How to raise Dazai gently

Araki Karuyo rubbed Dazai Osamu's slightly curly dark hair leaning on his chest, and combed the smooth and soft hair like cat hair lightly with his fingers, letting the messy and curled hair return to them Where it should have been.

As the leader of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai kept all the information top secret. Except for the leaders of the organizations who directly negotiated with him, no one knew his appearance, and none of the video materials leaked out.

But this highest defense against the head of the port mafia has failed to fend off those pretenders who want to dig up the information of the current head of the port mafia.

Dazai's order was quickly issued, and the name Araki Kongshi quietly appeared on the list of the port mafia, but except for a few specific people, no one knew that this person was Dazai's claimed lover.

But even if those organizations really dug up the name, they would not be able to find the information of Araki Kongshi - because this name was given by him, and this person was also summoned by him from the "book" of.

Osamu Dazai couldn't remember how many nights he had stayed up in order to maintain the mafia of the port. Information flow and balance calculations crumble in the mind.

However, during last Christmas, Osamu Dazai's spirit was vaguely about to fall off that dangerous thread and slide into the abyss of collapse, but before that happened, he sensed something was wrong with him, even though he was drunk, he came up with There is a solution.

And Araki Kongshi is the medicine that can free him from loneliness.

Not only that, because Araki Kongyo fit the man in the book according to his preferences, Dazai Osamu didn't have to worry about him betraying or hating him, and since he was summoned by himself, he didn't need the slightest bit of strength worry.

But just in case, Osamu Dazai took Araki Kongyo to the special training room in the port mafia building - he didn't call Nakahara Chuya, but the gravity user as the guard could only grit his teeth and keep up. Just in case the leader, a little lover who came out of nowhere, suddenly became violent and screwed off the head of this low-level port mafia boss to claim the reward.

He put his arms around his shoulders, and stood impatiently not far from Osamu Dazai, leaning his back against the cold wall of the training room, with a stinking face: "Boss, are you sure you want your 'lover' in this training room?" test?"

This training room is specially developed for supernatural beings. The captain of the Black Lizard Guerrilla Atsushi Nakajima left a lot of memories in this training room, and the deep marks on the walls of the training room are also the same. A testament to just how harsh the test' really is.

"Of course." Osamu Dazai said briskly, he touched Araki Kongyo's hair with a smile, feeling the silky soft hair flowing through his fingertips like running water.

"Empty World will not let me down, he is my lover?" The handsome port mafia leader smiled brightly. If this is a comic, the background dots are probably full of blooming irises.

'Where did you get the confidence! ? Zhong Yuan twitched and cursed secretly in his heart, but no matter how upset he was, Osamu Dazai was the current leader of the port mafia, and as a member of the port mafia, he had to respect and protect him.

"Hmph, since you said so, boss, then I will not be polite. I will not be responsible if I hurt him."

"Oh, I hate you, Chuya-kun, Kongyo is my lover, huh? What do you want to be responsible for him?"

Osamu Dazai teased with a smile, several veins popped out of Nakahara Chuya's forehead again, but his appearance of daring to speak out will only arouse Dazai Osamu's bad taste even more.

"Come on, Kongshi!"

Osamu Dazai took a few steps back and entered the safe zone, while Chuya Nakahara pressed the open button viciously.

——Anyway, Osamu Dazai was so confident, and the little black-haired lover didn't refute even a word, so Zhong Yuanzhong chose the hell difficulty mode by default.

If this little lover is not strong enough, Nakahara Chuya's strength can bring him out in time, if Araki Kongshi is strong enough... then the hard mode of hell is nothing, isn't it?

Osamu Dazai did not stop Nakahara Chuya from venting his anger a little bit, and it is also the responsibility of the leader to appropriately ease the emotions of his subordinates.

He stared at Araki Kongshi who was standing in the middle of the training room, seemingly not understanding what happened, his eyes were calm and serious.

He heard from the conversation between Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara that they wanted to test their own strength, and Osamu Dazai also said that he wanted to work hard.

What does refueling mean?Do you mean to go all out?But if Araki Kongyo exerts all his strength, not to mention this small training room, the entire building of the port mafia, and even the land where it stands, will definitely be shattered because he can't bear the power leaked out of.

Araki Kongyo, who didn't know the common-sense words in the human world, was a little puzzled, but he thought about it, after all, this was Dazai Osamu's request.

So he turned a blind eye to the bullets that hit him through the air and the cold blades that were shining with cold light, and his shallow lips opened slightly: "—— [shatter it]."

When these words overflowed from Araki Kongshi's mouth, the words followed, and everything that existed in the world followed the will of the Lord of All Things, cutting, cutting, and smashing for Him.

This scene appeared in front of Araki Kongyo's eyes: as he uttered these words, a fierce wind formed in the room, twisting the bullets and blades that hit him at strange angles into the eye of the wind, and then the invisible The power shattered it all into crumbs nowhere to be found.

'Ah, bad. '

Araki Kongyo opened a pair of deep black eyes, and his unblinking appearance became more and more like a doll.

'Seems overdone? '

What was smashed was not only the bullets and blades that hit him, but also the walls surrounding them and the floor they stepped on.

With Araki Kongshi as the center, the port mafia building, which is so strong that it can be called a steel fortress, seems to have experienced thousands of years. These artificial creations were covered with bright green moss in an instant, and then the moss withered and turned yellow, and The reinforced concrete weathered and collapsed together.

In Araki Kongshi's field of vision, the orange-haired, blue-eyed human with black-red light was running towards him stepping on the falling stones, while Osamu Dazai showed a slightly surprised expression.

There is no way around this. It is not easy for human beings to accurately crush an ant to death—it is a reason for Araki Kongyo's behavior at the moment.

"【recover.】"

Araki Kongshi once again spit out the will of commanding all things, and those creations without self-awareness fulfilled his wishes in trepidation, and then retreated quietly.

The scene of the end of the world and the collapse of everything seemed to be pressed by an invisible hand. Distorted and colorful blocks appeared, and the collapsed reinforced concrete, floors and walls were all gone. In the next second, they returned to their original position intact.

The members who fled in panic in the port mafia building just now were still sitting in their seats, working diligently for the development of the Communist Party, completely forgetting what happened.

The only ones who noticed it were Chuya Nakahara, whose identity was doubtful as a human, and Osamu Dazai, who was probably immune because of the ability of [Disqualification in the World].

"What was that just now?!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked vigilantly.

"It's Kongshi's ability~ It's similar to Yanling's supernatural ability." Dazai Osamu replied with a smile on behalf of Araki Kongyo, "Well, as expected of my little Kongshi, it's really amazing~~"

"Wait! This is already beyond the scope of the powerful?!" Zhong Yuan also frowned and growled, "Are you sure there is no problem with his identity?"

"Yeah, no problem." Osamu Dazai nodded briskly, "Sakura will not betray me."

Araki Kongyo also nodded: "I will not betray Dazai."

"I hate it~~ Koragi, aren't we all lovers? Isn't the name Dazai a little too cold?" Osamu Dazai moved to Araki Kongyo's side at some point, he stretched out his fingers and gently He poked the black-haired boy's cheek, and the smooth touch that seemed to suck his fingers in made him squint his eyes comfortably.

Araki Kongshi tilted his head, as if he understood something: "Understood, Aji."

"Ugh." Zhong Yuanzhong also heard their conversation, and for some reason subconsciously rubbed his arms, feeling that his whole body was about to itch.

He didn't bother to meddle in the conversation between the incumbent leader with a sick mind and his little lover's nasty person, so he resigned and turned to leave.

Before he left, he looked at Araki Kongshi with complicated eyes for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but due to the presence of Osamu Dazai, he finally walked away.

Of course Osamu Dazai knew what Nakahara was thinking too - it was nothing more than that Araki Kongyo was of the same kind as him.

In the Central Plains, it is also a carrier called the Ararataki God that was artificially created through experiments. Whether it is identity or strength, it is not on the same order of magnitude as ordinary humans, and the power that Araki Kongshi has just displayed, even if Dazai Osamu vaguely Using "Yan Ling" to fool the past can't dispel Chuya's doubts.

After all, if the power that can destroy the entire building in an instant can be said to be due to too powerful supernatural powers, then the ability to turn back time has completely entered the realm of high-dimensional gods.

That's right, Osamu Dazai has already noticed that the "recovery" that Araki Kongyo said does not mean restoring the broken and collapsed building to its original state, but restoring time to the moment before everything started.

It seems that my lover still has a lot of little secrets.

Osamu Dazai stroked Araki Kongyo's incredibly silky long hair gently with his fingers, thinking inwardly.