Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"Ah, I'm so sorry——did you think I would say that?!?!"

Chuya gritted his teeth, his blue eyes burning with anger.

"What the hell did you write, bastard?"

"Is it so happy to make fun of my height???"

"How dare you insult Chief Sen - I can't spare you!!"

"...So, Sakaguchi-kun doesn't care anyway, does it?"

After waiting for two seconds, the leader Dazai laughed in a slightly speechless voice.

Zhong also snorted coldly.

"Of course. What does the professor's glasses of the Supernatural Secret Service Division have to do with my port mafia?!"

【Barrage:

"It's miserable, Ango, it's too miserable."

"The world is not worth it, it is better to fall."

"Chuuya's ability to focus is really subtle."

"The point is not the sex but the height! Wonderful!!"

"But I was tortured to death by the unfamiliar title of leader Zai..."

"If a person is killed, he will die..."

"'In another world, we are friends'..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

A VIP fluorescent yellow barrage, with a series of ellipsis, flew over at low altitude. 】

The anger still couldn't go away, and Chuya was about to continue cursing, when the short knife beside him who was not asked to retreat suddenly came over and called out eagerly:

"Phase [-] brother!!!"

(……ah?)

(Who, oh, remember, that Toshiro's brother.)

Being abruptly interrupted, Chuya endured his violent temper.

He glanced at the little short knife whose brother had suddenly reunited and was already tearing up in surprise, pressed the bridge of his nose, and raised his hand to wave the light screen upwards.

The originally shrunk screen was enlarged to half the size of the desktop.

(never mind.)

(A few minutes should be nothing.)

(……Should be nothing, right?)

(It's not talking about confidential tasks, and it's not delaying time or anything. It won't interfere with the bastard's layout.)

(No no no. I really don't have to think about what mackerel is thinking!!!)

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head violently from the bottom of his heart, throwing out of his head the endless tricks that his former partner used to plot people's hearts.

He raised his eyes and looked at the first phase of Yizheng on the opposite side.

It is indeed the appearance described by the short knives.

Short aqua-blue hair, golden pupils, good looks, gorgeous clothes.It looks quite gentle on the outside.

However, upon hearing his younger brother's anxious and surprised call, Tachi still lowered his head slightly, standing obediently behind Dazai Osamu, without any impulsive behavior of making his own decisions.

The contrast with Ranto Shiro, who came over to look at the interrogator's communicator without permission, was stark.

【Barrage:

"??? What have you experienced in the first phase?"

"Have you been trained by the leader Zai?? No, I've watched it without blinking. There is no such episode!"

"You weren't like this before, Yiqini?!"]

Zhong couldn't help being a little silent.

He really couldn't help but recall the past years.

The dark office with the opaque curtains drawn tight, the boy in bandages like a frozen abyss.

Standing behind him was a silent, fierce-eyed, non-barking rabid dog.

Also, the port mafia subordinates who walked into this room tremblingly, sweating coldly.

Even at this moment, Ranto Shiro couldn't help but flinch.

As if he felt that he had done something wrong, he bit his lip and looked at Chuya Nakahara.

"...Don't scare people casually, you bastard."

Finally, Chuuya couldn't help but say that.

The cold and hard voice slowed down a bit, just like the 15-year-old boys in the past.

Dazai stared at Nakaya.I don't know if it's some kind of illusion, but Chuya actually felt that there was some helplessness emerging from those eyes.

(? True or false? Helpless? Is that bastard Dazai??)

Dazai didn't answer this sentence, he just did the same thing as Chuya and enlarged the light screen.

Turning his head to the side, he exhorted coldly:

"5 minutes."

Only then did Yizhen raise his eyes and smile gently at his beloved younger brother, but he couldn't help pleading to Osamu Dazai in a low voice:

"You might as well eat a little more, how about?"

Central Plains Chuya:?

Just like that, when a bunch of little knives gathered here to chirp, caring about Brother Yiqi, reporting on their own growth, and telling each other that they were safe, Nakahara Chuya watched the young Taidao on the opposite side gently comforting his younger brothers, while still Don't forget to give the bastard Dazai cloth vegetables and try to feed him.

Central Plains Chuya:? ?

He just watched Osamu Dazai slowly eating Tangyang chicken nuggets bite by bite, the side dishes didn't move, and the miso soup only moistened his lower lip.

Then, the reliable aqua-blue haired Taidao just now showed a very pitiful expression.

"Aren't you really going to take another bite? Today's dish also has fish roe in it?"

In the first phase, he pleaded softly.

But Osamu Dazai rejected him with a resolute, categorical, cold and ruthless attitude that left no trace of imagination:

"Don't eat. Get out. Time is up."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

Although he didn't understand it very well, he had goose bumps all over his body! ! !

What kind of weird atmosphere is that? !

Is it really okay? ?No wonder he just felt that the bastard Dazai was about to look unlovable——

Even if the brain nerves haven't hit the line yet, Chuya Nakahara, an intuition player, has already come up with a nearly correct answer! !

After a nest of small daggers reluctantly and full of worries withdrew step by step, while the other side Yiqi Yizhen also (in another sense) reluctantly left, Nakahara made a gesture with a nervous face.

That, is a code word belonging to the port mafia.

Generally used in combat, its meaning is——

"...I'm not in danger," the leader Dazai almost sighed from the depths of his chest, "but, what should I say...?"

"From another point of view, it may be more dangerous..."

"Ahhh. It's really scary. Why do you have such a twisted feeling..."

The man in black sighed one after another, covered his face with both hands, and buried his head deeply.

From Nakaya's side, the low, intermittent voice almost seemed to be whimpering.

(?!?! No way? How is it possible??)

(It's that Dazai!!!)

(It's impossible to cry!!!)

Nakahara Chuya almost jumped up from his chair, so startled that he forgot all about getting angry, he asked in succession, "Hey Dazai? Dazai?! Are you okay?? What's the matter?!?"

(--damn it!!)

(If anyone dares to offend the dignity of the port mafia—!)

"----call."

Under this degree of restlessness, Osamu Dazai finally raised his head and let out a breath slowly.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked to find that the end of the eyes of the man opposite was really red, which was particularly obvious in contrast with the pale skin.

"Who? I'll kill them."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned cold, murderous, and said every word.

"Forget it. After all, it's the trouble of being too popular."

Osamu Dazai said like a gossamer.

"I probably don't understand."

Chuya: "..."

【Barrage:

"Calm down!! Calm down chuuya!!!"

"I'm not kidding you!! This time it's really true!!"

"That's right, that's really a popular trouble!!"]

The entire Honmaru vibrated for a few seconds, and spent a lot of time comforting the panicked swordsmen, and then took a longer time to resist the urge to smash the mackerel's mouth and face with a punch.

When Chuya Nakahara was finally able to sit down peacefully, he exchanged information with Osamu Dazai face to face.

Half an hour passed.

Fortunately, this Osamu Dazai has abandoned unnecessary bad tastes, and is basically an excellent leader who puts efficiency first and is dedicated to solving problems.

(Then what was that just now? Are you using me to brighten your mood?!)

(Forget it!)

Chuya gritted his teeth, but basically told his own experience and the news he got from Honmaru.

Osamu Dazai pondered for a while, rubbing his lips with the knuckles of his index finger.

"Hmm. It's no different from what I thought."

he said thoughtfully.

"Then, show me your Honmaru projection."

Before Chuya Nakahara could reply, "Why did you order me?!", Dazai stepped forward and said:

"As a deal, I'll show it to you too. Is it okay?"

"Tch. . . . it's really annoying."

"But forget it."

Zhong also clicked his tongue and manipulated the light screen.

A large area of ​​desert, a few fields.

Newly built waterwheels and canals.Honmaru standing in the desert.

Prismatic crystal in the center of the courtyard.The castle tower within the protection circle.

The moving (short) swords are doing their daily lessons in the main maru.

Then, Zhong Yuanzhong also ushered in an indescribably complicated look.

"...Zhongye."

Osamu Dazai said to him almost sympathetically and gently:

"This honmaru is not specially prepared for you, is it?"

Central Plains Chuya: "."

Nakahara Chuya: "—Bastard!!! Don't make fun of my height!!!!"

【Barrage:

"...I really understand, Chuya..."

"I haven't said anything yet, I just thought of it..."

"Probably I have also guessed so..."

"Yun sad hhhh"

"Sorry but I laughed hahaha"]

After Dazai projected the projection of his own Honmaru alternately, Chuya glared at him coldly:

"and then?"

On this point, Zhong is also quite sure.

"You don't want to spend your whole life in that pill of yours, do you?——so?"

Dazai lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

"You can't always rely on me like this, Chuya."

"What nonsense. As the leader of the port mafia, can you still leave your subordinates and commit suicide by yourself like before?!"

Chuuya folded his arms and snorted.

Dazai said nothing.

He just showed a shallow smile and exchanged other information.

[Barrage, corpses litter the field.

"I never thought that today is the day of my death."

"Knife, Zi, Jing, Zai, Me, Chest, Mouth."

"As expected of an IF line..."

"Please put away today's knife..."

"I died again...why can a person die twice..."

"Chuu chuuya, Dazai really left you behind and committed suicide alone!"

"I can't hear, I can't hear, I can't hear, don't say it, ah ah ah"]

"In short. Prismatic crystals have been used, right?"

"Yeah. He said he wanted to become a god judge, that's it."

"There are no repeated swords on the sword tents on both sides."

"—Eh? Ah, that's right."

After several rounds of similar conversations, Dazai nodded and said, "It's almost time to fight the final boss."

Zhong also showed a ferocious smile and snapped his fingers.

"Ah. I can't wait."

"Then, three days later, the Government of Time will summon all the god judges. Remember to be there then."

Dazai said quietly.

"Huh? Are you sure?" Zhong also frowned, "I haven't received any news?"

Dazai looked at him and wrote lightly.

"That is something that was decided after I contacted you just now."

"—But Chuya does know, right?"

The pale man said softly.

Behind that light and fluffy language are buried the lives of countless enemies, the bottomless sea of ​​blood, and the terrifying power of the port mafia.

"Regarding—every decision I make,"

"There's no way it could go wrong. This."