COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

This year's World Archery Competition is the most grand one over the years.

Twenty-eight countries, more than 500 contestants.

Only the top 144 can pass the qualifiers in the single match.

Tsushima Shuji also saw Neonfang's team competition.

A black plain kung fu suit and protective gear.

They all look like men in their thirties.

Speaking of this game...

Tsushima Shuji looked around the contestants.

Eighty percent are adults in their twenties and thirties.

They all looked calm and unsmiling.

And those teenagers looked relaxed and didn't seem to worry about losing the election.

"This time, I'm taking you to experience it. When you are as old as those uncles, you will definitely be better than them." A man patted a boy on the shoulder and encouraged.

"Yeah!" The boy nodded vigorously while holding the bow, looking at the others.

Suddenly, Shuji Tsushima met his gaze.

"Hello, my name is Leo, I'm seventeen, British..." He ran to Shuji Tsushima and introduced himself.

"It's one of the contestants who came to participate in this competition. That's my uncle over there, how about you?" he asked familiarly with a brown score of three or seven.

"Sujima Shuji, 14 years old, from Neon, like you, he is also a contestant." The boy with his right eye bandaged and medical cotton cloth on his face was polite and reserved.

"14 years old! So young—" Leo exclaimed in surprise.

"Did you come to participate in the World Championship? Could it be too early..." He looked worried.

"Where's your family?" Leo looked around Tsushima Shuji.

Standing alone among the contestants around, he was extremely lonely.

Is it actually a person who came to the competition? and…

so poor...

What a handicapped young man—

Leo's eyes were full of sympathy.

Tsushima Shuji: …It’s also unacceptable to oversupply the brain.

"He's there." The boy with the bandaged right eye looked up in one direction.

Leo also looked up and followed the other party's gaze.

Squinting his eyes, he could only see a vague white figure.

"That's..." Leo tried his best to narrow his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly.

"It's my uncle." The boy lowered his head and adjusted his bow and arrow.

"Hey - I can't see what it is like at all." Leo gave up his struggle and said with drooping shoulders.

"Speaking of which, if you can sit in the VIP stand, shouldn't your uncle be a great person?" Leo asked incredulously.

"Also, can you actually see that far? How far can you see?"

"And..." He kept asking questions curiously.

Tsushima Shuji: …Are you really British?

Just like the curious people in Neon...

"Leo." Tsushima Shuji said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong?" Leo wondered.

"Neon is very suitable for you." Tsushima Shuji calmly said.

"..." Leo was lost in thought.

Shuji Tsushima is a neon man

He said he was a good fit for neon

He wants to invite himself to Neon!

That must be the case

"So it is—" Leo suddenly realized.

"Don't worry, I promise." He nodded vigorously.

Tsushima Shuji: …You can consider changing your nationality.

"Get out of the way, kid." A strong man with a height of two meters came, bumped Leo with one shoulder, and didn't look at him.

Leo, who was bumped to the side, raised his head angrily, but lowered his head the moment he saw the other party.

"That guy... was in the top ten last year." After the man left, Leo whispered while rubbing his shoulders.

"Hey—" Tsushima Shuji replied indifferently.

"Like us, the first round will be brushed off." Leo lowered his head in frustration.

"Then why did you come to the competition." Tsushima Shuji pulled the bowstring.

"Because I want to feel the feeling of the arena..." Leo touched his head and said embarrassedly.

"But... it's really different from practicing alone." He lowered his head in frustration.

"But next time, I will definitely be able to." He nodded confidently.

"Let's meet again on the field in two years." He invited Shuji Tsushima.

"I won't participate in the next competition." Tsushima Shuji said casually without raising his head.

"Huh?" Leo's smile froze on his face.

"It won't be wiped out in the first round." Tsushima Shuji's tone revealed helplessness.

"In the next session, you can only cheer on yourself." He said to Leo.

"But... look at those people." Leo hurriedly pointed to the people around him and introduced him.

"Those people are all players who have participated in several competitions, and there are players who have participated in more than ten competitions and have learned bow and arrow for decades..."

"Tsushima like you..." He looked at the bandages on the other's hands and face, and stopped his words knowingly.

"Like us...how to compare with them..." Holding the archery in his hand.

Tsushima Shuji: You don't have to take me with you.

"It's too pitiful to meet them like us..." Leo lowered his hand and said.

* "Don't pity yourself." Tsushima Shuji looked at his name that appeared on the screen.

* "If you have pity on yourself, life will be a never-ending nightmare." Finally, he adjusted his bowstring, retracted his hand, and said calmly.

"I'm going to the game first." He calmly seemed to be just going through the motions.

Leo looked down dejectedly at the young man whose back showed a careless expression.

puzzled.

Shuji Tsushima's calmness...

Where did it come from?

He soon found out.

Players of different sizes stand neatly in a row, draw bows, shoot arrows, and let go with neat movements.

Shuji Tsushima was the youngest of the group, and the most conspicuous one.

"The boy with the bandage on his right eye is Shuji-kun Tsushima from Neon. He is the national champion of Neon's archery competition this year. The age of Shuji Tsushima is 14 years old."

"Unbelievable, you must know that although our competition welcomes all players under the age of 40, it is the first time to meet a 14-year-old national champion~www.novelmt.com~ So, can this neon player pass the preliminary round? Woolen cloth?"

"If the first round was lost, he would not cry back to find his mother hahahahaha." The host of the game teased and laughed.

"This is really..." Haruhiko Oba sat in the VIP stand, chuckling as if he had heard something interesting.

"It's useless for people who can't talk to keep their mouths open." He picked up the glass from the tray in the bodyguard's hand.

The liquid in the cup swayed with his movements.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away—" The bodyguard bowed respectfully.

"Wait." Oba Haruhiko stopped him.

"Let's talk after the comparison, don't let him interfere with Shuji's entertainment." He tilted the glass and poured the liquid on the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the young man on the field.