Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The wonderful combination of master and apprentice is making preparations before departure.

"The purpose of this trip, you understand."

A man who is a teacher, asking questions lazily.

"Hmm, hmm. In short, it is to deliberately expose the flaws and lure those big and small families and curse masters who are dissatisfied with the Gojo family recently to start doing it."

An eight-year-old boy who was a student said something that sounded scary with a look of joy.

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help but want to complain:

"Hmph~ I thought it was a two-person outing with the teacher! But I brought Shuangliu with me?!"

"...If you want to play, I won't stop you." Dazai was silent for a while. "Anyway, it's a living target for walking. It doesn't matter if it's purely for traveling."

"What did you say so nonchalantly, teacher?!"

Gojo Satoru snickered and complained, "Not so much that I'm worth more than [-] million on the black market, but you, teacher, are worth much more than me?"

That's right.

Ever since the Gojo family hired the "Dazai Osamu who has no magic power", whether it is the status in the magic world, the economic influence among ordinary people, or the posture of gradually controlling the political arena, they are rushing forward indomitably, as long as they are not A blind man must be able to guess who caused the great turmoil in the Wutiao family and the magic world.

Therefore, even if Osamu Dazai never took a step out of the Gojo family, the rewards offered for this person began to gradually add up.

The small families and curse masters who were annexed and occupied all the living space unknowingly can't wait to eat their flesh alive.

Therefore, even if Dazai Osamu's appearance, appearance, and physical signs are still completely unknown, the rewards offered by him on the black market have already rolled and swelled like snowballs.

The amount of rewards soaked in hatred and blood has soared to 50 billion yuan so far.

"——That's just a little bit."

For this shocking price, the person concerned just raised his eyes wearily and sneered. "Well. It's completely incomparable with the mafia's bounty. It seems that the vision of the magic world is really too narrow."

Such a rebellious speech, but the next Patriarch of the Wutiao family burst into laughter again, rolling on the tatami with laughter, yelling nonsense like "that's great, you are worthy of being a teacher".

"Anyway, just to confirm again: I will not interfere with your decision on this trip."

"therefore--"

Dazai said in a low voice.The smile on his lips carried some dark meanings:

"—In case you get hurt. I don't care, okay?"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru didn't realize what the so-called "injury" meant, so he just raised his hand confidently:

"rest assured!!"

The boy was full of interest, and his look of eagerness to try was not an exaggeration to say that he was a cub of a fierce beast that was eager to be hunted.

"I'll kill as many of those rubbish as they come. Don't worry, teacher!"

Dazai was unmoved, still looking at him with a cold gaze.

"However. If you delay the task because of unnecessary enjoyment, you know what punishment there will be."

Gojo Satoru's expression immediately changed.

"No, no, only 'that', absolutely not!"

The boy shook his head frantically, with a bitter expression on his face, as if he had swallowed a frog alive - if other members of the Wutiao family saw the young master's expression, they would definitely be shocked, and they would say "how is that possible" in an instant It's Master Wu's thoughts like "I'm probably crazy".

But Wujo Wuzheng resisted desperately and wholeheartedly:

"Absolutely not?! Teacher, no matter what you say, I will listen to you! So, that's the only thing you can't do? Have you made an appointment???"

Dazai gave him a cold look.

Gojo Satoru suddenly puffed up his face, full of anger.

After a while, the two finally packed up and were ready to go.

Not to mention the servants who might be hiding in the dark, both of them left empty-handed when they set off, not even carrying a luggage bag.

Gojo Satoru changed out of the traditional kimono in his family, and put on an off-white hooded sweater with sky blue stripes lining the long sleeves and hem.

Underneath she wore a pair of energetic cropped pants and dark blue sneakers.

The way his hands are in his pockets is really cool and cool.

When he looked up, Dazai was still wearing the standard mafia attire.

"..."

He was dressed in black from head to toe, except for the bright red scarf, and the bandages from neck to wrist and ankle were pale.

Wujo Wujo became upset:

"Teacher, why is it this kind of suit again?" He raised his hand to grab Dazai's sleeve.

"Those guys, all ready to come, ready to go, are all in black suits like this!—It's so boring."

The boy said, his eyes lit up:

"First stop! Let's go to Tokyo to buy clothes!!!"

After blurting out, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, "Anyway, that's the purpose of going out, and the enemies don't know you—how about changing your clothes, teacher?"

"…………"

Dazai was speechless. "That's not necessary, Wu-jun."

The boy grabbed his sleeve and rushed out of Wutiao's house.

"It's late! Teacher!"

He smiled and stuck out his tongue, his blue eyes lit up happily:

"You said everything and listen to me!!"

【Barrage:

"????? In my lifetime!!! I can actually see the leader changing the initial suit?!?!"

"Come on!! As expected of you - charge me 5t5!!"

"It's great ah I love you Wutiaomaomao!! You speak from my heart!!!!"

"Smart people don't speak dark words! I want to see the leader Zai in a white suit!!"

"Tuxedo!"

"Home improvement!"

"Sportswear!"

"Nutty apron!!!"

"You on the left are hhhhhh talking nonsense!!"

"No matter what you wear, take off that suit anyway!!"

"When I saw the red scarf, I committed ptsd! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Ah, Tokyo is here! It seems that Gojo's house is not that far away-I rely on this store?!"

"……Really expensive……"

"It's so expensive...but it's worthy of Gojo Satoru and the leader Zai! Seeing this calm attitude without blinking, how cool is it?!"

"Why can't I stop watching men go shopping?!"

"Here we come! Five cats and cats handpicked clothes for the teacher!!"

"Ah, I'm dead------!!!"]

The man who came out of the dressing room changed into a light-colored outfit.

Sand-colored double-breasted coat, light beige slacks, and dark brown leather shoes.

Dazai didn't even look at himself in the waiting mirror, but turned around and spread his hands to Gojo Satoru indifferently.

"how."

He said lazily, with a slightly uninspired nasal voice.

(This color)

(I will undoubtedly think of myself in another world...)

(The "book", that side)

but.Gojo Satoru picked this set of colors at a glance.

What to say?

(………………)

The familiar sting flashed past.He ignored the pain with a more skilled attitude.

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then slowly frowned.

"I do not like this color."

This sentence was a little hesitant at first, but the more I said it, the more certain I became.

The boy reached for another set. "Change it, teacher. This color doesn't suit you."

Dazai lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

Turned around and went to the locker room.

【Barrage:

"???Why?!"

"Why the hell?!!"

"Obviously it should be double the happiness—!"

"Why can I get knives everywhere?!"

"Whether it's my delusion!!! I want to watch the next set of Miracle Zazai!!!"

Wu Zhenzai: ...

Wu Jingzai: ... hey. 】

The next set is a burgundy shirt with a plaid striped suit.

Gojo Satoru patted the teacher's tie on tiptoe, and reluctantly nodded.

The third set is a white official coat, specially made into a navy blue lapel.

Even every seam of the clothes is ironed and straightened, which is expensive visible to the naked eye.

Obviously this pure white coat was enough to bring out Dazai's tall figure, but Gojo Satoru frowned dissatisfied.

"Hey," the boy said to the clerk curtly, "Isn't there anything less-formal? Not a suit?"

He folded his hands and looked critical.

"The teacher is only 22 years old! He always dresses like he's going to negotiate somewhere."

"Hey?!"

Unexpectedly, the clerk was taken aback, and repeated almost reflexively, "22 years old,...? But, this gentleman's aura is really..."

Gojo Satoru protested: "Teacher! Look! Everyone else says that? Don't be so sullen, why don't you just smile?"

The clerk followed the reputation.

Dazai couldn't help but smiled at her.

After suppressing the oppressive aura of the whole body, that handsome face made people dare to look directly at it.

The bandage covering the left eye reveals a little sickness, and the slightly drooping kite pupil, once shimmering with a smile, makes people blush and heart-warming.

There is no doubt that the face is pale, but when the slightly pink lips are raised, who can resist it?

"?!"

The clerk blushed for a moment.

"?!"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then incompetently furious:

"teacher!!!!!"

"What's wrong."

Dazai lazily replied, "You made me laugh."

Gojo Satoru puffed up his face again.

He turned around and stared at the clerk, "Don't look, that's my teacher?!—Go and get the clothes! Now you know what style to get?"

The clerk withdrew with his hot face covered.

After a while, I brought back a set of collocations that are easy to understand at a glance.

Dazai showed an indifferent attitude towards these dispensable things, allowing him to change whatever he wears.

It's just tired, and I can't lift my spirits just by looking at it.

Gojo Satoru actually experienced the joy of dressing up the teacher himself.But……

He turned his head and glanced, and "cut" unhappily.

Ever since Osamu Dazai restrained the aura of the superior, the powerful, and the dark world around him, it was as if some switch had been turned on, and people passing by kept stopping for this, and the result showed a trend of gathering more and more .

(If it goes on like this, it will be found by the cursed masters in less than a day)

(No! Finally come out to play?!)

(too much)

(too much teacher)

(no more--)

(laughs at them!!!)

(Are you conscious?!)

Gojo Satoru never admits that this is his own doing.

With a stinky face, he waited for the teacher to finish trying the last set, swiped his card and left.

Most of them were sent back to Wujo's house, and he picked out a few sets that were pleasing to the eye and sent them to the hotel.

Dazai wore a short dark green jacket with horn buttons, a white long-sleeved shirt inside, changed into a pair of jeans, and stepped on a pair of Martin boots, slowly following Gojo Satoru.

——He is wearing this outfit, with bandages all over his body, which is not at all obtrusive, and he looks a bit like a punk band, causing passers-by to turn back again and again along the way.

"Teacher~~~"

Gojo Satoru grabbed Dazai's sleeve, his face showing a tantrum.

"Let's go eat!" the boy said through gritted teeth.

"The kind for two people, one suite!"