It's a power, not a spell

"Why did you specifically entrust Kurokawa? You want to ask this, right?"

Outside the barbecue restaurant, the man who got the target item met with his subordinates who were waiting outside, and easily saw through the doubts written on the other party's face.

"...Yes." It took a lot of effort to get in touch with Heichuan, who lived in no fixed place, no matter what he thought, he felt that this was a loss-making business.He has also heard the name of Chuya Zhongyuan, and his strength is indeed very strong, but the purpose is not to kill him. He has countless ways to get blood alone.But adults must have their own considerations.

He bowed his head respectfully, waiting for the man to answer.

The man smiled, and the wind blew away the hair on his forehead, revealing the hidden stitches underneath.He replied, "Kurokawa's technique is special. What I want to achieve, only he can do it."

However, no matter how special the technique is, if it cannot be controlled by oneself, it is better not to exist.

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Tokyo, Conjuration High School, student dormitory.

"Wrist, what's going on?"

The white-haired young man lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covering his pale pupils.Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but he could clearly feel the pain where his wrist was held. One can imagine how much force the other party used.

The slightly cool fingertips stroked the wound that had mostly healed, which made him inexplicably uncomfortable, and at the same time, he was surprised at Gojo Satoru's strange reaction.

"It was just an accident." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't want to explain too much, let alone it was only a minor injury, so there was no need to care about it.However, he still subconsciously recalled what happened in the hospital the day before yesterday. Because of fear, Shi Dou reacted like a drowning person hugging driftwood. He was not surprised, but he was caught as if he hadn’t reacted at all , the guy's speed at that time——

Thinking of this, his brain suddenly paused as if the connection was interrupted, "...Hey, do you want any more presents?"

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru raised his face and showed him a bright smile that was not unusual, with stars in his eyes, as if seeing a child who likes toys.The young man took the paper bag in his hand, and let go of Nakahara Nakaya's wrist, "What's inside? Now, can I take it apart and have a look now?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his face away, avoiding his overly blunt gaze, "It's up to you, but I choose things randomly, it's best not to expect too much."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, "It's okay, I like all the ones Chuya gave you. But I'll go back and dismantle them, and I want to appreciate the anticipation."

"...Oh." The young man took a few steps forward and sat on the chair in front of the table, opened the book in front of him, his eyes were serious as if he was studying the problem of the century, but the heat on his face made him unable to think for a while , "Let's go if you have nothing to do, Yidizhi is already waiting for you."

This guy...why can he say such things so easily!Isn't he ashamed?

Gojo Satoru stood behind him, said 'hmm', and left quickly.

The moment he walked out of the dormitory door, the bright smile on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The hand that once held the young man's wrist was raised in front of him, the delicate touch of the skin was still vaguely remnant, Gojo Satoru subconsciously folded his fingers as if trying to keep something, and the emotion that he had temporarily suppressed came back again.

The wound in the shape of a tooth for several months, because of the boy's good self-healing ability, there are only a few shallow marks left, which are not very obvious.When Zhong Yuanzhong also handed over the paper bag containing the gift, the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing only a little bit, but he noticed it immediately.

The first thought was... pretty obtrusive.

Before he realized anything, he had already grabbed the opponent's wrist.

This is a bit strange.Gojo Satoru frowned, thinking while walking, and finally found the reason when he walked out of the high school.

Although Zhongyuan Zhong was also on a mission, except for the time he encountered the cursed master, he was never injured.But this is not the second time he has seen Nakahara Nakaya with wounds on his body. Even when he practiced with Nakahara Nakaya last time, what he left on the young man was many times more serious than this, but only now , he inexplicably felt an eyesore and was very upset.

So this feeling... probably came from seeing the child he raised was being bullied outside.Although he didn't regard Nakahara Chuya as the kind of child who needed to be taken care of, but no matter what, he still used his identity as a teacher.

After thinking it over, Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth - he could do whatever he wanted to that child, but he must not be bullied by anyone other than himself.

Better not let him know who that guy is.

And when he asked just now, the child was still full of indifference, and he didn't even want to tell him the reason.

He cares about him!

very angry!Very upset!

The more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more he couldn't bear it. He lowered his raised hand and turned his head to go back to Nakahara Chuya. The rough touch woke him just in time.The paper bag was brought to his eyes and shook twice, the sound of the gift shaking inside slightly calmed his inner anger.

Forget it, for the sake of presents.

Therefore, Yidizhi waited for Gojo Satoru before the appointed time.This made him glance at the sun above his head... he must be angry from the east, right?

"Yidichi, have you ever raised a child?"

"...?" Yi Dizhi was at a loss, although he didn't know what the other party was doing, he still replied, "Mr. Wutiao, I don't even have a girlfriend."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to hear it, and continued to ask: "If the child you raise doesn't want to tell you about his experiences outside, what should you do?"

"Generally, even children have their own secrets, and parents don't need to know all of them... So, Mr. Gojo, I have never raised children." Don't ask him who has never been in a relationship with such questions!He is just an auxiliary supervisor, not a family relationship mediator.

Gojo Satoru was thoughtful, "Is that so?"

But he is a teacher, not a parent. For the sake of the healthy development of the students, it is normal to want to know everything.

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Gojo Satoru was still on a business trip on his birthday, and Zhong Yuanzhong also anticipated this situation and gave gifts in advance.And not long after Zenyuan Maki's birthday, all the first-year students happened to be in school.

So that night, they had a party together.

"So... why is it in my dormitory?"

"Because everyone likes Teacher Zhongye very much!" The panda made a heart shape with its paws.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

So what is the causal relationship between the two?

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth and gave up, "It's okay to hold the party here, but after the end, except for today's protagonist, you all have to leave aftermath."

"Got it, Chuya-sensei."

"Salmon."

"Ok."

The panda moved the table board, came to the center of the dormitory and lay down on the spot, with a pentagonal wooden board on its back, and a tablecloth on top.

"Clang! Panda Brand Kotatsu!"

The other four: ...

Although the shape is a bit strange, but after the personal experience of the four present, it is really warm.

Four people sat around the four sides of the panda kotatsu, and the table was filled with food and drinks brought from outside. Everyone had no habit of eating and sleeping without talking, while chatting about what happened in their recent missions. Things, while the food was quickly mopped up.

In the beginning, other people were talking most of the time, and Nakahara listened quietly, and only spoke up when he mentioned himself. Gradually, it may be that the joyful atmosphere in the small space is too contagious. Or the low-alcoholic drinks that Panda bought were high in alcohol content, and the corners of his mouth did not fall, and he talked with others about the interesting things he encountered this year.

The next step is the cake, because none of the four people have a sweet tooth, so the size of the cake is small, but the delicate appearance shows that the degree of care is not low.

In the middle, cream is even used to make the shape of the magic tool that Zenyuan Maki often uses, which is the spear.The pink cream at the end is a little lumpy.

The panda who came up with the idea laughed, and the cake on the table shook slightly with his laughter, "How about it! Isn't my idea super~~genius! It was made by Yuta himself, and it took many failures to take shape. of."

Zenin Maki: ...

"Kind of stupid, if I'm being honest."

The panda froze: "...Huh?"

"Thanks, though. I kind of like it."

"Really, don't scare me."

After the customary wish-making session, the cake was divided into five parts. Even the panda, who does not eat human food, put a piece of smooth-cut cake in front of him. He poked it with his fingernail, dipped it in a little milky white cream, and sniffed it. , and put it in your mouth.

Mmm... sweet.

And the four people on the table tried their best (except Zhongyuan Zhongye) and started a fierce cream war.

As the strongest of the four, Zhongyuan Zhongye was unanimously besieged by the other three. Even though there was a gap between strength and experience, but after all, the space was small and there was limited room for dodging. In addition, he didn't take it too seriously. The other three cooperated very well, so they were attacked to varying degrees on their faces and shirts.

Of course, the three besiegers were not much better, or even worse.

First grade birthday party, the atmosphere is lively and happy.

And Gojo Satoru, who is the class teacher, is in another city hundreds of kilometers away, with the snowflakes falling on his head, contributing to the peace of the human world alone.

A few days later, Gojo Satoru, who had finished his business trip, learned that they held a birthday party, which was very unbalanced.

"—Obviously I celebrated my birthday first, why is there no party. There is no cake! Am I not everyone's favorite teacher?!"

The 1.9-meter young man huddled into a pitiful ball, looked up at his students eagerly, even through the blindfold, "Hey, teacher also wants everyone to have a party together, and also wants to play cake war qaq"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"You didn't work on Christmas day, did you?"

Gojo Goto replied in seconds: "No!" Even if there is, there is no!

"If you don't have any tasks at that time, why don't you join us?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at the other students. They didn't have any objections, so he looked at Gojo Satoru with a smile on his face again, "It's okay to have a party, but there is one condition."

"What is it?"

"During the cake war, no lower-limit spells are allowed."

Hearing this, the other first-year students immediately understood, and showed subtle smiles at the same time.