Ability name The Tale of Genji

Because Osamu Dazai leaned over suddenly, Genyuki leaned back and pressed his back against the car door.He knew that Mr. Dazai was always sensitive, and he didn't think about hiding his fear of Mr. Mori from Mr. Dazai, but he could also keep silent on such a topic.

"Mr. Dazai, this does not affect... the mission."

he said slowly.

"Can I not answer?"

It was rare for him to refuse to continue the conversation. Osamu Dazai only saw him lower his eyelashes, pretending to take a rest, but the tips of his eyelashes trembling uncomfortably revealed all his uneasy thoughts.Yuan Xiwu's good looks have no dead ends, and she is diligent in her job. Even if her mind is unstable today, she still insists on going to class.Osamu Dazai then smiled, leaned back on his seat, and said lazily.

"Of course, this has nothing to do with the task. You have the right to keep silent."

"but……"

"It doesn't mean I won't look it up, I must know what I want to know."

The tip of the eyelashes, which was closely observed by Osamu Dazai, trembled a few times, and then stopped moving. Osamu Dazai felt that this was probably similar to a small animal's feigning death.

Playing dead is no use.

Sending Genyuki Kiri to class, Osamu Dazai, like a conscientious and boring parent, began to call the teacher...ah no, call the slug.After one failed, he patiently played the second, and then the third.Finally, the third call was answered angrily by Zhong Yuan on the other end.

It sounds like a mission is going on over there, with explosions and ground cracks everywhere.

"Mackerel! It's busy here, don't you realize?! If there's nothing serious, I'll sink you into the bay!"

"Wow, it's scary, I was scared." Osamu Dazai was on the phone with one hand, his eyes fixed on his other hand, as if a flower had bloomed on it, "I was going to tell you about Yugiri's recent situation, He can't call you when he's on a mission, right? What a pity, I was frightened by you, and I forgot about Yugiri all at once."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "Remember it quickly! What happened to Yugiri? Why did Mr. Mori tell me you were going to send him to debut?!"

Oh, has this been reported back to Yokohama?Well, he remembered that Slug was very rich, so he would be happy to give Xiwu krypton gold, so rounding it up means giving him krypton gold, and rounding it up means he made all of Slug's money.

"Yes."

Then there is no more text, because I was scared and forgot.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He kills the bastard!Yugiri's character must have been bullied by this bastard!

"Forget it, everything is going well here, I called you to ask one thing."

The battle in Zhongya in the Central Plains seemed to be over, the explosions stopped, only the faint sound of wind.In this wind, Chuya Zhongya's voice came from the phone.

"what?"

"The past of Yuan Xiwu, and the past few years when he entered the port of Mafia, what did he do specifically?"

"..."

There was a long silence on the phone, and just when Osamu Dazai started to "Hello", Nakahara Nakahara spoke slowly.

"Really, you don't remember anymore."

"Remember what?"

Nakahara didn't answer his question either. The morning sun in Yokohama shone on him. He was standing on the top of the container. The wind blew his windbreaker up and down, and the brim of his hat trembled slightly.The sound of steamships and vehicles shuttling back and forth made the whole port very lively, but Nakahara Zhongya felt as if he had returned to the quiet scene more than a year ago.

That was after the Dragon Head War ended, and after briefly treating his injuries, he received Mr. Sen's order to go to another ward.Osamu Dazai was already there, leaning against the wall with a tired face, as if he felt that the convening after the great war had seriously delayed his jumping into the river.

The two of them entered the ward together. Mr. Mori was already waiting there, and a boy with black hair and purple pupils was sitting on the bed.The thick bandage on his forehead made him look pale and weak. His hands were clutching the quilt tightly, and a mobile phone was buckled upside down on the quilt, as if he had just finished a call.

Nakahara only felt that the boy was extremely beautiful, almost like a star active on the stage, and Dazai Osamu next to him was yawning boredly one after another.

"...the leader?" Nakahara Chuya also made a doubtful voice, and Mori Ogai smiled at him.

"Chuya, Dazai, thank you for coming here." The leader of Mafia at the port looked at the young man on the hospital bed, and when he met his gaze, the young man lowered his head deeply.

"Besides making my [Double Black] more eye-catching than ever before, the Dragon Head War also has unexpected gains."

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko brought a special ranger, and when they were attacking a small stronghold, they encountered resistance—"

"Total extinction."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head in surprise, but the boy on the hospital bed trembled more obviously.

"It's him, Yuan Xiwu."

"I called you here to ask, Chuya, Dazai, if you don't have any direct subordinates, then... who wants to take him?"

"...No, it's so troublesome." Osamu Dazai dragged his tone, turned around and left completely uninterested, "I don't want to take the child."

He really didn't want to take it with him, and when he went out, there was no one there. Zhongyuan Zhong also shouted at him angrily, and finally had to turn back.

"I……"

He wanted to refuse at first, but the boy raised his head, and his misty dark purple eyes were filled with water vapor.

From that day on, Zhongyuan Zhong also gained the best subordinates.

"...That's probably the case, you really forgot." Nakahara Nakaya knew what kind of person Dazai Osamu was, and didn't expect him to remember such things, "But Yugiri is already my subordinate! Very helpful Right? You don’t allow Xiao to even think about it!”

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He slightly, a little bit, regretted it.

If I had accepted it at the beginning, wouldn't it be possible to just lie down every day and the work would be done automatically?

"And then?" Dazai Osamu was worthy of being Dazai Osamu, and quickly shook off that emotion, "After that, what mission is Yuan Xiwu doing?"

This time, Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent for a long time.

"I'll give you a list tonight."

"You'll know it when you see it."

***

After a day of training, Yuan Xiwu returned to the apartment.The date of recording the song is getting closer and closer. After recording the song, the first show will not be far away, and then the debut concert will also be arranged.Thinking of that scene, Yuan Xiwu felt that his heart was not in a good mood.

and……

He looked at his mobile phone, his fingertips were trembling, but he still didn't dare to let go.

Mr. Sen will definitely call tonight.

Yuan Xiwu glanced at Osamu Dazai who was sitting at the dining table, still holding documents in his hand, and empty boxes of canned crab meat were piled up on the table.The familiar scene calmed his mind a little, Yuan Xiwu said something to Mr. Dazai, then walked into his room and locked it.

He buried himself in the blanket, waiting for that nightmarish call.

In the restaurant, Osamu Dazai dropped the last document and typed it to Chuya Nakahara.Even though he had already been scolded in the afternoon, saying that if he dared to call him again in the evening when he had a task, he would be poured into a mackerel concrete pillar, Osamu Dazai still beat him.

"There are hundreds of people in these files, all killed by Yuan Xiwu?"

"...Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong, who was just about to get angry, lowered his tone, "Although he is my subordinate in name, most of the tasks are still assigned by the leader himself, and almost all of them... are related to murder."

Dazai smiled mockingly.

"So, the Cursed Slayer at Port Mafia?"

"..."

"As expected of Mr. Sen."

"..."

"As long as you have strong negative emotions, can you cast a powerful curse..." Dazai Osamu pondered, suddenly, he thought of something.

Speaking of which, today is actually considered...

He hung up the phone with a "click" and came to Yuan Xiwu's room.Gently probing with his fingertips, Osamu Dazai confirmed that the room was locked.

But what use is the anti-lock to him?

As Yuan Xiwu predicted, the phone rang.He kept his superficial composure to answer the phone, and the voice on the other end was something he had heard in countless nightmares.

"Mr. Xiwu, I heard the report on what happened today."

"You killed the suffering person who was dying, and you also killed the curse spirit, so you have accumulated some negative emotions, right?"

"I have a task here, and it won't delay your time too much."

Kind words, terrible words.Yuan Xiwu had to hold the other hand with one hand to barely control her trembling.At this time, he was already used to things. His curse killing requires negative emotions. The stronger the emotion, the stronger the power. If the emotion is strong enough to a certain extent, group curse killing is not a problem.

Mr. Sen, on the other hand, knows how to control his emotional changes.

Just as the task target's name was coming from the other end of the phone, Yuan Xiwu's breathing stopped, and at this moment, his door was suddenly opened——

The hem of the ill-fitting black coat fluttered, and the young man with iris eyes walked in, moving a little faster than usual.He still had a smile on his face, but Yuan Xiwu just knew that Mr. Dazai seemed...very angry.

Osamu Dazai took Yuan Xiwu's cell phone, weighed it in his hand, and faced the window.

call out--

Click!

The mobile phone smashed the glass and rushed out of the high-rise apartment building, drawing a beautiful parabola, followed by the sound of shattering on the ground.

Yuan Xiwu looked blankly at Mr. Dazai who suddenly broke into the room, he remembered that he had locked the door.

"It's as if debuting is a very easy thing." Osamu Dazai was very dissatisfied, "Yugiri, no matter whether you have a part-time job while doing other people's tasks, with me, you don't even think about part-time job before you debut."

Yuan Xiwu looked at the window, then at Osamu Dazai, and fell silent.

"What's your answer?"

"Mr. Dazai..."

"what?"

"...throwing objects from a height is illegal."

"..."

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Mr. Mori on the other end of the phone: ...It seems that there is a wind blowing in my ears.