[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

"Mr. Odasaku, you just happen to be here." The man sat down beside his friend and said with his head tilted slightly.

"I saw your child when I went to help recruit people during the day."

"Eh?"

Hearing Sakaguchi's words, the man first showed a surprised expression, and then naturally transitioned to the expression of "Ah, is that so?"

"It's a weasel."

He continued the interrupted movement quite naturally and replied with a shallow sip.

"Wait, why are you so calm? Why? Isn't this a very surprising and important thing?!"

"Ah, that's true." Oda Sakunosuke put down his wine glass and held his chin, "But Itachi has always been very assertive, so it doesn't feel like it's an important matter."

"No, no, this is not a question of your own opinion! Mr. Odasaku, what do you think?!"

"What do you think..." Oda Saku showed a look of confusion, and answered his friend quite honestly, "Probably [ah, Itachi-kun is also at this age] thinking."

"No, nothing at this age, isn't your child only ten years old?!"

"No, it's 11 years old."

"Who will calculate this with you... No matter if you are ten years old or 11 years old, you are not old enough?!"

When these words were echoing in the bar, a person wandered in. He sat next to Oda Saku, pressed his hands on the swivel stool and turned around, just in time to hear the end of the sentence.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, tilting his head.

This figure is about the figure of a teenager, wearing a black suit, the jacket is disheveled only on the back, and the sleeves will be waving as he moves.

His short black hair was disheveled, with a glaring white bandage passing through it, wrapping around the boy's eyes and covering his right eye.

"I'm talking about Mr. Odasaku's adopted son."

Ango Sakaguchi calmed down, and holding his glasses with one hand, he still couldn't help complaining, "What kind of person can calmly accept the fact that a ten-year-old adopted son pretends to be an adult and goes to work in the mafia!"

"Ah, that's me." Oda Sakunosuke skillfully took over the conversation and emphasized, "It's not ten years old, it's 11 years old."

He wasn't laughing at himself or anything, he just treated Ango Sakaguchi's collapse and complaints as a normal problem.

"No, Odasaku-san, you must not understand my complaints," he begged and passed his gaze to another person, "Can you understand Dazai's words a little bit?"

The boy who was called was pestering the boss to give him a glass of whiskey mixed with dish soap or pesticides. After hearing his friend's inquiry, he blinked and received, "That's true."

"Right, right!" Ango Sakaguchi felt as if he had found a bosom friend, so he heard the other party pause and continue.

"Children with illusion-like abilities are really rare."

"Wait who told you this!"

On the other side, Oda Sakunosuke took over the conversation naturally, "Indeed, but Itachi is very good..."

"So it's a matter of course?"

"Well, is that correct?"

Ango Sakaguchi, who couldn't intervene between these two logical people: "Oh, I see, I'm leaving now."

"Hahaha I'm just kidding." Osamu Dazai extended a hand to symbolically retain the only person in charge of complaining in the bar, "But if I have a chance, I really want to meet this little friend of Oda Writer."

"No, I think it's better for that kid not to see you."

"Let's talk about it later."

The topic naturally shifted away, Oda Sakunosuke didn't want to reveal too much information about the children in the family to the dark world - even his two friends are the same, even Itachi is just because of his old personality occasionally And mention it when you feel troubled.

"So do the problems that plague Oda still exist?" Friend A, with his hands behind his back, tilted his head and asked him, his words and gestures were rather immature and youthful.

Ah, Dazai is still just a child.

The man with a wide heart to a certain extent thought to himself.

Without waiting for his answer, the boy continued on his own, "Generally speaking, children who are good at wandering will not show obvious anxiety and rejection when they arrive in a new environment. In order to be left behind, they will Show 'I'm capable' and 'I'm mature' earlier.”

"But it's not that these children are like this, but it's just a disguise. After adapting to the environment and gaining a sense of security that they can be sheltered, they will gradually return to their original appearance-so I guess Oda's worries must have passed. It's settled!" He bullied the man, his eyes flashed with the light of seeking approval, "Right, right?"

"Well," Oda Sakunosuke suddenly seemed to understand something, and a chubby little light bulb was lit on his head, "So Itachi doesn't really want to join the Mafia, but is he just acting like a baby?"

"Well," Dazai rubbed his chin with deep thought, "I probably won't know until I verify it with my own eyes, right?"

"Well, you're really cunning, Dazai." He raised his wine glass and clinked with his friend, Odasaku naturally changed the subject, "Why did you remember it today?"

"Because today's work is so boring," the boy said, putting down his cup and throwing himself on the bar, even rolling slightly, "boring, boring, so boring!"

Odasaku took a sip of wine silently. As a low-level member of Hong Kong gangsters, he didn't know what the job of the high-level Dazai was, and he couldn't judge what the conditions for [boring] were.

However, this does not prevent the young man who is clamoring for being bored to continue his complaints—+

"Listen to me, at night, I was so bored to solve the little mouse that made trouble last time. Not only did I not succeed in suicide, but I also lost a rare observation object."

The whole slaughter exudes a sad breath.

"Ah, this is really difficult." Oda Saku replied after thinking seriously.

Ango Sakaguchi...Ango Sakaguchi has given up complaining and kept drinking.

"Then let's talk about what we said before." Oda Saku said to Dazai before leaving.

Hearing the words, the young man first showed a dazed expression, and after reflecting what his friend said, he showed a natural and innocent smile.

"Okay."

he laughed.

This smile is not because of a new friend who is about to meet, but because of the complete trusting gesture of a recognized friend.

Let this person feel a sense of [existence] at this moment.

But that's all.

On the face of the boy left behind after his friends left, there was still complete darkness.

Just like when I saw [observation object] a few hours ago.

"Oh, isn't this...jun?"

This sentence suddenly sounds like a boy who is a member of the Mafia protecting him. In fact, only the two who have met by chance know that this is not a warm thing like [protection], but just out of ignorance of each other .

Itachi comforted the uneasy Saku, while calmly smiling at the darkness.

But he didn't speak.

The dark red in the eyes dissipated the moment the boy's voice came, and the blackness that replaced it calmly stared at the darkness.

The boy in the dark snorted.

Cold sweat was visible to the naked eye on the face of the black suit in front of him.

"Pick it up soon?" The boy changed the subject of his speech, and even his tone changed from soft to harsh, "Or do you want me to do it myself?"

Covered in cold sweat, the black suit cautiously approached Itachi, and after confirming that the little boy hadn't moved, he dragged the invisible thing on the ground back into the darkness.

"Sorry, my stupid subordinate seems to have caused you trouble." The boy said politely, the only exposed eye was hidden in the darkness, faintly reflecting a frightening light.

Itachi turned a blind eye to all of this.

The boy holding his younger sister seemed to be facing the same friend who met by chance by the river, nodded slightly towards the darkness, and stepped away after getting a chuckle in the darkness.

The only disappointment is that Saku Le seems to be a little unhappy because of this incident.

Maybe it should be added that in the future, I will probably never see the boy again by a certain familiar river.

But he won't go either.

Well, it's a pity.

But there is no way.Neither he nor Dazai expected that the silently maintained boundary between them would be broken in such a short period of time in such a wonderful way.

If you want to blame it, blame Yokohama for being too small.

(Yokohama:?? What does it matter to me?)

***

"It's so strange." The man regretfully took back the documents on the table, and his words were truly regrettable, causing his colleagues to raise their heads to ask.

"what happened?"

"Ah, I saw a good seedling during the day... I didn't see that child in the member information I collected."

"child?"

"That's right, that's right." Looking around but seeing no one, the man—a member of the Hong Kong Black Heiress quietly lowered his voice and approached his colleagues, "Speaking of that child, I have a bold guess. proved."

"What?——It can't be that the other party is a spy or something like that?"

"No, no, no! What I'm going to say is more terrifying than a spy!" The man leaned into his colleague's ear and whispered, "I suspect that child is the illegitimate son of Chief Sen!"

"What?! The illegitimate son of the leader??!!!"

"Keep your voice down!" The man threw himself on his colleague and covered his mouth, and continued after the other nodded, "I happened to be there when the child was being interviewed, and it was the child that Sakaguchi-sama was looking at."

"Short black hair, parted in the middle, red eyes—even Sakaguchi-sama was shocked when he saw that child!"

"This color scheme is indeed...but not necessarily?"

"There's more," the man looked around again, "The reason why the kid joined the Hong Kong gangsters——is his longing for his father."

"Father, father?!"

"And he actually has a recommendation from Dazai-sama—the Dazai-sama who is said to be the youngest cadre! Anyway, that's all I can say...don't tell me, it's all just speculation! "

"I know, don't you believe me?"

"Also hahahaha."

in a few days

"Huh? The leader's son?" The petite boy turned his head and looked fiercely at the members of the Hong Kong gangsters who asked him for proof, "I don't know such a thing!"

——As expected, it is an illegitimate child!

The eyes of the Hong Kong and Black members who have been confirmed (bushi) shone.

The author has something to say:

While Mr. Mori's reputation continues to be victimized√

But are we the kind of people who make trouble? (Pointing and pointing) He is just an innocent, kind and cute kid [Hey! 】

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