The whole world, Oda thought, in which Dazai breathes and exists, revolves around violence and death. Dazai is just too smart kid. Just a crying child, left alone in the dark, in a world of nothingness, much emptier than the world we can see.

Oda and Dazai, surprisingly, we're sent to a mission together and now they're in a battle with their opponents. Dazai is a good shooter, but...

—Odasakuuu, they're too tall, give me a boost. - Dazai says in a slightly whiny tone. Huh.

With a sigh Oda lifted Dazai's scrawny figure up, Oda's arm under his knees. He's surprisingly light.

—Much better.- Dazai grins contentedly.