It's a power, not a spell

Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Vocational School of Magic.

Although it is built in the suburbs of Tokyo, it is no different from the deep mountains.

On the second day from that night, on Sunday, Nakahara Chuya came to the place mentioned by Wujo Wu after two consecutive nights of sleep.

That's right here.

The ochre-haired boy rubbed his forehead wearily, and his eyes were already black and blue, which was the imprint left by not sleeping for two days.

Looking up at the quaint gate of the school, he continued to walk in.

The moment he entered the school gate, Zhong Yuan was startled.

"Have you felt it yet?"

The white-haired youth jumped to the ground with a 'hey', "There is an enchantment set up by Master Tianyuan here, and curses cannot enter."

The curse that has been coveting Chuya in the Central Plains like a shadow was blocked outside the barrier, which made him a little easier.

"However, you look really embarrassed..."

"..." Even though the opponent's eyes were wrapped with bandages, Zhong Yuanzhong could guess that those eyes must be bent into the shape of crescent moons.

"Haha, just kidding, I'm surprised that Zhongye can last until now."

Nakahara Chuya: ... Huh.

He overestimated this underage body.In the past in Hong Kong | Black, it was common for me to stay up all week when I was busy, but now my body has almost no experience of staying up late, and it is normal to be unable to hold on.

That being said...

I always feel very uncomfortable being underestimated by this guy.

"Okay, that's the end of the chat, I'll take you in." Wujo Satoru stopped in time.

The young man turned around and walked straight into the school. Hearing the reluctant footsteps behind him and the young man's annoyed tsk, a smile appeared in his bandage-covered eyes.

He didn't mean to be funny, but it was just too much fun.

"Hey……"

"Ok?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said awkwardly: "What are the two methods you mentioned?"

Gojo Satoru said on the phone yesterday, "It's actually very simple to solve this problem. I have two ways."

"what?"

"You come to this place, I will tell you."

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist and tapped his palm, "Oh, this matter!"

"Huh? Are you kidding me with your tone of 'so there is such a thing'?!"

Ah, it blew up again.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Of course not, alright, alright, I'll tell you."

"The first method." He held up a finger, "Just like now, staying in the enchantment will prevent curses from approaching."

"Then there is the second one, learn to control that power, and completely restrain it."

Zhong Yuan's eyebrows twitched, "...You guys are full of nonsense."

"I'm wronged, what I'm talking about is the only feasible way." Gojo Satoru spread his hands.

The red-haired boy stared at him for a while, and when he looked away, he said something endless: "Your bandage...it's more pleasing to the eye to take it off."

Thanks to someone, even if his anger is only three points when he sees this kind of thing, it will become thirty points in the end.

"Eh?"

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's question, Nakahara Chuya: "Explain what you said 'feasible'."

"Well...the first one doesn't need to be explained, right?" Gojo Satoru curled his lips unhappily, then curled up the corners of his lips, bent over to hook Nakahara Chuya's shoulders, and in the end the boy was extremely threatening In his cold eyes, he gave up.

"...As for the second method, the method of controlling power can be learned."

"You don't mean to..."

"That's right, it's exactly what you think!" The young man snapped his fingers cheerfully, his white hair swaying gently in the sun with his movements, showing a fluffy texture, "Come here to go to school, Chinese also!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

……

"To see the principal?"

"Well, if you fail the assessment, you may be refused admission."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"It's a pity that you were able to say something like 'come here to study!' with a proud look just now."

Obviously the right to decide is not the other party's own.

Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up without blushing at all, "It's all because I have full confidence in you, Chuya!"

Follow Gojo Satoru through the bare woods, through the antique buildings, and come to a wooden door.

Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, "Here we are."

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked in first without hesitation.

"Late again, Wu, this time it's not a matter of a few minutes."

A middle-aged man with a beard sat on the innermost side of the lobby.There are many cute dolls around him, which look extraordinarily uncoordinated.

"Forgive me, I have tried my best to persuade you to come to our school, but things are a little more troublesome than I thought."

"Persuasion? You said earlier that someone wants to enroll... Forget it."

This uncle seems to have been used to Wutiao Wukeng, and he didn't even intend to get angry.Zhong Yuanzhong also silently felt more sympathy for him.

"So... Chuya Nakahara, right?"

"Yes, meeting for the first time."

(Gojo Satoru: Why is Chuuya so polite to him!)

The two silently ignored someone's voice.

The principal, Masamune Noctua, didn't see anything special about this boy who was under the special care of Gojo Satoru.

"What's your purpose here?"

"Learn how to control power." Nakahara Chuya said honestly, "I'm not a good person, and the impact of the curse on the world is out of my concern, so if you want to get a righteous answer from me, I can only say sorry."

"Hmm." Noctua nodded righteously.

"You are qualified, welcome to the high school of magic."

Unexpected result, Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked: "...Thank you?"

"Congratulations! Sure enough, I have a good eye for people." Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared.

"...Sorry, what I said before was inaccurate-there is another purpose for coming here." Nakahara Chuya pointed at Gojo Satoru who suddenly stopped because of his words, "One day, I will ruthlessly Beat him hard."

Ye Mozheng stood up with a 'shua', and said with a serious face, "I am very optimistic about you, Mr. Zhongye."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh???"

……

on Monday.

"Student Zhongye, have you really thought it through? It is not a good choice for you to give up the qualification to take the high school entrance examination and graduate now."

"Ah... because there is a necessary reason."

Akiyoshi Rina, the head teacher of Zhongya Chuya Junior High School for three years, loves this delicate, handsome, serious and obedient boy very much, and takes care of him a lot on weekdays, completely treating him like his own child.

10 minutes ago, he was still happy about the boy's excellent grades, and then he learned that the other party was going to give up the high school entrance examination, which can be called bad news.

It took a lot of effort to hold back from shouting, Akikirina squeezed out a smile:

"Teacher, can I ask... what is the reason?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong looked away unnaturally, "...Sorry, teacher."

"Think about it a little more. With Chuya's deviation value, any high school in Tokyo can choose arbitrarily, and the future achievements are absolutely limitless. No matter what difficulties you encounter now, it is the most inadvisable to give up the choice of the future. ah!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't really care about what she said, but he didn't know how to refuse that feeling of thinking about him.

"I……"

"Yo! Are you done talking?"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Gojo Satoru, wearing sunglasses, poked his head in.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?"

"Because I haven't come out after waiting for a long time, I'm fine~ bored by myself."

"...Chuya-san, is this someone you know?"

"he……"

Before he finished speaking, someone interrupted him again, Gojo Satoru who interrupted him raised a hearty smile, "That's right, I am Chuya Mirai's homeroom teacher!"

The white-haired young man tilted his body, and embraced Chuya Zhongyuan who was standing beside him.

The slender frame of the ochre-haired boy was completely embraced by the 1.9-meter adult. Although the former was upset, he didn't show it on the surface.

Akiji Rina: "...Huh?"

In view of the presence of the teacher, Zhongyuan Zhong also reluctantly suppressed his desire to hit someone: "That's it... I have decided to go to the school where this guy teaches, teacher."

"...I understand." Looking at Gojo Satoru for a moment, as if understanding something, Akikirina pursed his lower lip, "Teacher will not stop you, but..."

……

"Damn...'Boys should protect themselves outside'? What do you mean?"

Hearing the young man's incomprehensible complaints, Wujo Satoru put his four fingers against his lips and let out a 'poof' laugh.

"Hey!"

Gojo Gojo straightened his eyes, "Isn't it good to be worried, Chuya-san. Boys should be protected outside, puff...hahahaha..."

The kick was dodged, and Zhongyuan Zhong was upset.

"Your task with me is to clean up the mess for me, right? I have never agreed to enter the office without permission."

"Hmm... because I want to see what it's like in school."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru smiled without saying a word.

It's normal to have such curiosity. The file about Zhongyuan Zhong also described that it didn't seem to match the one in front of him at all.

Having seen the young man's murderous intent and imposing manner, of course he will also be curious about the so-called 'ordinary student' side of the other party.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru suddenly pursed his lips and suppressed his smile.

"Since Chuya is going to the school where I teach, so I am Chuya's teacher, right?"

He accentuated the pronunciation of 'teacher'.

"That's right—although I can't imagine that a guy like you would be a teacher."

"Then... they are all teachers, why are they treated completely differently?"

"?"

"That's it! The disgusting eyes of 'what are you talking about'! Although they are such beautiful eyes, they always look at me with a murderous look. But when facing Rina-sensei, it's all, all, no, yes! "

"Are you kidding, why do you guys know the teacher's name!?"

"Ah, because there is a sign at the door of the office...Is this the point??"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stared dead: "Oh."

"...It's not cute." Wujo Satoru muttered.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm not the cute student you hoped for."

"It's okay, as long as Chuya obediently calls 'teacher', I will accept your apology."

Hard, fist hard.

Zhongyuan finally couldn't hold back his hand, but a pure physical attack could not hit an annoying person at all, and could only make himself angrier.

"Hey, didn't you fight?"

"No need." These are all thankless things.

"Then it's my turn!"

Gojo Satoru with a refreshing smile came up behind him while the young man was not paying attention, passed his hands through the opponent's armpit, and gently lifted him up.

"It's so light, you should eat more."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

"Suddenly, bastard, what are you doing!!"

"Ah, a new title."

After 'you' and 'hey', 'bastard' is added.

"Let me go!!"

"No!" replied simply.

"Come on, let's accept the care of the future teacher well."

After suppressing the resistance, Gojo Wu put his fingers together, and the mantra power gathered surrounded them.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him turned into a college.

"asshole……"

"Well, do you think the teacher is very powerful?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave him a backhanded elbow with a cold face, to express his inner anger, and he would not hit him anyway...

"Well--"

"It hurts..."

Accidentally hit...?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little guilty about this, but more of it was the pleasure of revenge.

Looking at someone kneeling with his hands on his stomach with an exaggerated and distorted expression, the young man snorted, his penetrating cobalt blue eyes gleamed coldly in the sunlight, "If you want to pretend—"

He took a step forward, and the shadow covered the face of the white-haired young man, and the intentionally drawn-out ending sound clearly revealed the threat.

"I don't mind making you look a little more like that."

Gojo Satoru got up immediately, his eyes under the sunglasses were squinted.

"It's amazing, the pain is gone all of a sudden!"

-

Finally getting rid of a certain annoying guy, Nakahara Nakaya let out a sigh of relief when he returned to his dormitory.

He lay on his back on the bed, raised his forearm to cover his slightly bright eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly.

"...Tsk."

The experience of hiding in the darkness for more than ten years with blood and violence was finally deeply embedded in his bones and blood.

His heart is excited about this unknown area full of dangers.

Sure enough, a peaceful life was still not for him.