Bald cape conjurer

The day after taking Tuo Gen home.

In the morning, Saitama still changed into a hero costume and came to the street.

In November, the season is already late autumn.The trees along the street had lost all their leaves, leaving only bare brown branches pointing to the sky.The cold wind shuttled between the branches, making a slight whistling sound.

Dry leaves that had fallen at night accumulated on the side of the road.When passing by, Saitama raised his foot and stepped on the leaves on the ground with a "slapping" sound.

"It's so strange," he said to himself, "not a single gangster came out today."

"but……"

Saitama turned his head and stared at the street corner: "I always feel as if someone is staring at me..."

I saw that this street was deserted, there were only three or two pedestrians on the road, and the corner of the street was even more empty, only the leaves on the ground were blown up by the wind and went all the way away.

Saitama turned around: "Probably an illusion."

Glancing at the ramen shop beside him from the corner of the eye, Saitama took out his small wallet and counted the money in it.

"Let's eat ramen here at noon." He made a decision.

……

When Saitama was counting the money in the small wallet, several figures were about to move around the corner of the street.

Some of them are wearing ninja costumes, some are wearing black robes, some are wearing kimonos... and all of them have gauze wrapped around their faces.

This group of people is the assassination team specially owned by the high-level.

"What the hell is going on with this bald man?"

With gauze wrapped around his face and a ninja mask on the outside, "Assassination Purple" couldn't speak clearly: "At that time, I should have hit him, but then I suddenly lost consciousness. When I arrived, I found myself lying in a big pit with a big bump on my face..."

"Me too, when I attacked him, I suddenly fainted, as if I hit my head..."

"I don't remember anything..."

"I also……"

"Could it be that bald man did it?"

"Impossible. That bald man has no magic power. There must be a master lurking beside him!"

After a few people whispered, "Assassination Purple" suddenly caught a glimpse of Saitama entering the ramen shop.

"He has gone to the store, and there is no way to monitor him outside." He looked around, and his eyes fell on a coffee shop opposite the ramen shop. "It's a good monitoring position over there."

Several members of the assassination team quickly moved from the end of the street to the coffee shop while being alert to the movement around them.

The coffee shop is across the street from the ramen shop, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, you can just see the situation in the ramen shop opposite.The eyes of the assassination team roamed around the coffee shop skillfully, and soon found the best monitoring position.

It was a table by the wall.Sitting there watching the ramen shop opposite, you can just see the movements of Saitama sitting at the bar of the ramen shop.Moreover, there are green plants around the table, so it is not easy to be found.

The only fly in the ointment was that the table was already taken—a man in a black hooded trench coat and a face mask, and two high school-age girls.There is a cup of coffee in front of the man, while the two girls are each eating a cup of fruit parfait.

The assassination team went straight to the table.The leader "Assassination Purple" knocked on the table aggressively: "Get out of the way. We will use this table."

The man in the black windbreaker looked up at them, but did not speak.Instead, the two female high school students who were eating parfaits showed displeasure: "Why do you want us to leave? Obviously we sat here first. Can't you find other seats?"

"No, it's not here!" The assassination team threatened, "We have something urgent to do, if we don't leave quickly, you two little girls will die!"

……

30 seconds later.

A corner of the coffee shop is covered by a pitch-black "tent", and there is no abnormality from the outside to the inside.

Inside the tent, a huge snake-shaped curse strangled several members of the assassination team who were still aggressive.Their faces were flushed from lack of oxygen, their ribs felt severe pain, and their internal organs were about to vomit out of their throats.

At this moment, the assassination team felt regretful.

——I didn’t expect this man in a black windbreaker wearing a mask and saying nothing to have such strength.

He must be the master lurking beside Saitama, and his level is at least special!But they took the initiative to provoke him...

"Yes, sorry..."

Everyone else had passed out, and the only "Assassination Purple" who still had a little consciousness begged for mercy in tears, "Please let us go...we will never trouble Saitama and the others again..."

Hearing Saitama's name, the man in the windbreaker hood frowned slightly.

Seeing this, "Assassin's Purple" hurriedly continued to plead: "And we have been following Saitama recently, and we haven't had time to do anything to Noctumoth Zhengdou, Knotweed Yuren, and the others. Can you show your respect for this..."

"is it?"

The man did not give a clear answer.And in the next second, the curse of the long snake twisted tightly.

When dying, "Assassination Purple" stared at the man with protruding eyes, and suddenly realized his identity: "You, you are..."

Before "Assassination Purple" finished speaking, a few drops of blood spattered on the man's face.For a moment, all members of the assassination team were completely silent.

There was a rustling sound.After swallowing all the corpses of the assassination team, the long snake curse spirit quickly got into the palm of the man in the windbreaker and disappeared.

The bony fingers hooked the mask with blood on his face, and then gently pulled it off.What was exposed under the mask was the face of Xia Youjie who was revived after the Shibuya incident.

Xia Youjie put the mask aside, picked up the napkin on the table, and wiped off the few drops of blood on his fingers expressionlessly.

"Lord Xia You, are those guys here to hunt us down?" After the identity of the conjurer of the assassination team was revealed, one of the two female high school students—Mimiko asked uneasily, "Should we leave quickly? "

Xia Youjie shook his head: "It's okay, they didn't come after us, they just happened to meet us. Keep eating, it doesn't matter."

"Yes--"

Nanako and Mimiko breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to happily eat the parfait in front of them.

Seeing that the adoptive daughters were relieved, Xia Youjie turned his eyes to the French windows.

Across the street, he saw Saitama eating noodles at the bar of the opposite ramen shop.The back of the flesh-colored bald head was facing the store door, which was quite eye-catching.

Sure enough, after hearing what the assassination team said, he guessed that Saitama must be right here.

...After the Shibuya incident, the words that Saitama revealed in front of everyone, as well as the fact that he was exiled from the magic world, also reached Xia Youjie's ears.

Xia Youjie naturally knew why Saitama did this.

In addition, after he was resurrected, he still retained the memory of when Yansuo controlled his body.So he remembered the Assassin Squad, and recognized them as lackeys of the upper echelons of the magic world.

Soon, Xia Youjie withdrew his gaze from staring at Saitama, lowered his eyelashes, picked up the small condensed milk pot next to the coffee cup, tilted his wrist slightly, and poured the condensed milk into the coffee.

The condensed milk formed a thin white line between the spout and the coffee cup.Looking at this thin thread, he couldn't help but think of his reconnected thread of life.

——Whether I agree or not, Xia Youjie's lifeline that should have been completely broken was forcibly connected by Nanako, Mimiko, and his former companions.

He had completely lost the will to continue living, but because of the existence of Nanako and Mimiko, he had a reason to continue living.

And, on that night, he also received an important curse.

The super-class mantra and his spell "Inaction Transformation".

...Xia Youjie believed that there must be a reason for fate to keep him alive and to bring him to this point.

And now, he already knows what to do next.

Xia Youjie was quietly staring at his coffee, when Mimiko's soft voice suddenly came from his ear: "Master Xia You, don't you drink coffee?"

Before Xia Youjie could speak, Nanako immediately spoke quickly: "If you want me to say, this kind of coffee is too common and has long been outdated. The most popular thing now is pearl milk tea!"

"Speaking of which, since Lord Xia You no longer intends to continue the great business of the past, then we might as well use the remaining funds to open a pearl milk tea shop!" She suggested.

Xia Youjie smiled: "Okay."

"Ah, that's right!" Seeing Saitama in the ramen shop opposite, Nanako seemed to suddenly think of something, "We seem to have one more thing we promised to do."

……

"Ah, I'm full, I'm full. Thank you for the hospitality."

Saitama put down the empty ramen bowl, turned around and walked out of the shop.At this moment, a clerk hurried over and stopped him.

"Hello, someone came into the store just now and asked me to give this to you."

The clerk held a letter in the hand that was stretched out towards Saitama.The sender was not indicated on the surface of the envelope, only a few words were written: "Received by Saitama and Yoshino Junpei".

Seeing another anonymous letter, Saitama suddenly felt a little headache.

"No way, you still chase me to deliver the letter..." He muttered, reluctantly took the letter from the clerk, and opened it without any expectation.

After reading the contents of the letter, Saitama couldn't help being taken aback: "Huh?"

I saw that the content of the letter was not the curse words that Saitama thought, but the girl's delicate handwriting, which neatly wrote "the location of the two-faced Nuo finger", followed by a location.

There are still a few small words below: "Thank you."

"... thanked."

Saitama glanced at the door unexpectedly.But at the moment the streets are empty.He retracted his head again and asked the clerk, "Who told you to give this to me?"

"They didn't say their names, but it was a man wearing a mask and two high school girls." The clerk answered truthfully.

"It's someone I don't know..." Saitama scratched his bald head, "Well, anyway, let's take this thing back first."

Tokyo, at the high-level meeting of the Conjuration Association.

The five doors are still arranged in a circle and stand opposite each other.In the darkness, there was only a bunch of pale light in the center where the five door panels gathered.

A gloomy and old voice sounded from behind a certain door: "Is there still no news from the assassination team?"

"Yes," said the person behind another door, "the assassination team has been completely out of contact since a few days ago. In addition, according to the investigation, whether it is Saitama, Su Nuo Container, or the principal of Tokyo High School Noctua Righteous way, they are all safe and sound.”

"...Isn't it that the results have not been handed in at all? What happened to those guys! Have they been killed?"

"Do you want to assign more people to deal with the Su Nuo container?"

"No, there are more pressing problems than that."

In the white light, one document after another was projected, as well as signed petitions with dense handwriting.

"Members of the self-proclaimed 'Alliance of Victim Conjurers' who gathered at the entrance of the Tokyo High School to protest have collected a thousand signatures during this period, demanding that we face up to their demands and improve the treatment of conjurers."

"Perhaps because of the impact of the Shibuya incident, a large number of conjurers and assistant supervisors have joined this organization. In just one week, the members of the Victim Conjurer Alliance have rapidly expanded from 30 to more than 100 now. , and the number of members is still growing rapidly. There are even first-level and second-level conjurers among them."

"100 people? Are you kidding me?" A high-level person was shocked, "Just at this great time when Gojo Satoru has been sealed, new troubles have come!"

"Has it developed to this extent? Then there is no way to ignore them."

"Where's the Yusan family?"

"Even if it is the Yusanjia, there is no way to suppress the organization formed by hundreds of magicians, right? And even the Yusanjia is on the protest list of the victimized magician alliance. It is said that among the members of the victimized magician alliance, there have already appeared There are quite a few young people from the Gosan family. There are Zenyuan and Kamo families, especially women. Kenji Kamo of the Kamo family, Zenyuan Maki and Zenyuan Zhenyi from the Zenyuan family have all joined the alliance."

"What? They don't know that doing so means breaking away from the family, right? It's crazy..."

"Now if we attack Noctua Moth and they are discovered, the Union of Conjurers may cause even more troublesome things..."

"I have no choice but to suspend other things first and try to deal with the victimized Conjurer Alliance."

……

And just when the high-level conjurers were overwhelmed by the existence of the Union of Conjurers and had no time to take care of themselves, a passenger plane from Lagos Airport in Nigeria landed at Haneda Airport in Tokyo.

Passengers from Africa poured into the airport.And a black-haired boy in white clothes and black pants, carrying a spell bag, and a dark-skinned middle-aged man wearing a beret, sunglasses, and big hoop earrings are carefully hiding themselves in the crowd.

——That is Yuta Oto, a second-year student of the Tokyo High School who has been carrying out secret missions overseas, and a special-class conjurer, as well as the former Xia Youjie's subordinate, but currently belongs to the Gojo School for various reasons. Miguel, a descendant of conjurers.

After receiving the news that Gojo Satoru was sealed in the Shibuya incident in Tokyo, the two had to temporarily suspend their overseas work and find a suitable time to return to Japan.

However, when the two return to China at this delicate time of change, they will definitely attract the attention of high-level officials.They knew that the higher-ups had domesticated an assassination team specializing in dirty work, and the number of lives in their hands was at least double digits.Not surprisingly, they will become the surveillance targets of the assassination squad.

Therefore, since getting off the plane, Yota Oto and Miguel have been in a state of concentrated alert, trying their best to hide their whereabouts.

The two left the airport vigilantly all the way, first chose the tram, then left the station halfway, and changed to a taxi.Afterwards, they deliberately got off the car at a place far away from Wutiao's house, made several turns and detours, and went to Wutiao's house after a long detour.

Soon, the garden of the Gojo House was in sight.

"..."

The silence lasted a long time.

Finally, Yi Gu Youtai couldn't help talking to himself: "There is no one following us along the way."

Miguel: "..."

With doubts, the two came all the way to the gate of the courtyard.Yi Gu Youtai rang the doorbell with his own hands.

After a while, the door finally opened.Yi Gu Youtai just wanted to speak, but he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the person coming.

I saw a bald head protruding from the door, with two eyebrows raised and one lowered, with a rather puzzled expression.The head was shining brightly in the sun, as if it had been polished with shoe polish.

"Ah," the bald head glanced at Yota Oto and Miguel with dull eyes, "If it's selling newspapers, there's no need here."

"Huh?" Yi Guyou was too surprised, "We are not selling newspapers, that..."

The moment he saw the bald head, Otoko Yuta's heart flooded with uncontrollable thoughts.

Why did a funny bald head emerge from the house of the Wujo family?How did this bald head get in here?How is Mr. Wujo now?

...and himself and Miguel look like newspaper salesmen?

"Isn't it selling newspapers?" Hearing what Yigu Youta said, the bald head was stunned, "If it's selling milk, there's no need here."

"No, we're not salesmen, we're here to find someone." Bone Yuta asked, "We're looking for Gojo Satoru. Is he there?"

"Oh, look for him."

The bald head showed a look of sudden realization.Then he opened the door a little wider, and the body below the head was also revealed in front of Yota Oto and Miguel.

——I saw that the bald head was wearing a very funny yellow one-piece suit, and there was a white cape with a bad-looking fabric hanging on his shoulders. The whole person looked like an inferior version of a superhero.However, compared with the appearance of other superheroes, the appearance of the bald head makes people feel very suspicious.

Then, Yota Oto and Miguel watched the bald head take out a cube the size of a Rubik's Cube from the pocket of his tights.

"Then tell Gojo Gou yourself." The bald head said.

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly came out of the cube: "Oh, it's Youtai!"

Yi Guyou was too surprised: "Teacher Wutiao!?"