Yokohama Script Team

Yokohama, the port mafia.

There was a wonderful scene in the chief's room.

A few people inside staged all kinds of life, and Makino Qianji stood outside the holed window of the chief's room after she disappeared, watching the good show.

Osamu Dazai next to him looked down, looked left and right, then leaned against Makino, who was full of security, as if he was frightened, and hugged the parent's arm pretendingly: "It's so tall~"

Makino Chihime tried to break free.

Dazai hugged tightly.

If she hadn't forgotten someone's happy face at an altitude of [-] meters, she would have believed that the child was afraid... No, she still didn't believe the fear that Zaike Biological put on the surface.

In the chief's room there are——

The blond Paul Verlaine who broke in through the broken window.

The "dead" brunette Lantang confronting the blond Verlaine - Arthur Rimbaud.

Smiling, Osamu Dazai was watching a play while holding a self-shark reader.

Ogai Mori and Alice, who seem to be calm but can't hold it anymore.

Neither Verlaine nor Rimbaud had very good expressions.

The one with the worse face was Verlaine. He almost forgot that he came to the chief's room to kill the leader of the organization. He was attracted by his former partner and wanted to fight on the spot.

Rimbaud was silently thinking about the agreement with Mr. Dazai. He also felt a little itchy for Paul who stabbed him in the back. Forgive me. I still want to beat Verlaine first and then sit down to talk about reconciliation, but this cannot be done in the chief's room. If they fight, they will spread to the entire building and affect the surrounding buildings.

Rimbaud raised his hand and released the subspace to take him and Verlaine away. Verlaine didn't resist for some reason, but just looked at Mori Ogai coldly before disappearing.

Mori Ogai's smile disappeared, and he looked at Osamu Dazai who was watching the play leisurely.

"Where's Mr. Zhongye?"

"Flag meeting, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."

"Master?"

"Dangerous."

"Red leaves."

"Rescue a colleague in danger."

Well, there is no need to ask further questions. Mori Ogai knows the ability of the student he picked up, and he has a sense of crisis at such a young age. If it weren't for his rich experience, he really couldn't hold back this little monster .

No, I can't hold back now.

Looking deeply at the smiling Dazai Osamu, the young man holding the self-shark book has made Mori Ogai unable to recall the appearance of the boy's unrequited daily behavior that gave him a headache when he just picked up the child... After joining the mafia, it seems that something has aroused my interest... Although I still often find trouble for myself.

"Dazai-kun, you are not someone who would like the position of leader."

"Eh? Mr. Mingmingsen is not either."

Mori Ogai: "..."

He propped his face inaudibly: "...Yeah."

Does Mori Ogai, who came from the army, like the mafia?The answer to this question is meaningless now. Mori Ogai's sole purpose as the leader of Port Mafia is Yokohama. This is his ideal. In order to protect Yokohama, he entered Port Mafia and seized the opportunity of the upper leader.

Mr. Dazai fumbled for a system, and he didn't want to be the leader because he liked it.

Mr. Dazai must have something that he can only do when he is the leader.

"What is it?"

"It has nothing to do with Mr. Mori."

Osamu Dazai jumped to Mori Ogai's desk in a few steps, stepped forward and pulled Mori Ogai's red scarf, and asked with a smile, "So can this be a token for me, Sadai?"

Mori Ogai choked: "...You're really welcome, Dazai-kun."

"Even if Mr. Mori wants to resist, he can't help it?"

"..." Mori Ogai couldn't hold back his face, he really felt that he couldn't lift his strength.

Mori Ogai was not very relieved, but when he wanted to ask again, he fainted.

Osamu Dazai glanced at his watch calmly.

OK, the time is just right.

Osamu Dazai turned his face and looked out of the huge window at the few people who had been uncloaked, ignoring the small devil and the clown, skipping over the small peers, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Makino, I'm the leader~"

Little Dazai snorted and didn't bother to look at him, he hung on Makino Qianji's back and rubbed against him.

Boring peers.

I still benefit from the position of a certain cadre of yours.

A cadre, a leader, you will be the baldest of all Dazai!

Makino Chihime glanced at Mori Ogai, then looked away indifferently, "How will he deal with it?"

Makino Chihime's light and light tone makes it easy to think of "reclamation or throwing non-recyclable trash cans", but here is Osamu Dazai who knows Makino Chihime, and knows that this is a simple question.

How to deal with Mori Ogai?

The main world and Ms. Yosano can endure the dislike of Mori Ogai in the illusion, and let the other party shine in a suitable position.

Osamu Dazai could also leave Mori Ogai to deal with the changes in the world afterwards, but he didn't want to.

I would rather work harder in the future and let out a breath of depression.

There are "parents" who always have the confidence to be willful once, don't they?

Dazai played with Mori Ogai's hair, ready to shave his unscrupulous boss's head.

"I remember that you have an orphanage under your name, which is not far from downtown Yokohama." Osamu Dazai had planned for today, and had already decided where his former immediate boss would go:

"Let Mr. Sen go raise Lolita."

He is a good student who fulfills the teacher's wishes, right?Mr. Sen doesn't need to thank me too much when he wakes up. From now on, you don't have to guard Alice!Oh...forgot that Alice equals Mr. Mori.

Restart: Mr. Mori, you won't have to entertain yourself alone in the future, are you happy?Are you moved?

Mori Ogai in a coma: ...I, sense, move, die, you!Unworthy!

Hey, I have an orphanage under my name?

Makino Chihime immediately remembered the background set by the "book" for "Tsushima Sen", because she was not here all the year round and handed it over to Osamu Dazai. El Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud: ...

With complicated emotions, he worked for the young man who held his lifeline.

No matter which world you are in, you cannot escape the fate of beating workers, Mr. Lantang...

Osamu Dazai is very sympathetic, of course he will never have a conscience attack, and reflect on how bad it is to lose his job to the French. The pleasure of capitalists is to squeeze others to work for themselves. If he handed it over to others, wouldn't he just live as Ango?

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Thus, the whereabouts of Mori Ogai was determined in a few words by Osamu Dazai.

Mori Ogai who later woke up in the orphanage: ...

He touched the top of his head that felt a little chilly for some reason, and his hair was still thick. The feeling of relief from the crisis that came from nowhere made Mori Ogai heave a sigh of relief. He lay back again, opened his eyes listlessly, and looked at quite The playful ceiling recalls what happened today.

He couldn't help showing a somewhat puzzled expression.

"Alice sauce..."

The humanoid supernatural power appeared upon summoning, looked through the bedside table and found a lollipop, gnawed on it, sat down on the desk and said nonchalantly, "...Huh?"

Mori Ogai turned his head and asked as if seeking approval: "Dazai-kun, what dissatisfaction can you express? Why did you overthrow me as a teacher? I think I am still a good leader and teacher."

With a surprised face, Alice stared contemptuously at the decadent uncle lying on the bed: "Stupid Rintaro! Are you so bad that you don't even know yourself!"

"Alice sauce QAQ..."

"Hmph, get up quickly! The decadent uncle has become the useless adult he used to be!"

Mori Ogai was sluggish, knowing that Dazai-kun would never let the former leader interfere in the world, he ignored the face of the former Mafia leader, covered his face with a "woof" and cried:

"Woooo Dazai-kun is too much..."

"Hey——Rintaro is crying! Cry again, cry again, I'm going to get a camera to take pictures, it must be a famous painting worth hundreds of millions~!"

"Wait, wait—Alice-chan, calm down!" Mori Ogai couldn't cry now, and put down his hands covering his eyes. Where are the traces of crying when the eyes are clear?

Alice sat back regretfully.

Mori Ogai's expression was gloomy.

Alice-chan, you can't sell such a painting to Dazai-kun for such a high price... right?

No no no.Mori Ogai overturned this nonsensical guess, but he didn't realize that the question he was thinking about now was nonsensical enough, because Mori Ogai, who had experienced a lot of dementia in one day, couldn't help his divergent thinking: The things that persecute him are very thoughtful, but Dazai-kun will not spend so much money on them.

... Dazai-kun is most likely to do black and eat black, he taught.

"Hey, Alice-chan, what do you think Dazai-kun will change the port Mafia into?"

"uh-huh."

I don't know, who knows what will happen in the future.