The Traveler Is a Special Magician [Soharashin Chainsaw Fumino Fate Gojo Satoru/machima/osam Dazai]

———————————————————— Naohua: Impossible! How did you rescue Gojo Satoru from the prison gate? Sora: He has my pocket anchor in his pocket. ———————————————— Luohu: You brat, how dare you underestimate me! Burn you until there is no ashes left! Sora: Do you know what happened to the [lady] who said this to me last time? ———————————————————- Dazai Osamu: Yellow-haired Nara, do you see the purple exclamation mark on my head? Come and realize my wish, this is a daily task~ Sora: ... Harder, harder, fist harder! ———————————————————- The chief special magician in the magic world—Gojo Satoru Leader of Yokohama Port—Osama Dazai Chief of the Public Security Anti-Monster Special Section 4—Machima "I have said it before, there is no curse more twisted than love." Gojo Satoru, his voice was hoarse, and his fingertips brushed the corner of Sora's lips from Sora's chin. "Let us curse each other to our heart's content." "Gojo-kun, no sneaking away." Makima jumped over the table and walked towards the boy. With a snap of his fingers, the chains that bound him turned into powder. The boy's somewhat exhausted body leaned forward and slid down. "You're too slow, devil." Gojo Satoru walked around behind Sora and played with the smooth blond hair between his fingers. Makima leaned over and hugged the boy. One side of her long, magnificent red hair was like a hanging branch of a flowering tree. The end was buried on the boy's shoulder, giving off a slightly soothing fragrance. She took Sora's cold fingers and brought them to her lips to bite them lightly. Dazai Osamu walked slowly towards the young man who had his head lowered and said nothing, with a look of being spoiled. Bending down, he stared at the young man coldly with his dead leaf-colored eyes, and fiddled with the tassel earrings on the young man's ears. "Song, let's die for love together?" The corner of his mouth raised a strange arc. Intention: Sora! ! ! !