Natsume's Little Mister

On the car back to Yokohama, Luanbu twisted a crystal clear blue glass bead and placed it in front of his pupils.

Sunlight passes through the glass beads and refracts onto the retina like changing neon lights.

"It's very beautiful." Turning the glass beads in a chaotic step, he turned slightly sideways to Natsume Takashi who was in a daze.

"Yeah." Natsume replied.

Looking up, he was facing Luanbu's emerald eyes. He was a little dazed, and he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It's really beautiful. Taro Zhai happens to have a limited sale of new snacks today, and it's on the way back. You have to stop by to buy some ?"

"Hey, of course." Ranbu carefully put away the glass beads, hugged Natsume's waist and acted like a baby: "But I look forward to what Natsume will do."

It looked very childish.

The slightly sweet and sour smell of orange soda lingered on his body, Natsume quietly lowered his shoulders to make him hug him more comfortably.

"Ding dong ding dong..." The phone rings, and the pure music is pure, clean, soothing and moving.

Ranbu sighed in disappointment, buried in Natsume's arms and didn't want to get up. Natsume patted his shoulder lightly before getting up and letting go, muttering:

"Ranpo-sama wants to eat matcha cake."

"it is good."

Natsume glanced at the name on the screen, raised his eyebrows slightly, got up and went to the empty space of the tram to pick it up.

The beautiful scenery of autumn outside the window is like a painting, which keeps regressing in his eyes.

"Teacher, good afternoon, why don't you call me when you have time?" Natsume lowered his head and kicked his toes, with an involuntary smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Gojo Satoru on the opposite side smiled and said: "Of course it is to take care of my lovely little disciple. Yesterday, the Insect Masters Association handed us a commission. I thought you were nearby so I found someone to send it to you. How about it? It's been a long time recently. I haven't had time to do it myself, how does it feel to stretch your muscles?"

There was a strong smile in Gojo Satoru's tone, and Natsume could even imagine the scene where the other party was lying on the railing wearing a blindfold, calling him with a smile in the wind.

"Sure enough, it was arranged by you, teacher. The small case is not a warm-up, and the muscles and bones have not been stretched at all." Natsume complained helplessly along with his words, and his attitude was very friendly.

Gojo Satoru is his class teacher at the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration School. The relationship between the two is very good. As a super-class magician, Natsume became a colleague with Gojo Satoru directly after graduation. The teacher-student relationship made the relationship between the two even closer.

"Haha, I said no problem. But if you want to stretch your muscles, you probably have a big job tonight." Wujo Wu's tone gradually became serious.

"Why, teacher, you also know?"

"Well, I got the news that this super-level curse spirit is very dangerous, you have to be careful. The opponent's strength is very strong. Although it has been sealed for many years, it has just come out and its strength has been reduced, but you still don't take it lightly."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, this time he called Natsume mainly for this matter.

The daily life of a conjurer is full of dangers, even if the strength reaches the super level, he is not invincible. If he is not careful, he will capsize in the gutter, and the capsized boat may lose his life.

Originally, Yayuan's case was handed over to him, but he needed to travel temporarily, so the association handed it over to other people. Unexpectedly, the other conjurer overturned his car and let the other party rush out of the encirclement and rush towards the sea.

After the upper-level people stopped him many times to no avail, they saw that the other party was heading straight for Yokohama, and thinking of Natsume who was sitting there, he unceremoniously handed over such a dangerous job to him.

I don't think that Natsume's defense is strong, but his attack is insufficient. How can he fight against this powerful curse spirit?

Gojo Satoru felt that they just had the idea of ​​asking Natsume to sacrifice a different space to kill the other party.

"Tsk, as expected, those maggots on the upper floor should be killed." Wutiao Wudi said this sentence countless times.

"However, after killing this group, the people who come up are still the same, and they haven't changed themselves, alas." Gojo Satoru sighed.

So why did he come to be a teacher when he was so powerful? It was because he wanted to train new people and subtly reverse the situation fundamentally.

"It's okay, and I have a hunch that this special curse spirit is coming for me, and it has a lot to do with my dream. I also want to thank the teacher for not accepting this commission." Natsume comforted.

"Eh? Are you still dreaming, and you still can't figure out the specific content?" Gojo Satoru was very concerned about Natsume who had followed him to practice at a very young age and was basically brought up by him.

"Well, I don't remember clearly, but I have some clues. I also want to thank the teacher for entrusting me with the entrustment of the Insect Master Association. I seem to have found some ideas by accident."

"That's good." Gojo Satoru nodded, changed back to the topic and continued: "Anyway, if you can't handle it, remember to call me."

"Don't be brave by yourself, and don't listen to those bastards to break your different space. I still remember that you had to rest for a year and a half before getting out of bed. If you do it again, I will go over and snatch you back .”

Gojo Satoru said something as if joking, Natsume was ashamed.

"Um, that time it was because my original different space was broken, which hurt the origin, so I won't lie down for so long now." Natsume scratched his head and defended.

"Stop, it's not a question of how long it will be, it's a question of whether you have been injured."

"Feel sorry."

"Ah, don't be so gentle, the teacher prefers to be self-willed once in a while~"

……

The tram arrived on time, Natsume Takashi led Edogawa Luanbu back to Buteisha.

On the way, I bought limited snacks.

Everyone in the Butei Club was still busy, and Kunikida Doppo was sorting out documents in front of the computer, looking very angry.

Natsume took a look and guessed that Dazai missed work again.

The social doctor and Yosano Akiko greeted them when they came back.

"Are you hurt?"

Yu Jieyin made Natsume tremble unhurriedly, and there was a shadow in his heart.

He quickly waved his hand, said with a forced smile, "Not at all, that, is the president there?"

"Oh, well, what a pity, I recently bought a new batch of restraint belts, it seems that you won't need them anymore. The president is inside, you can find them yourself." Yosano Akiko slumped back on the chair again, Bored and continued to paint nail polish, bright red like blood.

Natsume breathed a sigh of relief, and exchanged a glance with Ranpo.

"I'll go first."

"Well, be careful in everything." Ranbu reminded him as if he knew something.

President's room.

After Natsume knocked on the door and entered, he saw the president Fukuzawa Yukichi was maintaining his sword, and Lingling's cold light flicked across the blade.

"Takashi, you're back." Fukuzawa Yukichi was a disciple of Natsume Soseki, so the way of addressing Natsume Takashi was different from other people.

"Brother." Natsume frowned, showing a cute smile.

"I heard from the chief of the Kagutsu Meteor Crater that this incident is thanks to you. You have worked hard." Fukuzawa Yukichi put away the knife, waved his sleeves and sat down on his knees.

Natsume Takashi took the tea handed over by the other party, took a sip and replied, "Fortunately, it didn't take much trouble."

After chatting for a while, Natsume straightened up and said, "The reason why I came to look for senior brother this time, I think senior brother has already figured it out."

"Well, is it tonight? I'll accompany you to meet that special curse spirit for a while."

Fukuzawa Yukichi used to be the top bodyguard "Silver Wolf" in the world. It can be said that it is reasonable for him to protect Natsume, not to mention that Natsume Takashi is his teacher's nephew and his junior brother. Come all the best.

"But there's one thing I'm hesitant about." Natsume held the teacup with a distressed expression on his face.

"You said."

"Is our location really set on the roof of the Mafia building at the port? Their leader, Mori Ogai, agreed?" Natsume felt a little headache when he thought of the documents handed over to him by the association.

Who would have thought that the members of the Butei Club would grandly rent the roof of the Mafia building at the port, and it was the tallest building that belonged to the leader.

"It doesn't matter, he agreed. The location of the port Mafia is the best and most suitable. It doesn't hurt to borrow it for a while. But you remember to disguise it."

After all, they are still opposing organizations on the surface.

Fukuzawa Yukichi straightened his cuffs.

Thinking of Mori Ogai who was secretly a disciple of Natsume Soseki, he felt a little delicate.