Reel dog disqualification

"Operation code name 'Rage God', born eight years ago in Leibo Street in the Yokohama Concession, an unidentified special-grade magic spirit. Oh? Special-grade?"

Gojo Satoru is on a cruise ship, and he has never been to the only waterway in Sanqi, and Yokohama happens to be a well-known port city, so the journey of the young master seems like a game.

He was lazy and lazy, leaning against the railing on the deck, and only then began to read the mission summary.

Shiina Yuki had just flown with seabirds for a while, enjoying himself under the long-lost sea and sky.

Now sinking down, I watched together next to Gojo Satoru: "Special grade? Young master, how about the relaxing trip with pleasant scenery and public travel?"

The 16-year-old was leaning halfway on the railing, the bright golden sunlight falling on his superior eyelashes, casting a light gray shadow.

He adorned the sunglasses to cover the blue eyes that stretched to the sky, so that they were no longer eye-catching, but intertwined with his surrounding temperament to create a different kind of elegance.

──He looks good.

Shiina Yuki was once again bewitched by the young master's beauty.

She took a deep breath.

──Hold on!Yukina Shiina!

You are a firm and persistent curly dog, how can you succumb to such a superficial appearance!The young master is nothing but blue-faced and withered!

As a result, the curly dog ​​steadied itself skillfully again.

Gojo Satoru didn't know how intense psychological struggle Shiina Xing had experienced during this period.

He crushed the thin volume of information: "Stupid, the layout is bigger, the super-grade is to me, not as good as pudding is to you."

whispering sound.

Shiina found out, the older he got, the more arrogant this young master seemed to be.

Even super class is looked down upon now.

One time, when he and Xia Youjie went on a mission, he said: "We are the strongest!"

Shiina Yuki.

It cannot be denied that this sentence is extremely true.

But: "Why is the pudding to me? Can't it be the first-level curse spirit to me?"

Gojo Satoru made her realize the reality: "I still remember the cat-dog fight between you and Pudding for the last shrimp."

──He knows that Shiina Yuki thinks he's a hot dog.

Shiina was silent.

It was a dinner party one day.

Shiina Yuki, who has not indulged his appetite since the age of four, has gradually become extravagant after being raised by Gojo Satoru for ten years.

She took aim at the shrimp and poked Gojo Satoru: "Master, I want to—"

Gojo Satoru is exceptionally good at peeling shrimp!

His fingers are long and slender, and his nails are neatly cut, pinching and peeling off slowly and very quickly.

Peel the shrimp and feed it to Shiina Yuki with the tail of the shrimp.

The curly dog ​​doesn't have the self-knowledge of a serious adult woman, and is very happy to take it away.

Shiina Yuki: I'm so happy!

She has no sense of hunger or sleepiness, just greed.

Just as the curly dog ​​was enjoying the delicious food, a ghostly figure suddenly jumped up from under the table.

It is like a legendary ninja, unknown, silent, one hit kills!

One of Shiina's delicious shrimps was snatched away like this!

Pudding's pointy cat teeth grab the prize.

It seems to be showing Shiina Yuki the sensitivity of the cat, with the arrogant eyes passed down by the young master, and glanced at Shiina Yuki lightly, as if smiling.

"Cat master! I respect you as much as I usually do! Now you're still robbing me of a shrimp!"

Shiina Yuki was still a little joking at this time.

but.

She made a mistake!

EVERY EVERY EVERY!

Pudding seems to be fighting her, or in other words, the cat owner's self-esteem is at work, and he refuses to admit defeat!

In this way, a cat and a curly dog ​​reached a [-]-[-] split.

Shiina Yuki.

──As an old saying goes, you can't hide the eyes that want to kill a cat.

Gojo Satoru watched the excitement for a long time, saw Shiina Yuki's eyes getting more and more dangerous, and was finally amused: "What do you care about with a cat?"

"No, young master, it's not just a calculation."

Shiina Xing was extremely serious. While staring at the pudding, wary of its next move, she said, "This is dignity, a battle of faith! It's like a crow and a white vulture."

Gojo Satoru: "The crow and the white vulture?"

Shiina Yuki: "Volleyball boy... Eldest young master, please don't disturb me."

She shielded Wujou with one hand, muttering: "This is the last battle, the moment of victory and defeat, I,"

Before Yukina Shiina could finish speaking, there was a sudden flash of lightning!

Pudding snatched the unpeeled shrimp from Gojo Satoru's hand, ran away with the fruit in his mouth.

Shiina Yuki watched helplessly as the cat took away the last shrimp.

It also looked back halfway, as if paying tribute to Shiina Yuki──

──Weak chicken curly dog, meow won!

"..."

There is a sentence that I don't know when to say it or not.

──How can you not talk about Wude? !

Pudding: Do you talk martial arts with a cat?

Forced to recall this unbearable past.

Shiina looked forward to the sea.

The water is rippling, reflecting the blue sky.

With the knowledge that he was abandoned ten years ago, Curly Dog thought—

──Sink from here, bury yourself to the bottom of the sea, how long will it take?

She slapped the young master with her finger, and then slapped him again.

It seems to be complaining about not saving her face.

Gojo Satoru just let her poke him.

──He is happy to indulge this habit.

Both of them had to have lunch on the ship before arriving in Yokohama.

Gojo Satoru ordered several big lobsters for Shiina Yuki to break the ice.

The curly dog ​​got cheap and good-looking, and directed Gojo Wu, dipping it in sauce for a while, and saying it was hot or cold for a while.

Put the hot ones for a while, and eat the cold ones.

──Actually, it’s just nitpicking for no reason.

It stopped after a few tosses.

When the cat-dog war ended──

Gojo Satoru collapsed on the table laughing on the spot.

Shiina Yuki faded, limp and not even floating, just sat on a chair beside her and was sad about life.

Gojo Satoru was tired from laughing, breathing slowly, and didn't get up.

Just lying on the table like this, only turned his head, his eyes still squinted, full of smiles.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Pudding goes hunting all day long, and he can't beat you when it comes to killing you."

The young master stretched out his hand, and brushed the wilting hair along with Curly Dog: "Next time, I'll pick a few big lobsters and peel them for you to eat to your heart's content?"

──I ate it several times later.

Get off the cruise ship.

Before Gojo Satoru went to meet up with anyone.

The suddenness is in the sky, it belongs to the roar of planes piercing through the air, explosions and heavy objects falling.

Straight into the distant sea.

"Wow."

Shiina Yuki was amazed.

"Is this a pleasant and leisurely public tour?"

This time, even Wujo Wu is no longer what he used to say.

This young master has pulled out the curse spirit and destroyed the domain, but he will not bring down the plane.

──Although, it is just a small private jet.

Shiina Yuki: Just?Small?

For the time being, don't care about the inhumanity of the young master.

Shiina Yuki vaguely saw who jumped off the plane.

Literally.

He wore a short black coat, trousers, and a purple-gray hoodie. Judging by his figure, he should be just a teenager.

It just fell down without any reason.

──Is he underestimating the gravity?

Shiina Yuki hurriedly said, "Master, Master! Save people!"

Wujo Gojo narrowed Cang Lanze's eyes, and examined him: "No need, a special energy that is different from mana power diffuses from his body, which should be able to make him land smoothly."

That's it.

"See you."

Shiina Yuki obviously saw it too.

It just floated in mid-air like this, and then fell again.

Although not as good as Gojo Satoru, Shiina Yuki still felt a huge energy that was almost overflowing.

Just like the young master in a depressed state, the depth of his spell power.

──Who is it?

But she didn't have time to think about it, the people who came to meet them had already arrived.

It was a silver-haired old gentleman decorated with a single lens, and a young man who always held a little red book.

The gentleman called Guangjin Liulang.

As for the young man--

──He was wrapped in a bandage, and his iris-colored eyes were filled with a kind of childishness that I don't know whether it was artificial or pure.

Close the book and say: "This is the first time we meet, I am Osamu Dazai."