In order to draw manga, I acted all over the world

Tobio came back with a box of handmade shortbread, and saw a blond boy sitting across from his seat.

The boy was sitting upright, with his hands flat on the table, giving him a rather well-behaved feeling.

"Hi, I'm Giorno Giobana."

"Oh." Tobio turned his head to look at Oda Kazuyuki. He was typing with his mobile phone, his expression was cold, and he didn't seem to want to pay attention to Giorno.

Tobio smiled unconsciously, and put the cardboard box in front of Oda Kazuyuki.

Oda Kazuyuki looked at the awkward atmosphere of the two, and instinctively wanted to smooth things over.

"Tobio, Giorno will be with us at night."

"Why?" Tobio was dissatisfied.

Oda Kazuyuki said: "Giorno is a stand-in messenger, and he is the kind of self-awakening."

He wanted Tobio to realize the value of Giorno, but in Tobio's perception, he did not have a stand-in messenger, and the Crimson King was bestowed upon him by Diablo.

Tobio immediately retorted as if he had been poked in a sore foot, "So what? There are plenty of people with substitutes."

He glared at Giorno: "That's fine with Bugarati, bringing such an inexperienced person to Gin is simply embarrassing to the boss."

Oda Kazuyuki looked at Tobio and felt that his reaction was not right.

At this time, Giorno said in a deep voice: "Mr. Tobio is right, I am indeed inexperienced, and I cannot provide you with effective help, but I still want to go."

"If you want to go, we will take you there? Who do you think you are!" Tobio continued to be excited.

"I'm just an ordinary person, but I've wanted to join the organization since I was a child! I know it's unreasonable to say these things now, so no matter what you ask me to do, I will do it..."

Tobio was taken aback: "You wanted to join the organization since you were a child?"

Giorno said, "Yes, I have a dream—"

Oda and Yukio: "Okay, don't mention your dream."

Saying in front of Diablo that the dream is to overthrow the organization and change Italy, isn't that courting death?

"You told me just now that you are only 15 years old?" he asked Giorno.

Giorno nodded.

Oda Kazuyuki pondered, his 15-year-old personality is so calm, even if he was rejected by Tobio, he did not waver, but insisted on his own ideas... Giorno is stronger than he thought.

After thinking for a moment, Oda Kazuyuki said, "Giorno, we can take you with us, but you must be obedient."

"no problem!"

Because of Giorno's words "I wanted to join the organization since I was a child", Tobio didn't object anymore, and he seemed to hear the voice of his boss: "Jioruno is not bad."

Of course, if Diablo knew what Giorno really wanted to do after joining the organization, he wouldn't say such things.

It was getting close to night, and the scenery on both sides of the street became blurred. Oda Kazuyuki opened the paper box Tobio brought back, saw the long biscuits mixed with nuts and chocolate inside, and snapped the box closed again.

"Let's take this to Gin."

Tobio was puzzled: "That's it?"

How can you say that Gin is also a representative of the Black Organization, shouldn't he bring something better?

"That's fine."

Eating more nuts is good for hair health, especially Gin's long hair. Oda Kazuko happily called the waiter to check out. Giorno took the initiative to pick up the paper box and asked curiously, "What is Gin?"

Oda Kazuyuki glanced at him, and said with a half-smile: "He is the kind of ruthless and murderous organization member you imagined."

Giorno looked serious, and Oda Kazuyuki warned: "Don't talk nonsense, or he will really draw a gun and kill you."

Tobio asked, "You seem to be very familiar with gin?"

Tobio is always very keen in strange places, Oda Kazuyuki said: "I don't know him well, I just heard others mention him."

The time for the appointment was getting closer, Oda and Yuki took a taxi to the basement bar, and just as they got out of the car, they saw a slender figure leaning against the wall.

Bugarat put his arms around his chest, and was about to say hello to Oda Kazuyuki, when he saw Giorno behind him, his face changed slightly.

Even though Giorno was not wearing a school uniform, Bugarati could still feel the clean breath on him, not like a gangster at all.

"What's the matter with him?" Bukara asked.

His tone was not friendly at all. After being questioned twice in a row, Giorno still patiently explained: "I insisted on coming, I really want to join the organization."

"Little devil, this is not a place for you to mess around!"

Feeling that Bugarati would tell Giorno to go back and study hard in the next second, Oda Kazuyuki interrupted him.

"The time is almost up, let's go in and talk."

Not giving Bugarat a chance to object, Oda Kazuyuki pushed open the door of the underground bar.

The doorway was pitch-black, and several blue-gray steps extended down until it reached the end of the darkness, very much like a black-clothed organization.

Oda Kazuyuki raised his foot and walked in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Giorno looking around behind him, and touched the solid wood door frame with his hands.

Going down the steps, Oda Kazuyuki saw the dim light in front of him with a bar atmosphere. Rows of wine cabinets were embedded on the wall, and a few people were sitting scattered on the dark gray bar counter. The laptop screen next to it Exudes a faint light.

In the past, Diablo had talked to Gin by connecting this laptop.

Oda Kazuyuki and the others had just entered the door, and the man with light blond short hair near the door said, "Sorry, this place is closed now."

Hearing his voice, Oda Kazuyuki reached into his pocket reflexively, and gripped the gun tightly.

Toru Amuro!

As a person who regards the intelligence bases of major forces as his own back garden, the last thing Oda Kazuyuki wants to meet is Toru Amuro.

To him, Amuro Toru is like a vicious dog squatting in the public security building, alert and sensitive, Oda Kazu was fortunately almost caught several times, so that he completely forgot the love of eating food back then, seeing Amuro Toru Want to give him a shot.

The moment his hand touched the cold butt of the gun, Oda Kazuyuki regained his composure.

"We have been invited."

In an instant, everyone in the bar looked over.

I have worked with Diablo so many times, but I have never seen a real person. Except for the gin at the end of the bar, there is no change, and the eyes of other people are somewhat strange.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Gin asked faintly, "Evidence?"

Oda Kazuyuki threw the golden badge he got from Tobio.

In the bar, apart from bourbon, gin, and vodka, there is also Keel, whom Oda Kazuyuki is not very familiar with.

The people on Oda Kazuyuki's side were much simpler. Gin glanced over the disturbed Tobio and asked, "Can you make decisions on behalf of Diablo?"

His tone was heavy, and he seemed oppressed. Oda Kazuko looked at his indifferent face. He hadn't seen him for two or three years. Gin still had such an expression, as if he was not affected by his betrayal at all.

Oda Kazuyuki was very conflicted, even though he himself had a good time outside and rarely thought of Gin, he still hoped that Gin would always remember him.

Oda Kazuyuki approached Gin and said, "Actually, I am Diablo."

The already condensed atmosphere in the bar froze, as if even the air was frozen.

Oda Kazuyuki trembled when he saw the cigarette dangling from Gin's mouth, blinked and said, "Sorry, I was joking."

In the past, he was always a considerate little angel in front of Gin, and he never joked with him. Now that he has a new vest, he can finally try it!

Oda Kazuyuki happily pulled out a goblet from the bar shelf and opened a bottle of whiskey.

Everyone stared at him when pouring the wine, he said with a smile: "Our Enthusiasm Organization has been established for so many years, maybe it is older than me, don't think about it."

But your tone seems to be inducing others to think!Tobio was helpless. When he said that he was Diablo just now, Tobio was really taken aback.

The others had the same idea as Tobio, Oda Kazuyuki saw that they were not recovering at all, and took the paper box from Giorno.

"Don't be so serious, you see, I brought food here."

He was really looking forward to meeting Gin and brought him a gift.

However, Gin didn't appreciate it, he didn't even touch the box, his eyes were colder than before.

"Stop talking nonsense," Gin said, "let's talk about business."

----

A few hours ago, Yokohama.

Oda Sakunosuke was sitting by the cash register of the bookstore, slowly flipping through a book.

"Mr. Oda, there is your package."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a courier in a blue uniform walked in holding a cardboard box, "You haven't closed the door so late?"

"Soon." Because the books in Oda Sakuyuki's assistant have almost run out.

The middle-aged man put the carton on the cash register, and with a "bang", a fluffy head bounced from behind the table.

"Package?" Osamu Dazai asked in a confused tone, and there was a red mark on his handsome face from sleeping on his stomach.

Only then did the middle-aged man realize that he was occupying the position of the cash register, pushing the real store manager aside.

"Well, it's the new book for this month." Oda Sakunosuke picked up a knife to open the express delivery, and checked the bibliography skillfully.

Seeing him take out serious literary works, the courier couldn't help asking: "Mr. Oda, why don't you order some manga?"

The courier looked at the empty bookstore, and suggested: "I heard that there is a very popular manga called What Became a Mafia? It's coming to Yokohama for its third anniversary promotional event. If you can contact the author to come to the store... "

"Business will improve!" Osamu Dazai raised his hand and said, "Why don't you try it, the name of that manga is also very interesting, I really want to read it!"

Oda Sakunosuke pondered for two seconds, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, there are too many people and I will be overwhelmed."

But your current turnover is negative... The courier looked at his upright face and swallowed these heart-wrenching words with difficulty.

After Oda Sakunosuke finished counting, he handed back the signed form. After the courier left, Osamu Dazai shrank limply back behind the cashier.

Oda Sakunosuke put the newly arrived books on the shelf by category, and heard his weak voice coming from behind: "Oda Sakuno, don't go to the Port Mafia recently."

I didn't go there much at first, but Oda Sakunosuke let out an "ah".

"I heard that someone made a big fuss in the casino of the port mafia, won a lot of money, and used the money to buy the position of a cadre..."

"I see." Oda Sakunosuke said.

"Don't you think this is very interesting?" Osamu Dazai stretched out a hand from behind the cash register, with two fingers raised up, "There are only two cadre positions left, and Mr. Mori once said that it would be a good luck to reserve them for me. Which one do you think he will sell?"

Oda Sakunosuke answered slowly, "Isn't it appropriate to sell either?"

Whether it's Dazai or Yuki, if you make a promise to them and then break it, things can get serious.

And what does this have to do with him, Oda Sakunosuke thought, he is just an ordinary bookstore owner.