How I was forced to be a boss

want to go home.

I want to meet you all.

I never thought that one day I would really have such a strong sense of belonging to a certain place in my heart, and... I would have an uncontrollable longing for a certain person.

"Teacher Zhuxi?"

"this?"

Tsurumaru looked curiously at the thread extending from Takenishi-sensei's body, poked it over, and wrapped it around his little finger. The same was true for Kami Kiyomitsu.

"I don't know." The girl who said so had a different kind of tenderness on her face. She raised her hand, and those golden threads floated up and down with her movements, shining like starlight. Dots scattered from the thread, like miniature galaxies, emitting faint light to shine on her face.

It's just like...

"A real god..."

California Qingguang murmured.

"But," the girl raised her head and looked in the direction of the line, "someone is calling me."

"Everyone is waiting for you—that's what he said."

"Teacher Zhuxi?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga always felt that something had changed in Takenishi-sensei at this moment.

What is Takenishi-sensei like in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's heart?

He has read all the books of this man.That is a person who has an overly sharp thinking, is good at dealing with people's hearts, and is also good at using people's hearts.

"So Tsurumarudeno thinks Takenishi-sensei is...a 'scary' person?" Hearing Tsurumaru Kuninaga's words, Mikazuki Munekin was a little surprised.

"No." A tangled look appeared on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's face

"If I had to give her a judgment, it would probably be—'contradiction'."

He is clearly aware of the manipulability of groups, and even sometimes becomes a manipulator himself, but he still tells people in the book that 'people should learn to think independently, maintain themselves, and don't let themselves become just a part of the group. part of you, you have to be yourself'; you are always decisive when you want to do something, but you often doubt yourself; you have a frightening political literacy, but you are completely unwilling to abide by those defaults. rules of the game.

And, he is obviously a child who will drift out of the world if no one holds him, but he is completely unaware of this, and is always trying to hold others with all his strength.

As if thinking of something, Miri Yue Zongjin also had a little smile in his eyes, "He is a good boy who has always worked hard."

With a chuckle, he sat beside Mikami Tsukimune, imitating him and looking into the distance, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's expression also softened, "Yes."

"Also! He is also a gentle, strong person who can shoulder everyone's hopes, a super-super amazing person."

Where is Mr. Takenishi changing?

In a trance, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who recalled the previous conversation with Mikazuki Muneki, felt that he had grasped something faintly.

Well, maybe it's because wandering people have found their own home.

"So what do you want to do now?"

"Whatever you want to do, we support your decision, right, California."

"of course."

Feeling more and more intense calls, and a sense of guidance about the direction that gradually became clear in my mind, I thought for a while, and stretched out my hands to the two people in front of me, "So, do you want to come with me? ?”

The two looked at each other, and gave an answer without hesitation.

"Of course, you are already our lord! Where the lord is, the sword will of course be there."

As soon as the voice fell, the threads suddenly gathered together and turned into a small golden band of light. I stretched out my hand to touch it, and there seemed to be a sound like water droplets falling in my ears, and then there was a faint and soft glow from my fingertips. Little by little spread to the whole body, I looked at my hands in surprise, and when I looked up again, the bodies of Tsurumaru Kuninaga and California Kiyomitsu were also covered with the same light.

In fact, I don't know exactly what the situation is, but my inexplicable intuition tells me that I can probably go home.

"Tsuramaru."

"Yes?"

"Turn on the time-space converter."

……

Italy, Sicily.

Sawada Tsunayoshi put down the pen in his hand and sighed deeply.

"The work suddenly increased." He turned to look at the person beside him, "So, is Senior Skylark okay?"

"It seems that both Yokohama and Tokyo have been affected because of that person." That's what he said, but Takeshi Yamamoto didn't show the same distress as Sawada Tsunayoshi on his face, and even had a few It means easy.

"That one..."

"Because of Brandeso, the entire mafia organization in Italy has been implicated. The Tokyo side still has no idea, but the Yokohama side has been operating almost day and night."

Tsunayoshi Sawada pressed his forehead with a headache on his face, saw a few books on his desk out of the corner of his eye, and continued: "There is no way to do this, if it were us, I am afraid it would not be better than that." How much better is it?"

Pausing for a moment, he took out a book from the pile of books, twitched the book with many creases with care, and asked, "Where's the special agent department? Armed detective! Detective agency?"

"What's the attitude of both sides?"

"...all chose to remain silent, and it seemed that everyone was very angry."

Hearing this statement, Tsunayoshi Sawada sighed again, "That's right, after all, the Kanagawa government is on that side, even the Supernatural Secret Service Division must accept the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs Attitude……"

Speaking of this, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't suppress his desire to complain.

"These politicians really know how to hug their thighs. Obviously, the only disciple who publicly admits is Nakahara Chuya of the port mafia. If he insists on counting, he may also include Kanagawa's Gutian Counselor. But in the final analysis, ten Counselor Gutian may not be as important as Osamu Dazai in his heart."

"There's nothing you can do about it," Takeshi Yamamoto replied with a smile, "That guy seems to really like the port mafia."

"Knowing this, the Ability Secret Service Division will not react too aggressively to the behavior of Hong Kong gangsters."

"I just don't know how long this kind of propriety can last."

"Under the circumstances that that person has never appeared."

After a little thought, Tsunayoshi Sawada got up.

"Let's go to Yokohama."

……

Parking his silver Alston Martin in the parking lot at the back door of the library, Tsujimura Mizuki was exhausted and didn't want to get out of the car and walk into his office at all.

But escaping doesn't solve the problem.

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, after going through strict security checks, Tsujimura Mizuki entered the place where she worked every day - the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"Shenyue, you're here." The colleague next door also looked weak, as if he hadn't slept in a month.

When the two looked at each other, they both saw the dark circles under each other's eyes.

"That's why at night, the whole of Yokohama is filled with the sound of fighting, even if you want to pretend that you can't hear it." Tsujimura Fukatsuki said.

"Those guys are like crazy wild dogs. When they see a little blood, they will rush up and tear people to pieces."

I can't blame the two of them for being like this. It's better to say that Yokohama has been like this throughout this period of time. Let alone Yokohama, even the atmosphere in Tokyo has become tense.

Since getting the 'power on!After the "opening permit", the port mafia has become less and less scruples, mainly because of the permits issued by themselves, there is no way.

"But it's not all about the ability license. If that person is still there, the situation should be much better?"

Tsujimura Shenyue replied: "It's more than that, it can be called calm."

As a result, the Supernatural Secret Service Division not only has to keep an eye on the port mafia, but also find ways to persuade the boss above to stay calm and not to mess up...

"So when will Teacher Zhuxi come back?"

There was a loud noise, and the interior of the Supernatural Secret Service Division suddenly became chaotic.

Tsujimura Shenyue stopped a person who was hurriedly passing by and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" Could it be that Hong Kong gangsters are so arrogant that they directly touched them?

"It's the data set. There is news from the monitoring room that there is a huge energy reaction over Yokohama. It seems to be similar to the reaction during the previous 'festival event', but the energy activity is even higher!"

No... no way...

……

There are few pedestrians in Yokohama at night recently.Everyone knows the port mafia is up to something big.Therefore, it is the best choice for ordinary residents not to travel.

It has been quiet for quite a while, why is there a commotion over there again?

Occasionally, someone would look at the five buildings over there and have such doubts.

"Eh? Just now, did the wind stop for a moment?" A pedestrian on the road suddenly asked a question.

In the field of vision that ordinary people can't see, the clouds on the calm night sky suddenly formed a huge vortex, as if stirred by something, and a little golden light spot can be vaguely seen from the middle position.

"Rintaro!"

Mori Ogai stood up, walked to the window and looked at the vision in the sky, his fingers trembled slightly, and something slender flashed past his fingertips.

"It's been a really hard time these days, it feels like years." Reflecting the vortex in the sky that seemed to be brewing in his eyes, Mori Ogai sighed, and that little bit of light shone into his eyes , as if a cluster of small flames were lit in his eyes.

On the other side, the two people who were still in the port alley also noticed the vision in the sky.

"Let's go." Dazai Osamu walked out of here first without looking at the corpses all over the place.

"Mr. Dazai!" Ryunosuke Akutagawa shouted behind him.

"Oh, I'll leave it to you here, you have to complete the task well~" He said casually without turning his head.

!Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand to touch the things in his chest pocket, and raised his foot to leave.

"Mr. Nakahara, where are you and Mr. Dazai going?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped, his voice full of ease and freehand brushwork.

tutor……

Watching the back of the two leaving, Akutagawa Ryunosuke fell into deep thought, then his eyes widened as if he had thought of something.

Is that one back?

The vortex in the sky was surging, and then suddenly stopped at a certain moment. The small golden light spot in the middle suddenly expanded into a circle of huge light wheels, and some words seemed to be vaguely engraved on the light wheels.

Then the light suddenly exploded and dissipated in the air, leaving a little bit of starlight slowly falling down, as if the person standing among the stars was still shrouded in a faint soft gleam, a head of black hair fell from the sky. Floating down on the shoulders.

When everything calmed down, the people who had been waiting for a long time stood there, as if they had never left.

When almost everything calmed down, I was thinking about how this posture seemed to be much bigger than before, when I was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of me.

"Aji, Chuya, Mr. Mori, Mr. Ranpo..."

I blankly read their names one by one.

Those I have touched, my threads, my fetters stand before my eyes.

"It's so slow, little Lingyang!" Edogawa Ranpo complained in a dissatisfied manner, "There is no interesting content in the recent Yokohama Daily."

"Miss Kitano, congratulations on your safe return." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked serious.

"Teacher, you don't even know what I've been up to!" Mori Ogai said aggrievedly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ling Yang." Nakahara Chuya said in a low voice.

Osamu Dazai looked at me, and said in a long voice, as if coquettishly: "Lingyang, Yokohama really almost fell into chaos."

I was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why there were so many people looking at Yokohama.

While thinking about it, I heard Dazai Osamu's low to slightly hoarse voice, he said:

"Welcome home."

With the imperceptible tenderness of Osamu Dazai that I am most familiar with.

"Teacher Zhuxi, welcome home!"

Listening to everyone's voices, I sniffled, held back the tears that were almost overflowing, and gave everyone a smile back as much as I could.

"I am back!"