Dazai was feared. That was known. That was why he belonged to the Mafia. And that was also why he was your mentor, unfortunately.

Dazai only got close with two people, Oda and Ango, but you didn’t work at their level. Only occasionally had he murmured about them. But other than that, everyone was his enemy.

They had a saying in the Port Mafia. The worst thing about Dazai’s enemies was that they were Dazai’s enemies. And as his student, he saw you as an enemy, showing you no mercy while training.

The moon shining through the window in the warehouse was reflected in the small puddle of blood you had coughed up after having fallen to your hands and knees from Dazai’s kick.

“You’ll never be a part of the Mafia without knowing how to use your ability. On your feet.” Dazai’s tone was cold as he spoke, showing no emotion on his face as he stood over you, his arms crossed over his chest.