Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

... In the early morning of the next day, the white kitten, even its own white fur, drooped limply and limply.

The boy lay listlessly on the dining table, with his chin resting on the back of his hand.The bar chair was very high, and he couldn't step on the ground, so his two calves were dangling from side to side, and the plush slippers hanging on his feet couldn't fall off.

He wrapped himself completely in a new plush one-piece pajamas, with the hood buttoned up, the pointed cat ears flicked along, and the white cat tail that was deliberately rolled up hung out of the bar chair, moving with the boy's movements. moving.

Those glazed blue eyes were hidden under the hood, misty from sleepy yawning, looking pitiful.

[The barrage looks at the five kittens who are actively trying to show off their cuteness, and the screen is full of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and Anwu mass grave.

Wu Zhenzai: ...

Buteizai: But what did Ango do wrong? 】

Only the leader, Dazai, was sitting at the other end of the dining table, staring down at the communicator in his hand—found from the curser.

What a heart like a stone, indifferent.

The white-haired kitten moaned and chirped again, unable to be cute, it could only rub its cheeks on the back of its hand and blink its beautiful blue eyes.

(Woo, too much, teacher)

Gojo Satoru was really wilted.

(Is it so difficult to write the report......)

I have experienced the hard work of adult social animals in advance, Gojo-kun.

At this time, there was a polite and restrained knock on the door of the hotel room.

(Well, breakfast is here)

Gojo Satoru sat up straight, pressed his hands on the table, slid down from the high chair, ran over a few steps, and opened the door.

The waiter pushed the trolley into the room respectfully, and placed the plates on the table one by one.

He lowered his head obediently throughout the whole process, not daring to cast his gaze anywhere.

This is not surprising.But in just two days, the waiters in this high-end hotel were basically forced to form such a conditioned reflex.

— without him.The boy who paid a lot of money to book two suites, although he is outstanding in appearance, cute in clothes, and cute in his smile, all of these are for the "teacher" in his mouth, and it is a special treatment that only one person can enjoy.

As soon as he turned his head to face other people, the boy's expression immediately turned cold, and even his eyes were pierced when he looked at others, showing cold vigilance.

If the waiter couldn't help his curiosity and secretly peeped at the "teacher"'s appearance, he would be lucky enough to be stared at by the boy's cold stare, making him break out in cold sweat and his heart beating wildly, and finally he could only stagger back out of the room.

In short.It must be a big man who cannot be offended, and a subtle teacher-student duo.

(The waiters come to a wonderful consensus)

Once the breakfast was served, the waiter didn't even dare to say a single extra word, and quietly retreated under Gojo Satoru's pressing gaze.

As soon as the door was closed, a smile appeared on the boy's face almost immediately.He propped up his hands, jumped onto the dining table and chairs deftly, and looked at the breakfast with his head:

"Ah. It's English style today." I sighed like this, and then couldn't help urging. "Teacher—don't be too busy!" Gojo Satoru yelled stickily, "Eat? It doesn't look bad."

Leader Dazai: "..." Actually, I have no appetite at all.

The man who had been silent all morning, slowly pushed his things aside.

He switched his right hand to support his chin, and watched Gojo Satoru stuffing things into his dinner plate with a tired face.

While stuffing it, he also persuaded with a lively tone, trying to get the teacher to eat more:

"Ah, it's sun eggs this morning. . . . with some creamy mashed potatoes."

"Would Mr. Fried Bacon feel a bit oily? But I think this type of sausage is better."

"...If you don't want to eat those, fried mushrooms, fried tomatoes, baked beans, etc., you can have a little of each, so that the nutrition is balanced."

"Hey, the toast is delicious. Teacher, what kind of jam do you want? Let me spread it for you! Or do you want butter?"

gushing.

gushing.

Dazai stared at him...and the plate with silent eyes, and sighed insignificantly.

(such a meaningless thing)

An obscure thought flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, Dazai realized that if he wasted time on such trivial matters, the boy might drag the topic far away, so he let go of Gojo Satoru's decision just like before.

(whatever I do)

(It doesn't really matter)

He fiddled with the knife and fork lazily, rolled up the salad with vinegar sauce, and chewed it with his teeth.

"If you can't write a qualified report, it's better to report directly in person. ——Let me hear what you have learned, Wu Jun."

The cunning adult quietly began to change the subject.

Dazai's voice was as indifferent as ever, abandoning likes and dislikes, covering up fluctuations, no one could hear the man's continuous pain.

The young boy was dragged away by the teacher with a rope:

"I finally don't need to write anymore?! Really? Good!!" Gojo Gojo's eyes lit up immediately, and he excitedly waved the buttered knife in the air, "Then teacher, did you listen to me? In fact, the matter is quite simple. Just as the teacher expected."

The boy took a bite of the toast and swallowed it with a puffy face before speaking.

"Okay. First of all, under the control of the teacher, the Wujo family has been inflated like a snowball during this period. Other families, big and small, as well as curse masters, oh, there should be those old immortals in the magic world High-level people, right? Seeing it makes you jealous. However, if you maintain the current progress, it’s like walking on ice, and you don’t know when you will step on it, which is frightening.”

Gojo Satoru said while cutting a slice of bacon, looking for tomato sauce on the left and right sides of the dining table.

Dazai pushed it to him.

"...Ah, thank you teacher~ I think the bacon is not bad? Is it true that the teacher doesn't want a piece?" After being rejected in one gulp, the boy curled his lips in frustration.

"In short—in short, we took the initiative to go out this time and became the living target of the Wutiao family. We killed very cleanly and scared the curse masters and other onlookers enough. The five goals of family prestige are perfection, beauty, achievement, and achievement~~”

Gojo Satoru smiled, but from that playful expression, it was hard to see any sense of identification with Gojo's ambition.

"Then I want to talk about the past few days, right? Hmm... The rewards for my teacher and I have been hanging on the black market all the time. The garbage people I met when I went out this time and boldly stretched out their claws should also be curse masters." There's some serious stuff in there, I guess?"

The boy sneered contemptuously.

"The rest of the miscellaneous fish don't even dare to stick their heads out."

Just thinking about these scum makes me angry.Gojo Wujo poured half a cup of English milk tea angrily, but he didn't think it was sweet enough, so he poured fresh milk for himself.

He poked his head to look at the mug in Dazai's hand, and refilled the teacher's coffee quite naturally.

"According to the custom of the black market, there should be an intermediary in it to see who kills us first. In short, it is first come, first served," the boy continued, "Then these miscellaneous fish are afraid that I will see through their 'six eyes'. Mana power, found their traces, first sent a group of kidnappers without mana power to test the water, hmph——!”

Gojo Satoru gets angry when he thinks of the teacher's injured face, and angrily cuts the sun egg with a table knife.

The egg yolk that flowed out covered half of the dinner plate, Dazai was silent for a moment, and reminded him as a mature adult, "Don't play with your food, Wu-kun".

"—I see, teacher~" After cutting the boy, he disliked the broken sun egg and had no appetite. He pushed it aside and refused to eat it, and then he muttered angrily:

"Then the curse master came on stage by himself, divided into two sides, deliberately transferred me away, and threatened the teacher with a child. Fortunately, I arrived in time..."

Speaking of which, Gojo Satoru's ptsd was almost about to commit again, so he couldn't help but stare at Osamu Dazai, squinting his eyes full of resentment.

"Hmph, I was wrong... I won't be fooled so easily in the future! But!! Teacher! You must not scare me anymore, you know?! It's really only a little bit, just one Just a little bit!! You don’t know that the curse spirit is with you because you can’t see it—”

Similar topics have been repeated countless times in the past two days.Dazai grimly ignored the student's protest and asked him if he had any other questions.

The boy rubbed his cheeks angrily, trying to suppress his anger manually.

"Then, let me ask: Why do you know the relationship between the curse master and the kidnapper?"

I have heard the teacher briefly explain how to provoke the other party and trick her into using all the spells, but Gojo Satoru still hasn't figured it out.

Dazai didn't hide his secrets, he just said with an empty voice that saw through everything:

"Simple. There is a photo of this woman hidden in the kidnapper's mobile phone."

"Obviously they have the same appearance and consistent physical signs, but their demeanors are completely different."

"Store it in your phone, it should be an absolute priority for this kind of desperado."

"But neither when they found the kidnapper's accomplices nor when they interrogated them for relevant information, those people did not show the slightest understanding of this woman."

"—Anyway. Take a random guess, and the result is nothing unexpected."

In just a few seconds, Dazai spoke out in an insignificant and boring tone after his brain was working in a flash.

The man pushed the plate away, then asked the boy if he had any other doubts.

Gojo Gojo tilted his head, his glass-blue pupils were very clear.

"Teacher—" he asked softly.

"Us, why..."

"Will it be found?"

The boy looks confused.

"On the first day, we obviously just went out, and I haven't used the magic power, so it is impossible to find us with the filthy magic power."

His voice was soft, almost as if he was talking to himself.

"Afterwards, how did the curse master know that we were in the cafe and let the hostages wait in advance?"

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly.

"Could it be... behind the intermediary, is there any huge force that I haven't heard of?"

(………………)

Dazai gently watched Gojo Satoru at this moment.

Behind that faint smile lurks something young children are not yet aware of.

He didn't answer the question.

"Five enlightenments."

Dazai asked softly.

"What do you think—what about the current magic world?"

The boy didn't care about the teacher's refusal to answer, he just let out a displeased "Huh?!" and folded his arms:

"It's annoying, disgusting, disgusting, and contemptuous. But it doesn't matter, and I can't control it anyway."

Gojo Satoru complained all over.

In these words, there are overflowing pride, contempt, and - youthful and frivolous that belong to Wujo Satoru.

He raised his face and smiled brightly.

"I will be the strongest, teacher? So those old oranges in the magic world are not a big deal! Don't worry about those old men, teacher, you can do whatever you want!! Just overturn them, I will soon I don’t like these guys~~~”

In front of the boy who thought he was protecting his teacher, Dazai lowered his eyelashes slightly.

(--wrong)

The cruel caregiver thought so.

(not enough)

(wrong)

(This world cannot completely depend on me)

(and also—)

(push again)

A future that has already been decided is standing coldly in front of us.

at this moment,

at this moment--

Dazai smiled lightly, and asked the eight-year-old boy:

"You can postpone returning to Wujo's house for a while. Before that, do you want to go somewhere to play, Wu Jun?"

Amid Gojo Satoru's excited cheers, Dazai remained silent.

that is,

Moderate.silent.

Mercy.keep watch.

--look.