Kafka Asagiri

My name is Doppo Kunikida, an idealist who lives in reality, a realist who pursues ideals.

Dazai’s skill is different. In theory, there are countless enemies only he can defeat. Even the strongest skill user in the world is nothing more than an ordinary person before him.

I could always just shoot you in the head if you want to die that badly!” I yell, to which he replies:

“Wait. Seriously? Wow, thanks.”

He smiles bashfully, even though there’s nothing to blush about

“Anyway, it’s not like you to be late. What, were you on a ‘date’ or somethin’?”

He makes a circle with one hand and shoves a finger in it with the other.

Make sure to bring a giant camera with you to take pictures of everyone who walks by and say ‘eh’ at the end of every sentence.”

“Like hell I will!”

“‘Like hell I will, eh!’”

“You call that a strategy? That’s a terri—”

“‘A terrible idea, eh?’”

“Stop guessing what I’m going to say!”

it doesn’t matter how popular a fool like Dazai may be, because I am not the least bit jealous or frustrated.

Not the least bit jealous!

Thinking back, there was always something enigmatic about Dazai. While he struck me as an eccentric, he also perfectly expressed the kinds of schemes and knowledge necessary to influence others.

Thinking back, there was always something enigmatic about Dazai. While he struck me as an eccentric, he also perfectly expressed the kinds of schemes and knowledge necessary to influence others.

Kunikida, hypothetically speaking, let’s say I am the Azure Apostle, and let’s say your ideals dictate that you should hurry up and kill me… Even then, you still couldn’t shoot me.” There’s a cold-blooded, inhuman glow in his eyes, as if he can see right through everything—as if he

“I’m going to shoot, Dazai. I’m really going to do it, so if you’re going to panic, you better start now.”

His peaceful smile never once wavers.

“Shoot me,” he says.