Forget it. Whatever the reason, don't come back. Next time I see you causing trouble, I'll tie balloons to you and send you flying into the sky.
Well, those were Reborn's words, stemming from a time when Sawada Tsunayoshi had failed to heed his stern threats.
"Pfft, alright, alright, why are you looking at me with such an incredulous expression? Your threats are completely ineffective; they're actually almost funny." Dazai Osamu said, lounging lazily.
Fine, this guy actually dares to speak ill of Reborn; he's quite brave.
Dazai Osamu remained motionless, like a Sleeping Beauty, even his posture was that of a very dignified corpse: "You should say, 'I'm going to rip out your tongue, cut off your limbs, then I'll..'. That's how it should be. Don't say those things when threatening others next time; in Yokohama, it'll just make you look like a pushover."
Those muted words couldn't be broadcast at all. Sawada Tsunayoshi was shocked by what he heard; just what kind of hellish place was Yokohama!
Tsunayoshi held it in for a long time, unable to find a way to respond; his words were no different than a mere itch to Dazai Osamu.
In short, don't play pranks anymore in the future.
Having said that, Sawada Tsunayoshi moved to untangle the net from Dazai Osamu's body, only to meet a pair of dim eyes. The owner of those eyes curled his lips slightly: "No, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely come to harass you."
Has this person taken the wrong medicine? How could he be so certain about him?
"Unless you leave me to die without helping, in which case I will never bother you again." Dazai Osamu proposed a suggestion with a face full of smiles, though his tone sounded less like a suggestion and more like a form of bewitchment.
Seducing Sawada Tsunayoshi into taking action against him.
Before Sawada Tsunayoshi could react, he looked around alertly, sensing that something was wrong.
After a short while, a group of people walked out holding firearms, watching with predatory eyes.
Dazai Osamu of the Port Mafia, you've finally fallen into our hands. Today, we shall avenge our brothers.
They glared at Dazai Osamu.
Chapter 89: Literary Stream Day Nine
Who are you guys?
Dazai Osamu had a look of confusion on his face, as if he didn't remember these people at all.
He made a perfunctory gesture to shoo them away. "I don't remember you, you probably aren't anything special either. Go on, go on, I have no interest in playing revenge games with you today."
What a sharp tongue.
To remain so calm even when the enemy comes knocking at your door—he's on par with Byakuran.
The enemy was furious, gritting his teeth: "Damn it, how could you dare to forget us! A month ago, you led your people to raid our base and wounded half of our brothers. How could you dare to forget that!"
You demon, you heartless man.
With those words, Sawada Tsunayoshi could still argue with them in his heart; Dazai Osamu's face didn't look like a man's at all; he was clearly still just a young boy with a bit of baby fat.
Dazai Osamu yawned boredly; the net was like a mere decoration on him, he didn't feel his appearance was strange or in need of any improvement at all.
I'm telling you guys, don't go around saying you're seeking revenge for someone or someone else all the time. You need to face reality and find your true enemies. I'm just a worker doing dirty work for the Port Mafia, earning a meager salary every month while doing the most exhausting jobs and having to endure my moronic boss's perverted remarks from time to time.
Sigh, what can you do when our boss is a Weather-changing Lolicon? Go find him. If you kill him, I'll support you with both hands and feet.
Oh, although I still can't remember your faces, after all," Dazai Osamu said in a nonchalant tone, his eyes hollow, "you are too insignificant. Whether it's you or your organization, you both have absolutely no presence. Once you're eliminated, you're gone.
If you're lucky enough to be alive, you should cherish it. Who gave you the audacity to come looking for trouble with the Port Mafia?
What obnoxious words, what a confident posture; this made Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly remove the net from his body, otherwise, he would be caught like a turtle in a jar in a moment.
Haha, just kidding.
However, those people looked provoked but still showed no sign of fear; instead, they were filled with a rage that made them want to grind Dazai Osamu into dust.
Noticing this, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, wondering what kind of trump card they actually held.
No other Ability users had come to Yokohama, the local Ability users had made no moves either, so where did their confidence come from?
"Ah, there's no other way; I'll have to show my true skills." Dazai Osamu stretched, his bones cracking loudly, he covered his waist with a pained expression.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said, "You sprained it, didn't you?"
Yes, it flashed.
Tsunayoshi continued to ask, "Does your true ability have something to do with your waist?"
Dazai Osamu nodded with a serious expression. "Of course it's related. If your waist isn't good, you really can't bring out your true skills."
The enemies had no patience to wait for them to finish their banter, instead showed a sense of inexplicable excitement: "Bring on whatever other moves you have, just stop playing tricks."
Sawada Tsunayoshi shielded Dazai Osamu behind him with one hand, while his other hand prepared to strike.
As for Dazai Osamu behind him, he lowered his hands from his waist and bolted away.
A voice drifted from afar: "Tsunayoshi-kun, I'll leave this to you. I'm running off now, bye-bye! Hold out a little longer for my reinforcements, okay?"
Oh.
Oh?
Oh!
Oh, my foot! Is this his true skill? His true skill at running away, his true skill at shifting blame, his true skill at deserting the battlefield!
Left behind, Sawada Tsunayoshi faced dozens of eyes and couldn't help but take two steps back, swallowing hard. With dozens of dark gun barrels pointed at him, Tsunayoshi slowly raised his hands. "No, I'm not with him."
It has nothing to do with me, I'm just a passerby.
Please act as if I don't exist.
The enemy's mouth twitched. "Do I look like a fool to you?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked his innocent, large eyes.
The enemy waved his hand: "Chase them!"
And you, you're with Dazai Osamu, so you won't escape being caught either.
What was there left to say? Sawada Tsunayoshi also took off running, heading straight toward Dazai Osamu's direction; even if he died, he was going to drag the culprit down with him!
Whether it was because Dazai Osamu's frail body was in poor condition or not, Sawada Tsunayoshi caught up to him without much effort. When the two met, Dazai Osamu even greeted him quite leisurely: "Oh my, it's you, Tsu-kun. The weather is lovely today; it wouldn't be bad if we headed to the underworld together."
Not good, my foot! Who wants to go to the underworld with you? I'm not interested! Since you're heading to the underworld anyway, why are you running!
Dazai Osamu frowned his handsome face, his tone serious and accompanied by slight panting: "But I really don't like being sent off by a man; if they brought a beautiful girl, I would definitely agree."
Sawada Tsunayoshi easily overtook him and ran ahead, looking back in disbelief: "Once I have a certain understanding of your absurdity, you always manage to surprise me."
Dazai Osamu said shyly, "As long as it can surprise you."
Tsunayoshi: "That's not a compliment!"
Dazai Osamu chuckled, reaching out and grabbing Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand, forcing the two of them to run together: "Don't even think about running away alone."
Ahhh, this person is simply too troublesome; how can he be just as perverted as Byakuran?
Dazai Osamu said leisurely, "If you want me to stop approaching you and stop being a burden, it's very simple: just kill me and throw me to those people."
They only want to chase me, it has nothing to do with you. Wouldn't you be free if I were gone?
Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his ears and continued moving forward. "No, no, not at all! Don't think you can bewitch me just by babbling on like that. I'm telling you, I'm not going to listen to a single word you say!"
When facing strange and peculiar people, Sawada Tsunayoshi had his own set of principles for interaction: do not believe a single word they say, do not overthink them. Because while their words might seem reasonable and like the optimal solution, they are actually filled with a series of traps and pits just waiting for you to fall into them.
Although the short legs were moving very fast, the people behind still caught up to them. Tuantuan and the others surrounded them, the leader pulled something out from behind his back, grinning sinisterly. "I'll let you run? Heh, we came here fully prepared today. If I let you escape, I'll be a dog."
Dazai Osamu poked his head out from behind Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Then you can give me a bark, if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go."
This person is simply incapable of understanding human speech!
Sawada Tsunayoshi was greatly shocked; even at this stage, the provocations had not ceased, making it seem as though he had never been beaten before.
In a flash, the opponent angrily unleashed a burst of light, while flames appeared in Sawada Tsunayoshi's hands, a deep voice echoed from behind: "Ability"
The three converged, forming a scorching storm that swept through everyone. The enemies hadn't expected things to turn out this way; they wailed in pain, their eyes stinging so much they couldn't keep them open.
Meanwhile, Sawada Tsunayoshi gripped Dazai Osamu's hand tightly in the center of the storm; even as his eyes were deformed by the wind, he still struggled to cry out, "Hold my hand! Grab on!"
Dazai Osamu's originally casual posture was involuntarily drawn in; he had actually listened to Tsunayoshi's words, the two of them held each other tightly.
A flash of white light passed by, leaving behind only a scattered group of men in black; Sawada Tsunayoshi and Dazai Osamu had vanished.
Chapter 90: Literary Stream Day Ten
Sawada Tsunayoshi was all too familiar with the concept of traveling through time. It all began when, caught in the schemes of various factions, various people, even himself, he was hit by a Rocket Darts from ten years in the future, transporting him to the future and beginning his legendary path as a hero.
Punching Byakuran, kicking the Simon Family, saving Rainbow.
That's getting off track. In short, he was all too familiar with the sensation of transmigration, so when he held Dazai Osamu tightly as they fell to the ground, a familiar sense of dizziness enveloped him. He immediately dodged the bullets flying in from all directions and quickly found cover.
There was no time to mourn the fact that he had transmigrated again; he placed the unconscious Dazai Osamu, who was cosplaying Sleeping Beauty on the ground, down and went off alone to deal with the surrounding enemies.
The new location was a wasteland, filled with the scent of gunpowder everywhere; it seemed the place where they landed was not a good place either.
Uh, that sentence was redundant and too convoluted.
Tsunayoshi, with no one talking to him, silently swallowed the retort on the tip of his tongue and turned to check on Dazai Osamu's condition; fortunately, he was unconscious.
After ensuring the surroundings were safe, Sawada Tsunayoshi, a small figure, dragged the large Dazai Osamu through the rubble, searching for a shelter.
I've treated you like this and still haven't abandoned you, so you'd better remember this once we travel back. Don't go trying to scare me by committing suicide in front of me ever again, or next time I really will leave you to your fate.
Sigh, why did I travel through time again? When will I ever be able to go back? I suddenly miss Reborn's death glare so much; have I turned into a masochist?
No, no, no, that would be terrible. I definitely don't want to become a strange adult. I'd better just forget about Reborn.
I wonder if Lambo has been causing any mischief. I hope Gokudera Hayato can be a bit more patient with him; he's just such a little child.
Sawada Tsunayoshi rambled on about many people, mentioning how every single one of the Guardians was concerned and nostalgic, even Xanxus and Byakuran seemed particularly precious at this moment; after all, they were all his own people.
After walking, stopping, resting for a long time, it was inevitable that the child found it a bit difficult to drag the adult along. He finally found a quiet place with water and houses, at this moment, Dazai Osamu also slowly and weakly woke up.
Sawada Tsunayoshi met a pair of pure, innocent eyes, the owner of those eyes weakly covered her chest. "Oh my, where am I? Why can't I remember anything? Who are you to me? My head hurts so much."
Sawada Tsunayoshi gave him a deadpan look.
Dazai Osamu continued his performance: "Not only is my head aching, but my heart aches too, my whole body is in pain. What is happening to me? Could it be that I was hit by a large truck driven by a perverted middle-aged man overflowing with jealousy while I was on a date with a beautiful young lady?"
Didn't you just say all that?