Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The source of the bloody smell was a fresh wound on the side of Dazai Osamu's cheek.

It was not caused by the muzzle of the gun, and there was no smell of gunpowder in the air.

Perhaps it was caused when the enemy used weapons such as daggers as coercion.

Gojo Satoru stared at the blood dripping down from the man's face, staining the bandage, sliding across the corner of his lips, and staining that smile with an ominous blood.

Dazai was still smiling.

Light and pleasant.

expectant, malicious.

In that smile, there is something like an abyss, pulling people down, down, down.

In the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru suddenly understood.

(why?!)

(teacher!)

(why don't you hide?!!!)

"What, did it scare you?"

Dazai probably sensed Gojo Satoru's gaze, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and explained with a smile.

"Oh, oh, what a surprise. Although the weapon is so old-fashioned and uninspired, and the motive is so simple that people don't know what to say, but this is a long-lost welcome ceremony. Even if it is not the same world, You are also the first person who can raise the muzzle of a murderous gun to my head."

Dazai said it almost with a smile on his face.

"That's great. It's really good. This kind of room service, can I order another one next time?"

"teacher--!!"

Gojo Satoru suppressed his voice and shouted.

(too close!)

(Whether it is simply using no-lower-limit spells, or using the newly learned Cang)

(This bastard is too close to the teacher!)

(There is no way not to affect the teacher!!)

and--!

no doubt.

The man with the gun, he has no magic power!

Just an ordinary person! ! !

Gojo Satoru clenched his fists, his blue eyes darkened.

At the same time, Dazai tapped his temple with the knuckles of his index finger as if chatting with friends.

"I really can't help but want to praise you. You did a good job, and you aimed well." He continued with a smile, "It's very courageous to give up the dagger decisively. You are indeed a robber who makes a living by blackmailing rich people. As long as your finger Bend it a little bit, and I'm sure my brains will cover half the wall? Then I can get what I've always dreamed of. Ah, I really can't help but thank you..."

"Shut up! Teacher!!"

Gojo Satoru roared.

Dazai was still smiling dreamily.

"Come on. Even if you haven't reached the end, a short rest is good. Shoot. This distance is absolutely no problem. Why? Don't hesitate. Shoot, shoot, shoot——— !"

The finger gripping the trigger twitched convulsively.

"Dazai!!"

Gojo Satoru yelled, straightening his arms!

(hateful)

(too close!!)

(Surgical formula reversed Cang——!!)

"boom!!!"

A flame flashed across the room.

It was an unloaded bullet, which grazed Dazai's temple obliquely, and shot straight into the ceiling with a completely unreasonable trajectory.

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, gathered his magic power and rushed across half the room in one step, grabbed the robber's arm and turned it back hard!

Amidst the screams of the opponent, he punched the man on the back of the neck.

The robber twitched unconsciously, and lost consciousness in severe pain.

"........."

Dazai lowered his head.

The half-wet black hair brushed back was spread out and hung down in a mess.

Fresh blood seeped out slowly, staining the other half of his face.

“…………It’s a pity. It seems that it’s not time to die yet.”

From Dazai's mouth, came out a cold voice as if his emotions had dried up.

Gojo Satoru glared at Dazai.His chest rose and fell with deep breaths.In the depths of those blue eyes, something flickered on and off.

There lay some impulse there, unknown to others.It was some kind of explosive, rational impulse of some kind tied to a string.

(……What's this)

Gojo Satoru seemed to be split in two.

The abnormally sober half pondered.

(since birth)

(I've never felt this feeling before)

Dazai raised his eyes.

The smile on the pale face faded.He curled his index finger, simply wiped off the warm blood, and when he met the boy's eyes, he said to him in a flat voice:

"What's the matter, Wu Jun? You acted a little too aggressively just now. Look,"

The man casually pointed at the attacker.

"It's not easy to ask questions if you faint. Go wake him up."

(...)

(I see)

Gojo Satoru thought to himself, and licked the tip of his own teeth with his tongue, feeling a burst of sharp pain.

(This is)

(burns sanity threshold)

(angry)

The boy suddenly smiled.

"Teacher, it was on purpose. Right."

he said firmly.

Dazai didn't lie either.He was very calm, "Well. That's right. It was also said in the course I gave you before, why don't you take a closer look at it yourself?" He pointed at the attacker's clothes and said eloquently.

"Look at this man. Although there is no problem with his clothes from top to bottom, there is an inconspicuous dust on his trouser legs. How can such negligence occur in a hotel of this level? There is no doubt that either this set The clothes did not belong to him, or he took an unusual path after putting on the clothes. Where is this path? Back kitchen, emergency passage, behind the rooftop water tank? It’s all possible. Not to mention the marks on his hands. Habits It is impossible to have such marks on the hands of servants who serve others. Should it be said that the previous kidnappings were too smooth, or the killers of this era are too incompetent."

Dazai sneered bitterly.

"not to mention--"

"—neither the teacher nor I ordered room service. That's a bad excuse."

Gojo Satoru showed an overly bright smile.

"Teacher: You know that's not what I asked."

The two stared at each other silently for a moment.

"I, I told you so."

Dazai smiled.

"'This trip is up to you. I don't care if you get hurt'.—this sentence."

Gojo Satoru also gritted his teeth and smiled.

"So the teacher is going to hurt you on purpose?"

Dazai tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Intentional injury...isn't that counted?"

The man slightly curved his lips.

"I just didn't dodge—that's all."

"..."

"..."

"I'm so angry. Teacher. I've never felt such intense emotion since I was born."

Wujo said.His voice was calm, with a strange, laughing trill.

"You can feel my heart beating. Look, it's beating so fast—"

"Teacher." the boy asked.

"Why are you……"

"Want to die?"

Before Dazai could answer, Gojo Satoru talked to himself and laughed eagerly.

"But forget it. What the teacher thinks is what the teacher thinks. With me here, no one can kill the teacher."

"Including the teacher himself, it's the same."

"Death or something.—I won't allow it."

The boy smiled brightly, his eyes were cold.

Dazai stared at the evolved student in front of him, his expression unchanged.

"You can rest assured, Wu-jun."

The eager and expectant smile a moment ago has completely cooled down.The man spoke in a straightforward manner with a cold voice.

"I still have unfinished business. I won't die anyway."

The eyes of the two were glued for a while.Gojo Satoru lowered his head in compromise, turned around, and reached out to the unconscious assailant who was lying on the ground——

"Five enlightenments."

Dazai said coldly.

"what are you going to do?"

The boy answered naturally.

"—kill him."

"He is an ordinary person without magic power."

"I know."

"Kill him, you will offend the magic world, they have wanted you for a long time."

"I know."

"Without the blessing of the Wutiao family, you have six eyes and are still weak. Do you think you can grow up alive?"

"Elope with the teacher. I think this ending is very good."

"...No. I said I'm not interested in little boys anymore."

Osamu Dazai rubbed between his brows, his cold tone softened.

He took out a dagger from nowhere—the attacker's, raised his hand and threw it, but Wujo Wujo caught it without looking back.

"Don't lose your temper. Let the guy spit out the news, but don't kill him."

Dazai paused, then added.

"I still have something to ask him to bring to those behind him."

Gojo Satoru stood with his back facing him, his voice muffled.

"But it's not fair, sir."

"Why - you are standing in the mud, but you insist on pushing others to the shore."

Dazai was stunned for a moment.

For a second, he closed his eyes hard, as if he couldn't accept it, as if he was stung by the light.

Gojo Satoru turned his back to him and couldn't see.

Then go on.Speech speed is getting faster and faster.

"I can do it. It's not difficult to kill someone, play those tricks, blow up the warehouse, etc., and I'm strong." The boy said quickly, "Why - why - always reject me ?! You have to let me stand in the sun voluntarily, so—”

(If I don't leave you)

(Going further and further away?!?!)

"Five enlightenments."

A hand rested on top of his head.

He can't turn back.

"You are a good boy."

The man's tone has never been so gentle.

and light.Light without weight, like feathers melted from thin snow.

"I really hope that you never see the real darkness."

In front of him, stick out the muzzle of the pistol.

This is the assailant's gun.

immediately.Dazai fired.

Aim for the extremities and pull the trigger.

First left leg, right leg, then left hand, right hand.

Three shots were fired in the chest.

The last shot was aimed at the forehead.

In front of Gojo Satoru, the assailant was like a watermelon smashed from a height, twitching continuously, making a terrifying hissing sound from his throat.

Large swaths of blood were sprayed out.

Died tragically.

"——,…………"

The boy lost his language.

And Dazai squatted down without changing his expression, and took out the mobile phone from the pocket where the attacker survived.

After rummaging through the address book with almost no pause, and sending some messages quickly, Dazai found the angle, pressed both ends of the flip phone with both hands, and twisted it hard.

He threw the broken mobile phone wreckage on top of the human wreckage.

"Even without torture, there are more or less ways to achieve my goal."

The man said lightly.

"You can stand here and think about life and regret meeting me. Wu Jun."

"But my suggestion is—"

"Before the security and the police arrived,"

"Run away, brat."

After Dazai finished speaking coldly, he turned around and left without hesitation.