Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Finger on the trigger.

Know the weight by heart.

Directing the gun like breathing.

That's not an extra weapon.is part of the arm.

(call……,…………)

The brain is running fast, and the variables to be calculated flash before the eyes like a data stream.

Under the high concentration, there is no time to complain that "this is not what the leader should do".

Aim at different positions!

Shoot continuously!

"boom,"

(wind direction)

"boom,"

(position)

"boom,"

(angle)

"boom,"

(Prediction)

The bullets ran out.

—— Dazai smiled and lowered his arms.

This is a second of intense concentration.

It's like slow motion.A second like time stopped running.

The Curse Master was looking over with a vicious gaze.

The gust of wind blowing towards his face must be the curse spirit.

Someone shattered a window and rushed here—

next second!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang———————!"

That is, four ricochets.

On the walls, on the pillars, on the ceiling, on the stage.

With a strange trajectory, it shot through the curser's head.

next second!

The stench of the wind has rushed to the face.

"teacher----!!!"

Someone was furious and shouted.

next second!

"Spell Forward Turning Cang——!!!!!!"

What sounded at the same time as the roar was a huge explosion that could sting the eyelids.

Wiping the tip of his nose and passing by, the entire building blasted out an extremely large hole.

The next second—

The curser maintained a desperate and resentful expression, and fell to the ground, dying with regret.

next second————

The invisible curse spirit was shattered by one blow, presumably not even dust was left behind.

—he is safe.

——again.survived.

With a smile on his face, Dazai turned to the shattered window with slightly outstretched arms, embracing something, or welcoming something.

"Wu Jun. That's great, you're not late."

Dazai praised nonchalantly.

"Oh, oh, it's really exciting. Even I can't help but complain, it's quite difficult for me, huh? This is a super-level performance. Let's not mention the amount of calculations in an instant, so many shots fired in succession, don't look at me like this now , In fact, it hurts so much that I can’t even lift my arm.”

Dazai complained calmly.

"It's a great achievement for me. It's not even difficult to get the right to navigate the offshore waters. It's been a long, long time, and I haven't been to the front line of the battle in person? No, no, no, even a long time ago, I never achieved this Weiye. In short, next time he will belittle me as a third-rate fighter, I will laugh at him—"

Dazai's eloquent words stopped.

He maintained the understated smile on his face and turned to his students.

"Wu Jun."

Dazai called him softly.

"...,...,,! -----!!!"

The boy who stood still in the explosive posture suddenly took a breath!

Those six eyes had been staring wide open for so long that they felt dry.

He couldn't help blinking hard.

In the still young chest cavity, the oxygen is thin.

He took two quick breaths of air and coughed awkwardly.

The spell power erupted too much in a short period of time, and as soon as he landed, his legs suddenly felt weak.

Unable to stand still, he couldn't help but staggered a few steps.

--but.Gojo Satoru was still staring at his teacher.

Even in embarrassment,

even in pain,

Even from the exhausted body of spells, there was a tiredness that made his vision go black.

"Wu Jun."

For the second time, Dazai called him softly.

For the first time, the slightly opened arms stretched out to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate.

He swayed every step, gritted his teeth, and rushed into that embrace! !

His fingers were so soft that he had no strength, so he used his nails to grab them hard.

Don't dare to confirm it with your eyes alone, but remember it with your body temperature.

"………………teacher."

From Dazai's arms came a muffled voice.

Gojo Satoru, since his birth, has never shown weakness like this.

But today, he made an exception.

"teacher."

"Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher."

This is the call of a young child.

Dazai didn't refuse.

Although he was not warm enough to hug this hug back, he let this weakness go.

In this room where there was no longer any living thing, and in this room where the cool breeze came through the broken hole, a new feeling was born.

"Wu Jun. Remember."

Dazai said softly.

"This is the second lesson—"

"Its name is: 'Fear'."

"..."

Responding to this sentence was the boy's hands gripping tighter and tighter.

As if exerting the last bit of strength, Dazai's hands were tightened, even he felt a little pain.

"—I don't like, this lesson. I don't like this feeling either."

Gojo Satoru looked up from his arms.

Those glazed blue eyes, after a moment of shaking, quickly settled into a deep sea blue.

The domineering predator by nature refused.

"Teacher, don't scare me anymore. Seriously? Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, don't scare me again."

Gojo Gojo said coldly.

"I, absolutely, will never give teacher—such a chance again."

Killing the curse spirit with his own hands and interrogating the curse master seems to have opened some mechanism in the boy.

however.

Dazai still watched all this with a smile on his face, unmoved.

"...too much. Teacher."

After a moment of stalemate, Gojo Satoru buried his head back in that embrace that was actually not generous.

He kept pushing back and forth, changed his tone, and acted coquettishly as if nothing had happened:

"Teacher, I'm scared! My spell power is all used up, I'm so tired, I can't walk, teacher will carry me~~~"

Dazai also acted nonchalantly, grabbed the boy's soft white hair, and pulled it out of his arms.

"That's impossible. Wu Jun, it's better not to close your eyes and dream."

Say it softly.

"Okay. Now then,"

"let's see."

"Curse Master, what else is left for us?"

[Bullet screen, scared silly.

It was only now that I realized that I was trembling.

"Zai, Zai Zai, are you okay...?"

"I, my legs are weak."

"Oh my god, I almost forgot to breathe! It's like 5t5!!"

"Scare me to death, scare me to death, scare me to death, scare me to death!!! Zai! Don't play so big, okay!!!"

"Woooooooooo, you only remember to save the little girl, why can't you remember to save yourself!!!"

"Too gentle to others will make you cruel to yourself?!?!"

After being stupid for a long time, someone took a breath.

"That's right, I just want to say, Chief Zai's marksmanship...is a god..."

"That's it? That's it? That's it?? Is this the middle and lower level of combat power?!?!?! Then I'm a living rookie!!!"

"? Zhongye, what is your criteria for judging the port mafia?? According to yourself?!"

"And the leader Zai has stayed in the office on the top floor for four years!! It is impossible to have the opportunity to fight by himself?!"

"Is this some gun fighting technique??? Can the human brain calculate it????"

Reborn commented a few sentences reservedly, praising the speed with which the leader Dazai calculated the trajectory of the ricochet.

Akutagawa (furious): "What a despicable curser, dare to offend Mr. Dazai!"

Akutagawa (happy): "Such a mere marksmanship, naturally Mr. Dazai can't be troubled!"

Akutagawa (Lemon): "Damn it! A new student who arrived late, deserves to be hugged by Mr. Dazai?! Weak!! Incompetent!!!!"

The barrage is quite indifferent.

"Let's go, let's go, the overzealous chef is here again", "Don't give me a look", "Be careful of biting people", "It's a poisonous person", "It's a one-way push", "It's a violent push", the barrage is full of happy air.

Wu Zhenzai: "..."

Wu Zhenzai: "Shut up. I beg you."

Instead, the only fluorescent blue subtitle that had appeared once appeared again.

As if he had been cautiously waiting and watching for a while, he finally couldn't help it:

"That's really an ordinary person with no magic power...?"

"If you really can't see the curse spirit, how on earth did you use the ricochet to bypass the curse spirit next to the curse master and penetrate her head?"

Prolonged the ellipsis, and asked a question with a rather complicated mood.

Immediately afterwards, it was overwhelmed by various comments about the chef, in short, "This is Osamu Dazai, nothing is impossible" (???).

After a while, I added a very subtle sentence, and flew by quickly:

"Enlightenment.......You can do it yourself."

Buteizai: hmmmm

Buteizai: It's subtle. 】

This incident left quite a bad negative impact.

The biggest change is Gojo Satoru.

right.Still Gojo Satoru.

He... overprotective of his teacher... complete, complete, restrained, restrained, no, stopped, gone.

The eldest young master of the Wutiao family, who used to have his eyes high above his head, must have never dreamed that he would still have a day when he would act coquettishly and be inseparable from other men for a moment.

"--impossible."

The leader Dazai said firmly.

He was standing in front of the hotel room.To be precise, he stood at the door of the hotel room with one foot against the door and one hand holding the doorknob.

The cold sight of the man looking down from a high place can scare the cursers back home with their halberds broken, and the cursers who are seriously injured are sweating coldly, turned their heads and ran away.

But he couldn't refuse a determined (shameless) boy.

"Teacher~~teacher, teacher~~~don't reject me!"

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks, knowing how to take advantage of his appearance, pouted pitifully, and blinked his blue eyes.

"Just one night! Really, I swear! Just one night! Teacher, you will know if you try it!!"

The eight-year-old boy was speaking innocently about something.

"Very comfortable! Absolutely!! Trust me! The teacher won't leave me after one night!!"

(What are you talking about, you bastard)

The leader Dazai only felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.

This is really a new and exciting feeling that I have never experienced before.

(It’s even worse than the assassination dispatched by the cabinet officials last time——)

"Impossible. I would never go into the police station for that reason."

Dazai said in a cold voice close to zero.

"Do you want my political enemies to die laughing?"

Gojo Satoru protested: "Teacher! It's just a room with me—"

Leader Zai: "Tsk. How many times have I said this, I'm not Zhengtaikong?!"

(no)

(Calm down. Calm down)

Osamu Dazai justified: "There is no need to worry about my safety. And your no-lower-limit spell can't cover others."

Gojo Satoru made trouble out of no reason: "No, no, I'm scared to live alone, the teacher will give it a try with me~~~"

Leader Zai: "."

Chief Zai: "..."

(Fine)

(Then don't blame me for being rude)

Dazai took a deep breath and smiled slowly.

"Then let me hear your account of the incident."

"Wu Jun."

What spit out softly from the mouth is a threat from the boss.

Gojo Satoru has never experienced the pain of making reports over and over again and typing back to rewrite them.

(rest assured)

(he understands right away)