【Allson】unpredictable

(Fives)

Not long after the resurrection of the ancestors event ended.

Once again clearly rejecting Natsume Soseki's suggestion, Mori Ogai moved his eyes to the silver-haired man standing upright next to Natsume, with a slightly cold expression on his face.

"Mr. Natsume doesn't need to talk to me anymore, I'm not interested in those things, I just want to live a good life, that's all."

Being rejected mercilessly by the younger generation again, the old man felt a little embarrassed.

"If it's not that you really can't pick a suitable candidate, do you think the old man is willing to pester you?" Natsume said angrily, and then he got up and left while clenching the gentleman's cane.

Fukuzawa Yukichi has been frowning tightly from the beginning until now. Before leaving, he glanced at Mori Ogai who was still sitting firmly in his seat, and unexpectedly met the other party's bloody purple eyes, and said The man with a cold face responded with a polite smile, as if deliberately trying to make him unhappy, he silently mouthed something to him:

'Still the same prudence, Silver Wolf'

The expression of the man called Silver Wolf stiffened immediately, he turned around, and followed his teacher in front of him with big strides like a scourge, leaving a slight sound of cloth tearing through the air.

Mori Ogai sneered, stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body, and left this 'secret base' in the opposite direction

A dozen years ago--

Mori Ogai, who has just graduated from the Faculty of Medicine at Tokyo University, bears the high hopes given by his mother, and goes to the army to learn various combat skills. His future goal is to serve the motherland and win the war as a part of the upcoming war.

After finishing his studies, Mori Ogai went back to his hometown to visit his mother, but got the news that his mother had died.

Countless suspicious points that were difficult to detect were seen by him, and the terminally ill report given by the hospital seemed to be an absurd lie.

Saddened by the silent death of a loved one he admired, he found out the truth.The mother who worked for the government/government was accidentally killed by the government/government due to unclear evidence. Mori Ogai's goal was broken when he learned the reason. War is the work of the national government/government. He no longer wants to dedicate himself as a soldier without reservation own everything.

This period of purposeless depression caused Mori Ogai to awaken his abilities. He summoned Alice and set her as a tough caregiver. In his heart, Alice and his mother's personality are seventy percent similar.

During the period, in order to discredit the government for Mori Ogai not to reveal the secrets that should not be revealed, the opponent sent an outstanding swordsman "Silver Wolf" to kill him.

"Compared to me, you are more despicable, Your Excellency Silver Wolf." Mori Ogai smiled, he rarely showed such cruelty that could be called a lunatic, the curved corners of his mouth formed a sharp contrast with the hatred in his eyes In contrast, since then, the silver-white metal that has made Fuze's neck not far from the main artery is colder.

The scalpel was held by the doctor's hand, a few drops of silver wolf's blood stuck to the white glove, and Sen's body was also painted, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he let the scratched mouth gush out black and red Come.Alice didn't intervene at the side, watching the battle with inorganic eyes like a sculpture.

"Fight with a scalpel, you are such a frivolous guy." Fukuzawa Yukichi sarcastically clutched the gunshot wound in his abdomen.He didn't refute Sen's words, as if he knew the inside story.

The other party's calm and self-sufficient appearance was particularly hateful to Mori Ogai, and he couldn't help but use force, leaving a light red mark on Silver Wolf's neck... In an instant, blood dripped, flowed across the neck, across the collarbone, and penetrated deep into the interior .

"Frivolous...?" Mori Ogai looked indifferently at Fukuzawa's sharp eyes, and gradually pulled down the smile on his face, "Killing a person like you has no meaning at all. If you change the way... you will feel ashamed Bar."

"What do you want to do?" Fukuzawa Yukichi tensed his muscles vigilantly. Mori's scalpel was mixed with material during the battle just now. Even if he wanted to move, he was powerless, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Torturing you with the 'frivolity' you just said."

Mori Ogai withdrew the scalpel and dragged Fukuzawa into the Japanese room.Alice sensed something, looked at her holder with a complicated expression, and retreated silently.

……

'...Heh...what the hell...who is more frivolous...Silver Wolf'

Until now, more than ten years later, Fukuzawa Yukichi can still think of the words of shame.

Indeed, compared to his embarrassment at that time, that guy Mori Ogai... had a cold expression.

It is marked that the kind of Qi. Extravagance is just a malicious revenge.Mixed with the smell of blood..., it's more like a one-sided output game.

(six)

Time passed quickly, and the leading war was gradually quelled by the three forces, and the boss made a fortune.Osamu Dazai, who played a big role, became the youngest cadre in the Communist Party, and brought back Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Akutagawa Yin to apply as Dazai's subordinates and was personally guided by him.Chuya Nakahara was the captain of Dazai's guerrilla unit for the second time. He often came to Mori Ogai to complain about how annoying Dazai was, unknowingly treating Mori as a close elder who could reveal a little secret.

Like many hot-blooded young manga, Chuya's growth process is also mixed with blood and tears, loss and betrayal.The current Zhongye-jun is completely different from the youthful yelling and not knowing how to restrain his temper a few years ago.Even if it is a complaint, it is an inadvertent complaint, a symbol of trust in the person in front of him.

Mori Ogai happened to have a moment of free time, he relaxed his shoulders, and leaned against the slope of the desk, "I didn't expect Dazai-kun to be a cadre."

"That guy..." Zhong also curled his lips, "Although he doesn't like him, he is indeed capable."

"Chuya-kun, please do your best." Mori Ogai said with a smile.

"Of course, I think that as long as I show myself in front of the leader, the naturally vacant cadre position is mine." He is very confident and has this ability, so he doesn't appear arrogant.

It's a pity that the leader Chuya mentioned was killed half a month later, and Osamu Dazai succeeded to the throne. There was a big change within the Communist Party, and the party that wanted to oppose was suppressed in an instant. Presumably, it was well prepared to do this quickly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also became a cadre as he wished, but he was still overwhelmed by Osamu Dazai.

"Ah, that bastard taunted me as soon as he became the leader! Damn bandaged suicidal man!... hiccup."

The red-haired young man cursed vaguely, his tongue was a little too big for drinking.

He was drinking at an unknown bar, and sitting across from him was Mori Ogai, who was wearing a white coat that hadn't changed for thousands of years. Next to him was Alice in a black dress who was finally breathing heavily, accompanying Mori.

Seeing that Zhongya was boldly holding a bottle of red wine with a strong alcohol content and intending to blow on the bottle, Mori Ogai stopped him with a black face.

Chuya's strength is not small. Mori Ogai is not a light guy to snatch the bottle from him, but Alice and him together have the opposite effect, making this drunk guy start to "distinguish between friend and foe".

"...Don't stop me! I'm going to beat that mackerel—"

Then in a burst of confusion, the liquid in the wine bottle was all spilled on Mori Ogai's clothes, and the white shirt felt completely cool.The fabric stained with red wine is wet and red. It seems that this shirt is serious.

When the bartender came here in a hurry to inquire about the situation, Mori Ogai could only smile awkwardly and say that this is not a big problem, please trouble them to deal with it themselves.

"Your clothes..." Maybe the bartender blushed when he saw something, "There are clean towels in front of the bar, sir, would you like to wipe them..."

"Thank you for your kindness...but we'll be leaving soon, don't bother."

After some good talk, the bartender went back to the bar.

Next time, I will definitely not drink with Nakaya-kun.

Mori Ogai looked at Nakaya-kun who was already soundly asleep from the rearview mirror of the car, and sighed helplessly.

The wet shirt was sticky. It was a bit uncomfortable on the skin, and the tie was a bit strangled. Mori Ogai pulled the tie and pulled the collar to let it breathe.

The man skillfully lit the cigarette, thinking about the recent situation, and felt that things were moving too fast.

Even he didn't expect that Osamu Dazai participated in Natsume's three moment conception, for what reason?The young misanthrope who had gotten along with him for many years had already given him some insight into his temperament.

"Master, it's better not to smoke."

Alice, who was sitting in the co-pilot, reminded her, her tone was as unemotional as ever, revealing a familiar toughness.

Mori Ogai was stunned for a while, as if he had realized something, he turned his head and stared at the blond hair and blue eyed lady in a black dress, with warmth in her eyes, "I know, Alice-chan."

It was like reliving the obedience to orders in his childhood, obediently poking out the cigarette that hadn't been lit for a few minutes in the ashtray.

"We need to send Zhongye-jun back first." Then he put into gear and drove steadily on the road.