The morning was pleasant. Obviously not. Dazai had to investigate the case of Port Mafia's previous boss's reappearance today. What a hassle... He was strolling through the once-beautiful town of Suribachi, which was blown to bits ten years ago by an explosion. The cause of the explosion was not known, but Arahabaki was probably the main culprit. There was HIrotsu Ryuuroru, a mid-ranked mafioso and Dazai's subordinate, and a low-level grunt with him, just guarding him, since he was bad in combat.

Unexpectedly, Dazai felt someone kick him down into the ground, their foot on his chest.

"Who are you, punk?"

Chuuya Nakahara, most likely around Dazai's age, but shorter asked, his irritation evident.

The mafiosos Dazai brought with him ready to protect Dazai.