It's a power, not a spell

The stone door was sealed, and this place became a secret room.

The dense yellow charms on the wall exude faint fluorescence, illuminating the entire space.

The young man who brought him in squatted on the ground at this moment, opened the full bottles and jars, poured out all the powder, and then mixed it with the liquid in the largest jar, turning it into a dark red viscous substance.

Throwing the sunglasses aside casually, he took out a writing brush made of unidentifiable animal hair from his pocket, dipped it in, "Just sit down where you are, and then take off your shirt."

Soon, with the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground as the center, complex incantations unfolded in a circle.

After writing the last stroke, Gojo Satoru stood up and stretched, his joints making a clicking sound.After relaxing, he lowered his head and checked again to make sure there were no mistakes, so the external surgery was completed.

"Then there is the core of the seal... Well, I didn't see it before, but Chuya, you have a pretty good figure."

It's the undressed and fleshy type.

Nakahara Chuya, who has gradually gotten used to his insensitivity: "...Should I say thank you for the compliment?"

"You're welcome!"

The amount of work involved in drawing the spell was huge and cumbersome. Even Gojo Satoru would not be distracted from talking during this period. He changed to a new pen, squatted down and fell ink on the smooth skin on the boy's back.

The body under the brush only trembled slightly at the beginning, and then straightened its back steadily, without saying a word.

The 'ink' used to write mantras contains a lot of mantra power, and Gojo Satoru does not intermittently transmit power when writing, the high concentration of mantra power penetrates into the skin, just like a steel needle piercing along a pore, absolutely It is not just a feeling that can be easily summed up by the word pain.However, even so, Nakahara Chuya's performance did not feel average.

It was as if the trembling at the beginning was only due to the cold temperature of the pen tip.

Extremely high pain tolerance...?

On the contrary, when the spell was written on the neck, Zhong Yuanzhong also made a subconscious dodge.

Hmm... After all, it is really difficult for someone who is extremely vigilant to suddenly hand over his lifeline to others.

In fact, it might be possible to postpone it a bit, and wait until Zhongyuan Zhongye gets more familiar with him before proceeding.

But it's just... I don't want to.

Gojo Satoru made the decision to start immediately.

"Relax, relax." Relying on the opponent's inability to move at will, Gojo Satoru stroked Nakahara Chuya's head like a canine animal, his eyes full of triumphant smiles, "You don't want to give up all your previous efforts and do it again, do you?"

"Tsk...then hurry up."

Obviously, he had relaxed all his defenses according to his request, but Gojo Satoru frowned, and his voice was still the usual tone: "Aren't you afraid that I will attack you suddenly?"

After all, the first time we met, I said that I wanted to kill him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked back: "Will you?"

The raised pen tip did not fall down for a long time, Gojo Satoru smiled lightly, "That's not necessarily..."

"Ah..." Zhong Yuanzhong also made a voice of unknown meaning.

Gojo Satoru continued to write, but the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

The more powerful an existence is, the more vigilant it is. This kind of person will never let others touch his lifeblood easily, even brothers and sisters are no exception, let alone the first time they meet, they aim to kill each other. A frame of people.

Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to have an indifferent attitude from the very beginning, and was easily deceived by him into the High School of Conjuration without knowing anything. s future.After that, he followed him to the ground without knowing the purpose.

Ignoring all possible potential dangers, and now because of his mere words, he exposed his fatal weakness.

But this is by no means because Zhongyuan Zhong also trusts himself unconditionally.

It's just...he doesn't reject living, nor is he afraid of dying, it just doesn't matter.

Without a goal, lost its direction, like a wild beast lost with its group, walking blankly on the boundless wilderness.

And this point, I don't seem to have a clear understanding.

The last stroke fell on his forehead, Wujo Wu narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyes, and lightly tapped the place where the collar was originally with his fingertips without a pen, and the skin between his fingers could clearly feel the shape of the young man's delicate Adam's apple.

"I leave the curse eye in this position, how about it?"

He originally planned to keep it on his wrist, but changed his mind temporarily at this moment.

"Oh." Zhong Yuanzhong agreed indifferently, and then asked, "What is the curse eye?"

"Cursed eyes..."

"As I said before, this seal doesn't work for a long time, so in order to prolong its use, regular 'maintenance' is required. The curse eye is where the 'maintenance' work is carried out."

"Huh?! Then why don't you choose a more convenient location? Put it on your wrist!"

"That's right." Gojo Gojo squinted his eyes and smiled, "But it seems a bit late."

"Hey... um!"

The sudden increase in the output of the spell activated the complicated sealing array, and the incomprehensible spell creature twisted and crawled onto the body of Nakahara Nakaya who was sitting in the center, and finally sank into the position where Wujo Satoshi's fingertips were touching, and soon Around the middle of the boy's neck, a circle of black characters was formed.

In a short period of time, it was much more difficult than before. When it was over, Nakahara Chuya's broken hair on his forehead was completely wet, and Wujo Satoru, who was squatting in front of him, didn't look well.

"Ah, I'm exhausted." The young man relaxed his body and sat down on the ground.

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his eyes and felt a sudden extra 'valve' in the room, and then...

Just like paper, you can tear it at will. —— made such an evaluation.

"Achievable to this extent is the current limit. Although it is not very strong, it can effectively prevent the leakage of power...if Zhong Ye can control the strength and not destroy it."

"Well, this can be regarded as a kind of exercise for learning to control power. You have to work hard."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded seriously: "I understand, thank you."

"'Maintenance' after that?"

"Ah, that kind of thing should be done about once a month. Don't worry, it won't be as troublesome as this time. It can be done with only this material." He pointed to the largest white pottery. Can.

The brows were slightly raised, and Zhong Yuanzhong also smelled a familiar smell from inside: "... blood?"

"Hey, it's very sharp... That's right, but it's not ordinary blood." Gojo Satoru said, "This is a friendly contribution from the most powerful magician in Japan, and it contains super powerful magic power! ——Quick Ask me who I am."

"……Who?"

He smiled and pulled off the cuff of his left hand, revealing the unhealed wound on his wrist, and then said.

"I."

The young man opened his mouth, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Do you think the teacher is great? Yes, I am a goodguy who cares about the students!"

Although I was moved in my heart, I really didn't want to see the guy in front of me become more proud, Nakahara Chuya: ...

……

……

"Ah... by the way, since it's almost the end of the semester, let's study with the next incoming freshman."

Freshman admission is in April.

"Isn't that still two full months!?"

"right!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at him, "If there is anything else you haven't explained clearly, finish it now!"

This person can always refresh his perception of unreliability time and time again.

"It's the last, really."

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"However, although there is no way to go to class for the time being, the teacher has prepared special training items. In short, he will never let you idle."

"Ha... what is it?"

Blinking his left eye mysteriously, Gojo Satoru: "You will know tomorrow, remember to rest well tonight."