"The Years Dazai Was a Heartthrob" "The Years I Was a Boss"
During the years when Dazai wore the black coat, his life was colorful.
When Mori Ogai became the leader, Dazai worked hard around and cleared countless copies.
The Tokyo copy successfully contacted the black organization. The organization is very strange, all dressed in black. Psychopaths are springing up one after another. They succeeded in making Dazai realize that there are races other than people with supernatural powers.
Dazai, who was sitting at the rear and fighting without bloodshed, smiled: Nowadays, normal people's psychology is not normal. This is really a good place.
With all the bizarre crime modus operandi and the police records recorded twice a week on average, Dazai shouted: Is this some kind of Death Comes series?
Despite his many shortcomings, Dazai is like a fish in water. The people around him are completely in line with the nature of the Yakuza. He is indifferent and individualistic. He stands in his own spiritual territory and is a complete bystander.
But! He clearly gave full play to his black mud attributes!
What the hell is this gin that I brought him as a souvenir after work! Dazai looked at the text message from Gin on his phone: Do you want crabmeat or a custom-made Italian coat? Yours is too big.
Vodka is too kind to a fault! You thick eyebrows and big eyes, what do you want to do!
After wandering around outside, a ferocious-looking man in a black suit with curly hair walked over menacingly.
Dazai: Oh, let's go together
Curly Hair said angrily; Why didn't you go to school and skip classes?
The long-haired man is gentle: Xiao Zhenping, don't scare him.
Dazai:.
He wanted to enter the water, but within a minute of being exposed to the water, a pair of strong hands carried him to the shore. The personnel include a ruthless killer, a one-eyed chef, and a famous detective who has shrunk in size but is more intelligent than ordinary people.
Dazai: So I am some kind of princess?
Whatever you want to gain will be lost, goodwill is not eternal, Dazai thought so.
He carefully selected copies of Vongola.
The leader of Vongola is young, with a bit of naive stupidity, and the whole organization is full of youthful spirit.
Dazai: Doesn't this go well with the Yakuza?
Reborn smiled mysteriously: So you need to accompany them to grow up.
Dazai was shocked, did I get a training copy? So began some devilish guidance.
There is no youth or frivolity here. The reality and cruelty of the world will slowly begin.
But Chief Vongola smiled at him, gently but firmly: I will protect you.
Dazai tilted his head and pretended not to notice.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was very talented. After a little success, he quietly pulled him aside with a red face: Teacher, can you stay here a little longer?
It was his old club who spoke and freed Dazai from the image that spiraled him into heaven.
Dazai, who took over the mission when he returned to Yokohama, met a dark dwarf. They turned from enemies into companions and became partners who hated each other. One day when he turned eighteen, the dwarf shyly said: I like you.
Dazai: Haha, the wind is really strong today, the monster said he likes me
When he was sixteen, Dazai had an apprentice. Hard-headed and stubborn.
I made two friends, one was a natural nerd and the other was a senior social worker. They often went to Ginza to get together, and time there seemed to pass very slowly. Dazai recalled the sake he drank when the cherry blossoms first bloomed, which was sour and a little sweet. When the snow fell, Odasaku wore a black coat and Ango wore a black and white scarf. He had a birthday.
At the age of fourteen, he was confused and could only accept the malice of the world. Malice was something he could deal with, so malice enveloped him like a tide, leading him to see the darkness of the outside world.
At the age of sixteen, he began to look at the gentle kindness, and an empty wind stirred up under his pure black soul. The wind did not bring severe coldness to the scene. The pure white soul walks fearlessly toward its destiny, never bowing to its destiny.
Intention: People live in order to survive
