Conjuring Ceiling runs with his best friend

The progress of apprenticeship in the fencing dojo is going smoothly.

After Sanada Zongzang retired from the Metropolitan Police Department, he concentrated on running his own dojo. He is serious and upright, and even the atmosphere of the dojo is very clear. If there is any dirtyness between the brothers and sisters, they can learn from each other and take off their protective gear. Then he hooked his shoulders and put his back on his back, laughing and laughing.

Yi Guyou was too relieved. He has a shy personality and average physical fitness. He is easily bullied in a place like the dojo where male hormones are strong, but seeing this scene, there is no need to worry.

Seeing him curiously looking at the duel on the field, Sanada Zongzang slightly relaxed his solemn posture, and motioned for his grandson who was sitting behind him to take his new junior brother around.

"Xianichiro and Otoko are about the same age, and young people have more common topics."

There were only two adults left in the room. Gojo Satoru saw through Sanada Zongzang's worries, and his tone was flat but full of confidence: "Don't worry, Yuta has reconciled with Satoka. Without his permission, he won't come out to hurt others."

As a swordsmanship dojo, it is quite normal to stumble during training. As the master, Sanada Zongzang is really worried that if Otoko Yutao is injured, he will curse Lixiang to get out of control and hurt other students.

"I'm relieved to have this sentence," every wrinkle is telling the upright face with a slight smile, Sanada Zongzo returned to the subject, "It seems that foreign forces have infiltrated in Yokohama next door recently, causing several tragedies."

As a well-known senior in the police system, he received Gojo Satoru and Otoko Yuta so solemnly, of course, not just because of Otoko's particularity.

Although Yokohama is an autonomous region, the outside world has no right to interfere, but Fujisawa City, where the Sanada family is located, is next to it, and what happens there may affect the safety here.Yokohama has been particularly troubled in recent years. The blood of the leading war has just faded, and foreign organizations have started to make trouble secretly again. This is not the case that the gang fire was limited to one place before. Who knows that overseas terror//terror//fen/ Will /zi cross Yokohama and come to other places?In this case, Fujisawa City bears the brunt.

Originally, I was worrying about how to prevent this kind of thing from happening, but the conjurer sent a message that someone wanted to learn swordsmanship from a teacher.Isn't this just when someone sent a pillow when I wanted to fall asleep?Most conjurers have high force values. It is said that the high-level officials have secret connections with Yokohama's black and white schools, so they simply hand over the matter to them. In return, he will personally teach the new students and take the child as an apprentice.

"It seems that there is such a thing," Gojo Satoru recalled. The last time he contacted Dazai, he was dealing with this matter. "The local forces have already started to deal with them. Has there been any effect?"

The port mafia is already a black organization that can compete with the government. How strong is the enemy that even they can't solve?

"From the information received so far, there is no sign of damage to the other party." This is what Sanada Zongzang is worried about. The port mafia cannot deal with the organization, and the government may not be able to please it. If they are allowed to run amok, they will definitely There will be more dire consequences.

"We'll go and have a look. The matter in Yokohama, let's let it end in Yokohama." Gojo Satoru agreed, and he was also very curious about what happened. He heard Dazai's tone last time, and it didn't seem difficult to solve it. Why did it take so many days?

Now that I decided to go to Yokohama to take a look, I happened to bring the signed novel I promised last time.

Gojo Satoru carried the bag and walked out of the office humming a song.

Jianren Qihai stared deeply at the cheerful figure, and on the already full desk, there was another pile of crumbling documents.

Conjurers are shit, and so is labor.

For the umpteenth time, he regretted what kind of ecstasy he had taken back then, so he would agree to the obviously unreliable senior to come back and work hard?Now it seems that although the life does not need to be sold, the hair is already sold out! !

Knowing everything, but not doing anything, Gojo Satoru, who is known as training newcomers, doesn't care about the gaze of his juniors. He walked on the quiet streets of Yokohama, and took out his mobile phone to make a call to Osamu Dazai.

"Bang bang bang-"

A sudden burst of gunfire broke the quiet community, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head, and rushed to the place where the sound came from.

The original warm curry shop was surrounded by flames. An uncle dressed as a chef was lying on the ground, he was not breathing, and blood was flowing on the ground. With the crying of the child, several armed men in gray cloaks forcibly dragged him away. Walked out of the store with five children and shut them into the van at the door.

"So arrogant in broad daylight?" A curious voice sounded in the calmness. As soon as Gojo Satoru arrived, he saw the scene of murder and kidnapping in the street.

Is the law and order in Yokohama so bad?Was it normal the first few times you came here?

The bullet hit him a few centimeters in front of him, and he could no longer move forward. Gojo Satoru held the handbag in one hand, and easily knocked out several gray cloaks who hadn't boarded the car yet.The driver sitting in the driver's seat saw that they couldn't escape today, so he pressed the bomb button on the bottom of the car.

Dead man?

Gojo Satoru was keenly aware of the danger, and before he had time to think about what it was, he tore open the rear door of the van with his intuition, and pressed a few children under him, expanding the boundless coverage area.

The explosion rang in his ears, and the children in his arms were too frightened to cry, and stared at Gojo Satoru with wide eyes in horror.

After all the bombs had exploded, the heart-piercing shouts outside the car finally reached everyone's ears: "—Shinji, Yuu, Katsumi!"

"Sakonosuke!" Hearing the familiar voice, the children finally woke up from the fear of death and cried out.

"Your family's child? Here it is, hold it well." Gojo Satoru led the children to break free from the flames, and threw the pendants hanging on his body into the arms of the crumpled red-haired man kneeling on the ground.

"Sakule, Xingsuke?" The already desperate man hurriedly hugged the five children who rushed forward, and the tears in his eyes finally flowed down, "Great...It's great that you are still alive..."

Gojo Satoru thoughtfully did not disturb the rest of the survivors, but turned over the corpses of the gray cloaks. Although he did not kill them, these people chose to kill themselves without exception after waking up.

Soldiers, foreigners, old-fashioned pistols, these guys are mercenaries?That overseas infiltration organization?

"They are mimics." The red-haired man finally got his emotions in order. Although his voice was still hoarse and the corners of his eyes were red after crying, his expression had returned to calm, even showing an indomitable determination.

"Thank you very much for your rescue," he bowed deeply, full of gratitude, "otherwise I wouldn't be able to see the children for the last time."

The last thing he said was obviously not that the children who had been rescued were about to die.

"Are you going to die?" Gojo Satoru looked him up and down, although he looked a bit decadent, but he didn't feel like he was going to die from a terminal illness.

"mimic killed the boss and the children just to force me to duel with them. I had made up my mind not to kill people, but now I changed my mind." There was still unshaven stubble on his chin. In the expression that he jokingly said he couldn't understand at all, there was a clear display of endless murderous intent and hatred.

Several children were clinging to his legs, their immature faces were full of anxiety and pain, obviously they couldn't accept that they managed to survive, but their guardian chose to die.

"What will they do when you die, be responsible." Hearing Gojo Satoru's words, the children kept nodding, and looked at Oda Sakunosuke with pleading eyes.

"Don't die, Sakunosuke!"

"The boss is dead, what shall we do if you are not here?"

Listening to the children's begging, Oda Sakunosuke took a deep breath and squatted down, looked into the eyes of several children, and said in a trembling voice: "I will survive, and I will try my best to come back to see you, but In case I don't show up, you will follow Dazai's arrangement, and he will find you a suitable adoptive family, okay?"

Dazai?Hearing the familiar surname, Gojo Satoru lamented that the world is too small, and the few people in front of him seemed to have no time to look up, so he took out his phone again and pressed the number he was going to dial before.

"Dazai, do you know a guy named Nosuke?"

The young man on the other side of the phone seemed to be running fast. Hearing what Gojo Satoru said, his heavy breathing suddenly choked: "Sakunosuke? Oda Sakunosuke is right! The one with the red hair? Please help me stop him, please! Please! !"

It was the first time for Gojo Satoru to hear such a frightened plea from the dead child, and he was deeply surprised.

He hung up the phone, and the red-haired man in front of him raised his head when he heard his voice: "Are you Dazai's friend? Nice to meet you, my name is Oda Sakunosuke."

In this case, the first reaction is to introduce yourself?As expected of Dazai's friend.

"Dazai asked me to stop you, Odasaku." This sentence is sweet and harmonious, and Gojo Satoru chooses to obey his heart.

"It's not Oda Sakunosuke, it's Oda Sakunosuke." He retorted without any ups and downs, but he was used to being called by Dazai long ago, and he didn't have much objection, "I've already decided, I can trouble you to wait for Dazai to come Afterwards, hand the children over to him?"

"I refuse~" Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and made a big X in front of his chest, "And don't think about sneaking away, you know that if I try to stop you, you won't be able to escape, right?"

See it.

The sensitive nerves of the former gold medal killer kept clamoring to back down the moment he got close to this man. Although this man's standing posture seemed to be full of flaws, as long as he studied it carefully, he could find that any attack on him would not be possible. Being able to be resolved in an instant and then counterattack is a master of masters.

That being the case, Oda Sakunosuke is not doing useless work. He took the pendants hanging on his legs, walked up the stairs with difficulty, and dug out from the small room a black and shiny firearm that was old but well-maintained, silently Assemble it and put it on your body.

The author has something to say: I have been thinking for a long time whether I want Tonosuke or Zhi Tiantian, and finally decided to sweeten it~