Edogawa Satoru who wanted to be a detective is not a good sorcerer

The vision is hazy.

A hand was stretched out in front of him: "Why aren't you crying or talking? Is the child okay?"

[Am I in a dream?]
He had no memory of this.

The boy stood nearby, looking at him with displeasure.

It's Ranpo's appearance.

Satoru was picked up by his mother. Ranpo stood beside him with his hands on his hips, turning his head away and ignoring everyone.

[Has this ever happened?]
Edogawa Satoru couldn't believe it. Ever since he could remember, Ranpo had always been his doting brother and would never lose his temper with him even if he made a mistake.

[Nightmare.]
But can't wake up.

The nightmare continues.

"I don't want to suddenly have a younger brother." The boy said to his mother.

This is a twelve-year-old boy with a childish face. He doesn't know why there is suddenly a child in his family.

His mother comforted him: "...at least, wait until someone who can take care of this child appears."

"How long do you have to wait!" Ranpo pointed at the child condescendingly, "I don't want him to be my brother!"

He said word by word: "Even if he is very pitiful and was thrown on the roadside and was picked up, he would starve to death if he was not picked up."

"I wouldn't like him either!"

[......]
Ah. Edogawa Satoru thought, he must have been under the spell of a damned spirit.

His soul seemed to be split in two:
Half of me is crying, and half of me is trying to wake up.

Mom sighed. She was thinking of a solution. After a while, she said to Ranpo, "I'm going out with Dad to see an old friend tonight. If you still can't get along with this child this afternoon, I'll take this child to someone else's house."

This child was picked up by Edogawa's father on his way to Tokyo to handle a case. He had white hair and blue eyes and was very cute. Although she felt very sorry for the child, if Ranpo could not accept it, it would not be good for the child to adopt it.

Ranpo: “Hmph.”

He squinted his eyes at the white ball-like baby and snorted again: "Do you think you can be my brother just because you are cute? You wish!"
Having him as a child is enough for his parents!

[Even cuteness can’t attract my brother? Yes…Why did Ranpo like me so much in the beginning?]
Wu had never thought about this question. He had already taken Ranpo's preference for granted.

Because he didn't cry, make a fuss or talk, Ranpo, who was immersed in his own world, didn't pay any attention to Wu the whole afternoon.

Mom knew that Ranpo was unwilling to spend time with children, so she and Dad took Satoru out at night.

The passing of this time was just a blink of an eye for Edogawa Satoru. He calmly watched Ranpo wave his hand, say goodbye to his parents obediently, and then close the door mercilessly.

Twelve-year-old Ranpo couldn’t accept having a younger brother, but could seven-year-old Ranpo accept it?
In the car, mom and dad talked about their concerns about Wu. The child was too young, didn't cry or make a fuss, and seemed to be mute. His future life would be very difficult.

Dad said he had contacted an adoptive family with guaranteed character.

Then, the dream suddenly ended.

"Hmm." Edogawa Satoru cried, but he didn't hear the sound of crying. He was not awake, but entered a new dream.

But this time it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a familiar brother.

Wu hadn't seen his brother for a long time. He suddenly pounced and crashed into Ranpo's arms: "Wuwuwu, I missed you so much. Where did you go? Why didn't you take me with you? I have grown a lot. I can definitely help you... Where did you go? Wuwuwu... Are you hurt? Are you happy?... You didn't even take me with you. You are so mean!"

There were many more tears than Satoru himself could have imagined.

He gave up wiping his tears and opened his eyes wide to see Ranpo clearly. He was afraid that he would not dream of him anymore. He was afraid that he would forget his brother if he hadn't seen him for too long. He was afraid of too many things. Even if it was just a dream, he wanted to rely on his brother for a while longer.

My brother has grown up a lot, but his black hair and squinty eyes remain the same. He wears a handsome khaki detective suit, and his baby fat has faded. When he smiles, he looks mature, reliable, confident and strong.

Ranpo, who is 168cm tall, easily grabbed Wu's armpits, lifted him up for a second and then put him down.

"Be good." Ranpo ruffled Wu's white hair, "I'm waiting for you too."

"I've been waiting for you."

The big Ranpo disappeared, maybe it was a compensation mechanism after the nightmare, so the small Ranpo appeared in Wu's dream again.

Unlike the first two times where he was a participant in the dream, Wu was a bystander in the third dream.

This is probably a story about Edogawa Satoru when he was seven years old. After two years of getting along, Edogawa Ranpo has completely understood how to be a good brother. He will not make mistakes like solving problems so quickly that his younger brother thinks he is mentally retarded because he hasn't understood the problem yet, eating all his younger brother's sweets and causing his younger brother to go to the hospital due to hypoglycemia, taking his younger brother out to play and getting lost and ending up in the police station, adding fuel to the fire when his parents are playing with his younger brother, and kicking his younger brother out of bed in the middle of the night when he sleeps with him.

"I promise that I am already a good brother!" Ranpo signed the letter of guarantee.

Dad tried hard to suppress his laughter and asked Edogawa Satoru, who was thrown to the ground by Ranpo three minutes ago, "Xiaowu, have you forgiven your brother?"

Wu, who had already forgotten what happened, said: "Ah? I agree, I agree. Brother is the best."

Mom and Dad: ...

Dad pulled Mom aside and asked, "Is this kid Wu stupid?"

Mom: "It's easy to be cheated in the future!"

Little Edogawa Ranpo puffed out his chest: "I'm here to protect Wu."

Mom and Dad looked back at the two brothers, then turned back and whispered to each other:
“It’s unreliable.”
"These two brothers are completely different in every other respect, but they are exactly the same in this respect."
"I really need to find a reliable friend to look after you."

Edogawa Satoru, who was observing the dream, thought about it and found that although he had some memories after the age of five, the memories of more than two years were very vague.

[No way... Is there something wrong with my brain?! The curse master didn't completely lie to me?]
While parents were worrying about their child's future, Ranpo and Satoru were back together.

Wu unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

He woke up from the warm memories, and what came into view were unfamiliar walls and... the upper body of Yuji?
The light was dim and would not irritate his eyes.

"what happens……"

By the way, he was on a mission with the sorcerers Nanami and Itadori. After following Zanhui to the rooftop, they met two cursed spirits. Nanami dealt with one, and Itadori and he fought the other.

Nanami is very protective of both of them and is truly a very reliable senpai.

When he found out that both of them knew almost nothing about the techniques under the guidance of Gojo Satoru, he began to teach Yuji and Edogawa common sense that even high schools did not teach.

For example, how to use cursed power to enhance perception and discover hidden cursed spirits, how to break free from restraints and enhance abilities, etc.

If only we could talk about it without having to fight.

Itadori used force to suppress the cursed spirit, but since Satoru could control the cursed power finely, he decided to let Satoru kill with one blow.

When he used his magic power, his memory stopped. I'm afraid that's when he fainted.

"Wu!" Yuji noticed that Wu's body moved, and immediately supported Wu's neck and took a small pillow to put under his head.

Huh? Knee pillow?
"The doctor checked and found that you just fainted." Nanami said, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Wu shook his head. He even thought he was pretty good.

"It might be hypoglycemia. I used to have this problem all the time." This happened when I was five, six, or seven years old.

There is currently no first-level sorcerer available to take over this mission, and the existence of Itadori cannot be revealed, so Nanami decides to continue the investigation but to leave Satoru in the safe house.

Satoru: “Oh, okay, okay.”

Nanami paused as she stood up: "Don't you want to investigate it yourself and then fight the cursed spirit?"

After all his years as a sorcerer, this was the first time he saw a sorcerer who so decisively refused to fight.

Edogawa Satoru was puzzled: "I am not fit to fight in this state. If I faint, you will be responsible for saving me."

[Fighting, fighting, fighting.]
This is actually a normal person?!
You and Gojo Satoru look so similar, so normal, is this normal?!

Nanami felt both relieved and awkward at the same time.

"Keep going!" Edogawa Satoru watched them continue their mission, "Bon voyage, and may you have good luck in your military career~"

Then, he took out a cell phone from the mouth of the cursed spirit in his sleeve.

"Real man, long time no see."
"I forgot to ask you. When I left last time we met, you said that my soul and cursed power were really astonishing."
"What are you surprised about?"

"Tell me when you meet."

The phone keyboard clicks very crisply.

(End of this chapter)