red, and he threw the knife suddenly, his small body began to tremble.

"Why! Why do you have to force me?" His voice was full of pain.

Uchiha Wansora only said lightly: "Pick it up."

"I don't!" Haoya's tears flowed down, "Even if you kill me, I can't point a knife at you."

Uchiha Wansora: "This is just training."

"Training doesn't work either!" He wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "...I want to be a military police officer, I just want to protect you, I don't want to point a knife at you."

"Being a military police officer, I can arrest all those mafia gangsters, and even Meiji can grow up safely by herself." He roared out in one breath, "I just want to protect others."

"Don't train me like a ninja."

Uchiha Wansora stood in the rain, watching him running away while wiping his tears.

"It's so innocent and cute." She sneered, put Long Wu away, and bent down to pick up the muddy knife.

"He can't use you..." Uchiha Wansora lightly stroked the blade, rubbing his fingers against the word "Wansora" on the back of the sword.

The name of this knife is Wankong.

As soon as she exerted force on her hand, the blade began to bend, making an overwhelmed sound, as if she was whining about something.

Uchiha Wansora was unmoved.

There is ninja blood in her bones, even if the modern life of more than a year has made her hide a little bit, she is still the Uchiha who kills and kills decisively.

"Crack..."

There was a crisp sound, and the blade broke into two halves.

Duan Ren was mercilessly thrown into the trash can by Uchiha Wankong.

She stroked her drenched bangs, took a deep breath, and said helplessly to the cat flicking its tail on the wall: "I seem to have become the person I hated the most."

The Sanhuamao tilted its head and gave a "meow". It was asking why.

Uchiha Wansora reached out and hugged it off the wall, and said slowly: "Ah, I suddenly feel that this is no different from my dad who forced me to kill him before he died."

The cat's eyes are round and its hind legs are scratching its ears.

It seemed to have heard something appalling just now.

How did this become a father?

Uchiha Wansora sighed, "In the end, what I did was not as good as my hated dad."

She didn't understand how her father made up his mind to use the knife against her. When she cut Haoya's hand with the knife just now, she already regretted it a little.

And at that time, when Uchiha Wansora rejected the bastard father's proposal to kill him with red eyes, her father showed a smirk, "There is no way, if not, Xiaosora will have to work harder in the future."

If you don't open the Kaleidoscope Sharingan, you will have to work harder in the future battlefield.

Even if it is a million times the effort, it can't make up for the loss of combat power that the Kaleidoscope Sharingan lacks.

Both of them knew it well.

"Then I have no choice but to believe in Sora." Uchiha Longmu still said: "After all, Sora is the child I taught together with her, and we are proud of it."

"My dad said he believed I could, but I couldn't trust Koya." Uchiha Wansora frowned.

The three-flowered cat patted her cheek with its soft pad, calling out in a soft voice, as if to comfort her.

Uchiha Wansora held it with one hand, and took out the phone with the other.

"Hey, Hongye, it's me."

"I want to ask you something."

……

"Huh? Drink?" Oda Sakunosuke sat in the Robin bar, tapped the glass with his finger, "but I'm already drinking now."

"Do you want to come over? Ah, there is a new friend." Oda Sakunosuke looked at the boy with his chin stuck beside him.

"Okay, next time."

He hung up the phone, and Osamu Dazai asked, "Is that your friend?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "She seems to have encountered something unhappy."

On a rainy night, in a food stall on the side of Rai Bo Street, there are three people who seem to be strangely matched together.

A very old man, a young man in his prime, and a young girl with a pretty face.

The three of them were sitting around a small folding table under the plastic canopy. On the table were several plates of peanuts, barbecue, and a few liquor bottles, and they were casually talking about some topics.

Occasionally, rain drifts in obliquely and falls on people, but they don't care much.

Miqi Ichiro's cheeks were flushed, he was talking nonsense, he seemed to have drunk a lot, "Nan Sora, I didn't mean you."

"Which child can bear your education method?"

Uchiha Wansora swallowed the white wine on the table, and said depressedly: "But that's how I was educated."

Kiyoka's father gnawed on the skewers and patted Uchiha Wanzora on the shoulder, "Girl, times have changed."

Uchiha Wansora lay on the table, sighed and said: "But... the knife itself must be practiced in this way, and you may not be able to cut vegetables without hesitation, let alone draw the knife."

Miqi Ichiro said: "But our requirements for swords are different from the world you live in Wansora."

As he spoke, he also took out two books from the shabby canvas bag he carried with him, put them on the table and pushed them over.

""□□"? "Criminal Law"?" Uchiha Wanzo blinked, looking at the two books.

Miqi Ichiro said with a smile: "It feels like Wan Sora has read a lot of books, but he rarely reads such books, right?"

Uchiha Wansora looked at the book in front of him, pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "I don't want to read any more these days."

She picked up the wine bottle and filled a glass with wine, "Obviously I understand the truth, but when I actually do it, I feel..."

She picked up the cup and took a sip, "But it doesn't seem to be of any use."

Jinghua's father waved his hand, "You can't say that, Wan Kong, anyway, you know you are wrong."

Uchiha Wansora lowered her eyes, was she wrong?

For her, she is right, even for Koya, but from Koya's point of view, she seems to be the same as those parents who hate domineering.

Uchiha Wansora started banging his forehead against the table.

"Teaching children is really difficult..."

Miqi Ichiro and Kiyoka's father looked at each other and laughed involuntarily.

"But Wan Sora, if you don't want to read books in the future, I will be very distressed." Miqi Ichiro scratched his hair mixed with mottled silver threads, "After all, I am leaving, and no one will inherit my pile of books."

"Mr. Miqi is leaving?" The two asked in surprise.

Misu Ichiro laughed, more wrinkles appeared on his face.

"After all, when you are old, you should retire."

"Congratulations."

Uchiha Wansora raised his wine glass, and the three touched each other.

"Where are you going in the future?" Uchiha Wansora asked.

Miqi Ichiro said: "Maybe I will go to a certain school to watch the gate?"

He is just an ordinary to ordinary person in the Supernatural Secret Service Section. Without supernatural powers, he can only do the most basic level of intelligence gathering, but he still dedicates his life to this and never married.

Uchiha Wansora asked thoughtfully: "Then Mr. Miki will know many teachers in the future, right?"

Misu Ichiro: "In theory, it should be fine."

"Then, Mr. Miqi, can you help me to introduce the teacher in the future?" Uchiha Wankong looked at him brightly, "After all, Hiroshi can't swing a knife at people, and it seems that there is no way to take the special move, so he can only work hard. Do some math."

Jinghua's father also nodded, "Mr. Miqi, I will leave it to you from now on."

There is a circle of circles in one line of work, and the industry of secret agents really has nothing to do with teachers, and Jinghua's father is also very helpless.

Miqi Ichiro laughed and said, "You two are really..."

The three of them drank until midnight, and Uchiha Wansora returned to the small yard of the house carrying Kyoka's father's collar.

The two of them squatted in the yard and returned after a while of drinking.

The room was quiet, Uchiha Wansora stood at the door of Koya's room for a while, but chose to go in.

She didn't turn on the light.

Hiroya, who was lying on the bed, had already treated the wound on his hand, and closed his eyes quickly when he heard the noise.

Uchiha Wansora only stayed by his side for a short while, helped him lift the quilt as usual, and helped Miki pick up the doll that fell on the ground, then turned and went out.

Hao also heard the sound of the door being closed, got up and punched the pillow twice.

"My lord really... I hate it the most."

Uchiha Wansora heard the noise inside the door, bent the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "I also think I'm a bad adult."

There was light rain again outside the window, Dazai Osamu hadn't come back yet, Uchiha Wansora was walking by the window, and saw the pitch black outside.

The street lamp in front of the alley did not know when it broke again.

She had no choice but to pick up the umbrella and walk outside.

When Osamu Dazai came home humming a ditty, he was in a happy mood.

His new friend met during the mission today, and he thought he was an interesting person at that time.

After having a drink together, I found out that this is indeed the case.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and the dark alleys were winding.

Suddenly, the rain above the head stopped.He raised his head and found that at some point, there was an extra umbrella above his head.

"Hey?"

He could vaguely see a figure standing beside him.

"Shall I take you home?" A familiar voice rang in my ear, Osamu Dazai shook the water on his body, and said with a smile, "Okay."