[Comprehensive] How to use superpowers if you don't learn well

Oda Sakunosuke is a mafia.Affiliated organization is the port mafia.

However, although he is a mafia, his life is not like that of a mafia.

Sorry, some tongue-twisting.But these are the evaluations of him by his colleagues who are also members of the Mafia within the organization.

Oda Sakunosuke is such a person.

Originally, in the impression of the world, it should be an exciting life full of bullet casings and gunpowder smoke, but he just lived it as bland as plain water.

Even among the five children he adopted, there is no lack of such a great dream of "one day I will sit on the throne of the port mafia cadre, and then I will be promoted to Oda Saku!"...

But as soon as this wish was blurted out, Oda Sakunosuke immediately rejected it.

"Can't you want to be a scientist, historian, explorer, etc.?" Oda Sakunosuke scratched his head, "The cadres of the mafia are very tired, and they are not as beautiful as they are in the movies."

He thought of the childish face of his friend Osamu Dazai, and the bandage that tightly wrapped half of his face.

"Odasaku is so handsome!"

"Where is he handsome?"

It’s probably a boy’s nature to be fascinated by cars and armaments. When Kosuke mentioned this, his sleepy eyes immediately brightened up. “It’s cool to have a gun hidden under your clothes!”

"..."

What kind of whimsical ideas are in the children's heads now... Oda Sakunosuke stared at his boss' sleeping face for a while, thinking that he should make some time to come out and spend time with them.

But even if he lives a life like plain boiled water, it doesn't mean that Oda Sakunosuke is free, free and has time to be a "good father".

Because rather than saying that Oda Sakunosuke is a mafia, it is better to say that he is more like an aunt of the neighborhood committee—never kills, has no intention of being born, focuses on adopting orphans, and takes care of a small area of ​​​​his own jurisdiction in every detail.

He usually gets up at seven and leaves the house by seven thirty.In order to prevent accidents, the adopted son and daughter were placed in the curry shop they frequented.Although life does not look like a mafia, but not afraid of ten thousand just in case.

He is at the bottom of the organizational pyramid. Arms trafficking, goods smuggling, human trafficking, these "big businesses" have nothing to do with him.The main job of Oda Sakunosuke is to wander around places where big shots have no energy to pay attention to, collect protection money, persuade fights, or deal with the chairman of an offline company being caught in the Shura field of his wife and a third party...

Today's Oda Sakunosuke is still fulfilling his obligations as the aunt of the neighborhood committee -- bah, the mafia.

Whose cat ran away from the tree and couldn't get up and down, whoever had a vicious dog at the door and couldn't drive it away, which little gangster lost his gun again, the store in the jurisdiction was smashed again... and so on. , and so on.

The hard-to-buy time passed in these trivial chores.

Oda Sakunosuke carried the bento he bought from the convenience store, walked to a place where there were few people, and finally stopped.

"After following you all morning, haven't you realized that I'm a small person?" He didn't look back, but the question was thrown behind him.

Immediately there was a rustling sound, and when Oda Sakunosuke turned his head, two children stood not far away, one big and one small, one tall and one short, one male and one female.

The stern-eyed boy who looked a little older scolded the girl beside him, "They said he found us a long time ago, and finally took you out when he was free. Do you still want to eat hot pot?"

"But Mr. Ranpo doesn't think he is very pleasing to the eye?"

"Why do I find a mafia pleasing to the eye?"

Oda Sakunosuke stood there quietly, his comments were still going on, he wanted to listen, and was also a little curious about how they knew he was a mafia.

Obviously, he is always called an outlier by people in the organization, a mafia that doesn't look like a mafia.

So the girl's tone was straight and plausible: "He just helped that old woman cross the road."

It's so far-fetched... Oda Sakunosuke looked at the boy, obviously the other party thought so too, but still raised his eyebrows and asked her: "Then?"

"Hawkes did that, too."

"so?"

"So, I think he's a good fit for the detective agency."

"I think your brains have been eaten by zombies." The boy slapped the top of the girl's head—it looks fluffy, and it should feel good—and dragged her on the way back and forth. Are you looking for a nanny?! This kind of thing is not something you can decide just because you think it is pleasing to the eye."

"What's wrong, don't you need this kind of good-hearted person who likes to meddle in other people's business... Don't pull your hat and strangle your neck!"

Good-natured... especially likes to meddle in other people's business...

After chewing the words in that paragraph, Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but sigh.He definitely didn't do these jobs because he likes them, it's just that the jobs and circumstances are so and cannot be changed.

But if he had to say it, he didn't hate helping the old lady cross the road...

It is rumored that there is a three-year generation gap.And Oda Sakunosuke thought that there was probably a gap between himself and these two children whose "talking to themselves" skills were full.

let's go.After dinner, he has to go to the warehouse at the port to help count the new "goods". If it is another time, he may have time to watch the comic performance of these two people.Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck, even though he no longer lived in the world as an "assassin", he still kept exercising.His body is healthy and strong, but he always feels inexplicably tired and weak.

Maybe he didn't do enough?Oda Sakunosuke thought.What is certain is that a person as empty and tasteless as himself will never be able to write a novel that makes people want to continue reading.

"Uncle." The girl's voice came, approaching Oda Sakunosuke together with the sound of trot's footsteps.

... I'm only 23 years old.The young man looked at that lovely face silently, and maybe he could squeeze out the sunshine when he smiled.But she didn't smile, her expression had as little ups and downs as her tone.

"If you are interested in job-hopping, please call this number." She took out a business card from the pocket of the cotton-padded jacket—yes, the cotton-padded jacket, which was put on in Yokohama in early November... How cold is it?

Oda Sakunosuke does not intend to change jobs, nor does he intend to accept his business card.He just didn't expect the girl to throw shreds of paper on people's heads like a prank, and threw the business card directly into the bag containing the bento.

Shouldn't it be something important that can represent oneself...

"Sen-no-!"

"I know, I know, why are you shouting so loudly?" The girl trotted back to the side of the boy, and the two left chattering away, as if the following in broad daylight just now was something insignificant.

However, is the surname "Senye"... so common?

Oda Sakunosuke took out the business card, looked at it carefully, and then fell silent.

There is no phone number on the business card, or even any contact information.

Only two vertical lines of typefaces like "Armed Detective Agency Fukuzawa Yukichi" are printed.

Turning over the business card, the back is also blank, but at least the fingertips brush over it, and you can feel the slight unevenness.Facing the light, Oda Sakunosuke saw the phone number marked out with fingernails on the business card full of "refusal to socialize" intentions.

There were no trash cans on the road, so he had to put his business card in his coat pocket.It was already cold at the entrance of the bento, and when we arrived at the warehouse at the port, there were people waiting by the side early.After asking, I found out that one of the top five cadres was coming today.

And the youngest in the history of the Port Mafia.

Ah...it's Dazai.Oda Sakunosuke nodded after listening, indicating that he understood.

Many people in the port mafia knew that he knew Osamu Dazai, and there were a few thick-skinned people who came to ask how they got in touch with the cadres.

At that time, he was silent and didn't know how to answer.Just thinking about it, it is said that people with similar personalities will be easily attracted to each other, so maybe they also understand the feeling of loneliness and confusion?

Naturally this answer was laughed at.Because it sounds too secondary, silly and nasty.

Whether Oda Sakunosuke is like this they don't know.However, Mr. Osamu Dazai, who took the seat of the "Five Major Cadres" at the age of eighteen, is a decisive person.A pair of brown eyes can always cut every inch of the heart open and expose it to the flames of the muzzle, so ruthless as a young boy.

——So, how can that kind of big man be a person who is "confined in confusion".Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, Odasaku.

Sometimes Oda Sakunosuke would think that this world is really unreasonable.

However, whether you want to live or die, you must face this unreasonable world and this group of unreasonable people before your goal is achieved.

But even so, Oda Sakunosuke still wants to receive a meager salary honestly in the years to come, raise his own children, at least for college, as long as they are willing.And in the past so many years, he can always slowly accumulate something, at least something that can be written into the novel.Then with these things, he can write a novel, a novel of his own.

A novel that even someone as empty and boring as he would be happy to read.

"This morning, I tried the wrist-cutting suicide method in a very retro way." Osamu Dazai sat in front of the bar of Lupin Bar, his face and the bandage wrapped around his left wrist echoed that his "experiment" was unsuccessful, "The result Finally, half of the tank was stained red, and I was still conscious, so someone called and asked me to go to the warehouse at the port to inspect the goods in the afternoon."

The boy waved his hand idly, saying that cutting his wrists is not good, and he wants to try fugu next time.

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes fell on the tabletop, there were many scratches on the polished ebony wood bar, quietly listening to Osamu Dazai's complaints.

If Ango Sakaguchi was here, he would say: Mr. Odasaku, you should complain about him here.

But Oda Sakunosuke didn't want to complain about Osamu Dazai's suicide.

His friend was indeed looking for a way to free himself.Wearing his handsome, smiling mask; hiding a child's face that is about to cry.

"Children" are really the most complicated people in the world...

Oda Sakunosuke thought of the five in his family, and thought of meeting one at noon today, and pondered for a while.

Later he heard Osamu Dazai commenting on another child, Ryunosuke Akutagawa.One of the little guys that Osamu Dazai picked up from the ghetto on the day he became a port mafia cadre.The ability [Rashomon] can turn the coat into a black beast that cuts off everything, even space.

While growing in strength, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has gradually become more and more sharp,

"Headache!" Osamu Dazai said, "Raising children is too difficult! Thanks to Odasaku, you can take care of five at once!"

"The five in my family are very good."

"It's not that Akutagawa-kun is misbehaving." Osamu Dazai swung his wine glass, "It's easy to make him obedient."

"How do you say that?"

"Too stubborn. The ability is so destructive, if you just want to be stronger..." The young man himself stared at the ice in the wine glass and shrugged, "He will destroy himself in a short time. "

"Actually, when you think about it this way, Akutagawa-kun is not as good as the kid Chuya cares about."

"The 'Forest Green'?"

"That's right—by the way, Odasaku, you still remember her name."

"Ah, I met a little girl who happened to be Morino on the way to the warehouse today."

Osamu Dazai suddenly sat up straight and approached Sakunosuke Oda, "What does it look like? Is it cute? The hair is platinum, long and beautiful?"

"more or less."

"Hey... shouldn't you be studying at school at this time?" Osamu Dazai held his right cheek, his tone suddenly became erratic as if he was drunk, "But it's good."

"What's good?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"Because Zhongya will be happy if he knows it?" The young man smiled like a sunflower, and after the voice-changing period, his voice became deeper and more intoxicating. "You just have to ask him."

The author has something to say: both Oda Saku and Dazai are too difficult to write, I hope I am not too OOC (lay flat

Morino Midori just saw Oda Saku pleasing to the eye and wanted to recruit him into the team as a nanny!Attracted by loneliness and confusion! (no

The prophet who predicted Oda Zuo in the previous comment can jump into gold water