COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Tsujima... young master." The man standing beside the throne with a tray in one hand hesitated.

Should I tell Kaa...

Zero may have taken a lot of pictures already...

"Huh? You want to call me His Majesty the Demon King, Midorikawa-kun." The boy rested his head in one hand and sat comfortably on the throne as he casually said.

Scotland: Forget it, don't tell him.

It seems that Kaa himself is enjoying himself, and he probably doesn't care about being photographed.

"Okay, Jin... Your Majesty the Demon King." Scotland changed his words with a serious face.

Just be happy.

…

During a relay race.

In the field, people wearing sportswear with the word "Demon King" written on it and those with the word "sure victory" written on their foreheads are full of desire for victory.

"We are the subjects of His Majesty the Demon King..."

"The victory is up to us!" He clenched his fist, full of confidence.

Opponent next to:…

Looking at a group of people behind a raging fire, the opponent fell into thought.

This class...

Are they all secondary diseases?

as well as…

They looked at the pictures on the big screen in the sports arena and felt puzzled.

Shouldn't the footage of our game be shown? Why does that guy take up half of the screen! !

but…

They looked at the young man sitting on the throne on the screen. Even though the other party was wearing inappropriate clothes as if they were enthroned, he still didn't look abrupt. Instead, he felt that he was supposed to be so noble.

Plus the man standing next to the other, holding a tray of juices and desserts.

And the girl cheerleaders who kept singing and dancing behind the opponent.

Opponents: Damn, I'm so envious—!

Can being good-looking and rich or being a famous detective be so great? ! !

Yes, it can be really amazing.

Even better.

They suddenly looked deeply hit and ended the game in a trance.

Lost the game groggy.

"Are you in the end..."

"Woooooo... the squad leader—" The members who lost the game cried out while hugging each other's squad leader.

"It's the Demon Lord, that fellow Tsushima Shuji, definitely the Demon Lord..."

"Woooooooo..."

"Damn, so envious, everyone is a student..."

"Why does that guy have his own throne! Woohoo." They were crying with envy on their faces.

Principals: …

They looked at each other with a helpless expression.

"Go to sleep, everything is in your dreams." They comforted their classmates.

"Woooooo-" Suddenly, a group of people cried louder.

"I didn't feel like I lost the game. You said so..."

"Damn, why did the tears of unwillingness fall from my mouth involuntarily..."

Several people bit their handkerchiefs with tears in their eyes.

Principals: ...Oh.

"Don't think about it, it's useless."

…

"Damn, why doesn't our class have a hero who can compete with the Demon King!!"

"Isn't this momentum completely crushed!"

"How can we win the game!"

Some people clenched their fists unwillingly.

But no one answered him, he raised his head blankly and looked around.

Saw other people who were weak, even yawning.

"You... aren't you going to resist?!" He asked unbearably.

"Ah? Why are you resisting?" The speaker yawned, looking blank.

"Isn't that cool? His Majesty the Demon King... or something."

"We're not heroes looking for death."

No help, this group of people has already regarded themselves as a failed dog.

…

"Next, the winning class will come forward to receive the award..." The voice of the broadcast spread throughout the arena.

The ones who won the most prizes were those who called themselves the Demon King's Army...

"Wait a minute!" The representative they elected stood up and spoke with a calm expression.

Sitting on the throne watching the game, Tsushima Shuji, who was very bored and started drinking juice:...this is really...not good...

"This class representative, what's the matter with you?" The person in charge of the award asked very kindly.

After all...there are a lot of parents in the audience today.

"We can become the winning class, and the biggest credit should go to a classmate..." The representative reached out and held up his glasses, which reflected a bright light.

"We hope to invite him to the stage and accept the award together." The representative said without hesitation.

The teacher who was originally in charge of awarding the award: ...Does that mean I am not worthy of awarding you?

"The classmate you mentioned...is..." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hmph." The representative held his glasses and hummed softly.

"That's the one sitting on the audience stage, His Majesty the Demon King high above—" He circled the field and stretched out his hand toward an extremely conspicuous area on the audience stage.

"Ah—" He put a hand on his chest.

"Your Majesty—" he shouted affectionately.

Tsushima Shuji:  …

Behind the cheerleading girls, a group of figures who ended the game appeared.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," they said, raising their thrones.

All the way down the audience stage.

Standing in the same place, Scotland, watching the boy being carried down together with the throne, silently put down the tray.

Hope they carry it steady and don't drop Kaa.

Shuji Tsushima was carried to the podium with the throne he was sitting on.

Tsushima Shuji: ...let's just sit, I don't really want to stand up~

The boy's sitting posture remained unchanged, and his expression did not fluctuate.

"Your Majesty, this is the medal we dedicate to you, belonging to the champion..."

"Of course, you may not look down on these..." The representative shoved the crystal trophy into Shuji Tsushima's arms, while hanging the gold medal around the opponent's neck.

"...this... in this case..."

"Let's take a photo together..." The school representative wiped his sweat and suggested with a trembling voice.

"one two Three…"

"eggplant-"

"Crack."

In the group photo, the teenager sitting on the throne holds a scepter in one hand, a crystal trophy in his arms in the other, a gold medal, and a crown, surrounded by cheerleading girls and classmates in sportswear with a cold expression. .

…

The throne, crown and scepter cloak, UU reading www.uukanshu.com are all performance props of the drama club. As soon as the games are over, Tsushima Shuji wants to take off these things.

The people from the drama club said, "After seeing Tsushima-kun using these things, I feel that no one else deserves it..." while trying to package these things for Tsushima Shuji.

However, Master Shuji Tsushima was not someone who would take other people's things at will. Under his constant refusal, the members of the drama club had to give up.

"The Throne and Costume of the Demon King..."

"It's decided! These will be the treasures of our township in the future!" The members of the drama club earned an expression.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Hey, sure enough, my charm is unstoppable~

On the audience stage, a man wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera kept taking pictures from start to finish.

The man in black held up his mobile phone and never put it down.