Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

As a result, while talking about eating, I ran into difficulties on where to go.

Osamu Dazai said let it go, and let it go, and he doesn't care about this kind of problem.There was a smile on his face that made people feel itchy (and his hands were itchy), and he stood against the outer wall of the coffee shop, showing two long straight legs.

With that look, it is obvious that you can eat whatever you want, wherever you go, and it doesn't matter whether you eat or not.

Gojo Satoru looked more and more unconvinced.

The boy bowed his head and tossed the map and flipped his mobile phone, and said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? Eel rice? Western food? French food? Chinese food?——What do you choose? Why don’t you just walk and see what suits your eyes!”

After he made a random decision, Dazai just shrugged.

This posture does not see the shadow of the gloomy ruler who was all over his body before, and he looks leisurely like a university student in Dongdong.

(...It's better to wear glasses)

Gojo Satoru stared at the teacher's face, thinking subconsciously.

(Tawny sunglasses seem to be good)

(Black frame non-prescription glasses are also fine)

Unknowingly, I realized the fun. If the crowd of onlookers were not annoying, Gojo Satoru would have wanted to spend most of the day in the mall.

(anyway)

(The obedient teacher——)

(It's so rare!!!!)

The white-haired kitten Mao Mao licked his lips, feeling somewhat aftertaste.

Once the superior who is suppressing him relaxes his vigilance, the young hunter can't help but show his claws.

— Waiting for an opportunity.

(...Well. I don't care about the glasses)

(I have never done it before feeding the teacher)

Unknowingly, a happy smile appeared on his face, Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, walked a little forward, and led the way for the teacher.

"Speaking of which, Sensei isn't very familiar with Tokyo, is he?"

Intentionally or not, the boy asked.

"No matter where it is, it's not my world."

Dazai answered very frankly. ——This is a problem that they all know each other well, but they avoid breaking the last layer of paper.

"Hmm. If I have to say it, I will know Yokohama better."

The man smiled inexplicably as he walked.

(?)

(Suddenly say that, why?)

(Teacher! Don't say useless words, and don't speak clearly——)

(It is always discovered after the problem is solved, the teacher has seen everything clearly as early as the first step)

(Hmph. What a nuisance~)

Gojo Satoru's expression remained unchanged, but he blinked and his smile deepened a little.

(—but, that’s exactly what it is)

(that's funny)

The boy answered, "Yokohama is not far from here? Anyway, it takes less than 10 minutes to get there by JR—teacher, let's go play next time!"

He tilted his head and counted the famous attractions in Yokohama: "I remember what, uh, Yokohama Landmark Building? Red Brick Warehouse, Minato Mirai..." In fact, Gojo Satoru, who has never been to Yokohama, just counted. I can't say it, but I barely remember a "Chinatown" in the end, anyway, it is a place with many restaurants.

Dazai laughed softly again.

"Yokohama Landmark Building, right?"

The man raised the corners of his mouth in a rare happy mood.

"Okay. Go-kun."

So kindly agreed.

(?!)

(Promised?? True or false?)

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't help but looked up at him again.

(Are you in such a good mood?)

(Damn it! - If I knew it earlier, I would have dealt with the old men earlier and went out to play early!)

With all sorts of rebellious thoughts swirling in his heart, the next Patriarch of the Gotiao family didn't show any expression on his face, he was still smiling in front of the teacher, and raised his hand to tug on Dazai's sleeve: "Here we are, teacher~!"

After choosing and choosing, I finally chose a high-end cuisine kiosk that should be reliable.

The so-called high-end cooking booths are supposed to only accept visitors by appointment.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, thought for a while, and used the power he had just obtained as a political client to secure a high-end private room for himself and his teacher.

"how is it going?"

The boy who "bullyed" for the first time did not feel complacent about enjoying the privilege at all, nor did he feel guilty about slaughtering a chicken with a butcher's knife. Instead, after finally sitting down, he propped his chin with his hands and dangled to beg for praise:

"Although it was a bit troublesome to forget to make an appointment, but it was finally done? Hehe, I'm pretty good, right?"

After getting the evaluation that "the so-called big men come and go, they can rest assured. Of course, it is a natural advantage for Wu Jun to enjoy the privilege", Gojo Satoru snorted again, and began to look at the menu.

"Well, appetizers and aperitifs... Can I drink~ Teacher? Eh?? Yes?! Awesome!!!"

The boy cheered immediately, and almost threw away the menu card to check the sake list.

The clerk who was kneeling and serving at the side couldn't help but want to remind her.

However, neither of the two people who were quite accustomed to being served by others took the clerk's words to heart.

...After making a fuss for a while, he barely remembered that he was still a long, long way away from the legal drinking age. Gojo Satoru looked at the clerk who was about to shed cold sweat, and then looked at the clerk who was smiling and said nothing. The teacher who sent it, struggled for a while, and then gave up unwillingly.

(so, let me just say)

He joined the mafia as early as a teenager, not to mention drinking, the crime of violating the law counts as long as he doesn't know how many times his head should be chopped off.With such a past and present, Osamu Dazai looked at the boy with gentle eyes for a moment.

(This kid, no matter how he speaks fiercely)

(I still live under the sun after all)

He took a sip of his tea, waved his hand, and let Wujo Wu order by himself.

The boy insisted on getting up and vowed to find out the taste that the teacher likes!

"What do you eat raw? Sweet shrimp? Salmon? Salmon? Sea urchin?"

"It's all right."

"What about boiled food? Just big roots?"

"Just order it."

"Where's the yakiniku? Jade melon? Mushroom? Uh, mackerel?"

"Poisonous mushrooms.—No. Pretend I didn't say so."

"Where's the main course? At least you have to choose the main course? Matsuba crab or horse mackerel? Hey——I don't want to eat Wagyu..."

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

"So, clear soup or miso soup? Rice or soba noodles?"

"..."

"I'll choose my own dessert after dinner? I want bean paste, matcha, and white jade balls!! It looks really good~ What should I order for the teacher? Hehe, let's have a Jing Guozi! If the teacher doesn't eat it, both will be mine ~~~!"

"Yeah. It's yours."

There is a long list of menus, and there are also long lists of prices.But neither of these two people paid much attention to it.

For Gojo Satoru, this is not yet the teacher's preference.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that Osamu Dazai really lacked interest in eating.

At most one or two bites of each dish, no matter what kind of food it is, the expression on the face is always sad.

After forcing himself to eat part of it, he poured himself a drink of the grapefruit wine specially provided by the cooking kiosk.

"..."

After Wujo Satoru wrote this down, he couldn't help staring at the drinking teacher.

"curious?"

Aware of this, the man waved his hand to make the waitress who was kneeling to pour the wine back away.

Dazai swung his wine glass, showing the orange liquid.

"The degree is not high. Want to drink?"

——An adult who ignores the law and lacks the awareness to take care of children is probably the leader of this kind of port mafia.

"No," Gojo Satoru refused with principle, "If you want to drink, I'll order it just now. ——But teacher, this is the first time I've seen you drink."

Dazai smiled lightly.

"Well. You can still drink as much as you want."

(However. When was the last time you drank?)

(A certain trading occasion that I hate even remembering)

(With those disgusting politicians, cabinet members, leaders of overseas smuggling...)

(I can't remember the taste of the wine at all)

(It's the smell of poison mixed in, which impresses me a little more)

(……… REAL DRINKING)

(not to mention)

He lowered his eyelashes again.

The smile floating gently on his face was as light as snow under the sun.

It melts in the sun.

Gojo Satoru watched from the side, and became annoyed again after watching.

He held up the spoon, stuffed the last mouthful of Baiyu Wan into his mouth, and waved it angrily in the air as if he was brandishing some kind of weapon.

"Teacher, it's really too much! Even though I'm right in front of your eyes, you're always thinking about other messed up people!"

The boy squinted his eyes as he spoke rather uncomfortably with the exclusive attributes of carnivorous cubs.

"Listen well, teacher?"

"I'll grow up soon too—"

"When the time comes, let's have a drink together."

"Absolutely, absolutely, you are not allowed to think about other people!"

"and!!"

Gojo Satoru patted the table hard to express his emphasis.

"You have to eat well, teacher!"

"........."

Dazai looked at the boy in front of him with an unspeakable expression.

(Is this still the only thing that the "elderly young master" should say?)

Finally, Osamu Dazai realized the change of Gojo Satoru in a strange way.

(Moreover)

(Eating or something...)

(I always feel that no matter which world, there are people who are unilaterally worrying about my body)

(…………what happened)

Osamu Dazai, who completely ignored the student's desire for monopoly, was thinking about the latter point subtly.

(don't have to do such pointless things)

(Anyway. Sooner or later——)

Just as Dazai was about to interrupt the student's thoughts with a cold voice, Gojo Satoru waved his hand and ordered another cup of warm ginger tea.

"If you have a bad appetite, drink less cold wine."

It was rare for the boy to show a little toughness in front of the teacher, so he reached out and took the bottle away.

Dazai: "?"

Dazai: "... Wu-kun. It seems that I listened to your opinion for a short time, and gave you some wrong perceptions?"

Gojo Gojo crossed his arms, thought for a while, and nodded quite firmly.

"It's late, teacher!"

It seemed that the words had been spoken not long ago, but this time, the boy didn't have a smile on his face, but was very serious.

"If you don't know how to take care of yourself, the teacher will leave you to me!!"

Dazai: "????? What are you talking about, Wu-kun."

Dazai: "I think you are too lazy."

Facing Dazai's blood-freezing cold expression, Gojo Satoru showed a fearless smile.