Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

Between the extremely vast bookshelves, there was suddenly an extremely discordant noise.

"It's... abominable!" The young man with shoulder-length short hair couldn't bear it and rubbed his hair indiscriminately. The thesis he had been thinking about for a long time was criticized in public by a professor known as a genius.

Immediately followed were faint mocking sights from all around. Most of the students in the clock tower came from famous magic schools, but the two people here were different.

Webber Velvet's family of magicians only had three generations, and they were very amateurs; let alone the other magician from the East, both in terms of magic level and magic circuit, there were even rumors that his parents Ordinary people - how he got to the clock tower is also a mystery.

Weber clenched his fists angrily, "That guy treats the hard work of the students like this because he is the lecturer of the clock tower!"

"Yes, calm down..."

He continued excitedly: "One day I will prove it to him! My talent—"

"That's not bad, how about in other words... it's likely to come true."

"Fujimaru, don't you feel angry? 'Nowadays magic is determined by family background'...what, what is going on with this old-fashioned idea!?"

Finally, Weber couldn't bear it anymore, and gave those guys a few hard glances in return. He turned around and found his friends immersed in the sea of ​​books, seemingly unaffected by them.

"But I think Professor Kenneth is telling the truth." The black-haired and blue-eyed boy closed the page in his hand, his tone was gentle and somewhat helpless, he raised his eyes, his blue pupils were mixed with some inexplicable emotions, "here It's the library, let's be quiet, teacher."

Unexpectedly, he was actually standing on Kenneth's side, so angry that Weber raised his foot and wanted to stomp, and quickly retracted it in the sight of Fujimaru Tachika. The young man sighed and whispered, "I know! Don't call me teacher anymore."

"Mr. Weber—" A malicious call came from the other end of the bookshelf, and following the voice, several different figures surrounded them.

The leader is a well-known top student, he is naturally arrogant and arrogant, but he has capital.

It took decades or even hundreds of years for the ancestors to reach the root. Weber's thesis not only touched Professor Kenneth, but also mocked the accumulation of these magic families!

With an almost grinning grin, he pressed his hand firmly on the top of the young man's head, and squeezed him down, as if he was about to bury him in the ground, "I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth! But it's still a magic baby, dare to do it now!" You are called a teacher in front of others, I will give you 100 years, no! Even if you are given 1000 years, you will not reach our height, dwarf!"

The last sentence touched Weber's nerves, and he struggled to escape from the other party, "Enough! Who is the dwarf?!"

Everyone present, including Fujimaru Tachika, cast their eyes on him.

Weber: "..."

You are all against me!

"Don't make people laugh. The magic research in your family is just the fur between the pillows and mats. You and us are different from the root. If you are sensible, get out of the clock tower!"

Fujimaru Tachika originally thought that the Academy of Magic would be more independent, but the behavior of these people is similar to that of ordinary school bullying, and according to Weber's self-report, this situation has happened many times.

There must have been some kind of magic cast on the hand of the top student, otherwise with Weber's strength, he should be able to break free easily.

After judging this point, the young man's blue eyes suddenly sank. He stepped forward and held the young man's wrist, smiling softly as always, "Can you let go of my friend?"

I don't know who reminded me, "Hey, Maillard, he seems to be that Oriental magician."

Fujimaru Tatsuka glanced at the man, he immediately shivered, and stopped talking here.

What he didn't finish was that that boy was simply a heretic among magicians!

However, Maillard didn't understand what his companion meant, and instead pointed his cannon at the unknown magician, "Hmph, a combination of a third-rate magician and a third-rate magician? Or is the sewer more suitable for your life—"

"I'll say it again, please let go of my friend." Fujimaru Tachika smiled brightly, but the young man over there had already looked pale.

If he understood, Maillard would have heard those gossips——Although the boy's magic ability is not good, his physical skills are unexpectedly good, and it's shameless to fight in groups!

"I...my hand..." The top student found that he couldn't pull out his hand, and also heard the sound of bones breaking from his wrist, so he couldn't help but put on a frightened expression, "Hey, you guys Come get this guy away! No, no! Help!"

"I think it is necessary to correct your thinking." The young man raised a finger, "Although the talent for magic is very important, but—physical skills are also very important!"

With a beautiful and neat over-the-shoulder fall, Maillard, who was originally restrained by him, fell on his back and couldn't get up for a long time.

Fujimaru Tachika shrugged innocently, "It would be better to ask your mother to enroll you in a karate class when you go back."

Until he was pulled out of the library, Weber still looked dazed.

"Fujimaru, you help me like this..."

"Huh?" He didn't finish, but the young man understood what he meant, "It's okay, I don't have any talent in magic, and I wouldn't feel sorry if I was expelled from school, but being able to protect people around me, no matter when It will make me feel very happy.”

The young man was startled, as if something was gushing out of his heart, he opened his mouth, swallowed the words back, and instead poked Fujimaru Tachika with his elbow, "Did you see, his face just now, I'm afraid it's still the same. It's the first time I've been deflated! It would be great if I could record it!"

"Yeah, the teacher's expression is not bad."

"You're here again!" Weber complained half-truthfully.

Fujimaru Tachika called him a teacher from the first time he saw him. Unlike the sarcasm of those guys outside, he was sincere.

He asked the other party if he had seen him somewhere, but the boy denied it before he even finished listening, and apologized to him with a hearty smile.

Only occasionally, Fujimaru Tatsuka would say "teacher" like this, probably because he misses someone.

The boy's skin was very fair, which set off a pair of blue pupils that were surprisingly beautiful, eye-catching to the point of being unforgettable.Only Weber, who gets along day and night, knows that there are deep thoughts in those eyes, and a casual glance will make people feel depressed and breathless.

He paused and changed the subject, "By the way, have you heard the recent rumors? Kenneth is going to participate in the magic competition in the Far East, you should know better?"

Under Weber's expectant gaze, Fujimaru Tachika finally spit out a few syllables in a light and ethereal voice, "Holy Grail War."

"You really know!!"

Regarding the Holy Grail War, although Fujimaru Tachika knew the name of this magic ceremony, he couldn't tell the details, so Weber had to go back to the library to find information when he was disappointed.

Originally, the two made an appointment to go home together, but the young man didn't wait for Weber, but another guy who was too white.

Melvin waved at him frivolously, "Hey, Fujimaru, are you still waiting for Weber?"

"Yes……"

Fujimaru Tachika hesitated for a moment, and saw him spit out a mouthful of blood and then took out a handkerchief to wipe it, no matter how many times he watched it, he would feel very horrified! ?

What is going on with this person? ?It's too scary to vomit so much blood every day without dying! ?

In addition, it's unbelievable that the second generation is a good friend with this kind of person, right? !

No matter how the boy roared in his heart, he still had to smile on the surface——

"Oh, by the way." Melvin handed him an envelope, "He just contacted me and said that if I lent him the money, he would turn the clock tower upside down for me to see, so—he's gone. "

"Where to go?"

"Japan, by the way, he seems to have taken Mr. Archibald's things with him."

"..."

Fujimaru Tachika was at a loss for a while, not knowing what expression to put on, didn't expect that El-Melloi II was such a person before...?

Suddenly, he realized that he was no longer in Chaldea, but in a strange era.

How did he get here after going through the seven singularities? So far, Fujimaru Tatsuka has not figured it out, and there seems to be some missing parts in his memory.

He turned his attention back to Melvin, if he returned to Japan, would he have an answer?

Except for the pair of blue pupils, the pure white youth curled his lips, turned around and waved at him, "Well, anyway, I've already given you the air ticket, and you can make up your own mind."

On a very ordinary morning, a plane was sailing quietly at high altitude, and the flight attendants served the guests back and forth.

"Sir, are you alright?" The stewardess asked softly, noticing that the guest by the window seemed a little uncomfortable.

The boy frowned, as if he was enduring something. After a few seconds, he answered with difficulty, "Please give me a glass of water, thank you."

After drinking a glass of ice water, Fujimaru Tateka's turbid brain finally emerged a ray of clarity, "Where are you now?"

The stewardess smiled sweetly, "It is already in the sky above Fuyuki City, and it will land in about 10 minutes. I wish you a pleasant journey."

Fuyuki.

A smile flashed across his pale face, and the tall buildings bathed in the morning light could gradually be seen outside the window, like guards guarding the land.

The sudden fever didn't end until getting off the plane, and Fujimaru Tatsuka barely supported herself to join Weber.

But every step he took, there were demons whispering in his ears.

"If you had the chance to choose, would you want to do it all over again?"

……

"You are such a poor fellow, have you been abandoned by those fellows?"

"Shut up!" He yelled into the air unbearably.

Facing the strange gazes around him, the young man couldn't help pulling up the collar of his windbreaker to cover his face, and walked out of the airport quickly.

It's just an illusion, Fujimaru Tatsuka told herself in her heart.

"Hey, little brother over there, are you alright?" The clerk saw a young boy standing outside his store window with a suitcase for more than ten minutes, with his eyes closed all the time, looking uncomfortable.

He gradually opened his eyes, the blue pupils were not as pure as Haitian.It is more similar to the sunny color that some inorganic substances are mixed together to forcefully emphasize, poorly camouflaging the terrifying inner content contained in this container.

The clerk was taken aback, he hesitated and didn't know whether he should continue to drive him away, but the young man realized something, just glanced at the window and left.

Fujimaru Tachika continued to move forward, the hem of the windbreaker immediately swayed in various postures, his pale skin and blue eyes attracted the attention of others, he didn't care, just strolled on his own.

Something is waking up in his mind, as if a seed is sprouting at an alarming speed, and he can't wait to tell him various facts—about this Fuyuki, about the Holy Grail War, about——

The fact that he is dead.

The author has something to say: This article is for me, the King of Heroes who milks children in Chaldea!

So hurry up and bring the virtuous king too!I beg you!

The top student's name is made up, and Melvin is the rich man who lent Webb money to participate in the Fourth World War.

Finally, I hope that there is a little cutie who can collect me~