[Comprehensive] Magical Uchiha spitting fire online

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Late at night the next day, Osamu Dazai, one of my mission targets, quietly visited me. He appeared in front of me with a smile on his face, but I just felt vigilant all over him.

The man in front of me, who was not even a ninja, made me instinctively feel danger.

Speaking of which, after lying in the medical room for these days, I heard a lot of rumors about Osamu Dazai from the doctors and nurses responsible for treating me. For example, "a born mafia", "the youngest genius among the cadres of the port mafia", "a person who made great contributions in the Dragon Head War", and "a leader who convinced the martial arts faction" and so on remarks.

Although I knew every word they said, when combined together they became words I couldn't understand. According to the information provided to me by the system, I replaced and completed it in my mind. It should be almost saying that Osamu Dazai was a born rebel and a genius among rebel ninjas.

As a serious Konoha genin, I don't know what's so great about being a genius among rebel ninjas.

"Good evening, Dazai...sir?"

Adhering to the vigilance of a serious ninja against rebellious ninjas, I looked at Dazai Osamu standing in front of the hospital bed with some caution, and said with a slight hesitation: "What can I do for you?"

He was not busy answering. The white light source in the medical room cast a half-bright shadow on his face covered by bandages. Dazai Osamu's eyes fell on me, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck explode. This is a bit like the feeling I had when I was almost treated as an enemy by the alert Hyuga clan when I took on a supply delivery mission. Even though Osamu Dazai is not a ninja, nor does he have the blood inheritance limit of the Hyuga clan, I still have the illusion that even my bones are being seen through under his gaze.

After a while, Dazai Osamu suddenly smiled at me. I became more vigilant in my heart, and I moved my eyes away from him without any trace, only looking at his eyes slightly lower.

"Originally, I wanted to find Akutagawa-kun."

"I heard that Akutagawa-kun's ward is next to mine."

As if he didn't notice my nervousness, Osamu Dazai casually sat down beside the hospital bed. His bandaged hands were propped on the edge of the bed, and his upper body leaned forward slightly and came closer to me: "My subordinates were sent to the medical room by you, so I had no choice but to come to you."

Dazai Osamu said, took out a big bag from the side and put it in my hand.

The bag was stuffed to the brim, containing all kinds of clothes, pants, shoes and socks. The clothes were black and white, almost the same style as those worn by Osamu Dazai. On the top was a straight-edged ninja sword that I was supposed to imitate my brother and stuck diagonally in my back. I quickly glanced at Dazai Osamu, and he still looked normal. Even the smile on his face was so natural that it seemed to come from the heart.

He said he could only come to me, but what he did was completely different. Everything from clothes to weapons was prepared. Dazai Osamu might not have planned to drag me out of the medical room early in the morning.

It just so happens that I also have this intention.

After lying in the hospital bed for almost a week, it was almost time for me to take action.

I obediently rolled over from the hospital bed and stood up under Dazai Osamu's calm gaze, as if he was assessing the value of the goods. I took off my hospital gown and started to change into the suit he brought. I guess that my clan uniform has been scrapped, stained with mud and blood, and there is a gash on my chest that was stabbed by a knife. My clan uniform must have been thrown away, right? It's a pity that my ninja tools were disposed of together with the clan uniforms.

The injury no longer affects my daily movements, but I should try to avoid unnecessary pain if possible. I slowly changed my clothes and pants, and when I was buttoning up my shirt, Osamu Dazai suddenly sighed: "The injury is so serious, does it hurt?"

Of course he was referring to the stab wound on my chest.

The wound is almost healed, and it no longer needs to be wrapped in layers of bandages. The once everted skin and flesh were carefully sutured with surgical threads, leaving only a centipede-like scar entrenched around my heart.

As a ninja, he has suffered countless major and minor injuries since childhood, and his pain tolerance is much higher than that of ordinary people. What's more, the system backed up my body before the blade hurt my heart and lungs. The stab wound that didn't cause serious damage to my internal organs was still within my tolerance. Perhaps compared to the pain, I couldn't resist being killed by Itachi. A knife to the chest brings more humiliation.

"It's actually not bad."

I paused and then buttoned up the last three buttons from the chest to the collar as if nothing had happened, covering the hideous injury: "It doesn't hurt too much."

"Yes, that's it." Dazai Osamu looked at me with his chin propped up, and said with a smile: "As expected, children born in slums have a high tolerance for pain."

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading-->>Me: "...?"

You are a child of the ghetto.

Although my parents died young and I was raised by my older brother, I am from a serious Uchiha family.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head: "Did I guess wrong?"

Totally wrong.

But after all, it was hard to tell others that I came from another world. Dazai Osamu guessed that I came from the slums, so I had no choice but to acquiesce without saying a word.

My clothes, pants, shoes and socks were all neatly dressed, and then there was only a black tie that I needed to tie. The last time I tied a long strip of fabric like this, I wrapped a non-slip bandage around the handle of the ninja sword and put it in a knot around the neck. In addition to bandaging, I would only tie a sling.

I was in a stalemate for a while in front of the black strip of cloth, which was made of particularly high-end fabrics. The system told me a few words about how to tie the tie, but I didn't understand it either. Just when I was about to give up and tie myself a bow, Osamu Dazai, who had been watching, suddenly made a move.

He took the tie away from my hand, and before I could react, the black tie went around the collar and wrapped around my neck.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you don't know how to tie."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes as if he didn't know anything: "Look, this is how to tie a tie. I will only teach you once."

I don’t know if he was kind enough to teach me how to tie a tie. Anyway, I didn’t learn a single step.

Dazai Osamu's cold fingertips, which were not wrapped in bandages, felt like they were brushing against my neck. The smooth black cloth fluttered between his fingers and was tied into a neat and beautiful knot. This posture of exposing my vitals in front of a stranger makes me very uncomfortable. If he wants to kill me, in this posture, I only have a short chance to fight back.

My hand holding the ninja sword froze. The uniform pressed hard against the edges of the scabbard, and a faint white mark appeared on the palm of my hand.

Just when I almost couldn't help but strike first, Osamu Dazai finally took a step back. He stood at a subtle distance where I could feel suppressed, but didn't really guess my bottom line. As if he was amused by my alert attitude, Dazai Osamu showed an obvious smile.

"Let's go."

I pursed my lips, but in the end I didn’t say anything. I silently followed Osamu Dazai out of the medical room where I had been staying for a week.

It was close to early morning, and there was no one inside or outside the building. Occasionally, I would meet one or two strong men who were responsible for the night watch. They wore similar clothes to me and Osamu Dazai, but they would say hello to Osamu Dazai loudly and almost humbly after we met each other.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time that I have truly faced a world that is completely different from the one I have lived in.

There is no forest here, but the high-rise buildings are densely packed to a level that makes me feel amazed. There are many tall buildings and bright lights. It is obvious that this is a completely silent figure, but the light of the street lamp shines all the way to the end of the road, very far away.

Unlike mine, which are rare and strange, the scenery that makes me stop and look at it is a common sight for Osamu Dazai. What I lamented didn't arouse his interest at all, and he turned around and left without even stopping. I thought for a moment, then averted my surprised gaze, grabbed the short knife in my hand and followed quickly.

Dazai Osamu didn't say anything to me along the way, and he didn't look like a person who talked a lot. If he didn't say anything, I wouldn't naturally come up to him to find trouble. We just walked in tandem and walked a long way.

I turned around from the main street to the back of the small alley. The wind blew through the gaps between the buildings. I raised my head and smelled. There was a salty smell of sea water in the air.

This should be very close to the seaside.

I turned my head and glanced at Dazai Osamu again. He was walking in front of me. From my angle, I could only see a little bit of his face. He still had that faint smile on his face, and in the cold artificial light, he looked a little ironic inexplicably.

Just looking at his expression, I couldn't guess what Dazai Osamu's purpose was in taking me out of the medical room in the middle of the night. There is no way he had a sudden idea in the middle of the night and wanted to take me to the beach for barbecue.

I felt a little unsure, so I had to secretly call the system behind Dazai Osamu's back: "System, are you here?"

Ever since the system gave me the knowledge about different worlds, the system has not spoken much. When I don't call it actively, it will never jump out to find me. Unless it's something I can't do, such as tying a tie, it will give me a few words of encouragement. On weekdays, They were all quiet and had no sense of presence.

"System, you said..." I stared at Osamu Dazai in front of me: "What does it mean that he brought me here?"

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading -->> "The night is dark and windy, either a couple is eloping or committing murder and arson. Anyway, they must be doing bad things."

The system said indifferently: "After all, I'm not taking you to the beach for barbecue."

I:"……"

After going around and around, Osamu Dazai took me out of the high-rise buildings. The fishy smell of the sea is getting stronger, and the horizon can be vaguely glimpsed, almost blending into the night. The low-rise houses sit neatly on the dock paper on the seaside. They look like they should be storage warehouses one after another. It is really a good place to kill people and set fire to them.

"Mr. Dazai."

Seeing that there would be no chance to ask if I didn't ask, I took the opportunity to call Dazai Osamu.

"What are we doing here?"

"It's not a big deal." Dazai Osamu wrote lightly: "I'm just here to deal with a small betrayer."

After he said that, he suddenly raised his eyes. I was startled by Dazai Osamu's glance, and subconsciously grasped the knife in my hand. As a result, he showed that amusing smile again despite my alertness.

I don't think anyone who laughs like that is a good thing.

The last person who could show such an expression to Uchiha was Orochimaru, and that one of the legendary three ninjas is now a notorious S-level traitorous ninja.

Dazai Osamu's footsteps stopped in front of one of the warehouse doors. Before he could make any move, someone quickly opened the warehouse door from the inside. Several tall men in black respectfully opened Dazai's door to me. Zhi welcomed him in.

It was dark at night, and the lights were bright in the huge warehouse. Boxes covered with a layer of tarpaulin were stacked against the wall of the warehouse, revealing an open space in the middle. When I came in, I realized that there were quite a few people here. Standing at the front of the men in black was the old man named Guangjin Liulang who I had seen when I first woke up.

The old man with a beard seemed to be about to light a cigarette. After Dazai Osamu and I arrived, he stopped relaxing. Hiratsu Yanagi, who was nearly fifty years old, did not slack off at all. He bowed his head respectfully to Dazai Osamu, who could only be called a young man in front of him: "Dazai-sama."

"Generally, the Black Lizard has been dealt with. The traitor will be handed over to Lord Hongye's torture team."

Guangjin Liulang and the people behind him moved aside, revealing a half-crouched man kneeling on the ground. The man's mouth might have been blocked by a randomly picked up rag. Tears, snot, and blood flowed all over his face. Even his whining was blocked in his throat by the rag, leaving only a low and hoarse whimper.

"It's such a small matter, so there's no need to trouble my eldest sister."

Osamu Dazai looked at him and smiled.

Even if his smile wasn't directed at me, it was enough to make me wary.

Speaking of which, when I first saw him, I felt that Osamu Dazai was very dangerous. If it was murderous intent, Akutagawa, who wanted to kill me on first sight to prove my uselessness, was twice as powerful as Osamu Dazai. However, the person who made me cautious was not Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

The superficial ferocity is just a bluff to show off his strength, but Osamu Dazai, who seems to be interested in everything but tired of everything, is really creepy to me.

"I hold things in hand and refuse to explain them. I think I want to use them as a trade to get a chance to survive."

Osamu Dazai walked a few steps closer to the man kneeling on the ground with a smile. The sound of heels hitting the ground echoed in the empty warehouse. He stood about two or three steps in front of the man and stopped, turning a blind eye to the pleading and embarrassment in front of him. Dazai Osamu tilted his head harmlessly.

"But - do you think I care about what you have in your hands?"

Before Dazai Osamu could finish his words, the man who had been labeled a traitor bent over deeply as if he was mourning for his heir. He repeatedly hit his head on the ground, and an inarticulate cry escaped from his mouth. You could tell without even thinking about the tragic and painful words in his mouth. The cry was begging Dazai Osamu to spare his life.

The rough cement floor was soon stained with a layer of dark red blood, but Osamu Dazai turned around without interest, took out something from his coat, threw it directly into the ground and kept his mouth tightly shut, pretending not to. Being in my arms.

"Leave it to you, Frightened Bird."

At this time, Osamu Dazai suddenly changed his name to me and called me "Shocking Bird" gently and affectionately. I'm not naive enough to think that the change of title is a sign of Osamu Dazai getting closer to me. After all, this guy is so cold-blooded that just opening his mouth could cost someone his life.

"He is no longer of use, just follow the rules for dealing with traitors... kill him."

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