How should a person without supernatural powers save the world in the Shura field?

"What do you think?" Wujo picked up a piece of watermelon at some point, and handed the piece of watermelon that died tragically to Ayu, "Don't waste it, it's quite sweet."

Ayu took it in a daze, twitched the corners of his eyes, and bit it expressionlessly: "Gululululugu? (So non-magicians can also operate spells?)"

"Puchi", with his fists on his mouth, the vicious Gotjo tilted his head to hold back his laughter, and he couldn't hold back another sound, "Puchichi...cough, cough cough, of course not. It is different from simple shikigami or enchantment techniques, The spells are basically imprinted in the body of the sorcerer by nature. Therefore, a sorcerer's talent plays about [-]% of his strength."

...a familiar setting.

"From this point of view, you have no talent."

"Oh."

It really doesn't give you any face, brat.

Wujo curled his lips, raised his fingers behind the back of one hand and upwards with the other hand:

"Your talent, um... is more like a metaphysical existence. Whether it is spells, shikigami, or pure physical attacks, these are all attacks from the form of objects. And you are defeated from the essence The opponent's."

"It's like attacking a machine. If it is directly used as the energy source of the core, then it is a pile of scrap iron, no matter whether it is strong or weak, it is meaningless."

"Oh."

"So," Wujo still pointed his index finger up, "you don't need magic power or spells to fight against the enemy. Besides, in exchange, at the cost of full magic power, you have the body of 'Heaven and Curse' , obtained a body that far exceeds that of ordinary people, and physical skills are enough to compete with super-level magic spirits."

"However, as my student, this is so possible." Gojo laughed and patted Ayu on the back, "I am the strongest. You can challenge me after 100 years of hard training."

No one says they want to challenge you.Ayu, who has endured too much, is expressionless.

"Conjurers practice constantly and extract spell power from tiny emotions. Although you can't produce spell power on your own, you still have to practice, practice to feel the flow and nature of spell power, and to fully display your talents .”

"Come on, I've thoughtfully prepared a suitable training method for you." In fact, out of his own bad taste, Wujo took out a bunch of video discs from nowhere, "We just need to—"

"See a movie!"

"..."

Gotjo took out all the discs from his pocket in one breath, and slapped them on the table with high spirits: "From plasma films, violent films, zombie films to supernatural films, thrillers, suspense films, everything you expect to find."

"Look at Principal Night Moth's special curse skeleton," said the five hands holding a cat doll with boxing gloves and a very unfriendly front teeth. Otherwise, it will be punched with a 'poof'."

Wujo leaned on the sofa, holding the cat's tail in his hand, and threw it to Ayu.There was a slight smile in Wutiao's voice: "No hiding."

"Pfft", Ayu who caught the doll froze and was hit by a punch.

"Tsk." Ayu showed a subtle depressed expression.

"Puff puff puff." One after another, suffocated laughter sounded from behind the sofa.

...Since you are holding back your laughter, hold it back for him.dead fish eye g.

"Ahem, let's get back to the point. There are not only horror movies, but also comedy movies, romance movies, and action movies." Wutiao sat down on the sofa, motioned Ayu to squat down, and put his hands on the other side shoulder, "I will continuously transmit the mantra to you. Due to your constitution, the mantra will not enter your body, but will flow on the surface of your body. You must guide these mantras without any waves. input it into the curse skeleton."

"Of course, it's not difficult for you." Your weakness is obvious.

……

Sitting on the sofa after watching movies all day long without sleep, the dark circles on Ayou's face became more and more serious, and the resentment was about to condense into substance, just about to move.

Wutiao's hands rested on Ayu's shoulders all the time to output the mantra, while the man was already lying on his back on the sofa with his mouth open, and the mantra output changed up and down with his breathing. with.

want to sleep.

So annoying.

Ayu was completely expressionless, holding a cat doll in his hand, outputting mana power without wave, his eyes reflected the farce of crying and laughing on the opposite TV screen.

so annoying.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked. At this moment, Ayu's mind is completely occupied by "sleep", "sleep", "bastard Gojo Satoru" and "sleep".

"Ayu!" Wujo suddenly jumped up from the sofa and shouted.

Ayu, still staring at the TV screen blankly and expressionlessly, the doll under him remained motionless.

"...Oh." He slowly spit out a single syllable, and his tone seemed to have a bit of murderous intent, "Are you...what's the matter?"

Not bad, with five spare hands touching his chin, it's okay to talk to him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Wujo waved his hand, "I'll continue to sleep."

Stare——Ayou turned his head back with a click, and continued to watch the love of a wealthy family that was playing in front of him.

However, Gojo opened a gap in the blindfold, and his shining pupils were ready to catch the next moment, it was coming, your weakness.

An emerald forest.

The breeze blew, the branches rustled, and the sunlight wandered through the gaps, gently touching the little boy under the woods.

The screen advances.The strong man picked up the little boy and played with him around his neck, while the gentle woman stroked the little boy's head and whispered softly.

The little boy laughed happily, hugged his parents, raised his head and said with a bright smile:

"I want to be with my parents forever."

Like a pebble thrown into a waveless lake, Ayu stared blankly for a moment, and the mantra power transmitted by his hand was interrupted like a string of a lyre that collapsed with too much force.

The curse skeleton with the appearance of a cat jumped up immediately, and aimed at Ayu with his fist.

...don't hide.Even though the trajectory of the attacking fist was clearly visible, Ayu still averted his eyes.

"Porf", a dull sound sounded, Wutiao raised his hand to block the attack, and turned off the switch of the curse skeleton.

Gojo took off the blindfold and looked at Ayu: "Have you found out, your real weakness. You haven't come out of the past, such a person is just a weak patient, vulnerable to a single blow."

"Whether it's in training or on the battlefield, distraction is a taboo."

"That moment just now was enough for me to kill you back and forth five times."

"You are weak." Wutiao's delicate face was full of sarcasm, which made people angry.

Ayu fell silent. He looked at the unmoving cat on the ground beside him, and replied in a low voice: "I see... Teacher Wutiao."

Wujo showed a smile: "That's right. Stop clicking, let's go, today's teaching is over."

"What do you want to eat, I'll treat you." He smiled and leaned over to embrace Ayu, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. I'm the strongest, no one else can kill you."

Angry is not angry.It's just... Ayu felt that the word "treat" was very familiar.He suddenly raised his head and stared at Wutiao: "Please... ho... treat..." His expressionless face was enveloped by black energy called resentment, "Ho ho..."

"Well, what's the matter?" Touching his head, remembering the pigeons released last time, Wu Tiao quickly ran away, "Cough, takeaway! I ordered takeaway for you! Enjoy it."

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Time moves slowly through the world.Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye.

A lot of things happened during this period, but it had no effect on Ayu.

For example, Knotweed, who was investigating the murder of the curse, befriended a young man named Shunping, but finally watched him being transformed into a monster and died in front of his eyes. Finally defeated the second son and the third son who had gained physical bodies, such as... In short, it was a lot of trouble.

Ayu was receiving special training as usual, sometimes Gojo would personally guide him, most of the time he would practice by himself, and occasionally the knotweed would come to intervene.Absorbing the knowledge and skills of the magic world, both physical skills and the manipulation of external energy have improved to a higher level, and Ayu moved forward step by step without any waves.

As one of the only four first-year students, Ayu has been walking alone, watching the three of Knotweed, Fuhei and Wild Rose from the outside indifferently, frustrating and injured, and recovering.Even if he is sometimes pulled in to train together, eat, go shopping, etc., he quickly quits.

He doesn't belong here.

The manga full of youthful enthusiasm made Ayu tired and annoying.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

Perhaps seeing Ayu's absent-mindedness, Gojo, who is the class teacher, called Ayu:

"Take a break."

With a big bag in his hand, Wu Tiao, who had just returned from shopping in the mall, held a lollipop in his mouth and said with a smile: "It's also important to combine work and rest."

Ayu looked at him with cold eyes.

"Although you haven't been injured much, your body may still be under pressure unknowingly, it's best to take a break." Playing with the lollipop in his mouth flexibly, Wutiao explained vaguely, "You I haven't left here on weekends, I don't look like a high school student at all."

"I'll give you a vacation, don't stay in the college for a day or two, go out for a stroll by yourself."

"No," he took out a lollipop in his pocket and stuffed it into Ayu's mouth with five sticks, "Strawberry flavored."

Ayu held it in his mouth, expressionless and bulging half of his face.

……

Walking out of the college, Ayu raised his head to feel the breeze blowing on his face,

...is no different.

Without questioning or demanding, Ayu walked on the street with his hands in the pockets of his sweater.

He walks on the street, through the crowd, through the buildings, through layers of noise and loneliness.

Till the evening of late summer falls,

The street market became more deserted, and the dark streets stretched all the way to the end, quietly opening their arms to the unknown.

Ayu walked into their silence, and they comforted him with their silence.