The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

(Hereinafter, the chief is referred to as Dazai Osamu, and the butei is referred to as Dazai.)

Yokohama, Armed Detective Agency.

Bursts of shrill screams were heard from the operating room, while in the office area outside, the members who had just been treated lay at their workstations, acting as if they had not heard anything.

Soon, the scream turned into a comfortable moan.

Nakajima Atsushi was sent out of the operating room and joined the team lying on their workstations.

Yosano Akiko walked over to them while adjusting her shirt.

She put one hand on her waist, and said with a hint of relief in her voice: "If it weren't for my special ability, you guys would probably be buried in the ground forever."

A few members of the detective agency, led by Kunikida Doppo, just went to snatch member Izumi Kyoka from the Hong Kong Black people, but unexpectedly a member of the group suddenly showed up.

The detective agency and the gang were caught off guard by the sudden attack, and all the staff on the scene were seriously injured. It was thanks to Yosano Akiko's healing ability.

Rantoshiro handed her a cup of coffee and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Yosano."

"Do you need help? We still have manpower." Yamaubakiri asked.

After all, Dazai, an important member of the detective agency, was lost by Tsurumaru, and Yamaubakiri, as the driving force behind it, felt a little guilty.

The detective agency is now facing a major crisis, and Yamaubakiri and his men cannot sit idly by.

Yosano Akiko took the coffee and took a sip: "Not for now, you are already much more diligent than Dazai."

A white-haired man in a kimono slowly walked out of the corridor behind her. He was Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.

"How are you all?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked with concern.

Kunikida Dopo stood up immediately, put his hands behind his back, and lowered his head slightly: "I am very sorry, I did not do a good job of leading the team."

"Don't think too much, just have a good rest first." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked around at the members who had been cured, without a smile on his face.

He retracted his gaze and walked out of the detective agency: "I'm going out for a while."

Nakajima Atsushi is very worried. The situation outside is so tense now. Will it be dangerous to go out?

“Is it really okay to let the president go out alone?”

And the president looks so angry, is he going to do something dangerous?

Kunikida Doppo shook his head: "Don't worry, the president has his own plans."

"By the way, the guy from Hong Kong Black is placed in the infirmary. Who should go and ask?" Yosano didn't intend to take over.

Things like forcing someone to reveal information were usually left to Dazai, but unfortunately he wasn't here right now.

Odasaku stood up and looked around, then offered himself: "How about letting me go?"

"You should go and pick up Yusuke and the others first. It's not safe outside now." Kunikida Doppo refused.

He also looked around at the members on duty today and had no other choice but to say, "I'll go ask."

Although Ranpo is very smart, he is rarely asked to extract information.

Nakajima Atsushi and Miyazawa Kenji? Hopefully they don't get confused by each other.

Naomi Tanizaki was lying by the window, waving excitedly behind her: "Wait, Mr. Dazai seems to be back."

Hearing this, Kunikida Dopo immediately ran to the window and leaned out to look down.

The young man dressed in black downstairs just happened to look up and met Kunikida Doppo's eyes.

Kunikida Doppo's fists were hardened, and he shouted to the people below: "You are wasting equipment like a bandage! Why are you still idling down there? Come up quickly."

Dazai Osamu below ignored Kunikida Doppo and looked down at his own body.

Did he not die? Or did he travel through time? Dazai Osamu felt a little sorry for this result.

Kunikida upstairs almost wanted to jump out of the window, and grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar and punched him.

Kunikida was convinced. It was already this late and Dazai was still being narcissistic?!

Odasaku also came to the window, he stopped Kunikida: "Something seems wrong, Dazai is weird."

Odasaku had only seen Dazai wearing this kind of outfit four years ago.

But after Dazai left Hong Kong, he abandoned his previous style of dressing and should not appear in this image again.

“Now that you put it that way, it’s a bit…” Everyone gathered together and moved towards the window.

They thought that Dazai would be more lively, not so gloomy, and not so thin.

Was he tortured in another world? That's impossible, that's Dazai.

They couldn't figure out what was going on just by thinking about it, so they all went downstairs and stopped Dazai before he left.

Nakajima Atsushi stood in front of Dazai Osamu, and the worry in his words was clearly visible: "Mr. Dazai, do you have anything else to do?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes wandered around, lingering on Odasaku for a few seconds before finally looking at Nakajima Atsushi.

"Mr. Dazai?" Nakajima Atsushi wanted to retreat.

He felt that Dazai's eyes were particularly strange today, as if he found his existence very interesting.

Dazai Osamu smiled, and the gloom on his body was diluted a little: "Ah, it's Atsushi-kun."

"Why? You guys from the detective agency, do you want to invite me upstairs to sit for a while?"

After hearing what he said, everyone in the detective agency became alert.

Odasaku protected the two detective agency clerks behind him without leaving any trace, and took a half step forward: "Who are you?"

Odasaku didn't understand why this person wanted to pretend to be Dazai?

Dazai Osamu's pupils trembled, and before outsiders could see the emotions in his eyes, everything returned to calm.

He put his hands in his coat pockets, as if it was a matter of course: "Of course it's Dazai Osamu. Does Odasaku have any questions about this face?"

Miyazawa Kenji and Nakajima Atsushi were whispering, "He also called Oda Saku, so he should be Mr. Dazai, right?"

Yosano Akiko looked Dazai Osamu up and down impatiently, not hiding her disgust at all: "Where have you been? Why are you dressed so disgustingly?"

This outfit and this temperament always remind her of a certain scumbag named Sen.

Dazai Osamu touched the dagger in his pocket and recalled the voice that had appeared in his mind once.

He calmly asked for help from the half-defended crowd: "Have you ever seen a ..."

Dazai Osamu pointed to his chest with his hand: "A girl about this tall, with dark red hair and blue eyes."

He gestured at his waist again: "Or a girl this tall with blue-white hair and blue eyes."

"Her name..." He lowered his head slightly, hesitating, wondering if the young lady still recognized that name.

Dazai Osamu suddenly looked up with a sense of something, and spotted the approaching figure across the crowd.

Oh, she looks much more lively now.

"Hello again, young lady."

Qinghe didn't respond, just stared at him without saying anything.

Dazai Osamu understood what she was thinking, so he teased and urged her: "Oh? Haven't you decided whether to acknowledge me or not?"

In his memory, he was already dead.

Now he can only be described as a clone, or an outsider who has Dazai Osamu's memories and thoughts.

Is it memory or soul that determines a person's identity?

People with memories are not recognized for their identities, and people with souls do not identify with that identity.

This kind of question is quite cruel when you think about it carefully.

Dazai Osamu looked at the young man opposite him who looked exactly like him and felt a little amused.

Is this the Shura Field that the young lady mentioned before?

Haruka temporarily avoided the topic and said to the detective agency staff, "Your member has returned intact."

After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave, it seemed that she was not going to acknowledge this "Dazai Osamu".

Dazai Osamu was not discouraged and followed him: "Don't be so cruel, you are the only one I can turn to. For the sake of our past friendship, how about taking me in?"

"I don't want to." Qinghe answered without thinking.

Why would she take in someone who was definitely sent by Besil to plot against her?

Dazai Osamu smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, then if you don't believe me, you should at least believe him, right? Just let me take advantage of his glory."

Would she still believe that Dazai would not hurt her?

Qinghe stopped, looked back sideways, and seemed to be in a dilemma.

"Or, you kill me?" Dazai Osamu made a new proposal.

In fact, she knew that his death was the best solution and there was no need to worry about it.