After Raising Shuanghei

[This article is not long, daily sweet cookies for raising cubs] [I'll be back when the next door is finished! ! Hello everyone, my name is Seira Minano, and I am a delicate and frail Mafia. Entrusted by the Nine Generations, I traveled all the way from Italy to Yokohama and took on the responsibility of "assisting Young Master Tsushima to revitalize the family." The first time I met the young master named Dazai Osamu, he was wearing a messy bandage and had just had a fight with a stray dog ​​on the street in order to protect the Feng Shui treasure land under the bridge pier. I'm happy because he won. Awesome. The young master's brain circuit is different from that of normal people. He wanted to run away from home and jump into the river every day at a young age. I spent a lot of effort to correct him. Thinking that his rebellion might be due to a lack of communication with his peers, I enthusiastically invited the ocher-haired boy on the roadside to come to my home. The young boy named Chuuya looked a little awkward for some reason, but he still accepted my invitations from time to time, and would take me out for a walk from time to time. Raising one is also raising, raising two is also raising. I am very happy to see that Chuuya and Dazai have become good friends who hit it off immediately. It's the doctor at home who can't stop sighing every time he sees the three of us together. Maybe he's jealous. The time finally came when the young master came of age and he inherited the family business. My mission ended here and it was time to pack up and return to my hometown in Italy. At the banquet, Dazai-kun, who I have raised for six years, took off his bandage, smiled brightly, and knew how to repay kindness. He pulled me and insisted on toasting me. Chuuya stood aside with his arms folded, rarely quarreling with him. I was flattered, and when I thought that I might never see them again in the future, I was moved and sad as I took the glass and took a sip. Then his eyes went dark. When I woke up the next day, I had a splitting headache. I looked at my hands that were handcuffed on the bedside, and then at the two teenagers who were dangerous in every sense of the word, and fell into silence. Family, I can't seem to leave. -- Before I could figure out the outline, eight cars passed by. Purpose: Rebellious literature in the bloody years