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164 pages, Paperback
First published March 10, 2018
“Well, there you have it, Dazai,” Mori said, smirking. “Chuuya is the most violently powerful person in this room. But in the Mafia, violence and brute force are merely a couple of tools at our disposal. Our true strength lies in controlling rational action by any means necessary. In this case, the disadvantage of opposing me outweighs the advantage. Just some food for thought.”
“I guess I see what you mean, but what are you lecturing me for?”
“Good question.”
Dazai showed flashes of brilliance one moment, but the next moment, they were gone. As soon as he seemed to have it all figured out, he’d confuse everyone by talking about his bizarre, meaningless fascination with suicide.
“The mission isn’t over yet,” Dazai suggested with a cold gaze. “It only ends when everyone involved in the assassination and fabrication of the boss’s final testament has been silenced…permanently. Right?”
Miscalculation.
You misjudged the situation, he told himself. You failed to pick the optimal solution. You shouldn’t have chosen this child to help you. Dazai is unpredictable. He can be sharp but in a dark, twisted way. He’s observant. He’s cold and calculating with no equivalent even in the Mafia, where the most evil reside.
“You have no idea how irritatin’ this is, you crafty son of a bitch,” Chuuya grumbled while still midair. “I can’t believe your prediction was right again!”as well as completely absurd skills
{...} “I’m pissed, too.” Chuuya’s scowling face was bruised and cut up. “Every last detail went just as that sly bastard said it would, even the ending.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Chuuya spat. “The hell can’t his skill do…?”
“…Hey,” Chuuya muttered softly.
Dazai didn’t reply. He didn’t even turn around.
“…Hey, I’m talkin’ to you,” Chuuya repeated. “Tell me where we’re going.”
“Gosh, the weather is really nice today. In fact, it’s so nice, I think I can hear a little fairy talking to me.”
“Aw, piss off. You know it’s me.”
“I see… So it’s all for your partner,” Dazai said listlessly. “Betraying the Mafia, spreading rumors about the old boss’s resurrection, this fight we’re in now… It’s kind of hard to believe, to be honest.”
“Maybe for a slimeball like you it is,” Chuuya scoffed. He looked up at Randou. “Throwing everything away for your friends is a perfectly respectable reason to risk your life if you ask me… What more could you ask for in an opponent?”
I dedicate my blood - my everything - to you, boss. I will protect this organization you slave over and work myself to the bone in order to decimate its enemies. Those who oppose the Port Mafia will learn firsthand how ruthless gravity can be.