Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

——May 2006, 5——

Day [-].

Nakano District, Tokyo.

In a dance hall in the underground world.

The music was so deafening that someone had to speak at the top of their voices to be heard.

The lights shone like ghostly shadows.Sometimes red and sometimes purple, neglected to pass by, skipping the upturned faces with silly smiles.

The two sneaked out of the toilet.Passing by a couple of homosexuals hugging each other, and getting a hint of "I know what you are all going to do".

no doubt.This is an extremely vicious duo who hide and hide in the whole of Tokyo, and play the pursuit of escaping from the whole world as a dress-up play.

And today's video has just been broadcast all over Japan.

In the videos of these two days, Osamu Dazai's "Spell Lesson" has already talked about the daily life of a magician.

Reflected on the screen, the man still had a bright and hearty smile on his face.

It seems that he doesn't care what kind of earth-shaking impact his actions will have on the entire Japanese society.

He also doesn't pay attention to the people who are chasing after him.

He was just as usual, using calm and short words, tearing away the 1000-year-old camouflage covered by the upper echelons of the magic world.

Under such words, human beings have been unknowingly pulled by the strings of limbs and minds by the worryers.

"The death rate of conjurers remains high, around ■■% all the year round."

"The number of abnormal deaths and missing persons in Japan throughout the year is more than ■■■■■."

"Among them, the number of underage, high-spell students who died because of this—"

The man smiled and said:

"Do you want to guess how many there are?"

Some people panic about it.

(Why are you telling me this kind of thing?! I don’t want to hear it! Give me back a peaceful and normal life!!)

Someone was touched by it.

(Unbeknownst to us, there are so many people secretly trying to protect me──)

Some people are not reconciled to this.

(So ​​what?! As long as you let me live, whatever is fine!!)

Someone is upset about it.

(Not enough! Not enough! No matter what method you use, you can’t completely kill that monster. Is there any weapon, give it to me, use it quickly, I don’t want to die?!?!)

The spell tools of different shapes that entered the market in advance by utilizing the power of Wutiaojia were finally discovered, robbed, and scrambled for all in the gradually deteriorating fighting.

The officials who were already in a state of desperation failed to hunt down Osamu Dazai, so they could only use bureaucratic language in various media, maintain their reputation, and prove that they really thought of the people, while exerting pressure on the high-level executives of the magic circle, ordering them to come up with more spells Come on, at least provide their personal bodyguards—no, provide them to the national armed forces.

The upper echelons of the magic world became more and more miserable.

But these problems are not what Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru will take to heart at this time.

The atmosphere in the ballroom is not wonderful.People who smoke here will never notice the sign of the no-smoking area, and there are one or a few smokers sitting in each booth.

The burnt bitterness of the smoke is mixed with another kind of ecstasy.As they pushed through the crowd, some lost their minds and reached out to grab Dazai's arm, yelling over the throbbing beat of the drums, "Hey, bro! Would you like one? You're guaranteed to have a blast!"

The hand was viciously knocked off by another man.

Under the laser light from purple to pink, the man's gaze projected from under the snow-white eyelashes was colder than the blade's edge.

"Don't touch him."

Gojo Satoru warned coldly.

When he turned his head to face Dazai, his tone wavered subtly again:

"As long as you have me, it's enough to make you happy, isn't it~ Teacher Dazai~~~?"

Leader Dazai: "."

He didn't want to pay any attention to this nonsensical nonsense, only his own flattery, so he turned his head and walked towards the door.

"……Wait a moment."

Gojo Satoru said suddenly.He pressed Dazai's shoulder with his backhand, and the two switched positions.

From the angle of the entrance, only Gojo Satoru's slightly bent back can be seen, but Dazai's face cannot be seen.

From that perspective, in such a filthy environment, there is no doubt that there is no other possibility other than "kissing".

Putting his chin on Dazai's shoulder, touching it lightly and then parting it, Gojo Satoru slightly adjusted the exaggerated pirate hat on the top of his head - the two of them stole it from the clothes hanger when they first entered the door - and put his conspicuous white hair all over cover up.

Close to Dazai's ear, he spoke in a low voice, blowing hot air into the ear canal in front of him:

"Someone intercepted at the door. The black market thugs have been brought under control, and it won't take too long to get here. But there is no magic power—"

Gojo Satoru paused.

"I feel like a sliver."

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Gojo-kun.

But no matter what strange new knowledge he learned, those glazed blue eyes opened wide with undisguised joy, which reminds people of the mischievous eight-year-old who just understood what "happiness" is in this world boy.

"The video has just been sent out. Can't it just be tracked?" Gojo Satoru was eager to try, obviously having fully enjoyed the joy of stepping on the steel wire and crossing the cliff. "This time, let's go directly from the main entrance? The face is painted like this, I don't believe I can recognize it~"

This sentence is absolutely true.

Every time the two of them chose their next foothold, they had clearly considered it carefully.

Not to mention Osamu Dazai, who is superbly disguised, and Gojo Satoru, who is already having fun, is not to be outdone.

...Leaving aside how crazy the whole process of makeup is.

As far as the results go, the duo managed to paint themselves in weird blue-and-green eyeshadow, glitter, and eyeliner.

(Gojo Satoru was eager to try to put on some lipstick, but was held back by the blind leader Dazai).

After a toss, these two men who unilaterally provoked the whole world, calmly put on a set of tight leather pants and a motorcycle jacket studded with various rivets, and just came to the entrance of this ballroom.

——No wonder the black market thugs guarding the door didn't even want to look at it, so they waved their hands and let people rush in.

And now,

And now.

Even though the police were just a few steps behind, the thunderous music tormented my keen five senses.Gojo Satoru was still staring at the disguised, frivolous and intoxicated smiling face, staring at the face wearing a pirate eyepatch, as if inducing and probing:

"Should I make a big fuss? It's not fair that you are the only one who is famous all over the country~"

"..." Dazai raised his eyes slightly.

Buried under that fluffy smile, there is only reason without emotion.

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and laughed.

"You're too kind to that brat, aren't you?"

He hated it a little bit, and in front of him was the first person he met in his life who could not be beaten, even if he handled it lightly, he was afraid of breaking it.

Gojo Satoru was so angry with himself again.

After holding back for two seconds, he finally couldn't hold it back. Risking the risk of the no-lower-limit technique being invalidated again, he leaned forward and bit the earlobe with his teeth.

Grinding his teeth with pleasure and pain.

"...You are really kind to him."

Gojo Satoru said in a hoarse voice.

"It's not fair."

(As long as it does not appear in the camera, exposed to the whole country)

('Gojo Satoru' can live a stable life after all)

(Even if the conjuration world hates me, it can't blame that brat)

(Unless you want to take the risk of becoming an enemy of the head of the Wutiao family and the 'Yu Sanjia' disintegrating from within)

(but…………!)

Complicated thoughts churned in the bottom of my heart.Gojo Satoru almost tasted all the tastes that he had never experienced before in this world.

"Now is not the time to talk nonsense."

Dazai snorted softly, pinched Gojo Satoru by the chin and pulled him away.

Tobihito, who was wearing shiny eyeshadow, observed the "Tiaozi" who had already controlled the entrance from above the man's shoulder.

(Ah ah ah ah)

(In this case)

A dangerous smile appeared on Dazai's face.

"Fuck me."

Dazai said.

"?!" Gojo Satoru widened his eyes and couldn't believe his ears:

"You——what?!"

He paused, and really stretched out his hand to pat his ear, fearing that he would be deafened by the blaring sound: "What did you just say?"

Dazai smiled.

Even under such chaotic lights, the kite pupils still shone brightly.

This man who sat on the dark throne for a long time, a man with a handsome face and a tall and thin figure, said something that did not match that elegant appearance.

"I said. Fuck."

Dazai said calmly, letting those dirty words brush his lips.

"Ah, is this the first time you've heard me swear? Isn't that right, poor young master. I'm afraid you really don't know what humans in the slums look like when they speak."

The police officers in plain clothes began to check the dance hall personnel one by one from the door.

And at this moment, Dazai raised his voice without warning.

This volume temporarily overwhelmed the disco bass drum selected by DJ, and everyone in this corner could hear:

"Besides swearing, I can do some more rude and rude things to you. Ordinary daily life can't stimulate you at all, can it? You prefer to sit at home and drink tea with a teacup." Life on the line of life and death, but nothing else can force you to that extent - so you can't help but follow me - I am the stimulus itself, I am the vortex of blood."

"..." Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, staring straight at Dazai.

But before Dazai finished speaking, he smiled all over his face:

"But I tell you—stop dreaming, little boy. You'd better go home and forget me and the whole thing in the back of your head. Listen carefully: you incompetent decent, self-important Trash, an idiot trying to protect the world by himself, an idiot with a brain no bigger than a walnut. Do you want an ideal world where young people are not let down?" Dazai smiled, and said vicious words, "Don't let me die in this life. Think. Unless you can beat me, understand?"

“……………………” Gojo Goto gritted his teeth and cleared his throat before saying, “I understand.”

The two looked closely at each other, and everyone could smell the burning smell of the air!

Some people cheered loudly, some whistled, some people patted the table and booed, stepped on the edge of the table and jumped on it! !Someone even yelled maliciously, "Come on, you soft-boned little bitch!! Beat him——!!!!"

No one paid any more attention to the commotion at the door.

Gojo Satoru moved his neck from side to side, pressed down the pirate hat on the top of his head with his hands, grabbed a bottle of wine from the next door, and smashed the whole thing on top of Dazai—the person next to him! !

Amidst the instant scolding, Dazai laughed wantonly.

"That's an incredible shot! What the hell can you do like that? You fool who can't do anything!"

Laughing loudly like this, Dazai bent down nimbly, dodging the punch from the opposite side, and at the same time swung his arm, precisely punching the eye socket of the person behind Gojo Satoru.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Bastard!! Where the hell are you hitting?!", "Damn—who hit me????!!", "I want to make you look good!!!", "Don't run! Who am I looking at? Dare to hit me?!?!", "Damn it, stop it!!!!"

I don't know who broke the disco ball above the head.

Just like that, screaming, shouting.

Cursing, yelling.

The sound of shouting to maintain order.

In the sound of the siren that was only one step away and arrived late.

The two figures quietly left the ballroom.

Like a drop of water melting into the sea, it immediately disappeared.