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2025 : im back, scrolling my whole acc, cringing but yea that was me so i need to embrace it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

beast dazai and the book.

i have read some people saying that canon!dazai must know where the book is because of what happens in beast, but i don't think he does. (or if he does know, it's not because of beast).

at the end of the beast light novel, beast!dazai explains that he was able of knowing the truth about that world because he had canon!dazai's memories. this was possible because of no longer human, since it nullifies any ability (and we know the book is an unknown user's ability), and when the alternative world was created, with all the alters in it, beast!dazai ended up being different because of course he had different experiences, but he still had the same knowledge as canon!dazai: there is a book which can change reality, and there are people after it. it's like beast!dazai has a different life inside his head.

this however, does not mean that canon!dazai knows about beast!dazai, because he cannot exist in the outside, real world, unless someone in the real world finds the book and writes about a world where oda didn't die etc., only at that point canon!dazai would have beast!dazai's memories.

let's take what is happening in the manga as an example: doa wrote on the book's page that the ada members are murderers. this means that the universe in the book where the ada members really are murderers became real in the world outside the book, so everyone believes it, and the ada members have conflicting memories since they know they didn't do it yet they also have the memory of doing it (since they actually did it in the world inside the book).

in conclusion: beast!dazai has the knowledge of the real dazai outside, because the book/ability doesn't affect him (so he isn't really a different person, he basically shares everything with canon!dazai but has different experiences, which change his personality) but canon!dazai isn't even aware of his existence yet.

another terrifying thing is that every dazai in the book will know about every dazai in every world and he will always know his life is not the original (unless there's a world where dazai is not an ability user or has a different ability, then the book would affect him like everyone).

He can be the angel but also can be the devil

Which one do you want

Dazai : sweet but psycho. psycho but sweet

Joking. He's not a psycho. He's the sweetest boy ever

I saw a rant about how the back and forth between Fyodor and Dazai is ridiculous at this point and like. I think that’s the point. The point is that one is not actually superior to the other in regards to intellect so they are ALWAYS going to be stuck in this cycle of ‘well I thought of/planned/predicted that!’.

The difference is in their connections and what those connections are made of. I find it fascinating actually that Fyodor thinks he’s won because he STOLE gravity away from Dazai and claimed Dazai didn’t even know how to use it when he had it! The thing is though, Chuuya doesn’t seem to be under Fyodor’s control anymore and he hasn’t ever chosen the people who try to use him like an object over Dazai. And despite the four years of separation (which was longer than their time together) he always came when Dazai expected him to.

And I’m thinking he expects him to now which would ultimately be what tips the scale in Dazai’s favor. Because where Fyodor sees a tool Dazai sees his partner. I’m also thinking Chuuya isn’t the only key to success here and that was why he chose Sigma too (if the points where he thinks about the ADA not using each other is any sort of foreshadowing).

He already wanted to die even before he met Mori and when they met, Mori use that as an opportunity to use Dazai, to make him a witness.

Here, I think that he just went along with what Mori want. And again, he looked really relaxed on that table as if that was a school table. The table, the situation, the wires, and that thing around his body (Idk), it doesn't fazed him at all. Like when Mori killed the boss. This gives more proof that Dazai did have dark life and background way before he met the underground doctor.

Make us more eager to know Dazai's past 😌

Asagiri sure knows how to give us the same pain in more than one way. Hoshikawa made it worse

19.06 Happiest Birthday to this man Dazai Osamu

I put his jail pictures because I want him out of prison asap 🙂

SPOILER ALERT

My theory:

This is Atsushi's hallucination. Dazai telling him to wake up and Dazai's outfit is not his jail outfit, it's his agency's outfit (I miss it)

It makes sense because Dazai is Atsushi's mentor and where Atsushi seek advice.

This chapter make me feel... soft? And for mori-atsushi moments at that. It make me to like mori. Seeing mori's thought on Dazai as "I want to save him and yet I can't". And he hug Atsushi and go "until then you're my son". That's the second and the first thing that make me like Mori is his relationship with Dazai. Maybe he actually pity him? Wanting to save him? Treat him as a child?

Translations on Twitter

about the last part (4A) of the novel, when dazai says mori gave him a injection, it was meant to us to interpret like a vaccine maybe?

Yeah, it should be understood as a normal injection.

Dazai hurts himself all the time so I’m not surprised that Mori, as a doctor, has to give him shots sometimes to treat him.

Just read this and you will know what kind of pain we will experience

The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side B (1)

This is the first few pages of Side B of the new Dazai novel, which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

I said on Twitter that I will not spoil Side B any time soon, but as I have finished the translation for the first part of Side A, I think there is already enough context to move on with this one. Actually, it's pretty interesting to read and compare between 2 sides.

For that reason, I HIGHLY recommend you to read the first 3 parts of Side A that I have translated first, before moving on to this one, for better understanding. You can find the link to the tag with all Side A translations I have done in my pinned post.

Please also carefully read the notes below before progressing. - This post contains spoilers. It is not a summary, but a full translation of the first few pages of the novel. So if you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here. · I tried to keep the translation as accurate as possible, but as I don't speak English or Japanese as my native language, I may make some mistakes or use weird words etc. This translation might not be final. I may come back and fix it later if I find any mistakes. · This is a moviegoers-only benefit, so please be extra careful when discussing it about on Twitter. Use a #spoiler tag on your tweets or your fanarts. You can share the links to this post but don't take many screenshots.

· Don't retranslate it. Don’t repost this anywhere else out of Tumblr. If you ever decide to do it without my permission, at least don't mention my name. I don't need the credits for that. · DON’T GO TO THE AUTHORS’ OR OFFICIAL TWITTERS TO COMMENT ABOUT THE CONTENTS OF IT.

I'm sorry if that's too much but honestly all I want is for everyone to have a good experience, for those who wants to read the novels to be able to read the novels, and for those who don't want to be spoiled, to be safe from it as much as possible. If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!

A bloody corpse of a young man is lying on my front porch.

I look down at the corpse, then at the front of the house. It is a quiet morning. The apartment across the street is casting a long black shadow on the pavement in front of me. The trumpet vines planted in the hedge are rustling in the breeze, and whispering to each other in a way that human cannot decipher. Somewhere in the distance, I can hear the sound of the long-distance trucks scraping against the road surface. And there is a corpse in the middle of the stairs in front of me.

In any case, to our eyes, a corpse is always a strangely exaggerated presence. But this time it is different. This corpse blends in with the landscape, becoming one with the everyday peaceful morning scenery. After a while, I realize the reason. The corpse’s chest is moving up and down faintly. It is not a corpse, it is alive.

I look at the young man. He is all black. A high-collar black cloak, a three-piece suit, a black tie. The things that are not black are his button-down shirt, and the bandages around his head. This one is a mottled color of white and red. This color pattern reminds me of some ominous Chinese prophetic characters. The place he is lying is the middle of the stairs that leads to the front porch. The blood stains continuing down the cracked concrete stairs looks like he has been crawling.

Question. What should I do with this nearly-corpse in front of my eyes?

The answer is simple. If I touch him with the tips of my toes and put some weight on him, he will just roll down to the ground below. If I do so, then he will not be on my premise anymore. He will be on a public road. The country’s territory. All those who are in trouble within the territory of the country should be saved by the mercy of the country. An ordinary postman like me should go home and have breakfast.

I am not doing that because I am a cold and heartless person. I am doing that because it is a survival necessity. The young man’s wounds are clearly from gunshots. He has been shot multiple times. There are probably more holes in his body than I can see from here.

I look at the young man, at the road, and the sky, and at him again.

And then I start to act. First, I approach the guy and lift him up by his sides. Then I drag him by his heels into the house and lay him down on the wall-mounted bed. He is much lighter than he looks. Carrying him alone is not that much of a trouble. I check his wounds. There are many deep wounds, and the bleeding is not usual, but if he receives immediate proper treatment, it is not like he will die.

I take out my medical kit box from the back of the closet, and give him some simple first aid treatments. I put a towel under his upper body, cut his clothes with a pair of scissors to expose the wounds, and check if there is any bullet left inside. In order to stop the blood flow, I apply pressure on the pressure points: below the armpits, inner elbows, ankles, backs of knees, and tie them tightly with a clean cloth. Then I put disinfected tourniquets to the wounds to stop the bleeding. Fortunately for him, I can do this kind of first aid even with my eyes closed.

After I am done with the treatment, I look down at the young man and cross my arms. His breathing has stabilized. His respiratory system and bones seem to be intact. But he does not seem to be waking up. “It’s fine already, just kick him out.”, I can hear the angel’s voice in my head. There is nothing more stupid than treating a suspicious guy like this. I guess I should listen to that voice. That is what a wise man would do.

Before following the angel’s advice, I take another look at the young man. I don’t recognize his face. Probably not someone I know. I say probably, because the bandages covering most of his face makes it impossible to make out his features.

I feel an uneasiness in my chest.

There is something strange about this young man. It is impossible to say that seeing someone covered in blood in front of your house is not strange, but I am feeling a completely different kind of discomfort than when I first saw him. I go around and look at his face. His eyes are closed. His face is pale and tired. His breathing is so faint that it is hard to tell without paying close attention. But still, I feel a strange power coming from his presence. It’s like will power, a certain sense of trust in his own body. And more specifically, right…

It is as if the whole thing about him collapsing here is all according to his plan.

The young man opens his eyes and looks at me.

I am startled and jump up. I didn’t notice when he opened his eyes at all. He moves without any sign of movement. He looks without a sign of looking. He seems to be one of “those people”, the kind of people you will never encounter if you are to lead a normal life.

Those eyes.

I’m not a person with an excellent observation skill. But even so, just by looking at those eyes, I understand a few things right away. He probably has killed before. Not one or two digits. Hundreds of people. When you have killed that many people, you will reach the other side of the mentality that ordinary humans can possess, beyond the other shore where neither light nor gravity can reach. The spirit of those who have reached that state will be seen first in their eyes, then in their mouth. Their eyeballs become black holes, and the muscles around their mouth become organs to show the depth of their sin, not their facial expressions.

And I also know one more thing instantly.

This young man knows me.

“Who are you?”

I ask without thinking.

The voice coming out of my mouth is so cracked, I cannot believe that it’s my own voice. If I didn’t hold my leg strong, it would have backed up a step on its own.

“Who are you?”

I ask again. There is no answer. I don’t even know if he is listening. Because the light in his eyes show no reactions to my question. No matter how cold-hearted a person is, if you look at him in the eyes and throw words at him, you can still see some kind of responses. But this young man does not have any of that. Just black eyes looking at where my figure is.

I cannot say anything much in details, but I associate this young man with a certain state.

There is no heart here. Just a heart-shaped emptiness.

Just as I am thinking this, the young man opens his mouth. He is trying to say something.

To make sure I do not miss anything, I stare at his lips and listen carefully.

But he doesn’t say anything. He just opens his mouth in a certain way. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t show any emotions. He just changes the shape of his lips. That’s it.

“Do you know me?” I try asking. “Why did you collapse in front of my house? How did you get all those wounds?”

The young man looks at me. He opens his mouth and breathes in as if he is going to say something, but he ends up not saying anything. His mouth is quietly closed, together with a sign that it should not have been opened from the beginning.

Maybe he cannot speak? Aphasia, or probably congenital speech impediment. People can lose their voices for various reasons. Mental reasons, brain conditions. Having their throat burn in a fire, or having their pharynx removed through surgeries. However, I feel that none of those applies to this young man. There is a sign that he has been suppressing the sounds coming right up to his throat.

He can speak but he doesn’t.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. But if I leave you untreated, you will die. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

He doesn’t reply. Those eyes are filled with a quiet emptiness. From that, I assume that he is listening. Because if he is deaf, there should be a reasonable amount of confusion and signs of claiming that he cannot hear.

“To treat you, or to kick you out, it is up to me to decide. As long as you don’t speak, you have no rights to decide. Is that okay? If it’s not, say something.”

The young man stares at me. A few seconds, then tens of seconds. Then he gently looks away and closes his eyes. Quietly, emotionlessly.

He can hear, he can speak. The reason he does not talk is because his door is closed. A door built of thick, huge iron that will not open now matter how hard you try.

“I see. Then I will do as I like.”

I say, my words echoing in the emptiness and dropping into the corner of the room, in the middle of nowhere.

And so begins my communal life between me and the young man.

Strictly speaking, it cannot be called a communal life. It cannot even be called nursing. It’s more like an adjustment work, a monitoring work, and a maintenance work. If I dare to put it in a terribly devious way, it is like keeping a fish. After all, the young man just lies in bed and hardly moves all day. Except for eating and going to the toilet, he is not stirring a muscle. He doesn’t react to what I say or do. It saves me some effort, but it does not feel like dealing with a human at all. I do not expect to hear words of gratitude, and it is a lot easier than dealing with rampages or complaints, but it makes me feel restless all the time. I have never experienced something like this in my life.

There is just one time, when I try to change the bandage that covers most of his face, do I get a strong resistance. That is such a quick reaction that I cannot even imagine. He quickly grabs my wrist as I try to change the bandage. His other body parts do not move at all. It is just like his hand only has turned into another creature and attacked me.

In fact, that bandage should be changed. The bandage that covers most of his face has turned gray in places, and the blood stains have darkened into a gloomy color. From a hygienic point of view, it is not in a condition for an injured person to wear. So I try to change it no matter what, but he is still resisting so stubbornly that I eventually give up. I have carefully applied disinfectant on it. He will not die.

Probably, I imagine, he is afraid that I will see his face when I change the bandage that covers it. I can see the stubbornness in the color of those hard and cold eyes. When you are resisted with such strong will, there is no choice but to back up. However, no matter how many times I try to recall after that, I cannot remember ever seeing him before. Not even in a photo. So, his worry is absolutely groundless. I think so and I actually speak it out, but there is no response from the other side.

Just do as I like.

I cook his meals, let him change his clothes, and change the bandages on his body. We do not talk. He is not speaking anyway, and I am not exactly good at conversations. So, his silence itself is a convenient thing. But somehow, I cannot get rid of the feeling that I have been put on a boat without knowing where it is going.

The time the police appear at my house, is one of those times.

...

Natsume with his family = precious moment ever 🥺

some cute stuff from chapter 109

natsume cooking dinner with shigeru😭😭😭 he points out natsume is getting quite good at cooking, and natsume tells him he sometimes helps make food when he hangs out at tanuma’s house🥺

“Perhaps someday we’ll be able to share a drink together”

drunk touko😭 she went out for drinks with some of her old friends from college and she came home all tipsy. she is obviously a Happy Drunk

So everyone can be prepared...

is it true that side b takes place in beast?

You know, it’s called side “B” for a reason.

Dazai when he met Oda : a big tsundere, a boy throwing tantrums

After became close to Oda : a cinnamon roll

Btw, after reading the game scene, it looks like Dazai once had someonewho also challenged him on a game and he never lost. Who determined enough for him to play the game with that someone. And obviously he played this kind of game often and Oda became a first person after a "so long time". Just how long was it until he met Oda?

Idk, it's just when I read the translations ( 1 & 2). The "it has been so long" that keep bothering me like it has a deeper meaning to it. And the way Oda described his expression when he said it.

Thank you @popopretty for translating the novel. Really, I appreciate it ✨❤️

The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (2)

Continuation from Part 1.

This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

Please carefully read the notes below before progressing.

- This post contains spoilers. It is not a summary, but a full translation of one part of novel. So if you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here.

· I tried to keep the translation as accurate as possible, but as I don't speak English or Japanese as my native language, I may make some mistakes or use weird words etc. This translation might not be final. I may come back and fix it later if I find any mistakes.

· This is a moviegoers-only benefit, so please be extra careful when discussing it about on Twitter. Use a #spoiler tag on your tweets or your fanarts. You can share the links to this post but don't take many screenshots. Don't retranslate it. Don’t repost this anywhere else out of Tumblr.

· DON’T GO TO THE AUTHORS’ OR OFFICIAL TWITTERS TO COMMENT ABOUT THE CONTENTS OF IT.

I'm sorry if that's too much but honestly all I want is for everyone to have a good experience, for those who wants to read the novels to be able to read the novels, and for those who don't want to be spoiled, to be safe from it as much as possible.

If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!

...

Dazai is a strange guy in every possible way.

His eyes remind me of a burnt black cat, his build reminds me of a burnt black cat, his presence reminds me of a burnt black cat. He has a tone that sinks into the abyss of the spirit, and deep, dark eyes that seem to hold the conviction that the sun will never rise again. He is a man of few words. And his voice has the sound of severance that rejects mutual understanding from the very beginning. No one could understand him. No one ever will. And he himself knows that very well. That kind of voice.

It seems true that he wants to die. It seems that all the value standards of living reflected in his eyes are just as worthless and ugly as scrap iron. I don’t understand why. Perhaps the day when I understand will never come. He seems to know that too.

That is why he wants to go outside. The only way to quickly end the pain of his wounds and achieve his desired “big sleep” is to leave my house. However, he is even cut off from death, because I prevent him from escaping.

And that is when Dazai decides to complain about my existence to the very end. He actually has a lot of complaints, about meals, sleep, and other pastimes. One after another, he will find faults in my nursing, criticize, and roast me in the most disparaging way possible. There is nothing that can escape his criticism. He is simply a tyrant. I could have whimpered like a nine-year-old girl.

However, I am actually fine. Because I know that Dazai’s criticism is nothing more than an act he put on to serve his purpose. To discourage me. To depress me through and through, until I’m sick of him and kick him out of my door like I don’t care anymore. That will be his victory. So, I am fine, no matter what I am told. In reality, he must have been very impressed with my proper and adequate nursing.

For example, it goes like this.

“Hey you! The porridge is hot. I can’t eat it like this!”

“Hey, it’s really too hot. You know I can’t use my hands because I’m tied up right?? No no, I told you. Stop forcing it into my mouth… It’s hot! It’s hottttt!”

“I’m eating, I’m eating! Don’t bring another one! Arghhh! Wait… can’t move…. Gyaaahhh!! It’s in my eye! It hurts! It’s hot!! It hurts!!!!!”

“Come on. The toilet is limited to twice a day? Do something about that, won’t you? Even Port Mafia’s prisoners have a little more freedom.”

“Hey, I told you to deal with the boredom, but reading books to me? It’s not something you do with someone this age, you know? And it’s all the same book. And it doesn’t have the last few pages so I don’t even know the ending! Is this torture? A new type of torture?”

Very realistic acting.

I ignore him and just continue with my nursing.

My dedication pays off. After a few days, the young man’s eyes are all dead and exhausted. He speaks in a faint voice.

“I can’t… get through to him. This guy… He is a natural airhead.”

I don’t really understand what he means by it, but after that, Dazai has become more obedient to what I say.

From then on, Dazai changes his strategy. Instead of complaining about the daily nursing, he starts to make very specific demands about food, especially the ingredients. I suppose he wants me to give up. But I am a man of patience and consistency. And I am also a practical person who believes that someone whose hands are wrapped around like that needs a proper distraction. I then become an amiable cook.

His first request is for pufferfish’s organ sashimi. That is a rare ingredient. I go to the fish market to look for it, but the owner there tells me, “Are you stupid or what?” so I give up. Next is grilled amanita virosa. It is a kind of mushroom. The white and beautiful one I heard. This time, I also walk around the mountain to search but I can’t find any. Since the locals never eat this type of mushroom, I thought there should be quite some left in the mountain. What a pity. When I end up serving him the stir-fried dish made from the wild vegetables I happen to find on the way back from my search, Dazai looks at me with grudgeful eyes as if he is going to kill me, while saying “It’s delicious.”

The last dish is potato sprout salad. This one is just ingredients, so it is easy to get. However, I don’t have enough time to wait for them to sprout and get enough of them, so I have no choice but to serve them to him as a sandwich, instead of a salad. Dazai is strangely happy to eat it, but later that night he vomits a lot, while writhing in pain “It is not enough…!” To want to eat something even if it makes him vomit like that, he must like it a lot. It is a moment of hard work paid off for me.

(TN: In case you haven't realized it, everything Dazai requested above is super poisonous and can kill you if you eat them. xD)

On another day, I got this kind of complaint.

“You know, I understand very well that you don’t have any other intention rather than treating me.” Dazai says, flapping his two arms that have finally become free. By the way, his two legs are still tied to the bed. “But I have too much free time! No reading, no phone calls, no video or radio broadcast whatsoever, only some music from those records! I have memorized so many songs that I can start performing tomorrow. You really don’t have anything else? Any real entertainment?”

“No.”

“What’s with the immediate answer…? What on earth do you usually do living in this house?”, Dazai looks at me with a frightened face.

“Then how about playing a game?” I sit down on the chair in the room. “The people who lived in this house before happen to leave behind a deck of cards.”

“I know. It was left on the bookshelf.” Dazai makes a suspicious face. “But I’m not ten years old. Playing cards alone doesn’t make an entertainment at all.”

“I see… Then let’s bet on something?” I says as I take the cards out of the box.

For a second, Dazai’s eyes shine sharply like a blade. “Hmm. But do you even have anything to bet on? You don’t look like you have that much money.”

It is true. I don’t have that much money.

“Then how about this?”, I take out a chess board from the shelf and place sixteen white pieces and sixteen black pieces in front of us. “These are going to be our chips. We will play poker with them as our stakes. Texas Hold’em Heads Up rule. Opening bet is one piece. There is no upper limit. If you manage to win my whole bankroll of sixteen pieces, I will give you the right to freely leave this house.”

“Eh?” Dazai narrows his eyes. “Are you sure about that? You have quite some confidence there. So what if you win? Should I give you all my hidden assets too?”

“There is no point in using something that is not here right now, as I have no way to confirm things like your assets and such.”

“These fake notes then…”

“I absolutely don’t need that.” I push back the wad of notes that Dazai just takes out. “Let’s see. How about revealing one of your secrets every time you lose sixteen pieces?”

“Secret?” Dazai chuckles. “You did give it some thought, didn’t you?”

That is a suggestion based on my selfish calculation.

The problem now is that there is a chance Dazai will come back for revenge after he is healed and released from here. And there is nothing I can do to prevent that. There is no wall in this world that can resist the fierce retaliation of the Port Mafia. I need some kind of insurance. At least something that looks like an insurance. If I can get just a little bit of information about this identity, his secrets, his intentions, it can be helpful in preventing that to happen. Of course, even if I hear his secrets now, there is no way for me to confirm them. That is why it’s only for the ease of mind. If I can get more than one secret out of him, that ease will deepen somewhat.

“Haha, interesting. You are thinking of taking a bunch of secrets from me?” Dazai smiles a distorted smile. “It has been so long, since someone has been so determined to win against me.”

“I’m glad you got in the mood.” I say as I deal the cards. “Ready?”

“Anytime you wish.”

Two cards are dealt in front of me and two cards in front of Dazai, all facing down. Before I deal the next card, Dazai says, “You seem like a fair person. So, I will tell you a trick.”

“Trick?”

“The one who suggested this game were you, but the one who guided you to it was me.” Dazai looks at me with deep tranquil eyes. “I already confirmed that there were playing cards on the shelf, and there seemed to be nothing else to pass the time. We both had little to bet. It was obvious that we would settle with the conclusion that we should bet on my freedom. If it were another conclusion, I would just make a bigger fuss. And just like that I was able to draw out the game I desired from you.”

“I see.” I stare at the expression on his face. “Then it means you also expect to win?”

“Yeah.” Dazai says with a smile that seems to glimmer in the darkness. “This kind of game, I have never lost once.”

There is no hint of bluff or humor. He is serious.

“That is why” Dazai says as he pushes the first bet piece forward. “You will not get to hear a single secret from me for eternity.”

30 minutes later.

“The passcode for Port Mafia’s emergency armed vault is…7280285E.”

Dazai speaks with his dead face on the desk.

“You have so many secrets.” I speak in admiration.

“Of course I do! I’m the head of the special force under Boss’s direct command.” Dazai bawls out. “Argggh what the heck is going on? There goes most of my personal information. It’s humiliating!!!”

This is the eighteenth game, and I have won all of them. His address, his subordinates’ skills, time of joining the Mafia, total amount of money he has on hand, what he does in the organization, his favorite food, location of secret vaults, the fact that his current boss called Mori was once an underground doctor etc.

All the eighteen secrets Dazai have told me are so out of the ordinary that I can’t help but believe he is really an important person in the Port Mafia. In fact, I probably have heard too much. There are not many people on earth who know the background of Port Mafia’s boss – Yokohama’s Taishan Fujun. (TN: Name of a God in China, who is said to be in charge of the life and death of mortal beings on earth) The number of people who are still alive after learning about that is a different story.

Dazai puts his face down on the desk in despair. He sure did have a lot of confidence.

“You… cheated, didn’t you?”

Dazai stares at me, his gaze as sticky as mud. I tilt my head.

“Cheated?”

“I noticed it halfway. That’s a skill. You used some kind of skills to foresee how the games will unfold. I let my guard down at first because I thought skills wouldn’t work on me. But if you have used your skill not on me, but on the place itself, then that would explain that disgusting foreseeing of yours.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hide it.” I speak as I sort out the cards.

My skill allows me to look into the very near future. Not less than 5 seconds, not more than 6 seconds from the present. That’s why I am able to see everything, from the next development of the game, the next stake to be made, to the next card that will come out. On extremely rare occasions, during months when I am in a tight spot for money, I will go to the casino and use this skill of mine to grab some easy money and go home.

“It sure was not fair.” I honestly admit. “Just like you, I have never lost in this kind of gambling before. Let’s void this game. From the beginning, I just wanted to help you kill time.”

“We can’t void it!” Dazai looks at me with protesting eyes. “We can’t even if we want to! If what we bet on was money, you would just need to return it to me in full. But I gave you information! You know that you don’t lose information even if you return it, right? What else can you do? Can you completely forget everything that you have heard and seen at will?”

“If that is the only way, then I will try.”

“Hahhhh???” Dazai looks so tired. “Your jokes are not funny. After all, you are always saying them with a straight face. Somehow I can’t take them as jokes at all.”

I tilt my head. “I didn’t mean to make a joke though…”

“’kay kay.” Dazai turns to the side with a sulky face. “Argg damn it, Mori-san will scold me for leaking so many organization’s information.”

I give it some thoughts then ask, “Who is that… Mori-san?”

Dazai looks astonished. “You really… forgot it?”

…..

I have seen ppl say that the new chapter was trash because “oh Chuuya is now in Fyodor’s hands. Dazai isn’t doing anything he must feel horrible.” ?? I am aware you love Soukoku but let’s talk about canon fact here.

Dazai took Chuuya from the sheep, an immature group of homeless gangsters who fended for themselves in Suribachi city. That same Sheep that betrayed Chuuya because Dazai told them lies. Dazai, after Chuuya was stabbed and off a cliff, struck a deal with him that if he joined the mafia that the sheep would be fine. This was of course because Chuuya was cornered. His only family thought he was a traitor and the source of it was Dazai.

As stated before Dazai already made that decision when he had that phone call with Mori. In other words what he did wasn’t to protect Chuuya — he made that phone call before the sheep told Chuuya that they are his only power and belong to him.

Time skip here to the present main manga. They are adults. What happened happened. Dazai and Chuuya’s partnership is out of trust. The whole soulmate thing came from the producer not Asagiri. And you can see that there is nothing soulmate-y about them. The two dislike each other — as stated in their wiki, as stated in the novel Stormbringer and stated in many other works — the two dislike each other. But they are mature enough to know that they should set their differences aside for the sake of Yokohama.

Now we are at the current chapter where Chuuya is a vampire. Dazai is amused. He isn’t heart broken. He isn’t scared. He is amused. Amused that Fyodor decided to play such a wild card. Dazai and Fyodor are the same in a way that they see their allies and enemies as chest pieces. The same way how other geniuses in the series besides Ranpo (and to refreshes your memory ; Mori, Sasaki and Ayatsuji) they will use their brains instead of their attachments to others. Dazai not caring if Chuuya is in pain or in danger is canon. Dazai caring if Chuuya is in pain or not is not canon. Calling Asagiri’s writing garbage just because your stuck in your own headcanon is stupid.

Anyone can hate a character. Heck I was never interested in Dazai, Fyodor or Chuuya for that matter. But calling Asagiri’s writing garbage even though he fed you WAY too much Chuuya content than needed since he is only a support character is entitled and selfish. You may ship Soukoku however you want. Heck ppl who don’t ship it have to deal with toxic Soukoku shippers harassing others because they don’t ship it. But saying Asagiri sucks?? Just because you ship something and he himself is thinking of his story?

Wow. How the Bungou Stray Dogs fandom has fallen so low all because you can’t put your own headcanon away from canon.

Edit: also if anyone says that I am making SKK sound simplistic I am just scratching the surface of the main issue here. This is not a SKK analysis this is just to talk about the issue with ppl saying Asagiri’s writing sucks because of shipping reasons

Genius indeed...

No one:

My friend: I think the author is trying to use the turning of vampires to symbolize the COVID pandemic, even people strong like Chuya are vulnerable, and everyone should stay home and quarantine like Dazai and Fyodor to avoid it.

Me:

Me:

Me: Wow, that is... Wow. I wish I can give you a trophy.

So true

Just some thoughts on the new chapter!!

I, personally, have been a fan of the vampire outbreak — it’s just fun and bizarre, which caused my love of BSD in the first place. The last few chapters of the prison break with Dazai v Fyodor and Aya and Bram have been very exciting to follow, and I love the step up we have now.

Chuuya being the intruder was unexpected (at least for me— I just assumed it was Gogol) and to make matters worse, he’s a vampire! Him becoming a vampire isn’t really a “plot hole” for me because, even though he’s strong, he still has vulnerabilities (like diving head first into Ranpos trap during  cannibalism). To me, all it would take for Chuuya to be bitten is someone he trusts, like Akutagawa, getting close enough :/

I’m super excited for these teams. Dazai and Sigma has such a fun dynamic (hoping Sigma sticks around for more?!) and I think this sets up Sigma as perhaps a more central character going forward. Admittedly, it took a while for me to warm up to him, but I’m v attached now :)

Next, Chuuya and Fyodor will be a force to recon with. To me, vampire Chuuya and Fyodor represent a harsher version of the alliance between Chuuya and Dazai. I will probably elaborate more in a separate post, but the dynamic has the same undertones of a weapon used by a mastermind.

Chuuya VS Dazai will be so interesting. I am not an SKK shipper at all (I’m in the camp that believes they actually don’t like each other much), but their relationship is well done. I think this fight will provide some good material for analysis :D

And always Aya is so cute!!

Forgive any insensibility, but I really don’t understand why people would be upset at BSD or at the vampire arc. It seems so, so clear that it’s only a plot point, none of those important characters are going to die - the fact that it’s so many main-cast characters all infected should precisely be an indication that it’ll have to be undone. It runs long, for sure, it’s a huge-ass buildup to a rollercoaster climax and it can be a lot to take in, but I’m really not seeing anything wrong, traitorous to the audience or a single sign of bad writing, from my point of view.

BSD doesn’t make a habit of killing characters, not main-cast ones. Side characters, guards, smaller enemies, sure, but not main cast. That’s why I’m calm as ever and simply enjoying the ride!

What I want to know now is how chuuya got bitten and how Dazai will handle this considering he will fight his own partner in this matter with sigma on his team. Of course, Dazai know what is Chuuya's strength and weakness so maybe that will make it a little easier? What happened to the other mafias? Chuuya is one of their strongest so it's possible they are the same 🤷

ADA help Aya so Ranpo will have his own plan, I know they'll be okay.

And I do have the feeling that maybe Verlaine or someone else strong will show up later in this arc because they are now some kind of shorthanded 🤷

Don't know. This is just my thoughts. Nevertheless, this chapter's amazing

An hour and a half after the chapter look at us

It's that Dazai know who is it just by seeing the situation 😭 precious indeed

What Dazai want in the prison is actually a companion, a person to accompany him because he's been alone for a long time

I know this is a big turn of events. I feel shocked and worry about what will happen and if they lose and everything but

When I see that smile on Dazai's face I know everything will be alright

Oh Dazai please don’t ever change I love you so much

I can see chuuya fans going wild because of this month's chapter

I don't know what to feel about this

Oh yeah Chuuya is ba…

Either way, we still gonna suffer

Another Theory/Some Thoughts About the New Dazai LN

After seeing that the first sentence of side A of the light novel The Day I Picked Up Dazai--which mentions something about "a bloody corpse of a boy" appearing on someone's doorstep--I am fully convinced it's from Mori's pov

I enjoy the idea that one side might be from Oda's pov, but it I don't think it'll be side A (since why would Dazai just go to the doorstep of a lower mafia member if he didn't even know them prior? Ofc, he probably would have known OF Oda, but I doubt their first interaction was just...him appearing on Oda's doorstep.)

Now if it was before he joined the mafia, it's more believable that he'd just appear on Mori's porch, having known him or not, since he likely wouldn't have anything to lose.

Side Theory that I might as well mention even though it's so damn unlikely: what if Side B is from Dazai's pov? Obviously, it likely won't show his thoughts, but maybe while side A shows Mori's first impression of him, side B will show what caused Dazai to end up on his porch in the first place?

(Tweet that translated the first line)

PEOPLE WAKE TF UP WE'RE GETTING ANOTHER DAZAI LIGHT NOVEL