Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara's little sister is sent on a solo mission! She is to retrieve a cursed object located in Sendai, but as problems arise one after another she realizes she will be staying much longer than anyone had anticipated.
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"Hah?"
For the Tainted Sorrow intensified in strength as the older Nakahara sibling fixed a piercing look at the boss of the Port Mafia. The massive rug that decorated the hard surface of the cold concrete swirled underneath the two gravity manipulators who both glared defiantly at the older dark-haired male.
The increased density caused the ground to implode under the pressure that had formed a crater.
Leaving the two Nakahara siblings standing in a small circle of the newly destroyed concrete floor as Chuuya slowly rose from the equally destroyed chair he once occupied with his hands firmly tucked into his jacket pockets.
"I suppose that's the reaction I should have expected. Still, our goals are aligned somewhat. The two of you could decide after we evaluate what we can offer each other."
"Don't you dare tell us you've forgotten what you've done to this city." Y/N snarled bitterly through tightly clenched teeth.
Mori's eyebrow rose as he was intrigued by how the behavior the younger Nakahara sibling was exuding was just as combatant as her older brother.
"Our previous boss's rampage. The tyranny of that man, who led the city into a state of violence and terror, is still fresh in everyone's mind."
Mori lowered his head slightly as his eyes momentarily fluttered closed.
"But that man is dead. I saw him pass. If there is such a rumor, that such rule has returned, we must find the truth about it. Wouldn't you be worried, otherwise, too?"
The older male questioned the siblings, his eyelids peeling back open as he stared at the two gravity manipulators.
"Mori-san..." Dazai angled his blindside slightly towards the black-haired male behind him.
"I've heard some damming rumors about you, too." Chuuya indignantly scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed as his voice was carried greatly throughout the large room of Mori's office.
"That the old boss might not have died of illness, but was murdered by you. Who could believe that he said, in his final moments, that he'd give his position to a mere doctor?"
The obvious fake smile that had graced Mori's face had fallen into a deadly serious glower.
"That's correct. I killed the previous boss."
Both of the Nakahara siblings' eyes enlarged in shock at the revelation.
The red hue outlining Chuuya slowly faded as Dazai sighed exasperatedly; pressing his fingers onto his forehead in blatant annoyance of where the conversation was heading.
"I slashed the great boss with this scalpel and made it look like a death by disease."
Mori divulges while wielding a sharp surgical scalpel in between his gloved fingers; bending his wrist, the older male narrows his eyes at the Nakahara siblings.
