Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

Oda didn't understand that this kind of experience of encountering gods without knowing it was more regrettable than never having such an opportunity.

It's like feeling like you're on a long-distance train looking forward to your destination, but suddenly you fall asleep and wake up to be told you've passed the station.

The lingering aftertaste of what I thought was a beautiful dream disappeared, and I couldn't even call it a sense of loss, only panic and bewilderment.

Did that really happen?

What Oda said about what I did to Dazai-san was just as incredible as the above.

The impact was so great that I accidentally lost my composure again.

Strange, I was so defenseless in front of Oda that I cried quite easily.

However, I made adjustments as soon as possible, and I had restrained my emotions while eating breakfast, which made Oda, who was in a hurry to comfort me, feel a little embarrassed.

After breakfast, I thanked Oda again for being a good family man of the Mafia, tidied myself up and slipped back to my work station in the headquarters office building.

After the field mission was over, the leader gave me three days off. However, since I didn't know how to face Mr. Dazai for the time being, it seemed that I had no other choice but to go to the boss for training.

"Mr. Zhongyuan."

My dedicated boss is in the office.Today's work should be very leisurely, because Nakahara Chuya is playing with his hat while reading documents.

"You're back, Takeshita?"

"Yes, I came back the day before yesterday."

"I heard that as soon as I came back, I went to catch the guy who committed suicide with the rescue team? This time he jumped off a cliff by racing?"

"……Yes."

The news of Mr. Dazai's suicide is still spreading very fast and popular within the Hong Kong gangsters. Even people like Zhongyuan who don't want to inquire about Mr. Dazai know about it.

"Didn't you embarrass me during the mission?"

Zhongyuan didn't directly ask about the content of the task, but he still expressed concern about the quality of my work.

"Should not."

I am quite confident in this, the leader has vowed to praise me in front of Mr. Dazai.

Zhong Yuan smiled: "You kid is still proud."

Zhong Yuan: "I happen to be free today, let's practice our hands. I haven't seen you in half a month. It's okay if my reaction has deteriorated."

Zhong Yuan didn't even take off his coat, but the moment he stood up, I was scared - I couldn't even beat his small stones, and I fought him directly. The difficulty suddenly rose to the level of hell, and I was afraid that I couldn't bear it.

"What are you afraid of? I don't use gravity. Pure body art allows you to use [-] seconds of nothingness. Come on, Takeshita!"

No, no, no matter how passionate your tone is, it still can't arouse my fighting spirit!

Mr. Zhongyuan, wake up, exclude the hospitalization and mission time, I have only received twenty days of training under your hands!

The Central Plains that has decided doesn't care about me, just get started.

I had no choice but to fight reluctantly, but naturally I was beaten to the ground.Zhongyuan has strong supernatural powers and rich combat experience. Even if he is only 16 years old, his physical skills are one of the best in the port mafia.

When he attacked me, in most cases, I didn't even have time to open the nothingness, and I was kicked by his legs until my head was full of who am I, where am I, and what am I doing.

Yes, he didn't even use his hands, one was in his trouser pocket and the other was playing tricks on the hat he had brought.

This scene looks very disrespectful to the opponent.

——Although he is not facing an opponent who needs respect.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Yuan looked at me lying on the corpse: "...No way, this level. I have already collected [-]% of my strength."

Me: "...cough."

I'm sorry, lying down too fast has annoyed my boss.

"Physical fitness is still poor, and before going to work, I will run ten laps around the office in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang." Zhong Yuan made a new decision.

Hong Kong and black offices, if I remember correctly, there are 28 in Yokohama.

After running ten laps, I guess I can get off work.Is this training me to be a marathon runner?

"Yes." I pretended to be ignorant and fearless and expressed my determination, "I will work hard."

Think optimistically, running laps early in the morning, maybe you can meet Mr. Dazai who clocks in or is late for work?

The days passed like this.

I paid as much attention to him as Dazai-san allowed.

For example, when "Double Hei" goes out on a mission, I must follow me with a shameless face; the underground tavern Lupin has become a place where I check in almost every day; The squad leader of the team kept in fairly frequent contact.

Occasionally I gave Mr. Dazai some fresh fruit and bandage medicine bought from the hospital, and he would not refuse.

That's it.

Mafia membership is fluid, not static.I got a deep understanding of this point in the Dragon Head War not long after.

Yokohama is a city full of filth, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.Since the death of a rich man with supernatural powers in Yokohama one day, his huge property of up to 5000 billion yen has aroused competition among the underworld in the Kanto area.

In fact, there is nothing involved, because basically all underworld organizations are fighting.

Those were the 88 days with the heaviest casualties among members of the underworld, which later became known as the Dragon Head War.

Because the scale was too large and too chaotic, the leader did not use my special ability, but classified me as an ordinary subordinate in the Central Plains to perform tasks.

During that time, the workload of the port mafia was horrific. Even if Nakahara and Dazai were high-ranking quasi-cadres, they might not be able to receive any tasks.

For example, I have received the task of escorting the wounded, and I have also received the task of covering and robbing money in the melee in the past. Mr. Dazai served as the front-line commander, and also received the task of dealing with the funeral of the dead members with Oda.

During the Dragon Head War, gunshots rang out every night in Yokohama, and human blood was mixed in every sewer.Sometimes it also affects ordinary residents.

And large-scale shootouts generally take place in unmanned waste dumps.

Because of its remote location and huge scale, even the military and police cannot stop it—it is said that they don't even have enough manpower to investigate the battle scene.

After a large melee, my mission ended when three magazines were emptied and the groups retreated.But I still want to follow Mr. Dazai, so there is no "off work".

I was allowed to follow Dazai usually on the condition that it wasn't just the two of us present.

In other words, Dazai is now acting with Oda Sakunosuke.

In the dark night, with flashlights on, they walked in the smell of sludge, waste oil, rust, blood and corpses.

I followed behind them.

"It stinks so much that I want to cut off my nose right away." Dazai said with extreme disgust, then turned and looked at me who was following me, "Takeshita, you have to follow me like this... really..."

I looked at him silently.

"Oh." Dazai said bitterly, "It's not your task, you have to come here and suffer this....I hope my sense of smell can be out of order overnight."

It does stink.

But I would like to follow him.

I was not born for enjoyment, so the more I can overlap with what Mr. Dazai saw and heard, the better.

But he obviously didn't want to listen to my heart on this occasion, so I kept silent.

Oda is used to me being their ghost in various places, working calmly and numbly amidst the stench, taking photos of the remains of port mafia members, and recycling their belongings.

"You seem familiar, little brother." Dazai said suddenly during the process of rummaging through and identifying the corpse.

"You know him?" Oda asked.

"Takeshita, come here." Dazai called me again, "Do you know him?" The flashlight hit the dead man's face.

I don't know many people in the port mafia.

Unfortunately, this corpse was one of them.He is very young, in his 20s.

"His eyes also seemed to be blue when he was alive." Dazai said flatly.

Dazai was right.

The deceased was the captain of the Mobile Rescue Team. He and I brought Mr. Dazai back from the brink of death several times, so Mr. Dazai had an impression of him.

Looking at his dead body, I suddenly recalled several interactions with him.

The team leader said to me: "I have two younger brothers, one sixteen and one fourteen. They are exactly the age of Mr. Dazai and you, so sometimes I take care of you as my younger brothers without knowing it. Hahahaha. I have offended the two adults, if you mind, I apologize in advance."

I said no.I asked if your brother likes to drink milk?Do you want me to send some boxes?In return for the [-]% off hospital medicine and treatment bought with your help.

The team leader said that they always pretend to be adults and don't like to drink milk.Of course, if you sent it, I will pour the milk you sent me according to their heads!

His tone is always humorous with seriousness.Because of this, he doesn't bore me every time he babbles at me.

Memory playback ends here.

The squad leader's death was very ordinary. He died of excessive blood loss after being hit by a stray bullet in the abdomen.

"I know him," I replied.

And he died.

I didn't know his brother, and any thought of delivering the milk was completely extinguished at this moment.

"Then I'll give you his belongings~"

Dazai found a reason to dump the things to me, and finally, like them, I was also infected with this bad smell from zero distance.

"Are you crying?" Dazai's flashlight shone on the ground in front of me, observing my face through the reflected light.

In the eyes of Mr. Dazai, do I really love to cry?

I said, "I won't cry, I'm just a little sad."

Me: "When people are born, they should be separated every time."

Holding the relics of the squad leader, I said to Dazai, "If you need help from me, feel free to ask."

"You're so heartless, Takeshita."

Mr. Dazai's bright tone made it difficult for me to tell whether it was a compliment or a derogatory comment.

"He should be the person who talks to you the most in the entire Mafia."

Yes, the team leader is kind, has strong leadership and communication skills, and has good first aid skills.Under his command, the operations of the rescue force are orderly, and the wounded of the Mafia can be dealt with in an orderly manner.

Although holding a gun, there is no chance of shooting - after all, not many people dare to come to the mafia hospital to make trouble.

I don't know how to respond to Mr. Dazai's words.

Is Aki Takeshita a heartless person?

... I don't know.

Most of my emotions are placed on Mr. Dazai. I don’t think it’s enough to share my emotions with others.

Fortunately, Mr. Dazai is not the kind of person who will get to the bottom of the conversation.

He said "It's heartless, Takeshita" and passed away lightly like this, scattered in the night where the oily smell was everywhere.Then we walked forward under the reminder of Oda Sakunosuke "It's time to continue".