In matters involving GSS, Nakahara was indirectly roped in.

With the Silver Oracle in hand, Dazai Osamu could mobilize the members of the Port Mafia up to the rank of executives. Instead of meeting with Mori’s subordinates first, he went straight to find Nakahara in Leibo Street.

As soon as Nakahara saw him, he guessed it wasn’t anything good and tried to leave, but was called back.

“If you take another step, those little lambs will be in trouble.”

“Huh?”

He thought that if he didn’t leave, those little lambs would be taken away by this big bad wolf.

Despite being furious at Dazai for always causing trouble, Nakahara’s feet disobeyed his brain and stopped. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his face shadowed under the hood, looking grim and intimidating.

“If you don’t explain yourself, don’t even think about leaving here alive.”

“Wow, how scary—”

Dazai spoke dramatically, then started walking away on his own, completely in a fishing posture.

Nakahara cursed and followed him.

On the way, Nakahara couldn’t help but ask where Hyakki was. Dazai nonchalantly replied, “Once we’ve dealt with the current issue, you’ll see us in a private room at the sushi restaurant.”

Nakahara felt bitter. Why was it that he got betrayed, while this guy full of dark schemes was jumping around, either wandering the streets with Hyakki for fun or using someone else’s money to eat delicacies? Suddenly, Nakahara’s pace slowed, and his voice turned hoarse as he spoke in a lowered tone.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you last time, did you join the Port Mafia?”

“Yes.”

“And Hyakki agreed to that?”

“Why would I need his agreement? I can solve these problems without killing anyone. Someone with his IQ couldn’t possibly understand—the boring mental world of a high IQ individual.”

“…Do you have no shame?”

Nakahara was amazed at his level of narcissism, but he felt relieved.

As long as he didn’t kill anyone.

Dazai stopped and pointed to a nearby arcade. “Do you dare to play a game? The loser has to obey the winner’s orders. I don’t want someone disobeying and causing trouble.”

Nakahara was irritated. “Do you always talk in circles? If you don’t explain things clearly, do you expect me to listen? No, even if you do explain, I’ll have my own plan. I don’t need you to save my people!”

“You still have people?” Dazai retorted sharply.

Nakahara, with his back to Dazai as he walked towards the arcade, fiercely indicated that he was determined to win.

For several days, Dazai appeared and disappeared like a ghost. Hyakki saw less and less of him, and when he chased after Dazai, he couldn’t find any trace of his life force. If Hyakki were the type to give up easily, it wouldn’t matter, but he wasn’t. Not seeing his “Dororo,” he simply went out every day to search for “Dororo,” taking the opportunity to hunt down evil spirits along the way, and returned every evening.

Mori watched with amusement; the interaction between the two young men was quite entertaining.

Because Hyakki carried books given by Dazai, some kind-hearted people who noticed he was blind and deaf would become cautious upon seeing the titles of his books.

What? “The Complete Manual of Suicide”?

Are you trying to kill yourself?

Thanks to these concerned individuals, Hyakki would occasionally be stopped by people.

Meanwhile, Dazai, busy with his own affairs, would receive a call: “Yes, I know. You don’t need to worry about him; I’ll bring him back soon…”

Nakahara, who had overheard this conversation countless times, rolled his eyes and remarked once Dazai hung up.

“Why haven’t I seen you go and get him?”

“He’ll come back on his own; he hasn’t left the safe zone…”

Dazai fiddled with his phone, bringing up a surveillance map, confident that Hyakki would return to the clinic.

The Port Mafia was a local power rooted in Yokohama. Since   Mori wanted Dazai to continue serving him, he would have people keeping tabs on Hyakki’s whereabouts. In other words, Dazai didn’t need to worry about Hyakki.

“A super convenient semi-automatic puppet!” Dazai boasted to Nakahara.

“He’s a person, not a puppet,” Nakahara replied coldly.

“Mine,” Dazai said, ignoring Nakahara’s growing frustration. “Don’t think about getting any ideas about him. You lost the game, so follow the rules and stop inquiring about my puppet.”

Nakahara ground his teeth, thinking to himself: Hyakki, is this the “good person” you see? I’m better than this!

From Nakahara, Dazai had gathered all the information about the Sheep. None of the young people who joined GSS in two waves were ability users. They used to rely entirely on Nakahara’s power to show off. The main reason GSS recruited them was to get Nakahara to join their organization.

Nakahara, the gravity manipulator, was the strongest young force in Yokohama according to the rankings.

If the tenth-generation heir of the Vongola family, Tsunayo Sawada, were to fight him, he would probably end up in tears, as they were on completely different levels. The Sky Flame couldn’t suppress the power of Arahabaki.

Nakahara was already an important factor that could change the course of the battle.

“Nakahara.”

Suddenly, Dazai showed a dark and cunning smile.

Nakahara: “…What is it?”

After a week of planning, Dazai had found a shortcut to annihilate GSS. “The Sheep haven’t yet integrated with the official GSS members, but they definitely know about the GSS’s weapons cache and key personnel. If you can convince them to betray GSS, it might be twice as effective with half the effort.”

Nakahara ruthlessly refused: “If I could convince them, would you see me here alone?”

Dazai teased, “Why don’t you try joining GSS?”

Nakahara immediately lashed out, kicking towards him and shouting, “Do you think I’m as shameless as you?”

Dazai dodged and said, “Then I’ll just have to use my own methods.”

Nakahara’s anger halted abruptly.

What method?

For the second time, the orange-haired boy saw a cold indifference on Dazai’s face. It was the look of a hunter ready to close the net, showing no mercy to his prey.

He sighed in resignation. “Remember your promise. Don’t kill anyone. Don’t harm any former members of the Sheep.”

Hyakki couldn’t stand people who had taken lives.

As if remembering a crucial point, Dazai’s coldness faded, and his playful demeanor returned.

“How could I dirty my hands for those pieces of trash?”

“Hehe.”