The day when I was favored by my brothers

As the headquarters of the Port Mafia, the ‌ building can be said to be a landmark building in Yokohama. It towers into the sky and is spectacular. Its pure black appearance is also quite oppressive.

Today, the Port Mafia Building welcomed two strange guests.

A man was wearing a gorgeous hunting coat, with silver hair reaching his ankles, a shoulder pad on his left shoulder, a fur coat on his right shoulder, and several gorgeous sabers hanging around his waist. His face was cold and handsome, and there were two innocent red demon lines on each cheek, all over his body.

His temperament is otherworldly, as if he were stepping on the moon.

A man with silver hair and red clothes, whose fiery red clothes were stained with some dust and looked a little embarrassed (he had just been beaten by his elder brother), had his bare feet on the ground, with a weapon that looked like a boning knife or a machete on his waist, and a head on his head.

He wears a pair of animal ears that seem to be used for sexual intercourse. Ignoring this outfit and focusing only on his face, he can be called a handsome young man. However, his temperament is indeed a bit naive. In addition,

He kept moving his nose and sniffing the air, which made him look even more stupid.

"I smell something ominous." Inuyasha frowned: "It's the same as the smell I smelled when I was in Naraku's lair before."

Sesshomaru continued to remain expressionless and ignored his cheap brother.

Standing at the door of the building is an old man wearing a monocle. He is well-dressed and behaves like a gentleman. As one of the centenarians of the "Black Lizard", Hiratsu Yanagi can be regarded as a senior cadre in the organization.

‌Now I saw that Nakahara Chuuya, who had always been reliable, suddenly brought ‌ two young men with different painting styles. The one in red clothes was okay, ‌ was the one in white clothes with long hair... It was just...

From the first impression, you can understand that he is extremely dangerous.

Moreover, looking at the other party's expression, it is completely impossible to tell whether they are friends or foes.

It is never wise to make an enemy against such a powerful person.

Guangjin Liulang came forward, bowed slightly, and said in a slightly nervous tone: "Master Chuuya... who are these two?"

"Oh, them? It's no problem, you don't have to be afraid." Zhongyuan Zhongya waved his hand to signal the old man to calm down: "They are my sister's elder brother and younger brother."

Guangjin Liulang: "...?"

Obviously you can understand every word of this when you take it apart, so why does it seem wrong when you put it together?

Moreover, Chuuya-sama has a sister? When did he have a sister? Where did he come from? Hasn’t he been staying in Leibo Street since he came out of the laboratory? I have never heard that Chuuya-sama has any relatives.

And... why should "sister's elder brother and younger brother" be separated into two separate terms? This is too strange.

"Tell me, where is that guy Dazai?" Nakahara Chuya didn't seem to notice Guangjin Liulang's doubts, and he continued to ask.

"I just came down. Maybe Dazai-sama went to the leader to report the situation?"

"I understand." Zhongyuan Zhongya nodded and entered the building.

When the back of the silver-haired young man completely disappeared, Guangjin Liulang's nervous eyes relaxed slightly.

...Even when he faced the leader before, he had never felt this nervous before.

After thinking for a moment, he took out his cell phone.

"Hello? Chief? It's me."

"Master Chuuya has brought two special guests to see you... No, their main purpose seems to be to find Mr. Dazai, but you will be able to see them soon."

"Huh? Didn't Mr. Dazai come from the beginning to the end tonight?"

Guangjin Liulang was not the only one who was shocked.

A few minutes later, after hearing Mori Ogai's ‌, Nakahara Chuuya said "Huh?" and almost punched the table in front of him as if it were Osamu Dazai's head.

However, you can't lose your composure like this in front of the leader.

"Sorry, leader, I will report and explain the specific matters to you after everything is resolved." Nakahara Chuuya faced Mori Ogai and bowed deeply.

"It's okay." Mori Ogai shook his head with a smile, maintaining his image of a smooth-talking boss.

In fact, as a veteran with a script in hand, he had already equated the girl he met in the evening with the "Xiao Mo" they called him.

Well, forget it.

It's quite interesting, isn't it? And the child is quite cute too.

Standing next to him, Inuyasha looked like a country boy who came to the city for the first time. He squatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night scene downstairs with his mouth open.

This building is so large that it almost offers a panoramic view of the entire city.

"...Awesome." Inuyasha murmured to himself: "Just now, that thing called the elevator was also very powerful."

He can't fly like Sesshomaru. Under normal circumstances, he can only climb up the stairs with a lot of effort using his hands and feet.

I stood in the small compartment called the "elevator" and pressed the button twice, and I could go from the bottom to the top floor with just one click.

Kagome had never told him this interesting thing before!

"That bastard Dazai... I promised before that I would send Xiao Mo intact!" Nakahara Chuuya clenched his fists loudly. He dialed the phone but no one came to answer the phone: "He

Where did you go?"

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Sesshomaru's face was getting worse and worse. Nakahara Chuya realized that this was a house-destroyer similar to himself, and quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, Xiaomo... Although my partner is not

Trust me, I will never take her to a dangerous place."

"...No." Sesshomaru's eyes deepened: "Her current physical condition is very dangerous."

"Are you saying that her body has changed?" Zhongyuan Zhongya looked puzzled: "Does that mean her physical condition is very dangerous?"

But the fox angel we met today clearly said that we just need to wait for recovery?

"...I'm sorry." Zhongyuan Zhongya put down his phone with an apologetic look: "It's really my fault this time."

Although he had only met Sesshomaru once in a dream, he could still tell how much he cared about Xiao Mo.

"How dangerous is her current physical condition?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "Why don't I mobilize my forces to start a blanket search across Yokohama?"

Feeling that he was being ignored, Mori Ogai coughed lightly.

Chuuya, is it really okay for him to loudly plot his plans in front of his leader? And he mobilizes his subordinates to find a cute little girl. If this news spreads like wildfire, it will be spread like this ‌...

Well, surprisingly it sounds quite in line with his style.

"No need." Sesshomaru coldly rejected Chuuya who offered to help: "It has nothing to do with you. It's just a matter of time that I want to find her."

This young man with a cold face and a cold heart seems to have always refused the kindness of outsiders.

Seeing this, Chuuya no longer pressed. The next second, Sesshomaru broke the window and walked out, leaving everyone with an unruly back, velvet tail flying in the wind, broken glass on the ground, and

An abandoned InuYasha.

Ergouzi was dumbfounded. He waved his hand at the broken window: "...! Wait, wait! Hey, Sesshomaru! Are you just going to ignore me?"

No matter how loud he shouted, Sesshomaru didn't even look at him again.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhongya saw the young man with droopy ears. He took a step forward, patted his shoulder gently with his hand and comforted him: "As an elder brother, he will be stricter by his younger brother, which is actually reasonable."

Inuyasha slowly raised his head and looked at him: "...but he beats me to death every time we meet."

"this……"

"He also pressed me to tell me where my dad's inheritance was and where my dad's grave was, because he was going to the grave to dig up the inheritance."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…???”

Mori Ogai: "Hmm."

I didn’t expect that the cold noble gentleman just now had such a personality?

Nakahara Chuuya looked at Inuyasha who was dejectedly accusing his brother, and hesitantly asked: "This...so, did he finally find your father's inheritance?"

"Of course not!" InuYasha's face was full of pride, and he slapped the rough "boning knife" (iron broken teeth) on his waist: "It's here with me! This was specially left for me by my father!"

Hearing this, Nakahara Chuuya and Mori Ogai looked at each other.

Although the young man in front of me dressed strangely and acted carelessly, his frank personality made it surprisingly easy to win the trust and empathy of others.

Seeing this heartless child actually holding a blunt knife and looking at the treasure, and proudly saying that it was his father's relic, the father must not have paid much attention to his child.

Mori Ogai shook his head: "Chuya."

"Yes, leader."

"Before sending the order to find your sister, take him to the organization's weapons depot first." Mori Ogai smiled gently: "Let him pick out whatever he likes and can take with him.

"

"...Yes! Leader!" Nakahara Chuuya agreed quickly, and then motioned for Inuyasha, who was wondering whether to chase the bastard brother, to follow him.

"Where are we going?" Inuyasha was a little confused.

Seeing the much younger boy in front of him looking at him with a strange look of pity and restraint, Inuyasha suddenly became even more confused.

No, considering his age, he has lived to be over a hundred years old, so he shouldn’t let a human who is so much younger than him sympathize with him, right?

"In the world you live in, how do you usually fight against enemies?"

While walking forward, Nakahara Chuuya turned around and asked.

"Ah... I just put the demonic power into the knife, and then chop it on the heads of the monsters. That move is called 'Wind Wound', or I can condense the demonic power into my hands to scratch them, and there is also the 'Soul-dispersing Iron Claw' move.

." Inuyasha answered honestly, a sure move.

When Zhongyuan Zhongya heard the names of these second-level moves, he felt a little desire to complain in his heart. But when he thought about it carefully, in fact, the name of his superpower "Dirty Sorrow" didn't seem to be much better.

, ‌ to the mouth, and held it ‌.

"Have you ever considered physical methods to eliminate demons?"

"...Huh?" Inuyasha didn't quite understand.

Nakahara Chuuya's marksmanship is not as good as that of Dazai Osamu. After all, he is used to beating people with supernatural powers on a daily basis, but this is a required course for every mafia.

He raised his hand and showed Inuyasha a demonstration with his pistol, hitting the heavy target in front of him with a bang, and the target exploded instantly.

This is much more lethal than a bow and arrow with added spiritual power, and it also saves the cumbersome procedure of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

Inuyasha looked at Nakahara Chuuya who was holding the wooden warehouse, but this strange picture gradually emerged in his mind: Kagome threw away the bow and arrow in her hand, and replaced it with two such handsome ones when Naraku laughed wildly.

The weapon was pointed at him, and then like Chuuya's action just now, it fired at Naraku in a crazy burst.

This is probably what Mr. Hat told him just now, to use physical means to eliminate demons, right?

InuYasha's ears twitched. He looked at the weapons in the warehouse in front of him, and his heart gradually became excited.

"Not bad."

The moonlight is hazy.

Xiao Bai Chai, who was curled up next to the bed, suddenly raised his head warily and moved his little nose, trying to identify the ominous smell in the air.

She turned her head and looked at Osamu Dazai on the bed. The latter was sleeping with his clothes on. His body was tightly wrapped in bandages and his clothes were on. What he looked like before, he looked like when he was sleeping.

.

If Xiao Mo hadn't been close enough to hear his even breathing, Xiao Mo would have been frightened by the cold and quiet Mr. Dazai.

Hesitantly and tentatively, he put his little feet back halfway.

Mr. Dazai is sleeping deeply, so it's best not to disturb him.

‌is...

She reluctantly returned to her human form and carefully picked up Tsurumaru Kunaga who was leaning in the corner.

Although Tsurumaru could no longer restore his original form, perhaps because of the previous contract with Tsurumaru, she could clearly feel that Tsurumaru's blade was trembling and his soul was trembling.

But she didn't know what caused Tsurumaru to become like this, and she couldn't help Tsurumaru.

‌After turning her head and confirming that Dazai Osamu was still asleep, she fastened Tsurumaru tightly around her waist, quietly pushed open the window, turned over from the window, and did not forget to close the window tightly outside.

.

Of course, as soon as she jumped down from the second floor, Osamu Dazai silently sat up on the bed.

"I need to change my bad habit of running around alone without my brother's permission."

After finishing this sentence as if talking to himself, he sighed helplessly.

...Speaking of which, he was indeed a little carried away just now. Suddenly sleepiness hit him, and he simply lay down in the spare room in Oda Writer's house and fell asleep, with a fluffy puppy leaning on his arm.

Next to me, it was really peaceful to sleep this time.

Can it be called the deepest sleep I have had in recent years? He was sleeping peacefully at a friend's house, and had a sister who trusted him unconditionally. Subconsciously, he completely relaxed his vigilance, and even forgot that he was still a man with countless enemies.

Mafia cadre.

‌The next second, he stood up and saw a dozen missed calls from Nakahara Chuuya on his phone. Dazai Osamu's expression froze instantly.

How many times would it take for him to be kicked by slugs to calm down the anger in his heart?

Xiao Mo's footsteps didn't stop and he ran very fast.

There seemed to be a force in the dark guiding her to keep moving forward. She didn't need to look for the breath at all, she just had to follow her instinct and keep moving forward.

Holding Tsurumaru Kunaga tightly, she could almost hear her heart beating like a drum.

What kind of existence does the word "father" mean to Xiao Mo?

She actually doesn't quite understand.

When she was young, when passing through a human town, she saw from a distance the men who claimed to be fathers, kindly carrying their children on their shoulders. She couldn't explain how she felt at that time.

Is it envy? Or sadness?

Some are similar, but not entirely.

Because...what her father can do for her, my elder brother can also do. My elder brother has always guarded her tightly and airtight. No matter what her whimsical requests are, my elder brother can do it for her.

They will try their best to satisfy.

Her elder brother gave her enough love, which was enough for her not to resent her father.

Therefore, Xiao Mo would never judge strangers like his elder brother, or even say "that man" in a hostile tone.

She never blamed her father, let alone felt resentful because her father did not leave her a powerful demon sword to inherit. After all, what she pursued was not strong power, she only wanted to have power to protect important people.

"‌Yes..."

Xiao Mo covered his head and murmured: "Father, is this the message you left me?"

Her temples were throbbing. Fortunately, Seimei and Ibaraki Doji taught her how to control power, so the demonic power in her body would not be overwhelming. She could still maintain her consciousness... although she would be forced to do so if she was not careful.

The prototype of the dog race has been restored, and it is much better now than it was at the beginning.

In a sense, she has indeed become stronger, right?

This world change was like an opportunity. In other words, it was like a key that could unlock a locked door. Something was waiting in front of her, and she needed to open it with her own hands.

Xiao Mo walked to the end of Leibo Street and stopped in front of the cliff.

She looked at the man with long black hair who was leaning against the tomb on the cliff, his head lowered quietly, and tilted his head.

The message left by her father seemed to end here, but she clearly sensed the demonic power originating from her father in the other party.

"...Father?"

Xiao Mo shouted tentatively.

Well, if I think about it carefully, my father passed away a long time ago, and my father shouldn't have such black hair.

Thinking that he might have called the wrong person, Xiao Mo covered his mouth with an embarrassed expression.

‌The next second, the man in front of her slowly raised his head, but his appearance completely surprised her.

Although the gentleman was a human, demon horns grew out of his right forehead, the scarf hanging loosely around his neck fell to the ground, and his neck was covered with demon patterns.

This is obviously being forcibly demonized by something.

Xiao Mo quickly identified the culprit - the sword held by the gentleman.

It is full of evil and ominous atmosphere, and it also has a vague demonic power derived from my father.

This...this is the demon sword left by his father.

But why is it in the hands of that gentleman?

Strangely, the gentleman holding the demon knife had no intention of attacking her.

In short, he was not occupied by the demon sword for the time being. He just looked at her indifferently and made no next move.

"I'm not your father." The gentleman replied seriously.

"...Yes, I'm sorry, I seem to have recognized the wrong person."

"I originally thought I was dead. This is the world after death." The gentleman picked up the scarf that had just fallen to the ground and tightly wrapped it around his neck.

"But, this is not the world after death." Xiao Mo reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, I know." He nodded: "Because it keeps emphasizing that it woke me up from the ground and gave me the chance to see the light of day again. My real body has long since decayed and turned into withered bones."

"it?"

"It." He raised the demon sword in his hand to signal.

Xiao Mo let out a wow.

She simply didn't understand how much blood the sword in front of her was stained with, how many lives it had killed, and how many people had been crazy to get it.

According to common sense, this domineering demon sword Cong Yunya can easily take over the will of human beings and brainwash them into weapons that can only fight.

But the gentleman in front of him... He didn't seem to have the slightest intention of being brainwashed. Although his body seemed to have turned into a semi-demon, the only thing he did was to wrap himself tighter with a scarf, and sighed: "It's cold."

"Yes, because it's winter now."

Xiao Momo, who was also afraid of the cold, nodded sadly, and then she asked: "Um, sir, what is your name?"

"…Rambo."

Rimbaud, this name made Xiao Mo a little stunned.

Mr. Dazai had previously told her about Chuuya's experiences, and the name "Rambo" had appeared in it.

He was the one who personally brought Brother Chuuya out from another dimension and allowed him to see this world, and he was also the one who was killed by Brother Chuya himself.

Mr. Rimbaud is not an enemy in the ordinary sense to Nakaya-san, because on the one hand he is an enemy, and on the other hand he is also the existence that gave Nakaya-san his life.

The hat that Chuuya always carries with him is a relic of Mr. Rimbaud.

Could Mr. Rimbaud in front of him be the "Rambo" that Mr. Dazai mentioned? He was resurrected from the dead because of the demon sword left by his father?

Little meditation, maybe yes.

After Mr. Rimbaud finished answering her question, he looked up at her again: "What era is it now?"

It’s not surprising that this question is asked. After all, no one who is suddenly resurrected wants to know that hundreds or hundreds of years have passed since their death.

"...I'm sorry, I don't know too well." Xiao Mo's voice was small and a little embarrassed: "Because I have just arrived in this world."

Mr. Rimbaud did not question her answer. He nodded slightly, then suddenly raised his hands to cover his ears and frowned.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Mo was startled for a moment, almost thinking that his consciousness was about to be taken over by the demon knife, so he quickly asked: "Um, are you okay?"

"...It's okay. Mr. Rimbaud continued to cover his ears: "It's just that it's very noisy."

Of course Congyun Ya is very noisy now.

Cong Yunya summoned the powerful dead man back from hell, not just to let him sit here and chat with the daughter of General Dog.

It released its demonic power and tried to persuade Lan Tang to join it on the road of killing, turning the city into a hell on earth.

‌This seemingly sickly human being is far from as weak-minded as he seems. Even though he was killed, he didn’t feel any resentment at all. He completely ignored its endless brainwashing, and even though its mouth was almost frayed, it just wrinkled there.

Eyebrow, I dislike the cold weather and the noisy weather.

Although Cong Yunya couldn't speak, it almost lost its temper. It wondered why it dug out this disobedient host from the ground just based on strength.

"...Is it noisy?"

Xiao Mo pondered for a while, wondering if there was any way to help Mr. Rimbaud?

"Well... if you don't let me help you get the knife, it won't make any noise?"

"You?" Mr. Lantang was stunned, and then shook his head: "It is more dangerous than it looks."

The subtext is that he felt that the child in front of him should not be able to suppress the evil-revitalizing blade.

"I can give it a try." Xiao Mo replied with a good temper: "Don't look at me like this, I'm a little stronger than I look. It's hard for you to maintain your current state, right?"

It must be very painful for human beings to resist such evil power and continue to maintain their sanity simply by relying on their bodies.

Lan Bo looked at the girl with a soft smile in front of him and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Although his body has died once, at this moment, his supernatural powers can still be used normally.

If the ability of the girl in front of him is not enough to suppress the knife, he can use his supernatural power to create a barrier and then take the knife back.

Cong Yunya was stunned. He didn't understand why the most powerful blade, which had once fought for tens of millions of people, was casually handed over to others by this human being. Is there something wrong with this host's head?

["Do you know that you can rely on me to become the strongest human being in the world? You can gain endless power and lifespan..."]

‌It was at this moment that something unexpected happened.

The big demon that fell from the sky protected the girl and quickly retreated away, looking warily at the "human being controlled by Cong Yunya" in front of him.

The action just now confirms that Xiao Mo is still unable to hold a knife, so he is brainwashing her to let her hold him?

Sesshomaru stared at the Congyun Fang in Rimbaud's hand, his expression so cold that it made the blade tremble for some reason. He couldn't help but think of the unbearable past when he was wielded by the Inu Admiral hundreds of years ago.

Cong Yunya didn't know that it innocently carried another big pot. After all, it was the little girl who took the initiative just now!

Xiao Mo was stunned: "Brother, Sir? Why are you here? How did you find this place..."

She was stammering, and in the end she couldn't continue.

Because Sesshomaru had already leaned down and hugged her tightly, her cheeks were buried in his brother's warm velvet tail.

……Very warm.

At the same time, Zhongyuan Zhong also arrived with Inuyasha. They unexpectedly had a happy conversation in mid-air and found that they were compatible.

"Hey, Chuuya, next time you are free, come to my place and have a look! There are many strange monsters over there, and there are many things that are completely different from the real world." Inuyasha's name for Nakahara Chuuya

It has even become "Zhongya": "But, don't be scared."

"How could it be? Now I won't be surprised no matter what kind of supernatural phenomena happen." In mid-air, Zhongyuan Zhongya smiled helplessly and said: "Monsters, gods, and the like, I have really seen them recently.

There are so many, I’m so used to it that I’m no longer surprised.”

Until he lowered his head, his eyes met the indifferent Rimbaud.

Zhongyuan Zhongya: "..."

The gravity user of the famous Port Mafia, carrying a ceiling of combat power that made the entire Yokohama tremble with fear, fell from the sky with a pop.