The Mafia before sunset will always be immersed in its unique loneliness.
Black building, black tiles, black suit...
Everything in Hong Kong seems to be nurturing their fangs in the endless darkness, ready to wait for the last ray of light of the sunset to dissipate.
At that time, it is the best time for thousands of evil spirits to swarm out.
But today it seems a little different.
It was probably because of the sound of fighting coming from a certain room in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang's rare youthful shouting.
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"Okay, it's okay, Chuuya!"
"Huh? I haven't used one-tenth of my strength yet. You are too weak and need more training."
"If you want to continue, you might as well kill me!"
"Kirizawa, this is what you said!"
In the training ground, Nakahara Chuuya's suit jacket had long been thrown aside. He rolled up his sleeves, and although he was sweating profusely, he still shouted at me with all his strength.
He looked so excited that his eyes glowed with strange colors.
But not me.
After all, who can fight directly against Zhongyuan Zhongya?
In the past hour or so, I was completely violently abused from one side, okay!
In response to this, I looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and then lay down on the ground with a thud, making a "big" character.
"I give up." I hummed helplessly.
"Tsk," Zhongyuan Zhongya clicked his tongue seemingly dissatisfied, but he could not hide the joy in his brows, "It's not bad, not bad at all."
Um? Then who just said I was weak?
I glanced at Nakahara Chuuya indifferently, and forced an awkward yet polite smile from the corner of my mouth: Yes, what you said is right.
"Forget it, let's end today's training here." Nakahara Chuya casually put his suit jacket on his shoulders, turned his back and waited for me at the door.
"Help me, thank you..." However, my whole body was sore at this time and I didn't have the strength to get up at all. He had to stretch out a hand and form a slender pillar in the air.
The corner of Zhongyuan Zhongya's mouth twitched, but he still took steps and walked towards me. Then he stretched out a hand and pulled me up.
I stood up suddenly, shaking unsteadily twice at first. After my mind cleared up, I supported my waist with both hands, squeezed out my double chin, and then frowned and stretched my muscles.
"Ha..." After hearing a "Gaba" sound coming from my waist, I breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.
"You really deserve a beating." Zhongyuan Zhongya stared at his eyes and squeezed out these words word by word.
"Necessary stretching after the war." I explained with a forced smile.
Zhongyuan Zhongya rolled his eyes at me, turned around and strode towards the door, the back of his suit almost piercing my eyes.
I limped behind him.
I seriously suspected that my hamstring was injured by his kick, but at this moment I didn’t dare to use my powers rashly, because after all, I seemed to have been set up as a “confused, powerful, and eager to kill white orphaned black boy”.
But in the setting, I don’t know that I am a superpower!
As for discovering that he can use his powers, he still needs to find a suitable time.
"Ah, dark little man, why are you with Kirihara~" Not long after walking out of the training ground, I heard a familiar shout from behind.
Nakahara Chuuya and I turned our heads in unison: Sure enough, it was the mafia cadre who kept waving to us - Dazai Osamu.
"Huh? What are you talking about, mackerel?" Nakahara Chuuya's expression fell instantly. He stretched his neck forward forcefully, and clenched his small fists with black leather gloves in a very shy manner.
"Slug is angry! Kirihara-kun, I'm so scared~protect me~"
Dazai Osamu waved his hands and ran to my side in an exaggerated running posture. I don’t know if Osamu Dazai did it on purpose, but the moment he got closer to me, his foot clearly kicked my injured calf.
I was in pain, screamed in surprise and knelt down on one knee.
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my eyesight went dark.
"Kirihara Sawa...get out of here Dazai Osamu, you did it on purpose!" Nakahara Chuuya squatted down, and after carefully observing my situation, he yelled angrily.
At this moment, I noticed that Dazai Osamu seemed to have let go of the hands that had just been on my shoulders.
"But, Chuuya... I think Kirihara is fine at all~" Dazai Osamu's voice was unusually calm at this moment.
Indeed, since that brief period of severe pain, the pain in my legs became lighter and lighter, and finally it didn’t hurt at all.
I held Nakahara Chuuya's outstretched hand tightly and stood up unsteadily. After stepping in place for a few times, I found that even the initial feeling of fatigue and soreness was no longer there.
"It seems that this is Kirihara's superpower - changing the time of an object." Osamu Dazai said with a sly smile, his eyes filled with aura that was not murderous, but more powerful than murderous aura.
"Why isn't it a healing power? If it is a time-based power... it would be too rare." Nakahara Chuuya asked as he offered his hand.
"Oh, the slug's mind is not very bright. There is a reason why I say that~" Osamu Dazai took out a photo from his pocket.
It was an extremely strange photo. The two ends of a branch still looked like they had just been broken off, but the middle had long since rotted.
These branches were obviously used by me to test my powers when I went to the street with Zhongyuan Zhongya that day.
Thinking of this, my mind suddenly went blank: Osamu Dazai, how did he find out...
"Kirihara-kun, Mr. Mori has been sending people to keep an eye on you." Dazai Osamu's smile faded, but the last words of his words were indeed accompanied by the rise of his clothes.
"Dazai, what do you mean?" The muscles in my body tensed up, and Nakahara Chuuya next to me seemed to be affected as well, taking a few steps back away from me.
"Hey, it's not that interesting. I just want to remind Kirihara to be careful next time," Osamu Dazai lowered his raised arms and said softly, "I didn't tell Mr. Mori about this."
"After all, it's not good to be suspected by Mr. Mori~ After all, everyone will be happy with a new pocket watch, and it's normal for the power to be out of control~ Right, slug~"
Seemingly seeing Nakahara Chuuya's increasingly gloomy expression, Dazai immediately changed his tone, not forgetting to continue calling him "slug".
"Bastard Dazai!"
Obviously, this trick is quite effective.
Nakahara Chuya immediately flew up with a kick, but was blocked and pushed away by Dazai Osamu's backhand.
Dazai Osamu took advantage of Nakahara Chuuya's opportunity to prepare another move and quickly turned around and ran away. But how could Nakahara Chuya just let Dazai Osamu go? I saw him shouting loudly and running in the same direction.
Suddenly, the entire corridor was bustling with activity.
I stood there, the emotions in my heart were indescribably complicated.
According to Dazai Osamu's intention, he clearly discovered that I concealed my life experience. But today he deliberately let me off the hook and did not tell Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuuya about this.
What does this mean?
Deliberately making me owe him a favor, or is it a rare soft-hearted gesture?
My mouth suddenly tasted a bit fishy and sweet. It was probably because I was too nervous and my lips were bitten.
