[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

When Itachi came to the office, almost all the teachers had already left.

The twilight shone through the school windows, lazily falling on Kunikida Doppo who was correcting his homework with his head lowered in a serious manner.

He pursed his lips and knocked on the door frame, just as the man put down his pen and looked over.

"It's just in time, wait for me." The blond man said, got up and tidied up the desktop a little bit, sorted the corrected homework, and then picked up his bag and walked towards Itachi.

The whole process took less than a minute, and Kunikida's expression was quite satisfied with it.

Itachi silently glanced at the math teacher with a straight back. The other party walked steadily. Even in a school that was almost empty except for the two of them, it gave people a sense of integrity like a beacon.

Kunikida Doppo, an ordinary teacher at Yokohama College, is a man who values ​​time and planning, and pursues ideals and beliefs.

As a matter of course, when the bewildered student asked for help, the man who was as straight as his body was obliged to adjust his glasses.

"Okay, let me help you." The man said, "After all, it is the duty of a teacher to solve students' difficulties in going to school."

So there was a scene where Itachi, who was supposed to go home after school, came to find Kunikida, who is an adult and teacher.

Before leaving, the teacher paused, and then raised his head to look at the students, "I need to go to another place before going to the agreed place, and I need to replenish my special notebook... Does Itachi-san have access control or something? "

Itachi thought for a while, then slowly shook his head to show that nothing happened.

The teacher on the opposite side exhaled imperceptibly.

To be honest, the Oda family has never had such a thing as access control.The biggest reason is that Oda Saku, who is the head of the family, doesn't know how late he will be back home. If such a thing is set up, the next day... no, it will be broken the next day.

And the Buddhist family is like the old father Odasaku, even if he proposed to go home very late in front of him, his reaction might just be to remind Itachi to pay attention to safety or something.

maybe have fun

Kunikida's book shop is in a remote place.

The storefront looks old, and the interior decoration is also low-key and elegant, and it seems that it has been carefully designed.Kunikida entered the door familiarly to finalize the style, asked Itachi to wait a few minutes, and walked out with a new bag in a few minutes.

He looked very satisfied.

Itachi didn't ask any more questions, and the two went around again, boarding a tram again.

"The place we're going to is a grocery store by the sea," said the student next to Kunikida when he was standing on the tram, "Today I just went to see the place, and I will help there every weekend in the future, Mr. Fu... ...Ah, it is the owner of the grocery store, who will pay you on time...Is this arrangement okay?"

Itachi nodded, before he could say anything, he was staggered by the sudden brake of the tram.

Kunikida, who was about to babble, squatted down to catch the little student, did not stand up after scanning around, and raised a finger to his lips in Itachi's gaze.

[Silence. ]

This man is talking like this.

Itachi leaned back a little, taking an unsteady posture, and almost at the moment when Kunikida offered to help him, a man in a black mask jumped out from the driver's seat.

The original Mr. Driver had already fallen beside the man, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead at the man's feet.But the tram was still running, and it appeared that the man's accomplice had taken over driving of the tram.

And the man didn't just stand there, he didn't say anything after jumping out, but just walked down crookedly.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

A young man with a strange tattoo on his arm asked loudly.The man didn't answer, but just jumped over from the front of the car that had a sense of a high ground with rather loose steps.

His footsteps are quite casual, just like walking on the road.People who don't know why give way to him, giving people a feeling of strolling in the garden.

Perhaps seeing this, the young man also relaxed his vigilance, and stared at the pair of pupils protruding from under the black hood with a kind of fearlessness like a newborn calf.

Then, unexpectedly, the man kicked it out.

This kick was the same as his gait, and it seemed to be such a random kick, as if he was stretching and kicking his legs casually after sleeping on the chair for a long time.

But the effect was far more than that. The face of the man who was kicked was distorted for an instant, and then the distortion and the man shifted together, and he was directly kicked to a place close to the middle-end car door.

The crowd who had been paying attention to this area all the time exclaimed, and soon died down under the men's sweeping eyes.

"We are not important people." The man spoke, his voice had a rough feeling, it sounded like it was scratching on some rough straw paper, which made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

But even if it was discomfort, no one in the car dared to interrupt the man's words.He glanced around, and when he saw that the panicked or unhappy people were all focused on him, he nodded in satisfaction, and continued slowly, "But I just want to invite everyone here to be a return guest."

"How is it? Is there any result?"

When Osamu Dazai took the towel from one of his subordinates, he heard someone asking.

He didn't answer the other party in a hurry, but lowered his head and wiped his hands clean with a white warm towel before raising his head and showing a hearty smile.

"Of course, don't you feel relieved when I do things, Miss Hongye?"

The woman known as "Sister Hongye" covered her lips and smiled lightly. She was wearing a crimson kimono, her long hair of the same color was pulled up, and there was a sense of gentleness and elegance in every frown and smile.

One of the cadres of the port mafia, Koye Ozaki, if she really thinks that this person is as gentle and harmless as she shows, she will lose even his ashes.

Dazai casually threw the stained towel aside, and the man in black sunglasses stepped forward to catch it, "It's a little mouse who escaped from the Kanto, thinking that there is no organization dedicated to dealing with them here, so they let go. "

He put on a sarcastic smile, "But I didn't expect that it was not an unowned wasteland, but a cave inhabited by wild beasts."

"So……?"

"No problem, I can handle this level alone," he said with a sigh, "and the recent disappearance of people and the drug trade that appeared below are probably related to this group of rats."

Koye Ozaki raised her eyebrows, and looked at the slender-boned boy in front of her.

Dazai rubbed his chin, "That said, there must be one or two illusion-type supernatural powers on the opposite side to achieve large-scale human reselling... Well, it's really unpleasant."

"In that case, then I'll wait for the good news from Dazai-kun." Seeing that he had an unhappy expression on his mouth, but he didn't seem to know what to do, Koye Ozaki also turned to smile, "Speaking of this incident, after this incident, Dazai-kun You also have the qualifications to be promoted to a cadre, so I congratulate you in advance."

"Where is it?" Dazai also frowned and looked harmless to the woman opposite, "after this, you have to rely more on Sister Hongye."

"We're just here to invite you all to be our guests." The man in the black hood walked forward in twos and threes, and walked up to the man who was kicked away by him, with a smile under the black hood and a kick Stepping on the chest of the man slumped against the door, "After this, I will have to rely on you guys a lot."

He said softly.

The car fell into a panicked silence for a while, except for the thin gasps of the women who covered their mouths and tried their best not to make a sound, it was the sound of men swallowing.In this silence, a sudden friction sound attracted the attention of the entire vehicle.

"Hey, you guys!" The man in the black hood turned around and looked fiercely at the big and small squatting behind him.

"Sorry, this kid seems to have sprained his ankle when he braked suddenly just now." The blond man was sweating profusely, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or did not dare to raise his head.

The author has something to say:

Weasel brother who was sprained: Poor, weak and helpless

——Although he can’t eat much, he has a younger brother who can eat a lot. )

Wei Nuo Nuo Kunikida: Secret Technique: Pretending to be a Pig and Eating a Tiger (Hey)

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