Don't compete with fairy tale vests

Waking up on a tidy bed, Atsushi Nakajima looked around nervously. This strange room was definitely not the bedroom in the orphanage he was familiar with, nor was it a closed confinement room.

His sense of smell and hearing were finally recovered together from the dizziness caused by using Olin, and smelling the smell of disinfectant, the young man belatedly realized that he was in the hospital.

"Hey!" Realizing this, Atsushi Nakajima immediately jumped up from the bed in shock and looked around in horror.

There were no other patients around, nor nurses and doctors. This knowledge made him feel relieved. He also knew the situation of the orphanage. He didn't know how much it would cost to come to such a hospital. He jumped to the edge of the bed as if there was a fire burning behind him, and the idea of ​​running away now appeared in his mind.

"Why did you get up by yourself?" A young voice sounded behind him.

"Hahaha, ha, I, I didn't want to sneak away without paying the medical bill!"

The figure of the boy tiptoeing froze in an instant. Nakajima Atsushi wanted to sneak away without anyone noticing, but suddenly heard a voice from behind calling him to stop him. Seeing that his desire to run away from the order was discovered, he had to cry He turned around stiffly, sneered, glanced wildly, and pretended to be calm, telling lies that others could see through at a glance.

"You don't have to worry about the medical bills, go back and lie down quickly, don't catch a cold with so little clothes on." Kurikawa Soryu couldn't help reminding when he saw the child who had turned into a white tiger standing barefoot on the cold floor of the hospital.

The pitiful expression of the young man who was about to burst into tears made people laugh. He raised his hand to cover the smile on his mouth, so as not to hurt the self-esteem of the child who was already in embarrassment, but it seemed to have little effect , the boy's face seemed more stiff and unnatural than before.

"Okay...Okay!" Sensing that the strange young man seemed harmless, and hearing that he didn't have to pay the medical bills himself, Atsushi Nakajima had expected for a while, and obediently crawled back to the hospital bed under the gentle gaze of the young man.

Seeing the flustered white-haired boy temporarily calmed down by himself, and lying down obediently again, Kurikawa Soru showed a satisfied smile, placed the thermos on the bedside table, and gently helped the bewildered boy raise his head. He took out the table board and took out the lunch that he specially made for this child.

"Here, are these all for me?" Atsushi Nakajima was so surprised when he saw the dishes on the small table that he couldn't straighten his tongue. He had never seen such a thing in the orphanage. Stance.He couldn't help but leaned back, pinched himself, smelled the aroma of the food, and constantly secreted saliva between his mouth, but he still restrained himself, secretly observing the face of the chestnut-haired youth.

"Yes, please rest assured to eat. The doctor said that you just fell into a coma because you were too tired, and there is nothing serious about it. But you must be starving if you haven't eaten three meals. I made a little food, and my craftsmanship is not good. , and please don’t be disgusted.”

"I will definitely not dislike it. I am very grateful to have food to eat!"

As soon as Kurikawa Soryu finished his words, the white-haired boy started to eat voraciously, obviously very hungry.

"Is your name Atsushi Nakajima?" When the boy smiled happily when he ate the last bite of the meatball contentedly, Kurikawa patted him on the back, so as not to let the boy die because he ate too fast. Choking, he spoke to the boy in a gentle tone.

"Yes, thank you very much for your meal, what should I call you?" After having a rare sumptuous dinner, Atsushi Nakajima remembered that his behavior just now seemed impolite. Not only did he not thank you, He didn't even have time to ask the name of the kind person in front of him.

"My name is Soryu Kurikawa, just call me Kurikawa, can I call you Atsu-kun?" Seeing the young man feeling a little guilty and embarrassed, Soryu Kurikawa couldn't help touching him with the technique he had practiced on Mr. Cat. He patted Atsushi Nakajima's head.Although the boy was extremely vigilant and wanted to dodge subconsciously, he managed to touch it with his rich experience, and the feel was as good as he imagined.

"No problem!" Atsushi Nakajima was at a loss for being touched on the head, but he immediately agreed when he heard Kurikawa's words.

After tidying up the tableware, Li Chuan was going to visit the dean in another ward. Seeing that the boy was drowsy again, he told him, "Dun Jun, take a good rest first. I'll go next door to see Mr. Dean."

"Is the dean here too?"

It can be seen that the dean of the orphanage probably left a deep shadow on this boy, but just mentioning that man, the voice of the white-haired boy trembled a little.

Knowing that the boy's supernatural abilities are aggressive and uncontrollable, Soryu Kurikawa understands the measures taken by Mr. Dean, but he cannot agree with them. It is reasonable for Atsushi Nakajima to have such a reaction, and he can only continue to appease the image. The child who frowned like a milk cat continued to comfort him: "Anyway, you should have a good rest first."

"Excuse me, may I ask if Mr. Li Chuan will come back?" The boy's voice sounded behind him, obviously mustering up the courage, coupled with the relationship just now, made this somewhat unconfident child say such words, his uneasiness It's almost leaking.

Hearing the sound, Soru Kurikawa returned to the boy's bed, and held out his little finger to the boy: "We made an agreement, I will be back soon, and I won't let you stay here alone, correspondingly, Atsu-kun Nor can you sneak away while I'm away."

"En!" The outstretched little finger was immediately hooked by the boy's finger. With such assurance from an adult, the white-haired boy seemed more at ease than before.

Senior Kitamoto was taking care of the dean, but Kurikawa didn't see his senior when he passed by, but the dean was already awake.

The man lying on the hospital bed looked at him with complicated eyes as soon as he stepped into the ward, as if he had something to say, and Soryu Kurikawa immediately understood what reason the senior was probably giving the dean Sent away.

"You saw it." The man said in a firm tone.The marks on his cheeks where he was scratched by the tiger's claws have been well bandaged. Due to blood loss, the white bandage and his complexion don't know which one is whiter, but the middle-aged man still insists on talking to him. talk.

"Is it the child's supernatural ability?" Kurikawa Soryu didn't hide it.

"Sure enough, I saw it," the man lamented like a deflated ball, his straight spine collapsed all of a sudden, "Please don't say it."

"I will not."

After Kurikawa agreed, peace returned to the ward.

After a long while, after deliberating for a while, he still questioned the dean's teaching methods.It stands to reason that he shouldn't be pointing fingers, but Atsushi Nakajima's general reaction to stress really doesn't look like he can grow up healthily in this way.

"What do you know, that kind of power is beyond the control of a child!" The man's angry rebuttal sounded immediately, seeing the headmaster's stubborn look, Li Chuan knew that he would never be able to change his mind for a while, But there are ways to ease it.

"I know about the situation in the orphanage. If possible, I would like to adopt that child."

The idea of ​​adopting Atsushi Nakajima was not a spur of the moment Kurikawa Soryu, this idea initially came into being when he took the boy to the hospital last night.

After thinking about it last night, he already has a relatively complete plan. Atsushi Nakajima has reached the age of 15, and the legal terms of adoption are very loose. He has already grown up and owns a bar in Ginza as a The source of income, in any case, is to adopt a child with ability.

"Are you going to adopt Dun because of his supernatural powers? I won't agree!" Speaking of this, the dean rejected him emotionally like a hen protecting its cubs.

"It's just because of a close eye. Even if I can't adopt Dunjun, I am willing to provide some financial assistance to the orphanage on a regular basis. Then, as a sponsor, I think I should have the right to interfere with the educational activities of the orphanage. ?” Directly saying that he wanted to adopt Atsushi Nakajima was regarded as a conspiracy, Kurikawa smiled bitterly in his heart, but luckily he was prepared to propose a compromise method.

"I have to think about it again." The economic crisis in the orphanage caught the head of the director as expected, and the man said these words reluctantly, but Kurikawa Soryu knew that this matter could probably be settled up.

"What are you talking about?" Just when the dean was about to say something, Bei Ben happened to come in with three lunch boxes from a convenience store, and looked curiously at the two confronting each other.

"It's nothing, I just want to express my gratitude to Kurikawa-kun for bringing me and Atsushi to the hospital." The man on the hospital bed turned his head, stopped talking about what happened just now, and took the lead to change the subject, "Thank you both for your help."

"Is that so?" The young college students of the oil painting department were obviously a little confused, but they didn't delve into it.

In the mafia building at the port, Osamu Dazai once again took advantage of Chiron's inattention and pushed all the reports to his guardian, and walked towards the practice site without incident.Even if he knew that Chiron was not as good as his partner Zhong Yuanzhong, he was easy to fool, but the little man was abroad, so he couldn't do anything.

In the empty field, only a thin figure was still standing. It looked like it was already crumbling, but it still kept its spine straight.

When Ryunosuke Akutagawa was thrown here by Osamu Dazai, he had been fighting with the members of the Port Mafia, and gradually he was about to lose his sense of time.

The sick and weak boy just stood there indifferently, his black coat seemed to be conscious, he turned into a ferocious beast and attacked everyone who approached, and there was already a defeated opponent lying on the ground under his feet.

Noticing the arrival of Osamu Dazai, those mafia members stopped attacking Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and turned to the direction of the black-haired boy respectfully. They could still stand and help their injured brothers to file out, leaving space for the The pair of young master and apprentice intimately closed the door.

As the youngest cadre of Port Mafia, no one has reason to underestimate Osamu Dazai.

Seeing the arrival of the person he regarded as a god, Akutagawa Ryunosuke also stopped using the supernatural power, his eyes lit up immediately, and a fanatical expression appeared on his thin, eyebrowless face.

The boy with black and white gradient hair straightened his chest, proudly showing off his achievements.But what he waited for was not the praise he imagined, but a heavy punch that he was caught off guard.

The protection formed by Rashomon was offset by the disqualification in the world, and it turned into the original soft coat, which did not play its due role. The punch hit him mercilessly in the abdomen, causing Akutagawa Ryunosuke to fly backwards in an instant After going out for several meters, he couldn't help coughing up blood, which seemed to have hurt his internal organs.

"Are you just relying on your own supernatural powers? Akutagawa, you really let me down." The black-haired boy's voice was indifferent, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt chills for no reason.

The pain and panting were suppressed deep in his throat, and he covered the injured area, but he was unwilling to make even the slightest weak sound in front of the person he longed for.

"Without supernatural powers, you are nothing. Speaking of which, your sister is much better than you." Osamu Dazai deliberately stimulated Ryunosuke Akutagawa in a contemptuous tone. Akutagawa, who was attacking with abilities, was eager to see the enraged boy.

Just as he imagined, the boy who fell on the ground quickly staggered up, with a grim expression on his face, even though he was coughing violently, he still loudly argued for himself: "I am, I am not that useless people!"

"Then prove it to me."

This light and fluffy words suddenly angered the eyebrowless boy.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke clenched his fists and sprinted in the direction of Osamu Dazai at the fastest speed. His anger made him lose his calm and reason, and he only wanted to gain his approval by defeating Osamu Dazai.

He was in poor health before, and only relied on his supernatural power Rashomon to win a place in Radium Bowl Street. Now he only knows these simple and straightforward offensive methods, and his tactics basically have nothing to do with him.

The punch that had already used the boy's greatest strength was easily caught by the young cadres of the port mafia. Ryunosuke Akutagawa was caught by Dazai's wrist without any defense, and Dazai used his wrist as a fulcrum to fall over his shoulder and restarted. Kicking the boy to the ground, Akutagawa Ryunosuke could only struggle in vain.

Osamu Dazai snorted boredly, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the subordinates he had just accepted attacked up again unwillingly.Although he was sick since he was a child, Ryunosuke Akutagawa still has the tenacity gained by a child in the slums in that world, but he still doesn't seem to understand what Dazai Osamu means, and he still repeats everything before.

This kind of boring behavior quickly lost its freshness to Osamu Dazai. Persistence was not a bad thing for them, but blind and unthinking persistence would only be an accelerator for boredom.

"enough."

He no longer wanted to play this kind of "game" with his uninitiated subordinates, which seemed to him like a child's play house, and impatiently kicked away Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had become out of order in attacking. When he was in a coma, he dropped this sentence coldly.

The iron gate of the underground practice field was slowly pushed open. The black-haired young cadre recognized the person coming from the sound of footsteps, but he didn't turn his head. He just looked at his almost dying subordinates expressionlessly. They are all almost slack, but they are persistently trying to attack based on instinct.

"Dazai." Someone called him from behind.

The young port mafia cadre suddenly showed a casual smile: "I'll leave it to you."