02x10 - Dazai, Chuuya, Age 14 (Edgelord Era) ~ Personal Tastes/Dazai, Chuuya, Age 14 ~ Hypothetically Speaking/An Ambiti

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One day, after being run
over by a runaway truck,

I was reincarnated in another world.

I conquered the world using
my unstoppable skill

- and was eventually crowned king.

- Chuuya! Chuuya! Chuuya!

- Chuuya.

What are you writing?

Nothing!

Seriously? Are you
studying during recess?

Y-Yeah.

I'm not like you,
Mr. Failed Suicide Attempt.

You're right. We're polar opposites.
I'd never feed my ego

by writing a delusional isekai
power fantasy about myself.

Ugh, this b*stard knows everything!

I can do whatever I want!

I know exactly what you're
thinking, Chuuya.

If the novel you upload happens
to become a massive hit...

Huh?

What? You make your
authorial debut at 14?

Your popularity explodes when
you appear on the news!

You publish a series of long-sellers!
Your works appear in textbooks!

Your novels are adapted into
anime and stage plays!

Eventually, you become
friends with voice actors!

I bet that's what you're
thinking, you greedy slug!

I didn't go that far!

What kind of detailed
fantasy is that, anyway?

This super elite academy admits
only select exceptional students.

Among the student body, none other
than I am known as nonconformist.

All I want is to live quietly.

Dazai-kun, there's been an incident!

Good grief. Why won't the
world leave me alone?

Fine. I'll use my powers to solve it.

You're the greedy one, mackerel!

Tee-hee!

Randou-sensei told me to dream big.

I never said that.

You're gonna solve cases
at an academy, huh?

Fine. I'm reading yours, too.

"Friends face an unprecedented
threat to the world."

I've seen this before.

"An unstoppable student detective."

I've heard this one before.

This is pretty interesting.

So, is there more?

Not yet. What about you?

I might write more if I feel like it.

You can read mine if you want to.

S-Sure.

Writing stories through friendly rivalry.

That's one way to spend one's youth.

Those stories never
get finished, though.

Keep a kind eye on them, okay?

I am Dazai Osamu, an ordinary
second-year middle school student.

Or so I seem, because I'm actually...

Hey, Chuuya.

What?

This is Nakahara Chuuya,
a horrid little creep.

Hypothetically speaking...

don't you think it'd be cool if to
produce flames from your fingertips?

Hell yeah.

That was quick.

Not that it'll happen anyway. Not yet.

Also...

wouldn't it be awesome if you grew
wings on your back and could fly?

Hey, no fair! Me, too!

I'd have six wings.
Doesn't that seem cool and realistic?

I know what you mean. You came
up with a decent idea for once.

It'd be convenient for
getting to school.

Wait, wait. We're not talking
about handy gadgets here.

I'm descended from angels. I'm one
of Heaven's last remaining messengers.

And my power has just manifested.

Damn, that's good!

I suddenly feel a chill.

Don't you have any cool ideas, Chuuya?

Well...

Everyone do as I say!

Put your hands on the wall!
I'll sh**t anyone who doesn't!

A t*rror1st enters the classroom.

Move!

Good grief.

You messin' with me, punk?!

And then I unleash my true
power and knock everyone out.

Right, right. That's
certainly one option.

I came up with that, too.

Stop, stop! You're giving
Randou-sensei goosebumps!

I'm Nakahara Chuuya, an ordinary
second-year middle school student.

I might not look it,
but I'm pretty jacked.

I'm pretty good at fighting, too.

Not that I've ever been in a fight.

Chuuya!

I've made an incredible discovery.

What is it?

Doesn't "psychic powers" sound cooler
than "supernatural abilities"?

That's Dazai Osamu, a real shady guy.

Does it?

What? Supernatural abilities
sounds so old fashioned,

like something you'd
see on a variety show.

It's not for me.

You don't have any kind of powers.

Not right now, but I've got potential.

Don't sit around waiting
for your powers to awaken.

You've gotta train regularly to
make them manifest, like me.

My dynamic vision is so good, I'm always
first to press the button in elevators.

That just sounds like a nuisance.

An alternative name for
supernatural abilities, huh?

Powers ordinary people don't have...

What about calling them Presents?

Presents?!

As in packages tied up with string?

I feel like you're just
slightly off the mark.

How?

Okay, then how about
miracle superpowers?

Sorry, Chuuya. You're getting colder.

Besides, what matters more is how
they work, not what they're called.

Don't worry about it.

What? You're making me
out to be the bad guy?

If I had a mysterious power,

it'd be the power to kick your a*s!

Then my power would be the
power to nullify your attacks!

No fair!

Then I also want the power to
nullify your nullification!

What? Well, I'd nullify your
nullification of my nullification!

Then I'd nullify your nullification of
my nullification of your nullification!

I'd nullify your nullification of my
nullification of your nullification...

What a mysterious power.

I'd like the power to create
an adorable little assistant.

What?!

Randou-sensei?!

I'm Nakajima Atsushi, 10 years old.
I'm a fourth-year grade school student.

One day...

It's a shame you can't see
my tempered aura, Chuuya.

You've never even seen the world of the
truly strong. It'd blow your mind.

W-Wow, they're so cool!

The organization will
be calling me soon.

They need my power.

Well, I have to fight to keep my power
under control, whether I want to or not.

They're so cool!

They only appear to be
middle school students.

In reality, they use
their forbidden powers

to fight to save the world
with secret organizations.

E-Excuse me!

Could I be your apprentice?

What?

I overheard your conversation.

I want to be strong like you,

little guy who wisely keeps his
overwhelming power hidden,

and you, bandage mummy troubled
by his forbidden cursed power

who still fights for justice
by fighting fire with fire!

Kid.

Y-Yes?

Th-This power would destroy you.
You're not ready to wield it.

My left arm aches. Be still, my arm.

The world would end if this
terrible curse were unleashed.

I can't put this burden on you.

You're better off not
associating with us.

So cool! I'm gonna be just like them!

Oh? I seem to have produced
a sinful little lamb.

I can't blame him for admiring my power,

though whether or not he can
master it depends on him.

Work hard so you can be
strong like me someday.

Who wants to be a useless
loser like you?!

What?! You're a loser if you can't
sense how unstoppable I am!

- Don't call me a loser, loser!

- Loser!

Wan! Shorts.

My name is Nakajima Atsushi.

For reasons, I'm the new teacher
at this high school.

I'm Nakajima Atsushi.
I'll be your teacher from now on.

Nice to meet you!

Nice to meet...

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Those students are terrifying!
They're delinquents!

Are they even high school students?

That one keeps glaring
at me! He's terrifying!

I bet she's stronger than she looks and
knows assassin techniques! So scary!

But it's okay. I'll support all
my students, no matter what.

Uh, um...

I know, I'll use that famous phrase!

You're not rotten tangerines!

Of course we aren't.

Huh?

I see. In other words...

Huh?

You reject the idea that bad money
drives out good, Atsushi-sensei?

Uh, yeah.

I challenge you to a cool pose contest.

You're on.

Ready... go!

How's this?

No, wait, I...