Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

later in the day.

Calmly, the man walking in the corridor of Wutiao's house was stopped by a child.

It should have stayed in the safe area until it was absolutely safe.

The only "six eyes" in the world who broke the balance of the magic world just by being born.

At this time, he was already worth hundreds of millions in the black market.

——The next head of the Wujo family, Wujo Wu.

He didn't stop the elders from announcing "Sensei Dazai Osamu", nor did he warn anyone else.

But he stopped here ahead of time, blocking Dazai's way back to his room.

Even when he raised his face to look at people, the boy looked full of arrogance.

It was a pair of beautiful glazed blue eyes, slightly glowing.

"Let me hear that on purpose, what do you want to do?"

Gojo Satoru said bluntly that he had no intention of adding honorifics in front of "teacher".

"Are you not afraid that I will tell those old men?"

Dazai lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly.

"I have learned a lot of other nonsense that I didn't learn, but I asked the truth. Brat."

In the face of "students" who may determine his life status and status, Dazai's attitude has not slowed down in the slightest.

- A teacher is not like a teacher.

——Students are not like students.

Since the first meeting, the two people who have maintained a tit-for-tat relationship have exactly such an attitude towards getting along.

As for the eight-year-old Gojo Satoru, he obviously didn't have the maturity of being an adult, showing his emotions and anger.

Being ridiculed so positively by the other party, it is simply impossible not to talk back.

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, and his face was full of provocation:

"Without any magic power, what can you teach me, 'teacher'?"

"..."

With the calm attitude of a mature adult, Dazai sighed slightly.

"It seems that you haven't figured it out yet. Did you understand it, Gojo-kun."

The line of sight descending from a high place has no warmth.

"However, it doesn't matter. The first lesson that is not a 'teacher' is free."

Dazai spoke softly, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

"———————————————!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly covered his ears.

It is always worn in the ears of boys with a playful mood and a novelty.

From the bug, sound waves aimed at the human body came.

It has been upgraded several times by the port mafia, and has the ability to hypnotize the human body and bring down the enemy in an instant.

But those who faced this head-on were Wujo Wu who underestimated the enemy, was careless, and couldn't maintain the unlimited spells all the time.

The eight-year-old boy staggered, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only stagger and fall forward.

——Only the man's black trousers were in sight.

"Listen up, Gojo-kun."

That hateful voice was still sounding slowly.

(Extremely slow.)

(Extremely disdainful.)

"Lesson one, called—"

"'Awe'."

That footsteps, gradually, gradually, went away.

Gojo Satoru tried his best, but barely raised his head and twitched his fingers.

(hateful)

(hateful)

(hateful--)

In the perverted vision, the man's oppressive and dangerous smile appeared like a hallucination.

If it was really an enemy, his head should have been chopped off by now.

(----But,)

The heart that was suppressed in the chest cavity like no interest, suddenly started, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

Crazy beating.

The dark murderous intent emanating from that man's body for an instant forced him to react a bit slower.

(Haha, hahaha, hahahahaha)

Six glazed blue eyes stared at the dissipated figure of the man.

The last trace of consciousness left reminded him that a servant was chasing him.

Nervous and frightened questioning voices rang back and forth in his ears, but Gojo Wu turned a deaf ear to all of them.

He just recalled the excitement from the heart, over and over again.

(Wonderful. Awesome. What fun.)

Think like this.Trembling.Trembling unconsciously.

A arrogant smile appeared inadvertently.

It was no longer possible for the boy to keep his expressionless, bored expression.

(I remember you——)

(Osamu Dazai)

Deep darkness struck.

This time, Gojo Satoru did not resist.

【Barrage:

"I, I knew..."

"I guessed it too, wow wow wow wow, Zai, why do you teach a dark Shura field every time you teach students??"

"Think about Dun Dun who tried to starve himself to death after the leader of the IF line Jae committed suicide..."

"Think about Jiejie next door who has been looking for a teacher like a day for a few years..."

"Zai Zai, think about it, woo woo woo woo woo"

"Look at 5t5's expression when he was just a child. Wow, it's so sudden that it made me shiver."

"Five Ways of Enlightenment in Childhood: Crazy, Criticized, Awakened, and Awakened."

"world masterpiece."

"This awakening is ten years early??? Shocked my whole family, what kind of gu-raising model is this..."]

However, Gojo Satoru, who woke up full of anticipation the next day, failed to wait for his new teacher.

The boy who sat lazily, fiddling with the hem of his kimono, frowned.

He stared at the servant kneeling in front of him with his head deeply buried, and said "Huh?!" in displeasure.

"Can you say that again."

Gojo Satoru ordered.

"...Yes. The head of the family told you to practice the no-lower limit technique to the level of proficiency first."

The servant who put on a sincere and fearful attitude uttered mechanical language.

"…………"

The boy thought patiently.

(……never mind)

(If you get caught again, it won’t be fun)

He hid his fingers in his long sleeves and twirled the little bug.

——Last night, he secretly hid this little toy and didn't let the elders take it away.

(Or else, if you have practiced the no-lower-limit spell, let Dazai be shocked)

Gojo Satoru nodded impatiently and told the servants to retreat.

Day three, day four...

The boy who always practiced the art with a lazy attitude because of his high self-esteem, is working hard these days in a fit of anger.

Six eyes, known as "genius", once again showed shocking talent.

At such a young age, not only was he able to skillfully use the Six Eyes, but he even began to try to master and simplify the no-lower-limit technique of palm prints.

As soon as this news came out, the elders of the Wutiao family were immediately shocked, and the news was firmly controlled within the Wutiao family.

Eighth day, ninth day...

"Tell me. What is it today."

The young master with a cold face and low spirits actually carried a terrifying aura.

Stared at by those six eyes, the servant almost lowered his forehead to the tatami.

Obviously Gojo Satoru would not be satisfied with this.

The still young face was covered with frost, waiting impatiently for a reply.

"Mr. Dazai said, I hope you will think carefully about it, young master..."

"Is this what Dazai said?"

Gojo Satoru interrupted displeasedly.

"........."

The servant's cold sweat was almost dripping down.

After struggling for a while, he whispered:

"Mr. Dazai said...'I hope Gojo-kun will use a brain that you don't usually need'...that's it."

"Ha, you are quite good at beautifying?!?!"

Gojo Satoru had blue veins popping up on his forehead, and was very angry, but for some reason, his first reaction was this:

"In the future. No matter what Dazai said, you must tell me the exact words, and you are not allowed to change it casually. Do you understand?"

I thought the young master would be furious, but I didn't expect to be angry, but the source of the anger was there.

The servant was taken aback, and he was stunned for a few seconds before quickly agreeing in a low voice: "...Yes."

(That's exactly what Dazai-san said)

As he backed out of the door, this sentence emerged from the bottom of the servant's heart.

(That, within a few days)

(The man who has won the trust of the upper class)

(In the end. What do you want to do...)

No. 11 days, No. 12 days...

Gojo Satoru kicked open the paper sliding door with a "bang"! ! !

Everyone in the room, except for a certain annoying guy, all looked over at the same time.

Spacious Japanese room.Flat and clean tatami mats.

A flower arrangement that exudes a peaceful atmosphere.

Hanging calligraphy inscriptions.

Respect the high-ranking executives who are sitting in kimono.

Do not know why.It was the man in the black suit, black windbreaker and scarf as red as blood who sat at the main seat.

The atmosphere with the head slightly lowered and the bandage covering the left eye——

It is incompatible with the Wutiao family.

(As if you should be sitting in some modern building straight into the clouds)

Gojo Wujo felt uncomfortable for no reason, and the first sentence of attack turned into raising his hand and pointing: "Why is he still dressed like this?"

The young master asked straightforwardly, "Can't the Gojo family change Dazai's body according to that set? Kimono is also fine!"

The management personnel fell into a slight commotion because of these words.

One of them bowed his head and saluted Gojo Satoru, and said with a wry smile: "Oh, master, according to that specification, you are a little bit hard on us... The handmade high-end products that are difficult to buy even if you have money are those kinds of clothes."

"Of course. If you don't pay attention to the specifications, there are naturally everything that you expect to find in similar styles of suits, and they have already been prepared. Let Mr. Dazai change them at will."

The other person blamed it slightly, "Don't be so rude to Mr. Dazai, Master Wu."

Gojo Satoru widened his eyes.

(Master Dazai?!)

The next second was a little more pleasant.

(That's funny...as expected of this guy.)

At this moment Dazai slightly raised his hand.

Just like a well-trained domestic dog.The managers sitting below fell into a respectful and silent silence, almost holding their breath, waiting for the next order.

"Then. Back off for now."

Dazai said softly.And the order was followed immediately and without protest.

"I have something to talk to Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Satoru watched these people coming out with interest, and even felt that they had never been so submissive from the bottom of their hearts in front of the elders.

"Okay. Gojo-kun."

The man who leaned back in the chair and folded his fingertips looked over with a tired gaze.

As if seeing something unpleasant unfolding, he frowned slightly.

"——By now, you should understand. The Gojo family does not intend to let me really become your 'teacher'. On the contrary, they are very wary of you approaching me."

Dazai told each other what they knew well.

"That's just a name for the outside world. To achieve the Gojo family's ambition is what they really want. ——Do your own thing. Don't chase me, Gojo-kun."

"If you want to ask why."

Before Gojo Satoru questioned, Dazai opened his mouth coldly.

That vision is still the same as that night.

Still so condescending, without the slightest temperature.

"The reason is—"

"Right now, you're too weak. Gojo Satoru."

Dazai chuckled grimly.

"You don't have the qualifications to step on the chessboard."

(hateful)

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth.

I don't know where the anger came from, almost burning my head——

(hateful)

(Damn, hate, hate)

(How dare you look down on me?!)

(Only you, you who rejected the "Wujo Wu"———)

(I don't allow it!!)

Under that impulse, Gojo Satoru blurted out:

"Impossible! I absolutely want you to be my teacher!!"

Osamu Dazai frowned as if he thought it was troublesome, and waved his hands like a dog to repel him, then asked back tiredly and tiredly:

"So, what do you want to learn from me who has no magic power? 'Student'?"

This sentence was questioned by Gojo Satoru on the day they first met.

It was returned in the original words.

The author has something to say:

(Overbearing President Theater)

Gojo Satoru you are!The only man who dared to reject me!I remember you!Osamu Dazai!

h seems to be fine

(Scum Girl Theater)? !

Chief Jae is not my fault.It's you~actively chasing~my back~

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