Extra 7 (Watching Boss Dazai's Life)

[As the camera drew closer, they could see that almost half the villa had burned down. Flames filled the sky, growing fiercer as they approached.

Chūya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai ran along the road, rapidly closing in on the source of the fire.

"Looks like we won't be getting any information now."

Chūya Nakahara murmured as he watched the blaze.

But before Osamu Dazai could speak, a voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hands up. Turn around." The sound of a gun followed.

Chūya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai turned in unison at the voice and saw a man in gray-green clothing and a military cap pointing a gun at them.

"Hah? Someone actually came right to us. I was just thinking how much of a pain it was to go around asking for information."

Chūya Nakahara seemed to laugh in irritation, but on second thought, this might not be a bad thing. He drawled his complaint, though it was unclear whether he meant it for Osamu Dazai or the man holding the gun.

"Beat up the guy who came to kill me, then get some answers out of him. Wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble?"

"Get out of my way and watch me deal with him."

Smiling, Chūya Nakahara glanced at Osamu Dazai, who had stood beside him without saying a word, and spoke with utter arrogance.

"Ah... what a little brat." Osamu Dazai sighed softly, sounding a little resigned.]

"This feels familiar."

Shoko Ieiri glanced at the two classmates sitting beside her, fixing her gaze firmly on them.

Yes, that level of arrogance certainly was enough to give anyone a headache.

"Don't you think he's cool, Shoko?"

Satoru Gojo looked at Chūya Nakahara with bright eyes. Whatever his strength might be, Gojo didn't dislike someone with that attitude.

"Throughout heaven and earth, you alone are the honored one?"

Shoko Ieiri delivered the line flatly, then turned her attention back to the screen without listening to Satoru Gojo's excuses.

["I thought they'd sent reinforcements, but it's just two kids. Is the Port Mafia that short-handed? Or does nobody want to work under Rimbaud?"

The man holding the gun had initially been wary, but once he realized that the pair were children, he relaxed a little and began to mock them.

"Rimbaud?" Completely ignoring the gunman, Chūya Nakahara turned back toward Osamu Dazai in confusion.

"The man we're going to question. The one who used his Ability to restrain you."

"Oh, him." Chūya Nakahara thought for a moment, and the image on-screen showed Rimbaud restraining him with his Ability.

"Hey, old man. How about we stop standing around here like idiots?"

"You shoot me first, then I kick you into the next street and take out the rest of your snipers while I'm at it. Job done."

"Huh?" The gunman looked visibly bewildered.

"Ah, if he won't talk, just make him cough up the information. You're with the GSS tactical squad, right?" A little Dazai cat quietly walked past, only to have a pistol suddenly pressed against the back of his head.

"Gerhard Security Services. You started out as a small-time foreign security force, but once your country stopped funding you, you became a full-blown illegal organization." Chūya Nakahara searched his memory for the information and recited it indifferently.

"That's right. But my gun won't spare you just because you're kids," the man replied.]

"That's what they call cannon fodder in movies, right? I bet he's in for a rough time." Satoru Gojo had already eaten his fill of sweets. He lay slumped over the table, idly poking his little cake with his fork as he tipped his head up to comment.

"Exactly." Suguru Geto nodded casually in agreement, though he hadn't listened to a word Satoru Gojo had said.

["Heh. Then go ahead and shoot, old man." Red light flared around Chūya Nakahara as he pressed the spot between his brows against the muzzle.

As Chūya Nakahara's forehead made contact with the man's gun, the man also began to glow red. Gravity dragged at his entire body, forcing him relentlessly downward.

Before long, both his guns fell under the pull of gravity. They slammed straight into the brick pavement, leaving a crater and sending fragments of stone flying.

The man followed his guns down, making an even larger crater in the brickwork as gravity crushed him flat against the ground.

"Y-you're Chūya Nakahara from the Sheep?" Drenched in sweat, the man looked up from his prone position at Chūya Nakahara, who regarded him impassively.

"Word on the street is you've joined the Port Mafia. Looks like it's true." His voice trembled, and those words successfully enraged the previously rather calm Chūya Nakahara.

Chūya Nakahara stamped a gravity-laden foot onto the back of his head, driving his face into the ground.

"Don't believe every rumor you hear, idiot!"

Chūya Nakahara snapped angrily, both hands in his pockets.

Beside him, Osamu Dazai fiddled with a piece of communications equipment he had stolen at some point. "Great job. You're sooo amazing."

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?"

"I took his radio and extracted all the information from it. Anyway, a squad of reinforcements is coming to rescue the guy you've flattened."

"Huh?"

"It's because you never think before you act that I have to go to all this trouble." Osamu Dazai tossed the radio onto the ground, gave Chūya Nakahara a scornful look, then closed his eyes.

"Oh, they're here."]

"Hey, Six Eyes. Who'd win if your powers went up against this guy's?"

Toji Zenin suddenly found himself interested in a fight between Chūya Nakahara and Satoru Gojo. Still, whether the people in the movie were real or not, surely none of them could suddenly pop out of the screen.

"We'd know if we fought, wouldn't we?" Satoru Gojo replied casually, then nonchalantly stuffed another daifuku into his mouth.

"Satoru, no more." Suguru Geto fell silent. He looked at the pile of empty daifuku boxes, then at the daifuku about to make its way into Satoru Gojo's hand. With a mounting headache, he confiscated that one too.

"Ah! Geto, let go of my poor daifuku. They need me."

"But you don't need them!" Like a thoroughly professional keeper, Suguru Geto swiftly removed all the desserts, ignoring Gojo the Cat's attempts to wheedle him with cute antics.

"No, I do need them!"

"That's your eighth box of daifuku."

"Geto-"

"..." In the end, Suguru Geto resisted the temptation and firmly refused to let Satoru Gojo eat any more sweets.

["Captain!" Footsteps rang out as an entire squad aimed their guns at Osamu Dazai and Chūya Nakahara, who stood in the center.

"Want to kiss the ground too?" Chūya Nakahara asked with an insolent grin, both hands in his pockets.

"Open fire! That short guy is Chūya Nakahara. He can control gravity."

The apparent leader issued the order without hesitation upon hearing Chūya Nakahara's words-if one ignored the sweat on his forehead.

Those words hit Chūya Nakahara's sore spot dead-on, then proceeded to dance all over it.

The red glow of his Ability flared around Chūya Nakahara once more.

As the gunfire intensified, nearly a thousand bullets flew toward Chūya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai.

The repeated crack of gunfire echoed around the pair.

Yet those thousands of bullets somehow all... avoided Osamu Dazai? The important thing, of course, was that Osamu Dazai stood perfectly still and let them shoot.]

"...That aim."

Suguru Geto watched countless bullets fly past Osamu Dazai without seriously hurting him or leaving any major wounds, and couldn't help wondering about the man. No, wait-about this whole group. Even firing blind, surely they couldn't miss this badly?

"A new generation of masters at shooting around people?"

Satoru Gojo, who possessed the Six Eyes, fell silent. Thanks to his Six Eyes, learning to shoot was always easier for him than for other people. Casually breaking a record or two wasn't out of the question.

But this particular style of shooting was truly baffling.

"That's the boss's special power." Toji Zenin took a sip of water, then spoke lazily.

"What special power?"

Satoru Gojo blinked his big, sparkling eyes at Toji Zenin, whom he had always disliked.

"A hundred-percent chance of having every shot trace his outline."

"Huh?" Gojo the Cat tilted his head, his brain working furiously to interpret that sentence.

"Don't overthink it. It means exactly what it sounds like. Mass gunfire over an area doesn't work on the boss. It's like the bullets have eyes. They'll hit anywhere except him."

"How many prime ministers would kill for that skill?" Yuji Itadori quietly remarked.

"Probably every one of the Higher-Ups wants it?"

"The boss himself doesn't."

"His sui... Anyway, he doesn't count." Suguru Geto swallowed the rest of the word that had nearly slipped out.

Once again, he left the younger ones, who had pricked up their ears to listen, thoroughly frustrated.

If you don't want to tell us, then don't say anything. What's the point of stopping halfway through?

But even if they asked, the adults would only laugh it off and brush the question aside.

[When the hail of bullets finally ended, Osamu Dazai had only a small cut on his cheek.

"You small fry have some nerve calling me short. I'm only fifteen. I'm still growing." Chūya Nakahara spoke impassively, but his tone was full of anger.

Countless bullets hung suspended by gravity around Chūya Nakahara, yet not one had reached him.

Then the bullets fired at Chūya Nakahara slowly turned around. With a gravity-powered spinning kick from him, they hurtled back along their original trajectories, even faster than they had been fired.]