After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

When Oda Sakunosuke was 14 years old, he was already a top-level freelance killer, with an almost 100% commission completion rate.

The only Waterloo was sent to the police station by that bodyguard.

But fortunately, he came out soon.

For various reasons of confidentiality obligations.

Such an exciting but dull life, he often travels to various places to complete commissions. After work, he washes his hands and then goes to a nearby curry shop for a meal, or goes to a bookstore to search for books.

That's basically how his life has gone so far.

I never thought that there was anything wrong, and there was no unpleasantness.

After all, curry is delicious, and novels are also good to read.

However, on that day about 8 years ago, a turning point happened.

His mission goal will arrive in Yokohama in 3 days. He came here early to check out the spots, and he was idly looking for novels he hadn't read in the bookstore.

One search and found a series.

However, there should be three volumes, upper, middle and lower. He searched for a long time but only found the first two volumes. He asked the clerk and said that they were out of stock, and the publishing house had already stopped publishing them.

The red-haired young man thought unhurriedly at that time, then read these two books first, and then slowly go to other stores to look for them. You can always find them.

When he walked out of the store, a three-colored cat ran past his feet.

As a result, a series of unexpected things happened.

When he couldn't find the second volume anyway, someone gave him the second volume, but tore up the last page of the ending.

It is up to him to write the ending of the story, the only means of keeping the work perfect. ①

So, he thought, let's try.

But how do you get started?

Can it really be done.

He thought about it for a long time, until when the gun was aimed at the back of the mission target's head, he still thought about it unconsciously.

It was precisely because of this moment of absentmindedness that the bullet was cut in half before it hit the ground and fell to the ground.

It was a very crisp sound.

Like the long knife in the hand of the knife holder, it was clear and bright, and it seemed to be buzzing.

The master smiled and wiped his nose.

"Not bad, Akane, you are indeed my magic weapon."

Name the knife?

Oda Sakunosuke didn't think much, maintained good habits, remained silent, and acted again with the idea of ​​"killing the mission target".

"I can't let you kill my client. It's a rare job. I also have to support my family here!"

Oda didn't care about him so much, with the help of supernatural powers, he dodged the cut knife, while retreating, lowered his center of gravity, rolled around to the rear, and was about to pull the trigger when he got up.

The young man whose identity was unknown but who was sure to be the protector of the target jumped in front of him at an incredible speed, and the long knife crossed, reflecting his calm blue eyes on the blade.

Like an ancient well, because of the cast light, a faint broken light rose from the fundus of his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, his upper body bent back, and dodged.

"Hey, this is too difficult."

Oda thought so too.

He had just come out of the police station not long ago, and the person who made him feel that he might not be able to handle it last time was Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The person in front of him may also be a person with supernatural powers.

But his instinct was not.

It's not the same as the superhuman.

The risk is completely greater than the return, and the price/performance ratio is super low.

When he came to such a conclusion, he thought of such a good idea like a blessing.

An idea that I have been vaguely aware of but have not been able to find a qualitative word for.

A person who takes the life of others is not qualified to write life, so, in order to write novels, he should not continue to kill people. ②

So, let's stop here for this commission.

Let it fail utterly.

The young man in sportswear saw that the killer in front of him suddenly lost his fighting spirit for no reason, so he didn't think much about it, but took the opportunity to run away with the client.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was left alone, blinked, a little confused.

He scratched his head, thought for a moment what he should do in the future, and stopped thinking about it.

Let's go to dinner first.

He was sitting in front of the bar in the restaurant, and when he was about to start eating the freshly made curry set meal, he was accosted by a boy sitting beside him.

Oda actually felt a little strange, after all, he hadn't noticed anyone beside him at all before.

"Hello." The light-haired boy was probably a little older than him, he narrowed his pure black eyes, and tilted his head to greet him.

Odasaku nodded, "Hello."

He already had a mouthful of curry rice on the spoon he was holding, but was still waiting for the other person to say something he might want to say.

Seeing this, the man waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you can eat first, I'm not in a hurry."

Hearing what he said, Oda continued to eat bit by bit.

Some weird teenagers just dragged their chins to watch him eat, without even a free glass of ice water in front of them.

The clerk probably didn't notice him.

Oda Sakunosuke thought while chewing.

"I'm Akane, what's your name?" He asked abruptly.

"...?" Oda was puzzled, but he swallowed the food in his mouth and replied, "Oda Sakunosuke."

"Oda Sakunosuke..." Akane fell back, leaned against the back of the chair, stood up suddenly, and snapped his fingers, "Then I'll call you Oda Saku."

"Ha...please feel free." Oda looked indifferent.

However, あかね (Akane)...

It seems that I have heard this name not long ago.

He rarely said anything that came to his mind.

"Are you that knife?"

"That's right!" He snapped his fingers again.

This is probably a habit learned from the boss.

"You are really a weirdo, most people don't think about this aspect." Mingyin looked into the distance and sighed.

"...It just feels like that." After finishing the last drop of curry, Odasaku wiped his mouth.

"...does it feel like this..."

"That..." Odasaku looked at him, "What do you want me for?"

The other party came back to his senses, thinking of something, "Ah, right, right, although it can be regarded as a normal competition in the industry, it does prevent you from completing the commission because of this, so I will give you a suggestion for a new job."

"Do you want to try to change jobs? Maybe you will be happier than now."

He held his chin and said with a smile.

Oda Tsukuru thought for a while, "I originally planned to change jobs, and I won't continue to be a killer..."

"Hey... would you mind telling me?"

Then Odasaku said honestly that he wanted to write a novel.

"Well... if you want to try it, just try it." Mingyin's tone was light and airy, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"But...how should I start..." Oda Saku scratched his head and organized his words, "I have only worked as an assassin all this time, and I only know this."

Mingyin looked at him quietly, listening to him succinctly talk about his troubles.

Ah, is this the little annoyance of puberty?

So, he came to be the dog-headed military advisor.

"You are still so young. If you have gone to school, you are only in the first or second grade of middle school. This is an age when life has not really started at all." He shook his index finger. "At this time, the shaping of personality is the In a critical period, what kind of person you will become in the future is still a completely blank unknown.”

"If you don't have the confidence to wash your hands and write novels, then you might as well set the standard a little higher."

"It's not just 'no more killing', but at the same time of not killing people, how about helping others, going to the side that saves people?"

"Try it."

"Just now, you didn't continue to insist on completing the work and killing that person, did you?"

Odasaku thought carefully for a long time with a blank face, and finally had a reaction.

But instead of agreeing or disagreeing, he asked an irrelevant question first.

"What is your name written?"

"Huh...?" I didn't expect this question to be asked, but for someone who doesn't know spells, it doesn't hurt to know, "write 'bright voice'."

"Like a handsome name that only appears in novels."

The red-haired boy showed a rare smile.

"I'll just try it."

Looking back on the matter now, Oda Saku feels that that was probably the beginning of his life.