My name is Dazai

The fight between the two ended with "unreliable".

Tangun took Dazai out and said, "Actually, there is nothing to see, just a very ordinary shrine."

It's just that the shrine is backed by a mountain, which is a little bigger than some shrines in the city.

"Well, it's very ordinary." Dazai suddenly noticed that the Miko's gaze stayed on him and Tangun for a while.

It is impossible for a priestess to know Tangun.

Well look at the two of them...

Dazai's mind turned a little and he understood what was going on.

"The change is not too great." Tangun sighed.

He didn't go inside the shrine, he walked around outside.

The place where he used to live was considered the private domain of the shrine owner who now lives in the shrine, and Tangun didn't want to go in and see.

Respecting other people's privacy is not important to Tangun and Dazai, neither of them has a high moral bottom line.

Tangun has a higher moral bottom line than Dazai, but for a kitty, breaking into someone's house is not something that will be condemned.

A kitten with shiny and clean hair breaks into someone’s house and just sits there without damaging anything. As long as you don’t particularly hate cats, many people will choose to touch the cat’s head with surprise and then feed the cat. .

Tangun simply felt that even if he went in now, there were not many places he was familiar with, so he decided not to go in.

If he sees familiar objects disappear, he will inevitably feel sad for a while.

Tangun was a heartless kitten, and he came back only once in nearly half a century.

Tangun looked at the roof of the shrine and sighed softly, how many times he had jumped on the roof of the shrine before.

Cats just love high places.

The shrine master kicked him off the top many times.

"Dazai..." Tangun suddenly had a feeling and wanted to share it with Dazai, but when he turned his head, he found that Dazai had disappeared. "Dazai?"

"Here!" Dazai suddenly appeared.

Tangun was so frightened that the cat ears popped out: "Mi!"

"Where did you come from?" Tangun said a little embarrassed.

"I'm looking for something." Dazai suddenly took out a photo.

The photo is of a person holding a cat with his family.

"Tangun used to be so fluffy." Dazai was attracted by the cat in the blurry photo.

"Where did you get the photo?" Tangun was stunned.

"Just now Tangun was in a daze, so I went in to look for a photo." Dazai proudly put the photo in his pocket, "What kind of stupid cat is Tangun? This photo belongs to me."

"Ah." Tangun replied blankly.

Dazai tilted his head to look at Tangun: "Did you think of something?"

"It seems that the shrine master buried something with me on the mountain before." Tangun touched his chin and said, "Is there a shovel in the car?"

Dazai climbed up the mountain with difficulty—the road led by Tangun was definitely not normal, he held a shovel in his hand, and Tangun turned into a white cat and ran up the mountain, sniffing, climbing up trees, and jumping with a whoosh from time to time down.

According to Tangun, when he went up the mountain, he was in the form of a cat, and he might not be able to find a place to turn into a human.

"Meow!" Tangun stopped on a high ground, looked at Dazai, walked here twice with his paws, and then began to paw and pull.

"Is it here?" Dazai handed over the shovel, he was tired.The mound was indeed buried by human beings, and traces of stones could be seen inside. Obviously, they were worried that the things inside would get water.

Tangun turned back into a human and took over the shovel.

He probably knew where the thing was, and he dug it open in two strokes.

Inside is a big box.The wood outside has started to rot.

If it weren't for the stone slabs separating the box from the soil, it would probably be completely rotten in 50 years.

There is another box inside the box.

The innermost box does not open very large.

It is a notebook.

There are also a bunch of photos inside.

"Well, what is it? Let me see" Dazai took the diary impatiently.

I was very serious when I first hid it, so the preservation of the book turned out to be very good.

The photos inside all have Tangun.

There are pictures of white cats sleeping in a ball, pictures of teenagers with cat ears and tails playing with balls of string, and pictures of white-haired teenagers who look completely indistinguishable from normal humans.

In total, there are almost 20 photos.

If you put it in the present, this number is really not much, and many cat slaves can take more than 20 photos a day.

But 50 years ago, this number was really quite a lot.

It's still pretty well preserved.

Tangun took the book, and there was a familiar handwriting on the title page at the beginning: "Tan, you can tell me how many years after my death you didn't see this sentence." Tangun: "..."

Suddenly feel guilty.

Obviously, Haruo Sato is well aware of the heartless and promiscuous attributes of kittens.

And, no expectations.

Tangun was raised by Haruo Sato from a milk cat. How could he not know what kind of virtue this kitten is?

And he didn't mean to correct it.

If Haruo Sato really wanted to correct it, he could have corrected it just like correcting Tangun for not showing the cat's ears and tail. Since he didn't correct it, it means that he didn't think it was such a big problem.

But it seems that it is just a sentence written to Tangun on the title page, and the rest seems to be his diary.

Or… a parenting diary.

"Today when Tan was sleeping on my lap, he suddenly turned into a human... I was going to be scared to death. Start using this notebook to record."

"Tangun lay on my manuscript and begged to be petted—in the form of a cat. Ever since I knew he could turn into a human, how could I have a strange sense of guilt? From today onwards, I must control my hand touching the cat, otherwise Tanjun will It's too perverted for you to go outside and ask someone to touch you in a human form."

"Tangun..." Dazai said resentfully when he saw this passage, "Didn't you say you won't be touched by men?"

"How can Mr. Sato be a man? No, how can he be considered an ordinary man?" Tangun couldn't help but blush when he thought of his dark history of groping.

Dazai suddenly put his hand into Tangun's clothes, and began to move his hands up and down: "No, no, I'm at a loss. I'm 50 years late in touching Tangun. I must grasp every minute and every second to get back!"

"Are you a pervert?!" Tangun twisted a couple of times, then calmed down angrily, allowing Dazai to touch him.

"I can't control it, the cat is too cute. I can only teach Tangun that no one can touch him casually when he is in human form. Only perverts can do that."

Tangun: "..."

Dazai: "...Why do I feel that Mr. Sato has abused me for decades?" Tangun sighed: "There is no doubt, you are a pervert. Since you feel that you have been scolded, take your hands out of my clothes."

"No."

"abnormal."

"It's great to be a cat... I came back from work today and saw Tangun sleeping on the balcony, cats are really enviable."

"It's too tiring to be a human being, so why don't you just teach Tangun how to walk around as a cat. As long as he's cute enough, he can just find someone to touch his porcelain. The child I raise should have an easy life."

Dazai felt that he had found the root of Neptune Cat Neptune.

"Why didn't Mr. Mori teach me this technique?" Dazai snorted.

"Uncle is no longer cute." Tangun said while looking at the diary.

"But Mr. Sato was over 50 years old at that time." Dazai pointed out this fact, "Mr. Bisen is still an uncle."

Tangun's eyes seemed to say "Are you serious?".

Dazai rubbed his cheek.

Although Tangun is very happy that he doesn't like Mr. Mori, he is a little sour when he has such a thick filter for Mr. Sato.

Dazai accompanied Tangun as he flipped through the diary that had turned yellow and the paper had become fragile.

The two of them saw the afternoon from the morning, making complaints from time to time.

But how long can a person's diary be?

Although it's a diary, I don't write it every day, I only write a sentence or two after something interesting happens.

Soon the two turned to the end.

"Although I really hope that Tan can visit me often, but after thinking about it, it's better to let him spend a little time, don't think of me, and when I leave, he will also leave this place. I don't know how long the cat demon can live. I know, I don’t want Tan to never leave like a loyal dog, otherwise the fact that Tangun’s cat demon will be exposed if his lifespan is too long. As expected, the kitten will have to live longer. Well, otherwise, what I taught Pengci before Isn't the skill all in vain?"

Still thinking about the skill of touching porcelain?

This is the so-called good life that I can't live. Am I going to let my cat son live?

Dazai looked at Tangun.

...Ah, sure enough, Tangun the old cat doesn't shed tears at all.

It's just that there is no expression.

Really, can't the tsundere cat be more frank?

Dazai sat on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, tilted his head back, and looked at Tangun: "Speaking of which, I still hope to be Tangun's only light."

Tangun carefully closed the notebook and put it back into the box that already smelled of decay.

Tangun sat on the mound whose height had been reduced by one-third, quietly listening to Dazai's words.

The leaves rustled, and the sun shone down from the sky, passing through the leaves and hitting Tangun's body, leaving circular panels of light falling down.

Tangun looked at Dazai expressionlessly, but the aura around him was very peaceful.

Dazai looked at Tangun and couldn't help laughing, "Tangun really doesn't look like a fairy."

This mountain forest full of natural atmosphere should make Tangun, who is seated as a cat demon, look ethereal.

But Dazai inexplicably felt that Tangun was here very solidly - in the inner feeling.

Tangun is in this world, right next to him.

There is nothing special about it.

Even a cat is Tangun.

Tangun tilted his head slightly, his face was expressionless, not unhappy, but completely relaxed.

"...Seeing that other people are willing to love Tangun, I can't help but feel happy for Tangun." Dazai looked up at Tangun, "It's great that Tangun can live happily without me .”

Tangun smiled softly, his eyes gradually turned a gentle color.

"However, when Tangun is not around, I still need someone to love~ If Tangun doesn't keep an eye on me, I will fall into the arms of my young lady and be loved!" Dazai smiled brightly, raised his hands, and rested his chin, It's like comparing a flower.

Tangun's smile stiffened, and then gradually disappeared.

It looks like a confused cat who was suddenly robbed of dinner.

"You bastard! Stimulate me to the end!" Tangun threw himself on Dazai, biting his hair with his teeth.

"Hahahahahaha!" Dazai rolled on the ground laughing.

Tangun persistently bit Dazai's hair, and was afraid of hurting him, so he could only follow Dazai's rolling away.

"If you dare to fall into Miss Sister's arms, I can fall into her arms too! I want to see if she likes cats or people!"

"How could Tangun do this?"

"That's what I want! Hmph!"

"You Neptune cat!"

"You Neptune man! Forgive me for moving!"

The author has something to say: Small Theater - Dazai: I want to be your only light, but it seems to be a better thing if someone else loves you~Tangun (moved): I think so too.

Dazai: So if you look bad at me, the light turns green~Tangun: ...please explode.

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