Holy Father-Style Tool-Person - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was a…

A dream that Dazai Osamu could not describe.

Everything was so real; in the dream, he would quietly stay by that “stranger’s” side.

Just by looking at him, Dazai Osamu would feel a secret and indescribable sense of satisfaction and pleasure welling up in his heart.

Occasionally, he would be lectured by the other person due to life problems, but how did he respond?

In the dream, he would always raise his hands nonchalantly, intentionally putting on a look of surrender, “Are you really this concerned about me, Eiji?”

Clearly, his dark brown eyes were full of smiles, as if he had asked it on purpose just to hear that affirmative answer.

A clumsy and childish little trick.

Yet the person in the dream, the version of himself that felt so foreign never tired of it.

He had also never seen a person like “Eiji” before; it seemed as if every word related to “light” could be piled onto him. His actions and inner thoughts never seemed to deviate.

And such a person was a unique existence in Dazai Osamu’s world.

His entire being was surrounded by a layer of soft light, distinct from everyone else in the world. Dazai didn’t even know if this was a portrayal of his own heart or if something truly extraordinary had come to the human realm.

Even after waking up, Dazai Osamu had a hard time coming back to his senses.

All the senses in the dream were so vivid, including the mood feelings he had never experienced before.

Once returned to the real world, only that inexplicable surge of emotion remained in his heart; it took a long time for that illusory feeling to slowly dissipate.

…Eiji?

…

Hiiragi Eiji’s undercover career was going very smoothly.

Through the trials of several worlds, he had done it all—whether it was being a psychological counselor for adolescent boys, an assistant-nanny for villains, or a core combat force during a human riot in the Soul Society!

A mere low-level Mafia member was no trouble at all!

Furthermore, there was a fundamental difference between the Port Mafia and the mafias he’d had the fortune of observing on TV. The Port Mafia was more like a capital enterprise with a business map covering many gray areas, but with a complete system and perfect benefits.

…In short, at Hiiragi Eiji’s current stage, he was just a regular working stiff.

Perhaps his “corporate slave/man-of-action” aura was too conspicuous; in just one week, the squad leader leading his daily patrols promoted him twice—by giving him double the workload.

“Uzumaki, doing a good job,” the squad leader patted his shoulder, giving him encouraging words.

Hiiragi Eiji, currently named Uzumaki Eiji, put on a soulless smile and accepted the praise.

That’s right after his file was updated, his current identity was a worker who had come from Sapporo to Yokohama with his parents. He lost both parents due to the Dragon’s Head Conflict and learned of the Port Mafia’s existence, joining a year later.

The file was flawless, with Public Security handling it behind his back. They even dispatched several other Public Security agents with clean identities to Yokohama to flesh out the blank spots of his past twenty years of life.

Correct after the file change, even his age had been officially adjusted downward by two years.

An undercover life with official backing was truly smooth sailing.

However, as it turns out, whenever a person starts getting complacent, disaster is actually already approaching.

On a bright and beautiful afternoon, Hiiragi Eiji finally met his mission target: the seventeen-year-old youth named Dazai Osamu.

He was not like the version in Hiiragi Eiji’s imagination. Although the youth before him was dressed very much like a Mafia member, both his looks and temperament were more like a clean boy with a natural sense of detachment.

When Hiiragi Eiji saw the bandages wrapped around the boy’s neck and right eye, he couldn’t help but start thinking is the work of the Port Mafia actually this dangerous? Could it be that Dazai Osamu’s hidden wish is “not to die”?

But Hiiragi Eiji wasn’t given much time to think. The black-haired boy with “Main Character” floating above his head was already walking toward him, followed by several men in black suits and sunglasses. He seemed to have a clear purpose, as if he were heading straight for Hiiragi Eiji.

After seeing Hiiragi Eiji’s face, Dazai Osamu’s dark brown eyes narrowed slightly for an instant before quickly returning to their usual state.

“Uzumaki… Eiji, is it?” Dazai Osamu’s voice also had a bright youthful quality, but when he spoke the name Eiji, his tone was a bit strange, as if he were intentionally dragging out the sound. “From today on, you will join my squad as a member of the Guerrilla Force.”

As he spoke, he gave Hiiragi Eiji a slight smile, but weirdly, Hiiragi Eiji captured a dangerous aura from that smile.

“I just happened to be passing through. Since that’s the case, you’ll come back with me.”

Hiiragi Eiji: “…?”

A giant question mark formed in his mind.

Although Hiiragi Eiji was sent to the Port Mafia to be undercover, due to his “ordinary person” status, he only needed to lurk at the grass-roots level to get a general idea of some trends. That was enough.

A deeper level of infiltration would require professional personnel.

In this world, there are existences that stand above ordinary people; these people are usually called “Ability Users.” The Metropolitan Police Department naturally has such official forces, and surely the undercover mission they receive must be worlds apart from Hiiragi Eiji’s.

After all, Hiiragi Eiji’s boss didn’t want him to go to his death. The authorities and this kind of localized large-scale Mafia basically maintain a delicate balance, and their relationship isn’t that tense. This dispatch was only because the upper levels keenly sensed that the winds in Yokohama had shifted again.

But if Hiiragi Eiji remembered correctly…

The Guerrilla Force seemed to be a squad directly under the Port Mafia’s leader, Mori Ougai. It was an important existence specifically for clearing out “difficult cases.”

In other words, now, he was going to join a squad with a notoriously high mortality rate as an ordinary person!?

Hiiragi Eiji’s former supervisor also seemed to feel a trace of shock at this scene. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but upon seeing Dazai Osamu’s smiling gaze directed at him, he immediately shut it.

“It seems you don’t have a gun yet?” Dazai Osamu’s eyes scanned Hiiragi Eiji up and down.

“…Uh, yeah.” Hiiragi Eiji replied blankly. He was truly stunned into silence by this ridiculous development!

Could it be that this was the “benefit” the system had loaded for him earlier!?

Why did he feel that while he was closer to the mission target, he was also closer to heaven?

Dazai Osamu casually pulled a gun and its holster off one of the black-clad men behind him. He took a step forward, grabbed Hiiragi Eiji’s wrist, and placed the gun in his hand. Just as Hiiragi Eiji was about to grip the gun, Dazai Osamu suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered: “Eiji-kun, perhaps you know of a special ability regarding dreams that does not fall within the category of an Ability?”

Hiiragi Eiji’s scalp went numb instantly.

It wasn’t because he could feel this guy’s warm breath, but because

Having been a ninja, he keenly felt the hidden danger in these words. It was something close to killing intent.

Hiiragi Eiji couldn’t help but wail internally. System, is this the “gift pack” you mentioned?! Why do I always feel like he wants to slaughter me?!

Because his perception was too sensitive, Hiiragi Eiji should have firmly gripped the gun Dazai Osamu shoved into his hand, but because every radar in his body was screaming an alarm, he failed to catch the gun.

And coincidentally, Dazai Osamu had already let go.

Thus, the holster-wrapped gun, weighing more than a kilogram, slipped from Hiiragi Eiji’s palm without warning and fell straight down.

Landing right on Dazai Osamu’s toe.

The hand he used to hold Hiiragi’s tightened instantly.

The grip strength at that moment let Hiiragi Eiji clearly feel his pain.

Dazai Osamu: “…” Hiiragi Eiji: “…”

He felt like Dazai Osamu even stopped breathing for a second.

Then, Hiiragi Eiji heard a terrifyingly soft chuckle.

Immediately followed by a system prompt:

[Dazai Osamu Affection +1]

Hiiragi Eiji: “…”

Help! Isn’t this way of increasing affection a bit too ridiculous—!

How should I proceed with our next interaction, Eiji?