Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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Sawada Tsunayoshi kept his arms paused in mid-air, staring blankly ahead.

The book, full of vitality, was still half-opened and fell to the ground.The blank pages flipped gently with the breeze blowing in through the cracks in the windows.

Warm brown pupils trembled in his eye sockets.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, showing a slightly confused expression.He lowered his head to look at the book, then raised his hand and shook it in front of the other person's eyes, but saw that the person's eyes were empty, and there was no sign of blinking.

"Gunji-kun?"

"Boom—" is the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Osamu Dazai covered one side of his face that was immediately red and swollen, and looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada in disbelief. In the short second just now, the man stood up quickly and punched him viciously. .

It hurts so much!

It feels like my bones are about to shatter!

"I said, Tsuna Ji-kun," he maintained a pitiful sitting position on the ground, gasping for breath in pain, "if you retaliated against me because I slapped you just now."

"Osamu Dazai." The man interrupted him.At this moment, he was looking up at him condescendingly with his head up, his tone of voice was different from usual, and it sounded obviously a little bad.

Are you really angry?

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him for a long time.He seemed to want to speak, but his warm brown eyes seemed to gather some kind of inexplicable emotion, slowly swirling and flowing, and finally became a deep vortex.

It seems that as long as you enter the vortex, you will sink into yourself and cannot escape.

Osamu Dazai stared fixedly into those eyes.

In the center of the vortex, he saw his surprised face.

In the end, Tsunayoshi Sawada said nothing.

He raised his hand, grabbed Osamu Dazai who had fallen to the ground, and walked towards the door of the room first.

When he reached the door, he paused, turned his back to the black-haired man behind him, and said softly, "Dazai, pack your luggage."

"We're leaving for Yokohama this afternoon," he said.

The moment he came into contact with the green book, Tsunayoshi Sawada not only retrieved a memory that was accidentally lost, but also had a short dialogue with the consciousness of this world.

"Do you want to save your world?" The voice lingered in my mind.

"My world, hasn't it already disappeared?" He asked almost blankly.

"It's gone now. But you can't deny that it used to exist." The voice that sounded a little weak said, "It's reasonable to have existed."

"What are you trying to say?" he asked.

"I want to say that for some reason, your world has not 'disappeared' yet." The voice said, "It stayed at the moment before it 'disappeared', and was destroyed by someone in an almost impossible way. .”

By someone, in an almost impossible way.

In my mind, a dark figure flashed in a trance.

The man curled up on the sofa with a lazy face, staring intently at the handheld in his hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils gradually widened.

"I'm very busy." The man said leisurely, with an extremely calm expression.

"—Recently, I've been busy saving [two worlds]."

At first I thought it was just a pretentious joke.

If say, if.

That person, the world he was originally in, was one of the worlds he wanted to "save".So what about another world?

What about another world?

"Although there is no 'disappearing', you need to hurry up. Only you can make it 'reasonable' again." The voice in his head, the green book in Tsunayoshi Sawada's hand, said to him.

"I'm not complete yet, and a piece of it is still missing." Shu said to himself.

"Where is the last piece?" Tsunayoshi Sawada asked hastily.

"In Yokohama."

"See you in Yokohama."

After leaving this sentence, the voice disappeared.

The long conversations that flowed through my mind were only a short second in real life.

The moment of contact with the book.

"Pa—" the book fell to the ground.

Osamu Dazai.

He stood up and punched Osamu Dazai who was shaking his hand in front of his eyes.

In the end, thousands of words were condensed into one sentence - "Dazai Osamu".

I am calling you, and I am calling you.

After simply packing their luggage, the two of them left the villa that afternoon.

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not discuss with the agent the issue of terminating the contract renewal of the house. In fact, many daily necessities are still there, and the whole house lingers with the breath of life.

It's as if the scholars in this house are just going out for a long trip.

Dazai Osamu followed behind Tsunayoshi Sawada, staring at the straight back of the brown-haired young man, with an inexplicable feeling.

He always felt that this person seemed to be a little different.

But he couldn't describe it, he didn't know where to start, and he didn't know how to describe it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head, glanced at him, and stopped him again: "Dazai."

Osamu Dazai quickly quickened his pace, put his hands in his pockets, and followed him unsteadily, "What's the matter, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

"Do you know any cemeteries in Yokohama with a better environment?" Tsunayoshi asked.

"The cemetery." Almost without thinking, Dazai knew who Sawada Tsunayoshi was trying to erect a tombstone for.

In fact, they all knew that Inamori Yuki disappeared as a curse spirit before his death, and there was not even any relics left on his body.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada will definitely work hard to fulfill the oath he once promised.

Take her back to Yokohama.

If there are really dead souls left in the world, at least let her soul return to her homeland.

Osamu Dazai knew very well that Tsunayoshi Sawada was such a person.

There was a smile on his face, and his tone was soft: "Well, I know."

They walked together to a crossroads.A number of cars sped past on the road, and the lights standing beside the sidewalk showed red, so the two stopped together.

Facing the moderate breeze, the black hair on his forehead fluttered slightly.Those iris-colored pupils were clearly staring at the vehicle in front of them, but their eyes seemed to extend to a further place.

"I once had a friend who liked dealing with children very much." He turned his head, the sun shone on his face, and the smile on his face was extremely shallow, but without the slightest deception.

"Put Yuki there, I think they will get along very well."

The red lights on the pedestrian lights turned green, and all the vehicles in front of them stopped, quietly waiting for the countdown to the next crossing.

At this time, two figures of similar stature walked towards the zebra crossing together.

"Ah, that's right." Dazai Osamu seemed to have suddenly remembered something, he was bouncing forward while laughing and said, "I just don't know, Yukiki doesn't like spicy food~"

three hours later

Yokohama City, Kanagawa Prefecture

Yokohama Station East Exit

"So, Dazai."

"What should we do now?" Tsunayoshi Sawada asked with a serious face.

They were hiding behind a wall just around the corner to the exit.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was carrying the suitcase, and he was hesitating whether to take that step forward.

He half-bent, poking his head out from behind the wall cautiously.

Then, sure enough, he saw a man in a black suit and sunglasses standing at the exit, looking left and right.

It's not an eye-catching presence, but it still catches the eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He knew without thinking that this person was a member of the Port Mafia.

On top of the fluffy warm brown head, a fluffy black head popped out from the side.

Passengers who came and went with their suitcases always cast their eyes over these two strange people who didn't know what they were doing.

Dazai Osamu stood behind Sawada Tsunayoshi with his feet slightly padded.He looked seriously at the man who was still staring at the passing visitors, then sighed lightly and retracted his body.

He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and lazily elongated his tone: "Gun Ji-jun, you did such an unreasonable thing to me at that time, you should have expected that today—"

Sawada Tsunayoshi gave him a blank look, refused to admit what he had done, and even retorted: "Why don't you reflect on how much you are hated? It has been so long, but Hong Kong/Black are still working tirelessly Watching and waiting for you to come back."

The person standing at the gate of the station is someone appointed by the port mafia.It must be that the leader of Hong Kong/Black has "wanted" Osamu Dazai throughout Yokohama to no avail, so they arranged for members to guard him at various stations every day, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Coincidentally, Osamu Dazai did come back today.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around and looked at the black-haired young man behind him: "I thought about it carefully, Dazai."

"Actually, you are the only one who is 'wanted' by Hong Kong/Black." He pointed at Dazai Osamu, and then blinked innocently, "So this matter has nothing to do with me."

After coming to this "Dazai-style" conclusion, he nodded with great self-confidence.

So he grabbed the armrest of the suitcase that was left aside, took a step forward, and said softly: "So how do you go back, you can figure it out yourself—"

The collar was pulled back directly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was forced to look back again.

"Tsunayoshi-kun." Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand holding his collar, and widened his eyes in disbelief, as if tears would really flow from them.

"Are you going to abandon me?" He fluttered his slender eyelashes, looking completely pitiful.

"I've done everything that should be done, used it, and don't need it anymore. So you're going to throw it away, right?" Speaking of this, he even covered his mouth emotionally, which was completely a vice. Unfortunately, I ran into a "scumbag" who was always in chaos and abandoned, and now he looks sad and sad.

The exaggerated performance and extremely deceitful language once again attracted the attention of the passing crowd, and Tsunayoshi Sawada stood there awkwardly with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Ah, that brown-haired guy looks gentle and steady. I didn't expect him to be this kind of person."

"That's right, that handsome guy with black hair is really pitiful."

Occasionally, I could hear whispers from people around me.

Sawada Tsunayoshi vaguely felt blue veins popping up on his forehead.

He rolled his eyes at Osamu Dazai, said nothing, and carried the suitcase with a determined expression on his face.

When he was about to leave again——

"Hey, Gangji-kun, if you leave me, how will I live in the future~" The man's voice rippling up and down overflowed into his ears.

It was clearly a joke, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew it very well.

Osamu Dazai was just trying to make the thin-skinned him quickly think of a way to take him away under the discussion of passers-by.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi subconsciously, and with his quick movements, tightly grasped Osamu Dazai's hand.

While holding Osamu Dazai's hand, his warm brown pupils suddenly shrank for half a second.

His gaze fell back to Osamu Dazai's smiling face full of vitality, and his slightly groggy facial expression returned to calm.

"Okay." He suddenly seemed to jump to another level of topic, with a serious and serious tone: "Then I won't leave you."

Osamu Dazai froze for a moment, his playful smile froze completely.

He didn't even realize that his hand was still tightly held by the man with brown hair and brown eyes, and he was quickly dragged and ran by the man dragging his luggage.

They ran all the way to the exit.

Upright, dignified.

And the member of the port mafia who was following him obviously noticed the commotion.When he saw Dazai Osamu who had been "wanted" for a long time, he quickly shouted: "Hello!"

Seeing that the Hong Kong/Black member pushed through the crowd and was about to rush over, Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down, picked up the small suitcase that was not too heavy, handed it to Osamu Dazai, and entrusted: "Take it well."

The black-haired young man was still in a somewhat sluggish state. It was the first time he had shown such a silly expression for a long time, and he even took the box subconsciously.

The moment he took the box, he was directly hugged by the waist.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, his kite-colored pupils trembled all over the place: "Hey!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed out loud.

Dazzling golden-red flames circled rapidly from under him, and two overlapping figures soared up together.

Then, amid the astonishment of the crowd, they shot straight into the air.

Tell this city loudly, Dazai—

tell her!

Tell her you exist!

Tell her - you're back!

The author has something to say: a tragedy caused by a joke (not)

Ready to go to work in martial arts~

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#Gradually Thinking of Killing (Rogue) Gang Ji#

#We count how many times Dazai was hugged by Tsunayoshi#

Osamu Dazai - a person who was determined not to hug a man, so he was hugged by a man in the end.

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