Dazai Is Off to Kindergarten!

Yunzi is the director of a kindergarten. Though young, she has taken over the family business and used a simulation management game to build the kindergarten into a thriving enterprise.

But during an earthquake, she exhausts all her energy saving the children in her class and is forced into a System punishment: raise a boy named Dazai Osamu to adulthood.

Yunzi greets 132 children every day, so she thinks this shouldn't be difficult with the System at her side.

Then she watches in stunned silence as the boy starts trying to drown himself whenever she looks away.

Seriously, man, what are you doing?

As a spirit, she can't be seen by anyone, so every time she has to dutifully fish him out of wherever he's ended up, then drag him to apologize to someone else's family.

Energy is hard to earn, okay?! Every time I want to touch you, it costs energy!

Three hundred and seventy-two times.

That's how many times Yunzi tries to stop him and talk him out of it.

Then, on an ordinary sunny day, she suddenly returns to her body.

She goes back to her peaceful life, though every now and then she thinks of the boy who has sunk deep into darkness.

...I wonder how he's doing now.

She even went back to look for him once, but found nothing. It was as if the name had been erased by the Port Mafia.

"Goodbye, Director Yunzi!"

A cute little child waves at her in a babyish voice. Though already a little tired, Yunzi perks up and replies, "Goodbye, Ran! Goodbye, Sonoko! Remember to bring your handkerchief tomorrow."

Then she looks up and sees the face she thought she'd never see again. He used to be about the same height as Yunzi, but now she has to tilt her head back and still only reaches his chin.

Knowing that the boy had never seen her before, Yunzi doesn't try to reveal who she is. "May I ask which child you're the parent of?"

It must be a coincidence.

"...I finally found you." The young man walks straight toward her and, to Yunzi's astonishment, pulls her into a tight embrace.

Yunzi doesn't know what to do with her hands. "W-what?"

"Three hundred and seventy-two times," he murmurs softly in her ear. "You remember, don't you?"

I've always been able to see you.

Three hundred and seventy-two times.

That's how many times you saved me.

Theme: May everyone live well