Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Come on, Odasaku!"

Dazai Osamu was the first to react after the ghost fire spirit's unique invitation to fight, and immediately stepped back behind the red-haired young man without a trace of guilt, patted Oda Sakunosuke on the shoulder, and sent the red-haired young man who hadn't understood what happened to him at all. Push ahead.

"Wait, Dazai, can I ask what happened? What's going on here? Why is there a fight all of a sudden?"

Oda Sakunosuke sent out the soul triple question with a blank face. As the only serious person present, he did not extract any useful information from the series of introductions and declarations just now made by the ghost fire spirit. Immediately, he realized that he was going to fight the menacing young man in front of him.

But now he is going to be told that he is about to fight against a person whose name he can't even remember. Although Oda Sakunosuke is not disgusted with fighting, and even has a feeling of wanting to fight against a strong opponent, he still Determined to ask a close friend who seems to know everything.

"It seems that we have now become subordinates of the demon king who is about to be defeated by the hero? In order to correct evil and return to righteousness, we must undergo a purification battle or something."

The black-haired young man casually fiddled with the loose bandages on his arms, and said in a casual tone, seemingly completely convinced by the ghost fire spirit's words, and even very satisfied with his own name.

But the red-haired young man looked even more confused, and Oda Sakunosuke was confused to find that he couldn't even understand Dazai Osamu's words, and could only show a soft and non-aggressive smile.

However, for the title of Oda Sakunosuke, a certain childish black-haired young man was not very happy, and even played a temper like a child.

"Speaking of why Odasaku is the special right guard of the Demon King, no matter how you look at it, Odasaku has nothing to do with the Demon King."

It didn't look like a confrontation at all, but like a primary school student bickering. Dazai Osamu refuted the words of the ghost fire spirit righteously, and even came up with a new name for Oda Sakunosuke to echo his own.

The young man held his chin excitedly, and his eyes became bright after a while, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea.

"If I have to say it, I think the Witch Knight is very good. Now, Oda Sakunosuke is my knight, which is really good."

After saying this, Oda Sakunosuke looked even more confused. The red-haired man imitated Osamu Dazai and held his chin, trying to think about the mystery, but he still couldn't understand it.

But now that he has followed Dazai Osamu to the outside, the duel with the ghost fire spirit is naturally about to begin.

Although Oda Sakunosuke still didn't understand what kind of riddle Dazai Osamu was playing with that brown-skinned young man dressed like a magician, but he trusted his best friend very much, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The self-introduction session has already gone through just now, but the ghost fire spirit still insisted on re-pronouncing the nickname that Oda Sakunosuke just came out of Dazai Osamu, which made the half-knowledgeable Oda Sakunosuke feel a little embarrassed.

The duel was about to begin, but the sword in the silver-haired youth's hand seemed to have never been drawn out of its sheath.

The young ex-assassin observed his opponent's expressions and movements indiscriminately, but found that the young man had no intention of drawing his sword. He held it firmly in his hand, as if he was planning to fight him like this.

"Don't you need to draw your sword?"

The rich experience accumulated in the past allowed Oda Sakunosuke to feel the threat of the ghost fire spirit hidden under the appearance of the second child. The strong sense of crisis has moved towards him from the first sight when the ghost fire spirit took out the rusty sword. Come on, he trusts his intuition very much.

The man calmly adjusted the posture of holding the wooden bin, so that he could get a more flexible shooting range, and at the same time pulled the safety on the gun.

However, Oda Sakunosuke has seen some people who are extremely superb in the use of cold weapons, and they even bring out the aesthetics of weapons that are considered to be outdated in the universal values ​​​​and make them enough to match Thermal weapons comparable.

At this time, the red-haired young man still didn't think that such a seemingly unusable sword could produce the desired effect.

"Don't worry, Odasaku."

It was Dazai Osamu who was speaking at the moment, and the black-haired young man looked in the direction of the wisps with a gloomy expression, and his tone finally lost some seriousness and showed a little serious feeling.

The young man in a light-colored windbreaker took a step forward and stood side by side with Oda Sakunosuke, instead of completely giving the content of the competition to Oda Sakunosuke as before.

It was also like this that he had the opportunity to whisper to Oda Sakunosuke.

"Be careful with that sword."

Hearing what Osamu Dazai said, Oda Sakunosuke didn't mean to underestimate the enemy at first, but now he feels a little more prepared.

"Ah, really use this sword? That's fine..."

After a moment of silence that was almost imperceptible, the ghost fire spirit responded. The eyes of the silver-haired youth were a little erratic, and they fell unconsciously on the roof of the small red brick building, as if recalling some bad memories.

But soon the brave man seemed to want to demonstrate his guilt just now, and said loudly in a fast tone: "But this is just that Rusty Sword Skanda needs to rest for a few days, it is definitely not because of my strongest disciple of the brave, Molière Guardians of the world - Hugh Evansestel von Materazina Firmino Zattle is more afraid than Nikita Anderson."

"Hahaha."

Osamu Dazai, who was able to perfectly integrate into the declaration of the willow spirit just now, couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned on Oda Sakunosuke's shoulders with his hands on his stomach, unable to straighten up.

After finally waiting for his laughter to stop, Dazai Osamu did not forget to say another sentence.

"Then I'll leave it to Odasaku for the rest."

Oda Sakunosuke just wanted to agree, but he soon came back to his senses and realized something was wrong.

The red-haired young man stopped his best friend, with a kind smile on his face, and said in a gentle but not soft tone: "But this seems to be an invitation to fight for the two of us."

The brave man also sensed Osamu Dazai's intentions, and quickly stopped him with words: "That's right, you can't deceive Lord Brave."

"Well, I'm not a fighting school like some dark slug, I'm a brain school, a brain school, besides, Oda Saku is now my witch-sama, you can defeat the knight first It's not normal to fight with me."

The black-haired young man made excuses like a fool, and neither of them bought it, so he quickly flaunted his cuteness to Oda Sakunosuke: "Oda Saku——"

Osamu Dazai was playing tricks on his best friend, but his eyes were always on the will-o'-the-wisp.

There was no trace of impatience on the young man's brown face, but instead he had a faint feeling of empathy with Oda Sakunosuke.

Osamu Dazai had some evaluations in his mind about this person who was terrifyingly powerful and seemed to be from the same organization as Chiron, and now he could be sure that the information about the brave man from the Mafia Intelligence Department at the port contained some personal emotions of an intelligence officer. .

After all, Osamu Dazai still remembered that after the Brain Hell recapture operation led by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, many members of the operation team lost part of their hair, and those shiny scalps made the office much brighter at night.

Which side Yumeno Kusaku belongs to does not make any difference to Osamu Dazai. After he defected from the port mafia, he was taken away by the Armed Detective Agency. This kind of thing that can cause trouble for Mori Ogai Happy to see it happen.

He and Yumeno Hisaku didn't get along very well, but apart from the very unpleasant memories for both parties during the port mafia, they had no reason to be hostile. possible.

Osamu Dazai could clearly see that the hostility and fear of the strange-haired kid towards him was more because his existence was a reminder of Yumeno Hisaku's past in the port mafia.

Here Dazai Osamu is still thinking about how to deal with the relationship with Yumeno Hisaku. He won't care about children, but if he is hated by this little pervert, it will be a bit troublesome.

On the other side at this moment, the battle between the ghost fire spirit and Oda Sakunosuke has already begun.

The sparks from the muzzle of the gun and the black afterimage of the rusty sword in the air complement each other. The sound of the bullet being split by the rusty sword, or the sound of the rusty sword being hit by the bullet is endless, jingling like a grand symphony.

The colorful magic appeared out of thin air with the brave man's deep dantian spell, but it was different from the ghost fire spirit that was recorded in the government's secret files before, and it exerted some terrifying power.

Under such circumstances, those colorful colored light ballistics are more like small fireworks with heavy thunder and little rain, just adding some brilliant light and sound effects to the fierce fighting.

It was just two people, but the alley behind the small red brick building of the Armed Detective Agency was abruptly turned into an extremely fierce battlefield. If Fukuzawa Yukichi hadn't asked the members of the agency to block the entrance, otherwise, once someone entered by mistake Their battle will probably inevitably face a life-and-death crisis.

But in the midst of the fierce battle, there was another figure who was out of place, leaning against the wall and standing leisurely.

Originally Osamu Dazai was wary of the mighty power of the magic attacks recorded in the information about the brave, but shortly after the battle started, he discovered that the power of those colorful gadgets was far worse than what was reported in the information.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of the information he got from the Special Ability Section. If even the government's intelligence agents can be fooled, then this matter itself is more serious than that the Will-o'-the-wisp really possesses magic of the level of destroying heaven and earth. much.

However, Osamu Dazai observed the battle not far away, and calmly smoothed the corners of his mouth.

The former cadre of the port mafia was thinking, and he seemed to understand something.

Osamu Dazai had doubted that the ghost fire spirit was merciful to Oda Sakuyuki's assistant, but seeing the ghost fire spirit put all his heart into it, he said something like "send the endless glory to the blue king first, and the words are the shining of my scales and phantoms" Osamu Dazai was a little uncertain again after a long list of incantations.

Or, is there any limit to such an attack?Dazai Osamu was still in his own thoughts, but the battle between the ghost fire spirit and Oda Sakunosuke had quietly come to an end.

Oda Sakunosuke's gun was aimed at the silver-haired young man's forehead, but his expression was not at all confident of winning, but he was still tense, looking at his opponent sternly.The position of the trigger was hooked by the former killer's finger, but he didn't have the slightest intention to pull the trigger.

And while all this was happening, the sword of the brave also pointed at the deadly part of the red-haired young man.

The rusty long sword pressed against the red-haired man's throat, and some colorful flames danced on the sword body, as if adding some strange enchanting effect to the sword, but in the perception of Oda Sakunosuke I don't think this sword is any different from before.

Seeing them stalemate like this, Dazai Osamu walked slowly from the wall he was leaning against, and was about to ease the atmosphere.

But the red-haired ex-mafia moved his gun away, and his tone showed some admiration for the silver-haired young man in front of him.

"I lost."