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After being noticed by the leader, the tasks assigned to me began to increase rapidly. Originally, as a low-level member of the Black Lizard, I only had to do two or three things every day. However, after the Q incident, I suddenly became so busy that I didn’t even have time to daze. In addition to working non-stop every day, I In addition to running back and forth on this task, there is also one more homework that must be done every day.

Yes, it's homework.

Osamu Dazai banned me from relying too much on ninjutsu on the grounds that my abilities were too eye-catching. He said something like, "You and Akutagawa must have someone who is good at close combat," and he started my taijutsu training career inhumanely.

The person responsible for training me in physical skills is none other than Nakahara Chuuya, the humanoid self-propelled killer.

I don’t know what Dazai Osamu told him, but this guy actually agreed. The two of them decided on my training schedule without leaving any room for me to refute.

And my daily life just changed from working from to , to working from to and getting beaten. What's even more annoying is that because I'm prohibited from using ninjutsu, facing Mr. Chuuya, I can't seem to do anything else except get beaten.

He still scolded me like this. He actually said that Akutagawa and I were evenly matched, and that with this crappy taijutsu, I wouldn't be able to beat him in ten years.

I am so sad.

It's not my fault, and besides, I wasn't originally going to be a taijutsu ninja. During a real fight, have you ever seen any Uchiha rolling up their arms and sleeves? Didn't everyone stare and spit fire everywhere?

Mr. Chuuya didn't hold back at all when he beat me, and he kicked me into the wall again. I slid down against the wall and lay on my back on the floor. At this moment, I just wanted to be quiet.

Everyone is Dazai Osamu's subordinates, so why doesn't Akutagawa need to be beaten now?

"Get up, Uchiha, don't lie on the ground during training."

Using taijutsu to beat me up may be much easier for Mr. Chuuya than his daily work. The boy who straightened his hat looked particularly refreshed, and his clothes were not even messed up. He came over and kicked me lightly with his toes. Seeing that I didn't get up for a long time, Mr. Chuuya, although his tone was definitely not gentle, said with stiff concern: "Hey, get up? I didn't kick you very hard just now." Bar."

No, it hurts so much. My brother has never hit me like this.

"Mr. Chuuya..."

"What are you doing? Where are you injured?"

After being beaten for so many days, I suddenly felt very aggrieved. Under Zhongyuan Zhongya's gaze, I turned over with difficulty, lying on my side on the ground with my back to him and curled up into a ball: "...I want to eat Tuango.”

"……what?"

I lifted up my unbuttoned jacket and covered my head like a strange umbrella lizard. Through the black suit jacket, I said in a deep voice: "I want to eat three-color dumplings, Mr. Chuuya."

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuya said in a bad tone, "What does your desire to eat three-color dumplings have to do with me?"

"It doesn't matter... It's just that if I can't eat..." My face, which was hidden under my clothes, showed no expression, but my tone deliberately let out a clear choked sound: "I would really like to cry..."

Then I really got my wish and had freshly baked three-color dumplings.

In this indifferent port mafia, Mr. Chuuya is the only one who has some warmth. Mr. Chuuya is indeed a good man beyond his appearance, and I have decided to respect him more in the future.

I took a bite of the glutinous rice dumplings with satisfaction, while the system who was watching all this said in disgust: "Are you childish? You still use this method in training. When your brother accompanied you in special training when you were a child, you were also so lazy. ?"

That's not the case.

I chewed the bamboo stick used to thread the dumplings and thought for a while, recalling the time when I was a child and was taught and trained by my brother.

Now that I think about it, many things have become blurry, especially after the system took away my feelings. I don’t even remember what my brother said to me at that time. But only one thing is certain.

"I was definitely not lazy at that time." I said to the system firmly: "I have forgotten nothing and I will never forget that the person who received my brother's special training with me was Uchiha Itachi. Just thinking about competing with him made me try my best. If you work hard, you can't be lazy."

"The results of it?"

I said quietly: "As a result, Itachi became a well-known genius in the Uchiha clan, and I became a waste that the Uchiha clan has ridiculed for many years."

"..." The system was subtly silent for a moment, and then it comforted me: "If you think about it, you are actually not very useless. It's just that there is a problem in choosing according to the target. If you are Akutagawa's younger brother, there will definitely be no one." Call you trash."

I bit off the last dumpling sadly: "Then I'd better be useless, my brother is quite good."

As a result, Chuuya-san didn’t start training again until I finished eating the dango.

It's not that he didn't want to, it was mainly because he was called away by his subordinates before he started training. Mr. Chuuya just picked it up, and the last skewer of soy sauce dumplings that I hadn’t had a chance to eat casually popped it into my mouth. I was caught off guard and choked. The taste of brown sugar and soy sauce mixed with the sweet and salty taste. It spread from my mouth and went straight to my nose. I frowned and just when I was about to spit it out, Mr. Chuuya glared at me.

"Don't waste food, eat it all."

He casually put the coat he had been carrying on his shoulders. Seeing me bite off the first dumpling and eat it honestly under his glare, he nodded with satisfaction: "Don't run around. I'll be back after I finish my work."

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading-->> "Okay-"

I said in a long voice.

Watching Mr. Chuuya leave the training room, his breath gradually faded away. I slowly finished the last bunch of soy sauce dumplings, gathered the remaining bamboo sticks and threw them into the trash can. I stretched a bit and was trained so much. The body became a little stiff for a long time: "Next-"

The system is confused: "Do you want to train independently next?"

"No, it's time for me to run away."

The system said rather speechlessly: "Didn't you agree just now?"

"What did I promise?"

"Didn't you just say "Okay--" to Nakahara Chuuya? You deliberately prolonged your voice and said it in an accent like that of a primary school student."

"I just promised him not to waste food, but I didn't promise him not to run around."

Mr. Chuuya's aura had already gone far away when I was eating dango, so much so that I could no longer feel it. I tidied up my messy clothes and quickly slipped out of the training room while no one was watching.

Facing the system's speechlessness, I plausibly said: "What's more, Mr. Chuuya is not a mission target on my list. I thought you would prefer me to get what you need rather than asking me to train." Of feelings."

"It's not a big problem." The system answered calmly: "You are immersed in this world, and your emotional value is steadily increasing. This is in line with my calculations."

"Hmm. According to your calculations, when can I complete my target quota and leave this world?"

"Maybe ten years? Or maybe next month? I can't say such a thing, Jingniao. Although my authority allows me to simulate and calculate human emotions, the other conditions in your emotions are too complicated. No matter how precise the calculation is, No machine can calculate all the variables in human emotions."

"For example, take your brother. You obviously love him deeply on a family level. However, the emotional results I extracted show that you admire him, rely on him, are proud of him, and at the same time you are jealous of him. You are a hundred times better, and after seeing the suicide note he left, part of your 'love' turned into 'hate'. You hated the tacit understanding reached between him and Uchiha Itachi, and hated him for doing it for a stranger who had nothing to do with him. , thus leaving you to commit suicide."

"Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, and the definitions of love and hate are also different. As you said, you are still a child, and your love is as self-centered as a child, pure, passionate, extreme and Be selfish and never allow others to take away anything you think should be yours."

"...Do you want to teach me a lesson again and call me naive? Or do you want to say that what I did was wrong?"

"Teaching you a lesson? It's not like that." The system's voice paused for a moment, and then slowly, and it was unknown how many people were simulated to synthesize the voice, a less obvious smile emerged: "Shocking Bird, feelings There are only two forms: existence and non-existence, and there is no difference between right and wrong.”

The thing that longed for human emotions sighed: "I'm just thinking about what kind of human being I will become in the future."

It doesn’t matter what kind of human being you become, I don’t care at all.

Rather, the fact that the system has become a human is so absurd that it exceeds my cognitive ability. It was so bizarre that it was far beyond the scope of my common sense. No matter what it turned out to be, I couldn't be surprised or interested in it.

While I was talking, I had already slipped out of the Port Mafia's headquarters building. During this time, the guards in charge always watched me coming in and out with Mr. Dazai or Akutagawa. They already knew me. When I sneaked out to fish, not only did they not stop me, but they even compared me with them. Familiar people greeted me.

"Black Lizard's work is really hard. Do you have any tasks at this time?"

"Mr. Dazai wants to eat three-color dumplings. Let me buy them."

I righteously put all the blame on Dazai Osamu, who was unaware of this.

Anyway, Mr. Dazai is not a good person, and everyone in the entire Port Mafia knows this personality. None of them doubted my excuse, which was just nonsense.

...Maybe Osamu Dazai is usually so difficult for his subordinates.

All in all, I got out of the house smoothly.

how to say.

This is a bit like the feeling I had when I was still studying in the ninja school and skipped class with my classmates.

He tried his best to hide it from his family, fooled the teacher, and then ran to the street. It's not that there's anything you have to do when you run out. On the contrary, everyone who skips class doesn't know what else they can do when they're not in class.

Mainly just the fact of sneaking out is enough to make it hard to let go.

"So? Are you going to just hang out on the street, or are you going to cause trouble for Akutagawa?"

The two options proposed by the system are quite attractive to me. Whether it's wandering on the street or causing trouble for Akutagawa, it's a good way to pass the time.

But...

I answered the system seriously: "I decided to find a place to sleep first to supplement the necessary sleep for teenagers during their growth period."

I’m really fed up with the days of sleep deprivation from to .

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