[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

After parting ways with Mayuya and his group, Rongjima wandered straight back to the dormitory of the high school. After sweeping down the city, both of her hands were occupied by large and small bags, which almost seemed to submerge her thin figure.

She had a face that was 70% similar to Mrs. Longjima, and the remaining 30% was inherited from her father. As a result, when she left her half-asleep and half-awake look, she looked as cold as ice, as sharp as a two-sided sword. A sword that will draw blood with just one touch. Therefore, Longdao had a habit of restraining his expression that was so sharp that it would become the target of others, half-opening and half-closing his eyes, and resigned himself to becoming an inconspicuous background.

Coincidentally, this look is quite popular among the elders. After leaving the remote town of Chuitama and moving to Tokyo alone, she was inevitably greeted by neighbors who knew nothing about her past. However, despite being labeled as a top student with a withdrawn personality, Longdao is still alone.

And this maverick "alone" situation completely changed after she entered the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuring High School in June. She didn't even have time to prepare herself before the man who claimed to be the strongest took him by the back of his collar and threw him between two other young conjurers in the first grade.

Since then, she has rested in the dormitory provided by the college for students during workdays, and only returned to the mansion opposite Yoshino House that now belongs to Izumi Gōshima during holidays.

At this moment, she recalled the voice that almost caused her to become a defector. Technique? Dirty? Or is it just a simple auditory hallucination? Longdao stopped under a towering sycamore tree, put all the bags at his feet, and decided to take out one of the cans of soda he had purchased to quench his thirst. The can made a long "chi-" sound when it was pulled open, and the steam that rushed out wetted her fingertips hooked on the iron piece.

The girl who was immersed in her own thoughts unconsciously tapped the metal rim of the soda can with her teeth, bit it, and then released it, and then sipped the sugar water stuck to her lips.

The sound of tires scraping against the ground made Rageshima raise his head. Her lips still did not leave the edge of the can, she just lifted her eyes, which looked golden and green due to the refraction of light, and glanced almost indifferently in the direction of the sound.

"Good evening, Koizumi. Aren't you with Mayuya and the others?" The smiling face of their teacher was revealed in the lowered car window. She often wondered how this tall man could squeeze himself into the limited space of the passenger seat. Contrary to his comfortable and comfortable tone, Ijichi sat in the driver's seat with his back slightly hunched, his hands tightly clenched on the steering wheel, and his eyes staring blankly at the road ahead with heavy dark circles under them, looking haggard and resentful. . Ichichi slowly turned his head, gave a polite smile that could not conceal his pain, and then said hello: "Hello, Miss Gongjima. Please get in the car, I will take you back to the high school. "

"Ah, good evening, Mr. Gojo, Mr. Ijichi. The two of them went shopping in Shibuya." Facing the haggard social animals, Gongjima once again thought about whether he had chosen the wrong career. She moved all the large and small bags into the back seat and said sincerely, "Excuse me."

Gojo was sitting in the passenger seat, and his pair of pale blue eyes with a strong sense of inhuman sight were currently blocked by bandages, but Yujima felt that the sight lurking behind the bandages was falling on him through the refraction of the rearview mirror. On her body. Noticing Rong Dao looking at the rearview mirror, the white-haired man raised the corners of his mouth and turned his head to look at her through the gap in the middle of the seat.

"Qiang Qiang, it's Koizumi's question time now -" The range of his movements frightened Ichichi who was driving. The social beast with dark circles under his eyes made a weak protest, but the culprit turned a deaf ear and his tone was as relaxed and sure as ever, "No matter what the question is, , the greatest Gojo teacher will help you solve it." For the sake of his own life, Gongjima reminded after a short silence: "Gojo teacher, please stop your current dangerous behavior, Mr. Ichichi and I don't want to be young yet. Die young.”

Ichichi cast a grateful look at her through the rearview mirror. Gojo Satoru, who was a good teacher, followed his student's advice. He pretended to sigh a few more words, and then the white-haired man's face disappeared into the gap between the seats in front of him. The movement just now knocked over several paper bags and fell on the girl's lap. The back seat was occupied by the knife bag she held in her arms. The man who was sitting in the passenger seat again reached out and fished something out from the gap between the seat and the door, and then handed it to the girl in the back seat.

Rongjima saw clearly that it was a box of white chocolate strawberries from Rokkatei.

"This is a souvenir specially prepared for Koizumi." The man said, looking as if he was ready to receive her cheers. She suddenly remembered that Gojo's business trip a few days ago was in Hokkaido. The gate of the high school appeared at the end of the extended road, the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly burst out, and Longdao quietly closed his mouth that was about to open.

The phone screen glowed blue, as cold as the phosphorus fire floating in a dry tomb. The white-haired strongest straightened the corners of his mouth, and instantly pulled the frivolous smile off his face. It was probably guessing that the vacation that he hadn't warmed up was going away at the speed of light. Ijichi, who was holding the steering wheel, looked increasingly haggard for no reason. The carriage fell silent for a moment, and only Gojo was heard answering the phone. It happened that a slightly thick lead-gray cloud swallowed up the red sky light, and was later burned to the point of fleeing in panic. It curled up and was instantly burnt with a burnt-yellow edge, turning into a thin shadow.

Ichichi dutifully put the cage down at the entrance of the high school student, not forgetting to worry about whether the latter could move the several paper bags in the back seat back to the dormitory alone because of her thin body - this place was still quite far away from the student dormitory. Thinking about the location and time required for this business trip, Gojo also handed over the souvenirs he brought to the other two first-year students to Cage Island. As a result, the hill made of paper bags seemed to be growing even more, and it fell on Ichichi. The eyes are even more worrying.

The white-haired one stretched out his head from the car window, folded his arms and pressed against the window frame, staring from bottom to top at the student's eyes that were immersed in shadow because his back was facing the endless glow. The pale golden sunset dyed his hair, which was like the first snow, with a warm and soft halo. However, under the cover of layers of bandages, Rongdao could not see the blue, so he could only lower his eyes and wait in silence for what was to come. Gojo curled his lips slightly, raised one hand to hold his chin and looked at her closely, then smiled and said, "Koizumi did have some questions to ask me just now, right?"

Rongdao caught a glimpse of the auxiliary supervisor on the driver's seat twitching her fingers, and she reminded her in a flat voice: "But you should have a mission now."

"Indeed, but the opportunity for Mr. Koizumi to ask questions is still reserved, so you are welcome at any time. You don't have to be polite to trouble a reliable teacher." The man added, "A teacher's duty is to answer students' doubts. No problem with any questions - even if they are curious teachers. The same goes for my ideal type.”

"...No, I don't have that kind of interest." Longdao's eyes were dead. Before Ichichi drove the car away from the spot, she freed up one hand to pick up a paper bag with the words Suijiangdo on it and handed it to Gojo. The latter was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by her behavior. Compared to her movements, the girl's tone seemed calm, almost like reading on a stick, "It's a return gift. Teacher Gojo hasn't eaten yet, has he?"

Hearing this, Gojo's eyes lingered on the paper bag filled with the aroma of dessert for a while longer. This time, he reached out and took the paper bag. He seemed to be in a great mood, and the smile crept up his face again: "Then the teacher will accept it." Gojo remembered something, smiled and lowered the window again, and said to Longjima who had not gone far, "Koizumi , if you have the chance, try to have more contact with Aoi and Mayuya, maybe you can find different answers to your questions."

Rongdao watched blankly and indifferently as the car disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road, disappearing into a black spot that could no longer be seen. The answer to the question...is it really so?

Just when she was about to forget about the strange sounds that appeared out of nowhere that day, in her usually empty dream, a figure hidden behind the gray mist appeared out of thin air. Perhaps the most absurd aspect of the dream, he was ordered not to reveal the secret, so the imperceptible and impenetrable "unknown" was turned into mist and covered the gap between the two. That's a pale, ambiguous rhetoric. Neither of the two parties at either end of the smog could find out the identity of the person on the other side. Contrary to the illogical thinking that often appears stagnant and jumpy in dreams, she is not completely devoid of careful logic in reality.

That was a young boy.

She intuitively sensed the tense emotion the other party felt when he discovered her presence, and that emotion was too small in the entire boundless and empty wasteland. Even her best efforts were no different than coins falling to the ground. .

"Who are you?" He repeated the question at that time. At this time, she just remembered the culprit that caused Mayu to almost have an affair with her a few days ago. Longdao couldn't help but let out a short syllable of sudden realization.

"You are a guest, young man." She commented lazily, and sat down on the same spot, minding her own business, and raised her head to look at the gray that stretched in all directions.

There is nothing new under the sun.

She murmured unconsciously, eliciting a confused retort from the young man, but the latter did not fall into Cage Island's ears—it would be better to say that she went in one ear and out the other.

"I should be asking you this, the kid who suddenly appeared here." She stated, "Curse Master? Or Curse Spirit?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" The boy's hostility struggled to emerge from the lonely plain, and was forcibly suppressed again, disappearing into nothingness.

Longdao tilted his head: "Ah, could it be that you are..."

Even though she used surprising sentences, her tone was quite calm and calm, sounding perfunctory. The girl added the second half of the sentence nonchalantly, and finally she was willing to stand up and look at the boy opposite: "Could it be that you are a Zanpakutō? Similar to Zangetsu."

Kakashi:  …

Lengdao looked away and explained: "After all, this is probably my world." She waved her hand, as if trying to grab something from the wilderness, but when her fingers came together, the mist flowed away from her fingers, and her palm Still empty. This move made the young man who mistakenly thought she was going to do some kind of attack was stunned. He saw the girl's slender hand stopped in the air, and after a moment, it was taken back with some disappointment. "It still failed..." He vaguely said Hearing the girl who claimed to be the master of nothingness here mutter, she lay down on her back.

There was nothing here, and she could not make this suffocating desolation flow again.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and the silence lay like a huge wool blanket, spread flat and heavy. But there were no wool blankets or fires. The child didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly asked: "You just said this is your world, what do you mean?"

The boy's voice was still childish, but it sounded a little cold because of his cautious attitude. He seemed not used to breaking this kind of silence, and his words were a bit dry, more like the crisp sound of ice breaking.

"The spiritual world, my dream, or..." Longdao closed his eyes, recalling the words he learned in the first-grade basic class not long ago, and said the noun calmly and somewhat awkwardly, "The rudiment of the birth field. "

The young man was silent for a moment, not sure whether he was dumbfounded by the unfamiliar terms he heard at this moment, or because he was surprised for another reason.

Such an empty desolation, like an isolated island. But at this moment, the girl a few steps away regarded it as a spiritual world as if she was staying aloof. A lonely feeling of loneliness resonated in his chest, roaring like a passing hurricane. This doesn't mean that he completely trusts the other party, but there is really no other explanation at the moment.

"What about you? You haven't answered my question yet." Longdao said, "Who are you?"

There shouldn't be any wind here. Most likely, its hollow quality sank the boy's answer into the bottomless pale like a swamp, without even a single echo. This phenomenon seemed to arouse her pitiful desire to explore for a moment, but then they dimmed and faded like sparks extinguished by the wind.

Forget it, Longdao thought at that time. Maybe this is just an ordinary dream. The next time she falls into this empty but boundless desert, maybe not only the name she didn't hear clearly, but also the thin boy standing not far away will be eroded by the wind and disappear. Just like the fleeting phantom of the past.

She didn't intend to have any expectations for this, but she still had some vigilance left - it could not be ruled out that this was the residual effect of the spell - so Rongdao casually covered her eyes with the back of her hands, and thought for a ten thousandth of a second. .

Even if it is an unfinished field, if the other party has any intention of attacking, it should be possible to defeat him, right?

But the young man never showed any intention of attacking. He just stood there and observed everything around him with those eyes that she could not see. Stay safe and sound. It wasn't until the sky stretched out its white fingers from the boundary between heaven and earth, and the young man standing in the distance dissipated like the mist in the morning, that Rongdao turned his eyes and stared at him with an expressionless face as he disappeared.

Look, what did she say?

It will always disappear.