In the following days, Nakahara Chuuya did not show any obvious doubts about the last "twig incident". It was probably because of what Osamu Dazai said to him later.
However, the intensity of his cruel training increased one after another.
To be honest, Nakahara Chuuya's training method is not as direct and exciting as Dazai Osamu's direct shooting, but it is enough to make me drink a pot.
Another afternoon, I dragged my sore body to the training ground step by step. After all, when I think about what I will experience later, what I will experience tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... I feel dizzy and want to plunge into the river and never come out.
"Kirihara, there is no training today."
Ahaha, I seem to have heard Zhongyuan Zhongya tell me not to train~
"Kirihara?"
Hahahaha, how is this possible~
"Kirizawa, have you been kicked in the head by a mackerel!?" Nakahara Chuya roared, and at the same time, he hit me hard on the head with his fist.
I suddenly felt dizzy and fell down.
After seeing the face of the person in front of me clearly, I realized that what just happened was not a dream.
"C-Chuuya," I murmured in disbelief, "Did you just say that today... you won't be training!?"
"Otherwise?" Zhongyuan Zhong also rolled his eyes.
"Zhongya, you are really great!" After hearing this great news, I couldn't care less about the pain in my head. He jumped up fiercely and tried to hug Nakahara Chuuya.
Seeing this, a strange red cloud appeared on Nakahara Chuuya's face. He stepped back quickly and kept saying, "It's just because I happen to have other tasks today. Don't think too much about it!"
"It's okay, it's okay, any mission is better than training," I said with a smile, "By the way, this is my first time on a mission."
"Don't expect too much," Zhongyuan Zhongya glanced at me with a strange look and said, "After all, many newcomers have vomited after their first mission."
Vomited?
Was it because of tiredness? Or did you feel nauseous and vomited after seeing blood on the ground?
There was a little timidity in my eyes.
And Zhongyuan Zhongya quickly understood my special emotions. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened his eyes with gentle eyes, and said slowly: "Don't worry, everyone comes here like this."
Feeling Zhongyuan Zhongye's unique power, I smiled back lightly: "I'm relieved."
…
It turns out this is a port dominated by the Port Mafia.
The entire port is dominated by cement floors. Inside the port are several blue and red warehouses. It is self-evident what items are stored inside. Outside the port is the sparkling sea water, with wave after wave reflecting the few lights in the darkness.
I put the hood of my hoodie on my head, revealing only half of my eyes that were pretending to be gloomy and bewildered, and kept wandering on the vast concrete floor.
It's nighttime now, and there's no shortage of mafias armed with guns guarding the port.
Woo——
A loud, piercing whistle cut across the night sky.
After hearing the order, I quickly walked to the escort team.
According to Nakahara Chuuya, he will hide not far away and decide whether to take action based on the situation. And because I am thinner than him, it is not easy for the enemy to spot me. Of course, he might also have considered that I was a newcomer and needed a lot of training, so he arranged for me to ambush nearby.
But rather than saying it was an ambush, it was more like waiting for the enemy to arrive.
Because except for the subordinates of Hong Kong Hei, there is no other cover around me.
The ship has docked.
My nerves also became tense, and I mobilized all my senses to look for enemies hiding in the dark.
But all I felt was workers carrying goods one after another.
Everything seems so ordinary...
Until that murderous intention appeared!
The physical sensation all over my body immediately dropped to zero, and I turned around sharply to observe what was about to happen.
It's Bai Yu!
There is no wind but the white feathers are flying continuously!
I saw the white feathers instantly flying into a bunch of small white tornadoes. Wherever it went, port workers and cargo disappeared together, not even a shadow was left behind.
Seeing this scene, my mind went blank. Although there was definitely an element of shock in it, I still thought more of an "old friend" - Rabindranath Tagore.
Isn't this the scene when he uses his superpower?
The sky is filled with white feathers, and large living people have disappeared.
But this time the truth is "1=n": all the workers disappeared, leaving only one man.
This man is not an insider of Port Mafia.
At first glance, this man seems to be no different from Tagore at that time. But looking closely, his beard is still not as white as snow, nor is it very long.
But his cold and numb expression, his cane and his clothes remained unchanged.
"I finally waited for some movement from Mafia... I didn't expect it to be a little baby. I am so disappointed." Tagore's mouth was covered by his beard, and the opening and closing of his lips could not be seen. So much so that his voice seemed to come from the void.
What do you mean, is he deliberately waiting for Mafia to send someone? !
That would be really bad.
"Sir, how do you know I'm not good?" I laughed, feeling a thin layer of sweat break out on my back.
"Ha," Tagore sneered, "breath, your breath reveals fear... you are prey!"
Sure enough, I was completely seen through. Even after being trained by Double Black at different times, would I still be trembling in fear when facing such a powerful person...
etc!
Double black!
Zhongyuan Zhongye!
Where did Zhongyuan Zhongye go?
I clearly remember him supporting me not far away.
"Are you looking for that little doll?" Tagore noticed my hasty looking eyes, "I was stopped by my subordinates."
"Then what is your purpose?" I asked calmly.
After all, I seemed to become less nervous after understanding the situation I was in.
"To accumulate the primitive foundation for the development of capitalism," Tagore impatiently tapped the ground with his cane, "and to clean up a few stray things that grew up in the darkness."
"What about me? One of the bastards?" I asked leisurely with a bright smile.
"Yeah, it's just a little more troublesome than other bastards." He nodded and moved his cane to his right hand.
It is not difficult for me to deduce from the trend of his movements: Tagore is about to take action.
Seeing this, even though Tagore and I are very different in ability. But I reacted immediately, took off the warm pocket watch from my neck, and wrapped it around my forearm.
I couldn't help but rub the back of the pocket watch dial with my fingers, feeling its unique texture.
"Whether it's good times or bad, life is an endless battle against all kinds of difficulties, a battle with an outnumbered enemy... I hope you're ready!"
After Tagore finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash, replaced by white feathers full of murderous aura, turning into a white tornado and attacking me!
"This is my special ability - the flying bird set. It can turn objects that have come into contact with me, including me, into flying feathers. I can control them and return them to their original shape at a designated location."
Tagore's voice boomed out from the white tornado, giving me considerable pressure.
The situation is starting to get out of control.
As I thought about this, my fingertips felt cold due to nervousness.
