All my brothers are from another world

Paint an oil painting?What kind of strange request is this?

After Tsuna nodded hesitantly, Vizier kindly took the boy's hand and went to the bedroom inside.

Although it is said to be a bedroom, in fact, it is more like a place where a painter works than a place to sleep.

A huge floor-to-ceiling window, a table, and a stand with blank drawing paper on which nothing has been drawn.Colorful and messy paints are placed on the table.

Compared with the neat and meticulous outside, this place looks out of place, but it has a bit more human fireworks.

Tsuna Yoshi can see the tulip-filled garden outside from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows here.

It can only be said that people's potential is really unlimited. In a place like Meteor Street, where the wild wasteland is seriously polluted, it is actually possible to plant a pile of tulips that bloom so brilliantly.

Pieces of flaming ocean gardens bloom vigorously and dazzlingly.

Gang Ji noticed a pile of paintings next to the shelf, and there was a thick stack of oil paintings, which looked extremely heavy.

The top picture shows the room.Gang Ji thought it looked familiar, and he tried hard to recall where he saw it in his memory, and then he exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, did you design Mr. Visil's house by yourself?"

The familiar scenery above was exactly the house that Tsuna had just seen.Only the only difference, this painting is a black ink sketch without coloring.And the house is a perfectly finished product.

The man is holding the paint at the table.He glanced at it, and then responded to the boy's words: "Yes."

"You are such a powerful creator." The brown-haired boy looked at the man with admiration.

Tsuna Yoshi's balance ability and athletic ability are not good. To put it bluntly, the word waste wood is tailor-made for him.

Walking on flat ground, he can fall to the ground with his left foot mixed with his right foot. Running, high jumping and any sports seem to have become a hell-level mode for him.If it's just that he's not good at sports, it's fine, but his learning ability is not good either.

The grades can be described as horrible, and they have always climbed in the low grades of failing.

Afraid of chihuahuas, afraid of bugs, afraid of the dark, not very boyish.Even the simplest things, he still can't do anything well.

Even the girls in the class look down on him.

Even the teachers have gradually lost patience and expectations for such children.

When the people around saw Gangji passing by, some would turn their heads and whisper.

The brown-haired boy rarely saw an adult willing to talk to him in such a pleasant manner.Although he didn't know what he was sent for, he was stuffed into the car in a daze like this.But he was very happy to meet such a powerful person.

Visil looked at the child's bright eyes, just smiled, and he motioned for Tsuna to stand on the chair by the wall.

"Standing is fine. You can stand a little more relaxed, but don't move. Models are not allowed to move." The man put on a white protective clothing.

He picked up the paintbrush in his hand and began to draw sketches on it.

Modeling is not an easy job.

It often takes a long time to paint an oil painting.

The man was drafting on it, drawing every stroke on the canvas in a leisurely and meticulous manner.

Although Vizier said that he can stand freely, no matter how he stands, it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain a movement without moving. It's a 10-year-old kid.

As time passed, Gangji gradually felt his calves and soles of his feet soften, but he still gritted his teeth and tried hard to maintain his figure.

Beads of sweat gradually formed on his forehead.

so tired.Gang Ji pursed his lips slightly, watching the man in front of him still painting.I feel that time is passing too slowly, even the time in math class before has not passed so long.

Time seems to have become many paragraphs, many paragraphs, just like it can never end.

He moved his fingers slightly.I want to change my posture secretly.But just when he turned his toes slightly, a chill suddenly rose on Gang Ji's back.The chill was like a poisonous snake gliding behind his back.

Gang Ji stiffened his body, not daring to move.He stood there like a wooden man, his eyes flushed with fear.

The man is still painting.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Tsunayoshi's legs and feet felt numb.His eyes were darkening all the time, and he wanted to vomit in his stomach.But the tight nerves kept him from falling down.

The palm of his hand was scratched unconsciously.

Visil stared at the image on the canvas and the paint in his hand. He made a lot of color blocks on the paint tray on one side and tried to paint on it.

But each one made him feel that it would not be perfect, and if it went up, it would only appear too ordinary and vulgar.He had a vague feeling that this painting shouldn't be like this, and better colors should always be brought out.

Visil frowned and thought for a while, then put down the paintbrush in his hand.

He looked at the unmoving child standing in front of him, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the performance of this "model".

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of "gulu" in the quiet room.

Visil was stunned for a moment, and looked at the brown-haired child.

Gang Ji was in a daze, he didn't hear any other voices at all.

Inside his retina was a blur of distorted patches of color.

"Are you hungry?" Vizier came to the child and asked gently.

Gangji raised his head, and Vizier found that the other party's warm brown pupils were slack.The expression is blank.

At this time, Gang Ji seemed to realize that he could move now, and just as soon as he opened his legs, he felt a tingling pain sweeping from him.

He fell straight forward in a daze, and Gang Ji was used to falling, so he closed his eyes directly.

But the expected pain did not come.The cool cloth was pressed against the cheek.

He felt himself suspended in the air for a while, and subconsciously hugged the nearest support, and the child hugged the man's neck.

But in a hurry, he immediately retracted his hands. He didn't know where to put them, so he had to grab his collar.

Tsunaki felt the man's cool fingertips touch the back of his neck.

obedient child.

Visil chuckled lightly: "I'll take you to dinner."

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Dry mountain.

Back mountain forest.

The leaves rubbed against the ground and made a "squeaky" sound.

The sound of hurried footsteps was constantly shuttling through the water forest.

A black figure ran and watched, and finally, when he saw a huge tree, his eyes lit up, and he quickly climbed up the tree trunk.

The young man's movements were very agile, and he climbed up to a very high position in no time.

He grabbed the thick tree trunk next to him.He was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over.

The white bandages on his body were all messily entangled, and some dirt was still on them.

Osamu Dazai pulled the bandages on his body, seeing how dirty it was, he simply tore off all the bandages.

He sat on the tree trunk, half-closed his eyes and looked into the jungle.

The animals in the forest seemed to be startled by some huge creature.

Countless birds came out of the forest and flew into the sky.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

A huge roar came from the woods.

Accompanied by this roar, a huge snow-white figure rushed out from inside.

It has a huge body, hard and thick fur, and sharp fangs shining coldly.

It crawled on the ground, sniffing something with its nose.After a few brisk steps, he rushed to the tree where the boy was, and opened his bloody mouth to Osamu Dazai on the tree.

"Smelly dog! Smelly dog! You vicious dog! Get away from me quickly 1 Osamu Dazai saw that Sanmao was about to adjust to a posture of several meters high, his face turned pale, and he immediately stood up from the tree trunk , staggeringly climbed towards a higher place.

Sanmao saw the prey going up, and the huge animal claws scraped deep scratches on the tree trunk.The trunk made a grinding sound.

"Wow! Roar! 1 Sanmao turned around the big tree, and then rushed towards the tree with his body. The strong impact made the tree tremble violently, almost shaking Osamu Dazai from the tree When he got down, he turned over and stood at a height of more than ten meters. This position is absolutely impossible for this dog.

Osamu Dazai had a good vision. The roots of this tree grew extremely deep, and it was bumped several times. Except for the moment at the beginning, there was no major problem at all.

Sanmao angrily spun around below, baring her teeth at the boy above.

"Come up! Come up, come up if you have the ability, you stupid dog!! 1 The black-haired boy was waving his paws and yelling, looking very proud.

He looked at the bandage on his body and tore it off indiscriminately.Throw the bandage down.The other hand tugged at the other end of the bandage.

The bandage fell down and fell to Sanmao's mouth.Sanmao sniffed, and his nose smelled the smell of the bandage.Immediately, a fierce look appeared on his face, and he began to chase and bite the bandage.

Osamu Dazai immediately pulled up the bandage, teasing it like fishing.

Sanmao ran left and right, but couldn't touch the long bandage, screaming wildly.

"Mad dog." The black-haired boy with slightly curly hair supported his chin with one hand, squatting on the tree trunk.

He teased for a while, and seemed to be bored again.

The shade of the trees cast down a patchwork of light and shadow, making it look very warm.

Dazai leaned lazily against the big tree.

It must have just been hit, and some leaves scattered from above.

He stretched out his hand and caught a leaf that fell from before his eyes.

The emerald green leaves are shining with crystal luster.

The sun shines through the leaves, revealing every emerald-like meridian, small and soft fluff of the leaves.Dazai held the leaves and looked at them for a while.

The sky was blue.

It seems a little quieter.Dazai didn't hear the dog barking anymore.

The boy lowered his head and looked under the tree.

under the tree.

A child in a dark purple lady's kimono with a small cut was standing under a tree.

That ferocious big dog was kneeling on the grass like an ordinary big domestic dog at this moment, wagging its big and thick tail cheerfully.

Dazai took a look and recognized the child who had been sitting silently at the dining table.Is it the fifth child who beat the enemy Hakka?Still a boy?He recalled the young masters the butler had mentioned.

Dazai jumped down from the tree.

He swayed a bit, but still stood firmly on the ground.

As soon as Sanmao saw the intruder, he immediately bared his teeth and let out a low growl.Its hind feet moved back, its front paws widened, and its spine arched in an aggressive stance.

"Sanmao, be quiet." Curt stretched out the fan in his hand and patted the Hell Watchdog's head lightly.

The big dog scratched a hole in its back foot, and slowly backed away with a growl.

"Hey, is my training finished today?" Dazai asked with his hands raised on the back of his head.

The boy's face was very calm, but when he saw San Mao behind him, he made a face at San Mao who was ordered by the master not to go forward.

Curt's hands hidden under the wide sleeves were slightly squeezed.

Curt has a very poor sense of this outsider named Osamu Dazai.

He looked at the boy with what could be called disgust.Osamu Dazai thought that he should have not offended the other party.Of course, Dazai Osamu can easily guess the reason.

A nasty smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think I'm not reconciled to being a sudden guy who snatched away mother's attention?" The boy with slightly curly hair showed a slightly exaggerated surprise:

"Ehhh? No way, you want that kind of deformed attention too? Are you so lacking in love?"

"You!?——" The boy in the kimono clenched his teeth slightly, and murderous intent flashed in his beautiful and delicate purple cat eyes.

Osamu Dazai didn't feel the same at all, and snapped his fingers with a smile: "Why do you get angry so easily?"

"However, it doesn't feel good to be taken out of your mind. How about this, this..." Dazai Osamu suddenly approached Curt, and a sickly face magnified in front of him, which shocked Curt instead.

There was an expression of excitement on that slightly pale and sickly face. Under the backlight, the iris-colored eyes that should have been clear were rolling with dirty colors like mud.The dark shadow makes people feel inexplicably disgusting.

"Well, I have a good proposal to avoid future troubles." The boy's voice was cheerful.

"just kill me."