The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Kuroro hasn't had such a long dream for a long time.

He saw the scene of Meteor Street that he hadn't seen for more than ten years.

At dusk, the garbage that is blown by the wind, the residents sitting weakly in the corner of the garbage-filled block basking in the sun, and the children running and chasing garbage for fun...

That's where he grew up and loved, and where the Phantom Troupe first started.

【nameless. 】

Kuroro heard that in his dream, he smiled at the silver-haired boy next to him and said: [One day, you will know how wrong you are.We are the children of Meteor Street, and we have been branded Meteor Street since we were abandoned as garbage on Meteor Street, adapted to the rules, and worked hard to survive. 】

【You want to get rid of it?impossible.You thought you got rid of Meteor Street, but you just dumped your armor.If you insist on living the life of a so-called ordinary person after leaving Meteor Street, for the sake of our acquaintance over the years, I can only advise you——]

[For those abandoned by the gods, putting down their swords is tantamount to being slaughtered by the neck. 】

However, the silver-haired young man didn't take it seriously, his blue eyes sparkled with light: 【I can't choose whether to be abandoned into Meteor Street, but from the moment I walk out of Meteor Street, the decision rests with me.And what I choose is the life of ordinary people. 】

Ah... so it was that time, he almost forgot it was so long ago.

Kuroro stood in his dream, but strangely watched everything happening from a third perspective.The immature face of the deceased made him suddenly realize that he had actually dreamed about the boyhood of his previous life.

Shortly after talking with the old man, the few people whose mind ability had finally grown enough to break through the outer limits of Meteor Street chose to leave Meteor Street.He led the Phantom Troupe to explore all the things that interested them in this world, but the old man went in the opposite direction and lost all news.

until that night...

"Kurolo, if you don't wake up again, I don't mind using the waste."

The smiling voice of the interest partner seems to come from a long distance, revealing an ethereal sense of unreality.

But it also successfully awakened Kuroro.

His eyelashes trembled, and when he slowly opened his eyes, what he saw was the delicate face of his partner of interest.

"Fyodor..."

As if he had a big dream that spanned two periods of life and spanned life and death, Kuroro still had a sense of confusion that he had not fallen into reality, and his voice was rough and hoarse when he didn't use it for a long time.

The young man wearing a fur hat seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, even in the indoors he covered himself with a furry coat.

He raised his eyebrows, walked to Kurolo and said, "I thought you would wake up faster. Why, are you dreaming?"

"Ah."

Kuroro squeezed out a single sound from his throat, then raised his hand and placed it across his eyes, revealing a rare trace of indulgent nostalgia.

"I dreamed of an old man. He was my old friend. I thought he would understand my ideals—this is one of the few wrong judgments I made. Later, he became my sworn enemy."

Kuroro's dry lips parted, showing a mocking smile: "A person who has been struggling with death and blood all day long to survive from birth, actually said something to forget everything before, and live as an ordinary person." Life...is ridiculous."

Fyodor stroked his slender fingers thoughtfully, and pondered: "Is it a side effect of the supernatural power, the dream. As the price for you to recover from that kind of near-death injury, as a pictographic meaning to let you Dreaming about old things, symbolizes [resurrection]?"

"But I'm really relieved that you can wake up." He smiled and said, "Otherwise, I'll have material to make a trap for next time—the conjurers in Tokyo seem to be looking for you."

After Fyodor realized from the conversation with Kuroro that he was stumbling on the prey called Gojo Satoru and could not concentrate on Yokohama, he immediately judged that Kuroro alone would not be able to use his plan. Advance on time.So he rushed to Japan from Russia, ready to do it himself.

After making some arrangements in Yokohama, Fyodor is also going to pay attention to the progress of his partners.

However, the result was beyond his expectation.

Ten years of getting along with each other made him very familiar with Kuroro's behavior style, so the abnormal gas explosion in Tokyo caught his attention. After investigating, he found traces left by Kuroro's ability to read.

Yokohama has entered the winter, and Fyodor, who doesn't like the cold, stays in his temporary residence in Yokohama. While using the Internet to send a small gift to the port mafia as a temptation and greeting, he invaded the Tokyo municipal government. The monitoring system, watching Kuroro's progress,

A night of abnormal monitoring made Fyodor's danger instinct radar frantically ringing.

——Although he trusted Kuroro's ability and judgment, from the monitoring point of view, shortly after Gojo Satoru appeared and attacked Kuroro, another strange figure appeared on the street after the two left.

Before Fyodor could see the man's face clearly, the huge flame enveloped the man completely.This anomaly made him amazed but also full of interest, so he frequently called and switched the municipal monitoring, and kept tracking the figure of the man until the flame completely disappeared from the monitoring of downtown Tokyo.

Because the direction the person left coincided with Kuroro's trajectory, Fyodor thought for a moment, and immediately set off from Yokohama to the place where the monitoring disappeared, and successfully obtained a satellite on the way. With the authority to use it, I can clearly see what happened in the mountains and forests from the sky, and accurately locate it.

But when Fyodor arrived, he was still a step too late.

Fyodor watched from a distance as the knife in the hand of the man wrapped in flames moved to Kuroro's back in an instant, and pierced through his heart.

During the explosion of mana power, he made a decisive decision. Using the power and dust generated by the explosion as a cover, he fished out Kuroro, who had lost too much blood and fell into a coma in shock, from the explosion, and quickly evacuated the scene.

"Do you know the person who pierced your heart?" Fyodor asked with great interest, "He is really a strong person. When I brought you back, your injury was so severe that your heartbeat almost stopped. .This is probably the worst injury you have suffered in ten years?"

Kuroro got up slowly with his hands on the bed, and he raised his hand to touch his chest.

The skin there was smooth, and there was no trace of any serious injury at all. However, the coldness and pain of being pierced through the heart by the knife that night still remained in the muscle memory, which made him palpitate for a moment.

"But this is not the first time I have felt this way." Kuroro's voice was low: "Ten years ago, when I died for the first time, I was also seriously injured in the same way."

"And..." He frowned, but the next words disappeared in his throat.

Kuroro remembered the last pair of eyes he saw before he lost consciousness.

Blue, full of hatred and fury, exactly the same as the last sight of his mortal enemy ten years ago in the Catacombs.

Kuroro was suspicious.

Whether it's those eyes, or the Meteor Street aura that that person carries that makes him nostalgic, or the past with his old friend that he dreamed about in his unconscious dream...

——In this world, will there be two identical leaves?

Now that he survived the big explosion in the Catacombs ten years ago, and appeared in the Far East to regain his life.Couldn't that old man?

Could it really be him...

"No name." Kuroro covered his heart with his hands, and murmured the man's name in a low voice.

Fyodor thoughtfully got up and left, giving his interest partner who was inexplicably stuck in memory a little space to relax.

"By the way, Kuroro." As soon as he walked out of the room, Fyodor turned around and re-entered the door, saying: "I have saved the satellite surveillance video from that night, maybe it can help you identify the person who hurt you .”

"During the time you were in a coma, Gojo Satoru did not return to the High School of Conjuration or Gojo's house, and all the intelligence networks lost his trace. But since he has taken precautions, it may take a long time for you to seize his ability. It's a lot harder."

"Also." Fyodor's grape-red eyes were stained with anticipation, and his smile was as handsome as the upper limit of human definition, but without the slightest warmth.

He said happily: "Because I was eager to save you, I could only use a supernatural ability that I was still exploring, and there might be some side effects—I don't know too well, maybe the dream you had before was part of it."

"In order for me to better explore this ability, if there are any side effects in the future, please let me know."

Kurolo replied with an elegant smile: "Maybe you still need my help about Yokohama?"

Fyodor blinked, put on a harmless smile again and said: "Ah... don't worry, we are an unbreakable alliance of interests. I am not the kind of person who will kill partners of interests."

The two pairs of eyes met each other, each suppressed some dangerous thoughts, and silently reached a new agreement.

·

The fact that Ran Kazamain went back to work in the port mafia was too insignificant to be worth paying attention to.But it was a pleasant surprise for many bottom-level members who often went in and out of the headquarters building.

"Kazamain, you really don't plan to buy a lottery ticket? Good guy, this is really life and death." The commissioner of the personnel department was surprised and delighted, and the adults who were used to life and death were almost ashamed in public cried out.

It's not his fault.

These two months have been tough enough for all Yokohama residents.The port mafia has become numb to death and injury, and everyone has lost too many friends and colleagues they knew.

In the eyes of the personnel department commissioner, Kazama Yonlan who "resurrected" for the second time was nothing short of a miracle.

"The few people who used to eat ramen together before, only the two of us are left alive."

The HR specialist sighed, and after helping Feng Jianyuan Lan go through various procedures for her reinstatement, he glanced left and right, approached Kazama Yuan Lan and said in a low voice, "You sent me a message saying that you were proposing a dead member at the bottom. I have notified the commissioners of all departments about the burial as soon as possible, that is, in the past two days, all departments will submit applications. It is estimated that there will be results soon."

Kazama Yonlan wore a warm light blue knit jacket over the uniform suit uniform, and his silver-white half-length hair fell on his shoulders, making him look like a university student rather than a gang member, young and gentle.

He is still the low-level member who won't attract anyone's disgust and attention, and is easy to get along with. He has no ambitions and just keeps his post securely. But it is precisely because of this that all the middle and low-level members are willing to trust him and make friends with him. .

Kazamain Lan lowered her eyes with a sad expression: "Too many people have already died... Although low-level members like us can't do anything for those people, at any rate, we can do our part to make them as soon as possible." Burial, let the living feel at ease."

The commissioner of the personnel department sighed, and his good impression of Kazama Yuanlan was raised a level, and the unilateral friendship deepened.

"I haven't thanked you yet, I'll invite you to eat ramen together someday." Lan Kazama said with a smile.

"Hi!" The HR commissioner waved his hand, not paying attention: "Don't look at me as a small commissioner, but doesn't it depend on little people like us to coordinate the various departments? I can't do anything else, the port mafia I still know the commissioners of all departments, big and small. It’s just a message, and besides, it’s for our own consideration, and your proposal from Kazamain is also our heartfelt voice.”

He smiled wryly: "I'm sure I'll die one day, but I won't be able to be buried for a long time, so there's no difference between helping you and helping me. The other commissioners think the same way."

Not long after Kazamain smiled and said goodbye to the commissioner of the personnel department, as expected, an order was issued directly from the office of the head of the logistics department, and all dead members could be buried as soon as possible.

The comrades in the department where Oda Sakunosuke works will be buried in two days.

It was a fine and sunny day.

Oda Sakunosuke, who received a call from his boss, listened, holding the phone for a long time, unable to regain his senses.

Kazamain...he really didn't break his promise.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was still at home on vacation, called Ran Kazamain who was at work, and wanted to thank him solemnly.

But was rejected again by Kazama Yuanlan.

"Odasaku, I'm a liar full of lies."

Kazama Yardan's voice was frequency-converted through the phone signal, with a sense of unreality, but extremely sincere: "But even a liar has a heart."

"What I promised you will definitely be done. The promise I made to you will be fulfilled even if I die, even if I crawl on my knees."

Kazamain Lan's voice was very soft, as fragile as if a gust of wind would blow it away: "So, try to trust me, Odasaku, I am the embrace you can rely on."

——So, love me, Odasaku.

I am a person from Meteor Street who climbed out of the mud step by step and defeated death. I can't live a normal life, and I can't learn how ordinary people love.

But I am always trying to speak my longing and my love in a way that you will accept.

Please let me hold you and be everything to each other.

On the other side of the phone, Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a long time.

Just when Ran Kazama sighed in her heart, feeling that she was still being pushed too hard and wanted to change the subject to ease the atmosphere, Oda Sakunosuke spoke again.

"I……"

Oda Sakunosuke's voice was astringent, but he continued after a short pause: "You asked me that day if I would like to be with you."

"I don't have an exact answer for you."

"So you took a step back and asked me if I would like to live with you."

"But today, I'm not going to ask you to take another step back."

"The courtyard is beautiful in the wind."

Oda Sakunosuke took a deep breath, his heart beating like a drum, but he still mustered up his courage and said, "I will give you the exact answer."

"—I am willing to be with you."

The voice came out, and both sides of the phone fell into silence at the same time.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't hear anything in his ears, only his own violent heartbeat, "thumping" filled the entire ear canal.

After the first sentence was uttered, all the hesitation and fear just now disappeared in an instant.

Oda Sakunosuke felt as if his whole body had fallen into a hot spring, or a soft cloud.

He knew exactly what he was doing, but apart from the urge to tell everything to Kazama Yonlan, he didn't have any fear or regret.

——Exchanging sincerity for sincerity, he is not a grass.He has indeed received the love that Kazama Yonlan flows in her daily words and deeds and every inch of detail.

"Kazama Court Lane, I am willing to give you my trust, my life and my back. Not only to live under the same roof, I am willing to be with you until one of us gets tired and terminates—but I promise, I I won't get tired of living with you, as long as you don't stop, even a lifetime is fine."

"I will love you as I love my life. Whether you decide to walk in the dark or live a normal life with three meals a day, I will not let you walk alone, and I will not let you lose your way in the dark. If you love the sun, I will search for the light with you."

"——Yuan Kazama, I am willing."

Kazama Yonlan was standing in a secluded place outside the headquarters building, her hands shaking while holding her mobile phone, and she couldn't even stop breathing unconsciously, she couldn't believe that happiness came so suddenly.

What will it be like when the big surprise comes?

Can't breathe, can't speak.All nerves and muscles shut down, brain and heart disappear into nothingness, all means of expression are forgotten.Only the soul is stripped of the body and bathed in strong light, as if returning to the original life.

Only the soul.

Only the soul.

That was the first time a person abandoned by gods who had no faith felt the glory of faith.

——From this moment on, he has the only love and faith.

The beast returns to the forest, and the goshawk builds its nest.

Since then, he has a home in this world.The place called Oda Sakunosuke is his shelter.

It was called Oda Sakunosuke, a peerless treasure.

Kazamain Lan opened her mouth, her dexterous tongue that could spit out lotus flowers on weekdays lost all its effectiveness, and she couldn't even make the simplest single sound.

He was trembling slightly, but he didn't say anything, but smiled and shed tears.

That handsome face was distorted, half crying and half laughing, everything was out of order under ecstasy.

"Odasaku. Odasaku..." He cried and laughed, only whispering Odasaku's name over and over again.

Oda Sakunosuke responded over and over again, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes.

Kazama Yonlan raised her hand to cover her eyes, to block her out-of-control expression, but her words were full of tenderness, like knocking over a honey jar.

"My God, at such an important moment, I can't hug you, kiss you, I can only miss you over the phone."

Oda Sakunosuke blushed, hurriedly said "You'll be off work soon, aren't you?", and hung up the phone.

Kazama Yardan laughed softly.