The Road to the Super-God of Taisho Two Five Killers

Oda Sakunosuke never thought he would have such a chance.

He didn't understand why he encountered such an opportunity, or until now, he couldn't fully digest the fact that he was still "alive".

The beating rhythm in his chest was real, and the temperature in his palm was real, but all of these should have been completely deprived of him by fate a long time ago - when he was fighting that man.No, even earlier.

It was the time when I watched the sea of ​​flames but couldn't do anything amidst the huge explosion.

Oda Sakunosuke once wanted to be a novelist, he wanted to write a perfect ending for a wonderful story, and he wanted to use his own pen to protect the world that made him see his dreams.

But hands that destroy are not qualified to pick up a pen.At least Oda Sakunosuke thinks so.That's why he, who used to be a killing machine, is willing to serve as a low-level handyman in the port mafia. He will never deprive anyone of his life. He has been waiting, waiting for time to completely wash the blood on his hands, At that time, he can write a brand new life.

— But that day never came.Fate deprives him of the power to protect, before his hands are qualified to be protectors of The World.

Because of his ability "seamless", the outlaw leader of Mimic, who has a similar ability, sent him an "invitation" to a deathmatch.

Then Oda Sakunosuke's life was completely burned like this.Accompanied by the exploding car, the children's cries, the dazzling flames and the billowing smoke.

Those hands couldn't protect anything after all.

Oda Sakunosuke stretched out his hand in the air, letting the pale moonlight shine on his face between his fingers.Different from the broad palm in the impression, the hand in front of him was too petite, and the thin layer of callus had not even had time to grow on it. It was soft and white, as clean as the glass wine glass placed by Izumo Kusanagi on the counter.

But even if he wakes up in such a posture, Oda Sakunosuke has no way to treat himself as a real child and use it to whitewash peace.

Such hands, hands that cannot protect anything, what qualifications do they have to weave another world?

"Have you packed it?" Dazai Osamu's voice sounded from behind, and Oda Sakunosuke suddenly realized that he seemed to be distracted, and he didn't even notice the footsteps from far to near.

After returning to Lupin, Oda Sakunosuke used the excuse of packing up his things to go back to the room where he stayed overnight-but in fact, Oda Sakunosuke himself had no luggage to take away.

He was a person who broke into this world inexplicably, and even after living here for a long time, he was still out of tune with this world.He cannot intersect with this world, cannot resonate with this world.

Oda Sakunosuke doesn't understand why he exists.

Is it because I have experienced real despair and death that even the matter of being alive has become a little illusory?

He turned his head and looked at the tall and thin young man standing behind him.

This child who has been pursuing "death" tried to stop him when he went to the appointment with the determination to die.

"Odasaku, don't go."

Oda Sakunosuke had never heard Dazai Osamu speak in such an anxious, almost pleading tone.Because that child has already seen through, all this is irreversible.

Knowing that there is no way to stop it, knowing that even if you say your wish, it will not come true, but Dazai Osamu, who has always been too calm and sober, still said that. He hopes that Oda Sakunosuke can live, and that Oda Sakunosuke can follow his inner wish and live well. survive.

So Oda Sakunosuke should let go of that unbearable memory, should live a completely different life with a new identity, should pursue the dream that has always been in his heart without any scruples, and should live without worries——

But how can such a thing be done?

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't be so free and easy.He couldn't expel the figures of the children from his dream, and he couldn't forget the heavy touch on his hand when the bullet/ejected/out of the gun/chamber.

—he couldn't pick up his pen.

"Really, Oda Saku is clearly not tidying up—" Osamu Dazai glanced around the room, then dragged the end of his voice and said complainingly: "If it's too late, I'm afraid I will disturb that Momiji-sensei rest?"

"I tidied it up and found that there are not many things." Oda Sakunosuke turned around and said this in a tone as normal as possible.

But he knew that there was no way to hide his emotions in front of Dazai Osamu, that child's mind was too clever.

"If it's because of reluctance..." Dazai Osamu stepped up to Oda Sakunosuke's side: "It's okay to come back here occasionally. Although minors shouldn't just go to bars casually."

Oda Sakunosuke was noncommittal.

"Hey, Odasaku." Stopping not far in front of Odasaku, Dazai Osamu turned his gaze to the window sill covered with a silvery halo of moonlight: "This Ozaki Koba-sensei is A very famous literary master in this world, but compared to him, I care more about that red-haired kid."

"If I remember correctly, that child's name is..." Touching his chin with one hand, Dazai Osamu slowly spit out the name: "Izumi Kyoka."

"What's wrong with him?" Oda Sakunosuke was a little confused for a moment, so he blurted out subconsciously.

"Sakunosuke Oda should also feel it, that guy's eyes are always very strange." Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly, and moved his eyes back to Sakunosuke Oda: "It seems to be able to see something that others can't see Same thing."

Oda Sakunosuke's pupils shrank a little.

"In this world where 'ghosts' exist, there may really be many unnatural phenomena. So I'm curious, what did that guy see."

"I will find a suitable time to ask him clearly." After a short silence, Oda Sakunosuke lowered his eyes.

It's much easier to accomplish if you know your goals.Oda Sakunosuke, who has been at the bottom of the port mafia for many years, is probably best at analyzing his mission from the words of the "superior", and then submitting an answer that makes people not feel too bad.

Although Osamu Dazai is rarely the one who issues tasks to him, and the current Osamu Dazai and him don't even have the kind of "superior relationship" that he had at the beginning.

Dazai Osamu stared at Oda Sakunosuke's childish face for a while, then turned his gaze away, and there seemed to be an inaudible sigh in the air, like an illusion in a daze.

No matter what the reason is, it is not a bad result to take a step forward.

Ozaki Koye’s house is very spacious. Besides Izumi Kyoka, there are also a few students who came to Beijing from other places to pursue their literary dreams to board in his house.

When Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda arrived, they bumped into Izumi Kyoka who was walking out with a grumpy expression.

"Really, why must I—"

Halfway through the conversation, the corner of Izumi Kyoka's eyes just glanced at the face of Dazai Osamu who was standing not far in front of him, so he immediately screamed like a frightened rabbit, and then jumped back two steps .

"Do I look so scary?" Osamu Dazai's eyes drooped, with a disappointed and wronged expression on his face: "It's a bit sad to see me hiding behind like this. "

Gritting her teeth and making a soft "cut", Quan Jinghua looked away, and said angrily, "What's the matter with you, you are still wandering around the door of other people's houses at such a late hour, you look like a 'ghost' .”

"I'm here to send this child here." Osamu Dazai pointed to Sakunosuke Oda beside him: "Speaking of which, you are from the same school from now on. But seeing you like this, I can't help but feel a little worried— —”

"I'm worried that the kid Sakunosuke will be bullied or something."

"Who would want to do such a boring thing!" Quan Jinghua immediately retorted, but her gaze swept around the air unnaturally.His face was full of anger for no reason, but after leaving this sentence, Quan Jinghua didn't say anything after all.

"Since you said so, then I can rest assured." Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips: "But I'm a little curious. It's so late, do you still have to go out? It's really hard——"

"Small~mirror~flower---"

"What's that called? Hey!" Quan Jinghua's already relaxed fists clenched once again. Although he bears such a feminine name, he is still a decent man after all, and he is used too much. Calling it in a cute way will naturally feel quite uncomfortable.

But this guy in front of him is just jumping sideways repeatedly on his bottom line!

"I'm sorry, because such a name is inexplicably easy to pronounce, so I just called it like this." Dazai Osamu raised his hands to cover his face, and reluctantly nodded at Izumi Kyoka, tentatively apologizing.

Although there was absolutely no hint of introspection in the tone.

Izumi Kyouka felt very angry, but Dazai Osamu's words made him feel a little bit helpless for a while, so he simply ignored this guy because of his excessive sex.

It was quite late, and Izumi Kyoka really had no interest in entangled with the two people in front of him—he still had to follow Ozaki Koyo's instructions to find a tenant who hadn't come back yet.

As a student boarding at Koyo Ozaki’s house, apart from studying with the teacher and attending various banquets, Izumi Kyoka spends most of her time free, but occasionally she is caught by the teacher to do things such as find people or deliver letters trivial matters.

Just like tonight.

Regarding the inexplicably appearing tenant, Izumi Kyouka has always complained. After all, Ozaki Koyo is a very famous literary master in this era, but the man with the wild red short hair has no literary attainments at all. , but as rude and violent as a beast.

He will not participate in Teacher Hongye's study, nor will he attend any parties, just lie in the room all day like a useless parasite, or wander aimlessly on the street, and will not come back until late .

"So why did Teacher Hongye take in such a guy!" Quan Jinghua once complained to herself many times.

And when I overheard Izumi Kyoka's complaint, Ozaki Koyo replied kindly: "Because that guy has no relatives here, no one can leave him alone."

"Besides, human observation itself is an important part of literature."

But even if he said that, it still couldn't change Quan Jinghua's resentment towards that man.

"Really, I still have to run around at such a late hour. I'm obviously not familiar with the surrounding environment." Muttering, Quan Jinghua gradually walked into the alley that was deserted.

There was an inexplicable coolness on the street at night, and when a gust of wind blew by, Quan Jinghua couldn't help shivering with her arms folded.

It's a very nasty environment.

Thinking of this, Quan Jinghua quickened her pace, trying to pass this alley as soon as possible.

But the darkness will always inevitably breed some evil things. When he walked into a place where the light could hardly shine, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

Quan Jinghua took half a step back in fright. He looked forward intently, but suddenly found that there was something hideous standing in front of him.

Although he still had a human-like appearance, the guy's complexion was completely gray, with strange markings crawling on his pale skin.Jaws and claws rushed towards Quan Jinghua's direction. When their eyes met, Quan Jinghua saw the greed in those red pupils like a beast seeing prey.

run!

There was only one thought in Quan Jinghua's mind.Unlike the relatively gentle guys he had seen, the monster in front of him was obviously quite terrifyingly aggressive, almost like... like a man-eating ghost that existed in urban legends.

Jinghua struggled to retreat, but he had always been weak and had no advantage in physical fitness. Before he could take a few steps, Quan Jinghua felt the sudden strong wind from behind.

"Don't touch me! Take those disgusting hands away!" Quan Jinghua screamed.

But the monster didn't pay attention to Quan Jinghua's wailing at all, it rushed forward, and saw that its long and pointed nails were about to catch Quan Jinghua's skirt——

And at this moment, the monster's bluish-white skin suddenly ignited raging flames.

The fiery temperature almost completely ignited the entire night.

Struggling in the flames, the monster's eyes were full of horror, but the flames didn't give it any room to breathe. It didn't take long for the monster's body to completely collapse under the raging flames.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the alley quickly returned to its previous calm.It's just that there seems to be one more dark red light in the darkness than before.

Quan Jinghua, who was still in shock, turned her gaze stiffly, and looked in the direction of the light spot, only to see the tenant in a fur collar coat that he had never seen before, looking sideways at him with a burning cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, kid." A deep voice sounded in the deep alley, and the man asked, "Why are you still outside so late?"

"I..." Quan Jinghua took a deep breath, he wanted to scold him severely when he saw this guy, but after what happened just now, he couldn't say anything about those complaints exported.

Not only that, because of the fear that has not subsided, his voice is trembling.

"I came to find you back."

Feeling weak, Quan Jinghua finally said only this sentence.

The man glanced at him, then stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and walked towards Quan Jinghua.

"Got it." He said, "Then go back."