Natsume's Little Mister

A light blue rectangular aperture formed under the monster's feet, and it lifted up in the blink of an eye to envelop it.

"Roar—" Madara's eyes clashed with clarity and madness.

It's just that the clearness is too weak, like a candle in the wind, when the strong wind comes, it is blown out after all.

Madness prevailed, his scarlet eyes were like black holes, and he chose to devour people. He twisted his huge body and used all his strength to hit the space wall crumbling.

The scarlet demonic power was attached to his body and claws, and the sharp claws were sunk deep in the space wall, almost plowing a gap in the space wall, Natsume's pupils shrank in shock.

Sure enough, the stronger the monster is, the harder it is to control it. Mr. Cat, a big monster who doesn't know how old he is, is too difficult to deal with, Natsume thought to himself.

He had to use more energy to restrain the opponent, and his fingers trembled slightly from the forceful confrontation with Madara.

"We must make a quick decision. I can only last for 1 minute at most." Natsume roughly estimated the gap between the two sides.

"Lord Natsume, we will help you." Seeing that Natsume was having a hard time coping, the monsters took action one after another, and once again set up a defensive barrier outside the space wall.

Natsume silently nodded his thanks, took a breath, and noticed that most of the energy in his body had been consumed, and the most important second technique had not yet been performed.

"No matter what, I must save the teacher!" Natsume tensed up all over.

Countless warm images flashed in my mind, the teacher who is naive after drunk, the teacher who is not arrogant, the teacher who likes to eat sweet yokan, and the teacher who always shows up to save him at the first time when he is in danger... …

"At worst, smash a different space to provide energy!" He gritted his teeth and decided to force it.

Press the wrist down to input more energy into the isolated space, temporarily suppressing the spots inside, and then turn the wrist, and the slightly trembling hand quickly constructs the second operation - flower drop.

Flower drop is a rare purification spell among conjurers. When expelling curses, it will not hurt the monster itself.

As soon as the spell was issued, the energy in Natsume's body quickly disappeared like a whale sucking a fish.

The energy that was originally filling his whole body was pumped until there was only a shallow bottom left, and a sense of loss of strength hit him instantly, his calf softened, and he staggered forward and fell forward.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was on the side, had been paying attention to Natsume from the corner of his eye. When he was shaking, he supported him. Then he felt Natsume's weight in the crook of his arm, which was thinner than other people of the same age, and he couldn't help frowning.

Not having time to pay attention to the abnormality of the president, Natsume stood still with the strength of the president, and kept his eyes on the situation in the sky.

The energy that had just passed away quickly, the huge pressure in his heart, and the fragile physique that held him back all occupied Natsume's body and mind at the same time, so that he didn't tense up for a while. Now he stabilized his body and stood still again. His thin back was like a green pine, unwavering , upright and convincing.

Only the sweat on his forehead revealed his discomfort, and the thin sweat drenched the curtain in front of his face, and covered his eyes slightly.

As Natsume watched, the sky——

A dreamlike six-petal white mist flower slowly formed from above the space, falling from the top of Madara's head, and the soft petals passed through the scarlet demon power and landed on his scarred and mottled body.

A large number of curses dodged and twisted out of the wound, and black smoke floated in the air, making the huge monster even more terrifying.

Casting out a curse hurts, much worse than adding salt to a wound.

The huge monster rolled in pain in the space, and the curse climbed on every nerve ending of him, eroding his soul.

Madara itself is very powerful, and has been completely undefended in the seal for many years by the curse. The curse on his body has long been ingrained and it is difficult to get rid of it. It is a miracle to be able to maintain a trace of clarity.

If other conjurers come, it will only wipe out the matter, but Madara met Natsume, and for Natsume, he was willing to risk the price of putting himself in danger to purify the curse on him.

It's just that Madara is too strong, Natsume pursed her lips nervously.

Usually, half a minute of the flower he formed with half of his own energy is enough to exorcise a super curse spirit, but it is far from enough to put it on Madara.

There is less and less energy in the body.

The speed of the flower falling is also getting slower and slower, and the petals seem a little more illusory.

Natsume tensed up, squeezing every ounce of energy in his body until it was exhausted.

Losing the nourishment of energy, the muscles and bones seem to climb up one after another, gnawing at the flesh and bones with their sharp teeth.

The sweat on Natsume's forehead grew more and more, dripping down his temples, along his cheeks, and from his chin.

His strengths are not attack and extermination, his strengths are the ultimate defensive ability and unsolvable space exile.

But the two abilities he is best at cannot be used on Madara.

If Madara is trapped inside, it will only make him madly attack different dimensions.And the endurance of the different space is limited, after breaking through that limit, either Natsume will give up trapping him, release him, and let Madara slaughter in the city, or let Madara and the different space perish together.

Natsume wanted neither of these outcomes.

He stood on the edge of the roof, his hands tightly clutching the cold fence, his tall and straight back gradually bowed due to energy consumption, and blue blood vessels protruded from his wide sleeves.

Time passed by, and Natsume estimated that the energy in his body really couldn't support the operation.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and planned to extract the energy of the third different space.

If you are lucky and the energy is not completely used up at the end, then this space will still exist, but it is not so perfect.

Outside the world, the budding fourth different space flickered slightly, and dots of light fell from above.

This is the first time that Natsume has used the energy of a different dimension to assist a spell.

As soon as the pure warm energy touched Natsume's body, it quickly turned into a warm current, smoothing his dry body.

This is Natsume's first contact with the energy that constructs a different dimension.

It was also the first time that Natsume really understood the nature of these energies.

It was different from what he had imagined.

Their essence is actually faith!

Those beliefs and loves born from liking the books he wrote, and loving him as a person.

These beliefs turned into the purest energy, pushing him to grow, making him stronger and stronger, and making the impossible possible.

"It turns out that writing is the foundation of his ability."

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The author has something to say:

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Everyone's love for Natsume constitutes the driving force behind the birth of this article. I was amwayed by many people and gradually fell in love with Natsume and all kinds of Two-dimensional people. Therefore, faith and love are really a beautiful thing Something that can turn the impossible into a possibility, and allow a player who hits the street to choose to produce food.

I would like to share this document with everyone who loves Natsume and Two-dimensional.

The writing is limited, the ability is limited, and the writing is not good. Please forgive me.Bow early.

ps: ooc belongs to me, male god belongs to everyone, all mistakes are the author's fault, you can scold me, don't scold the characters in it~