Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

In the shadows where the sun does not shine, there are dark voices and whispers.

"...Is the news true?"

The old man with lowered eyebrows asked a question.

"It really came out? The Wutiao family can rest assured?"

A student girl in a sailor suit asks a question.

"This is—a billions of dollars of business?"

A middle-aged man with mediocre facial features asked a question.

"The news is true. After all, it came from... that, one, family, clan."

The man in the black suit replied with a smile.

In that smile, there is something that they know each other well.

The others also laughed.

"Hmph, hehehehe, let me just say it."

"No one has the guts to..."

"Sure enough, I can't help it."

"It's like dropping a tick/bomb right next to your sleeping pillow."

"I can bear it until now, I finally squeezed it out."

The light and shadow that passed by in an instant illuminated those greedy and coveted, white canine teeth.

"Then. That's it. The specific route is up to you to decide."

The broker in black stood up.

"Just remember: this is not cooperation."

There was something sinister in the air.

Treacherous thoughts floated on every face, distorted and disgusting.

"This time the reward—"

"First come, first served."

***

It's nighttime in Tokyo.

The night view of the city, when looking down from a height, shows a magnificence that is completely different from that of the ancient family.

As the eldest young master of the Gojo family who did their best to support him, Gojo Gojo didn't even think about it when booking a hotel, and booked two presidential suites with a wave of his hand.

...Although, the person who has been in charge of making decisions and swiping the card is an eight-year-old boy.

(Along the way, the eyes of the shop assistants who shop, eat and stay are a little subtle)

but.Just, anyway.

(With this gentleman's unflappable attitude, his usual expression, and his subtle, unoffensive aura)

(Plus the "teacher" that the boy kept yelling)

(No matter what, I can’t think of other ways to go...)

(That probably means that the heir of the big family came out to experience... something like that, right?)

(? The so-called Chinese, is that so?)

The waiter who checked in with a competent smile was muttering in his heart.

Gojo Satoru didn't care what other people thought at all, all he could think about was the clothes that had just been delivered from the shop to the hotel.

Osamu Dazai noticed.But he's even less likely to care about that.

The two of them got on the elevator with empty hands.

Stepping on the handmade long-haired carpet, Gojo Gojo had already swiped his card to open the door, but he couldn't help turning his head to look at Dazai on the other side:

"Teacher?... Are you going to sleep now?"

Unexplained irritability made him narrow his eyes and blurted out subconsciously. "Otherwise——sure enough, I still sleep with the teacher?!"

"..." Dazai refused expressionlessly.

"No. I'm absolutely—not at all interested in boys!"

Say it categorically and irresistibly.

After speaking, in order to prevent his reputation from being victimized, the man turned and went back to the room, and decisively closed the door.

【Barrage:

"Hahahahaha, I never thought that I would be victimized in another world!"

"Hahahahaha Mr. Sen sent another congratulatory message (x) from far away!!"

"Am I the only one who secretly waited for the master-student duo to sleep in the same room, and even thought about how these two cuties lined up to take a bath, blow each other's hair, play like a baby cat, and interact with each other before going to bed... ...As a result, people 5t5 booked two presidential suites with a wave of their hands..."

"I don't understand the happiness of rich people..."

"1551 Is this the happiness of the rich!!"

"It's such a big suite...there is actually a bar hhhhh, Gojo Satoru, hold back!"

"Hmm, game room?"

“Indoor pool—”

"Water bed?! I adore it!"

"Hahaha, as expected of five cats and cats, come up and head straight for the steam room www"

"I hate the privacy regime?!"

"Your thinking on the left is too dangerous! Warning once?!"

"Why don't we go and see the leader Zai~ Since Zai Zai changed the initial set, I'm all floating!!"

"The leader Zai looks good in anything he wears!!! Ah--this unlocked the bathrobe Zai?!"

"Tears are streaming from the corner of my mouth!!"

The barrage suddenly danced wildly, swiping the screen so much that even the people on the screen couldn't see clearly.

Wu Jingzai fell into silence for a long time, and sighed.

"Don't just lick the screen," he said helplessly. "How about a little observation of the surrounding environment?"

The visitor is not good. 】

The leader, Dazai, was sitting on the armchair.

The furniture in the presidential suite is well worth its price.The sofa is soft and delicate to the touch, as if sinking into a pile of feathers when you sit down.

The bathrobe covering the whole body was also fully ironed, and the man's well-regulated charcoal black covered the whole body, except for the exposed skin wrapped in bandages, showing a bit of conflicting color.

He didn't have the leisure and elegance of taking a steam bath, he just took a bath, and walked out of the bathroom with a towel on.

The originally fluffy black hair was still dripping water.The man scrupulously rubbed it with a towel, put his fingers in his hair, and combed it back, exposing his forehead.

This is an unusual hairstyle for him.Unlike when he lowered his eyebrows and smiled lowly, this made him look much sharper, which is rare.

The pale face was wet by the hot water, and there was some healthy blood.

At this time, I didn't know what to think of, but I lazily raised my lips and smiled lightly.

It's a smile that's utterly sarcastic, tinged with spine-chilling danger, and makes your heart (in every sense of the word) jump wild just to look at it.

The man didn't seem to want to enjoy the various entertainment equipment in the suite, on the contrary, he didn't get up either.

He just crossed his legs lazily, leaned against the back of the sofa with half-wet black hair, clasped his hands loosely on his abdomen, and just closed his eyes to rest his mind.

The noise of the city after nightfall outside the window.

The slight sound of the air purifier quietly operating in the suite.

A citrus scent that lingers in the air.

A slightly spicy aftertaste of warm ginger tea lingers on the lips.

Pieces/enemies in the palm of your hand.

Follow the dancing puppets/family.

Step by step planning/counting down.

(although it hurts)

... and the like.flashed by.

(even if it hurts)

That's the right way to think.

At this time.

There was a knock on the door.

Along with the polite and restrained knock on the door, the waiter's voice sounded:

"Hi. Your order for room service has arrived."

Osamu Dazai didn't look surprised, he only closed his eyes slightly, and raised his voice slightly: "Come in."

He had sat on that dark throne for so long that it was hard not to get used to this commanding tone.

No matter how gentle the man's tone of voice is, once he utters mandatory words, it will naturally give him a sense of oppression that makes people tremble.

The image of TOU students in the daytime is like a dream that can be broken at the touch of a button.The man sitting on the single sofa, no matter how much he changed into a yukata and changed his external image, the moment he spoke, darkness swarmed up like a huge monster, engulfing Dazai's mouth and nose.

——Sitting here is still the leader of the port mafia.

"..."

It's hard not to feel a little jittery, even for housekeeping staff.

Dazai still closed his eyes wearily, so he didn't see the waiter trembling when he entered the door, almost slamming the door and making an indecent noise.

The waiter bowed his head in apology.The unsteady footsteps did not pay attention, and the carpet at the door was slightly rolled up.

***

Gojo Satoru also finished his bubble bath.

There is no such equipment in the Gojo home, which is advertised as having a long history. The boy stared at the new bathtub for a while, and he followed his preference without any psychological burden, and took a fragrant oat milk bubble bath.

(...)

While rubbing his dripping white hair, he savored the irritability in his heart.

The joy of splashing around in the bath a few moments ago dissipated, and the boy, who was gifted with great talent, began to think carefully about what was wrong with him.

(First exclude the Curse Master)

(So ​​far, Six Eyes has not observed any mana flow)

Gojo Satoru put on a brand new short-sleeved shirt, poked his head out from the neckline, and shook his half-dried hair indiscriminately.

He chose a pair of shorts from the new sets sent by the store, and jumped on the spot with his sneakers.

(Where is it wrong?)

(I hate it. Let me come if you say let me come, there is no hint at all, teacher!)

(But I will never lose!)

(I am Gojo Satoru!!)

Thinking so, the boy bent down to open the refrigerator, and poked a straw into the iced strawberry milk.

While subconsciously drinking milk, he paced back and forth.

(When eating? The people next to me are the same as the servants at home, they have no sense of existence at all)

(When shopping for clothes? There are too many people gathered to watch, and they have no magic power, so it is difficult to tell whether there is malice)

(Ah... At this time, I should thank the teacher for the pile of knowledge)

Gojo Satoru racked his brains for a while, feeling really hard on himself, and gradually began to feel a little annoyed.

(It's all those nasty guys! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have such a mess when I went out to play with the teacher)

(Tsk. Sure enough, the teacher should be raised safely)

A dangerous thought was fleeting.

The boy turned around again, and simply opened the door.

(?!)

(Not right!)

Six glazed blue eyes stared at the carpet.Gojo Satoru kept his face motionless, raised his hand and knocked on the door of Dazai's room:

"Teacher~" is a coquettish and drawn out voice, "I'm here to play Double Six with you?"

This is Gojo Satoru with empty hands, hard to distinguish expressions, but lively tone of voice. In a sense, it seems to be the true biography of Osamu Dazai.

After he finished shouting, he held his breath and listened to the sound of the door.

There was a pause for a few seconds before someone responded, and Dazai's voice was still smiling:

"Forget it, Wu-jun. You can play by yourself."

The man sounded quite happy.

"I'm having room service."

(…………… Tsk)

Gojo Wu took a shallow breath, ready to release his spell power, and kicked open the door! !

"—!"

He widened his eyes.

In the spacious presidential suite, Dazai sat on the single sofa facing the main entrance.

He wore a pitch-black bathrobe, his hair was combed back casually, exposing his forehead, and an expectant smile appeared on his face.

--However,

--However.

Someone stood beside Dazai.He was dressed as a waiter, with the brim of his hat buttoned down.

He was holding the muzzle of the gun and pressing it hard against Osamu Dazai's temple.

The smell of blood seeped into the citrus scent of the air.The boy smelled it and felt sick for some reason.

"Let go, let go, him."

"--Rubbish."

Gojo Satoru chewed this sentence deep in his throat.

The young hunter sharpened his fangs.