Bald cape conjurer

All tests are over by noon.The results were soon issued in the form of transcripts.

"Everyone remember to keep your test scores well." After sending out the report card, Gojo Satoru reminded, "Through the monthly test, you can understand the trend of your own strength."

The transcripts are packed in envelopes with everyone's name on them, which feels quite solemn.After Gojo Satoru left, Nagasaki Yamei couldn't wait to take out the three report cards in her envelope and look at them.

"77 points in the physical test, 50 points in the mantra test, 65 points in the written test..." She sighed, obviously dissatisfied, and moved to Fu Heihui's side, "Fu Hei, how are your grades?"

Hearing this, Fu Heihui took out the report card from his envelope, glanced at it, and spoke lightly.

"75 points in the physical test, 70 points in the spell test, and 96 points in the written test..." He paused, "[-] points."

"Hmm! Fuhei, you got such a high score in the written test, you must have secretly memorized it at night!" Nagasaki Wild Rose was shocked, and then turned her head to ask Kozu Yuhito, "Kojo, what about you?"

"My words are..." Yuzu Yuhito silently reached out his hand to block the report card, "You guys should stop reading it."

"It's okay, don't be so stingy. This is related to the division of labor for our field work!" Nagasaki Yarose urged, "Come on, show us!"

"...That's right."

Thinking of the need to understand the strengths and weaknesses of his companions in order to cooperate with each other when doing field work, Yuzu Yuhito moved his hand away from the report card.

"90 points in the physical test, wow, that's a very high score!" Nagasaki Wild Rose was taken aback, and then she was not too surprised, "In addition, 20 points in the mantra test...wow, so low! And then there is the written test... so-so 51 points."

"The spell test is terrible, and the written test is not very good." Knotabagi Yuhito sighed, "In the original middle school, my test scores were generally more than 70 points. But the written test of the Conjuration College will test some of me. I've never heard of it before, so..."

"Well, in this way, the results of the three of us know each other. The only thing left is..."

Following the words of Nagasaki Wild Rose, all three of them turned their attention to Saitama at the same time.

"It is already known that Saitama's physical test score is much better than that of Polygonum cuspidatum, so his physical test score must be 100 points." Fukurohui analyzed.

"For the mantra test... Gojo-sensei has already told me that Saitama scored 0 points." Knotaba Yuhito said, "There is no mana power at all, and he is cleaner than ordinary people."

"Teacher Gojo said that Saitama can be promoted to the second grade as long as his average score reaches 60. So his written test score must reach 80 points." Kizaki Yamei calculated.

When Saitama heard this, he turned his head dully, and saw a few black lines appearing under their eyes: "No, don't analyze my grades like this. It made me nervous."

Saitama picked at the seal of the envelope and opened it sweating.At this time, the other three people came together, their eyes fixed on the envelope.

The physical test report card with 100 points was taken out first, followed by the spell test report card with 0 points.

The only thing left in the envelope is the transcript of the written test.

A few beads of sweat appeared on Saitama's bald head.He carefully pinched the upper part of the written test report card and pulled it out little by little. At the same time, one of his eyes was completely closed, and a slit was slightly exposed in the other. His whole face was wrinkled together. look.

A third of the report card was pulled out, and the numbers on it gradually revealed their heads.I saw two arcs at the top of the number.Judging from the radian of the arc, the number on the right is obviously 0, but the number on the left is hard to judge.

"If the number on the left is 8 or 9, Saitama will be able to successfully advance to the second grade." Said Hirohito Kojo.

"But it's also possible that it's the first half of 6." Nagasaki Wild Rose said, "In that case, it's a little bit worse."

"...No, it can't be 6." Fu Heihui stretched out his finger and pointed at the arc of the number on the left, and analyzed, "If it is 6, according to this type of printing, the right side of the arc will not become the usual number. The lower arc."

"Oh, is that really 8 or 9!" Hirohito Kibonashi exclaimed, "It's amazing, Saitama will be promoted to the second grade just after entering school!"

Hearing this, Saitama couldn't help but relax his wrinkled facial features, opened his eyes that were originally squinted, and showed an expectant expression on his face.

He pinched the report card and pulled it up.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by the report card in Saitama's hand.The report card was reflected in everyone's pupils like a golden treasure revealed after opening the treasure chest.

I saw the huge number "20" printed on the report card.

"..."

The silence lasted for a long time, and Saitama was stunned looking at the 20-point written test report card.

After a while, Fukuroi apologized with some difficulty: "Sorry, Saitama, I didn't expect the possibility of 20 or 30..."

"No, this can't be blamed on Fuhei." Nagasaki Yarose said softly, "After all, Knotweed, who also knows nothing about the magic world, has scored more than 50 points in the test. Who would have thought that Saitama's score in the same situation would be so low. ...And Saitama also went to college before..."

"That..." Knotaba Yuhito hesitated, trying to comfort Saitama, "Actually, it's good to stay in the first grade. After all, everyone already knows each other, and the class teacher is Mr. Gojo. Doesn't he claim to be the strongest magician? ..."

"Gojo Satoru must have looked at Saitama with the eyes that he would not be able to upgrade when he handed out the report card." Nagasaki Yarosaki muttered in a low voice, "Even if he forced Ijichi to correct the written test paper, he must know the score..."

"Don't... don't say it."

Saitama pinched the report card in his hand, his fingers trembled slightly, and even his expression was a little distorted: "Stop talking, I feel more and more ashamed!"

Holding the report card and leaving the classroom, Hirohito and the others went back to the dormitory, while Saitama left the campus and went back to his home.

Walking out of the high school of conjuration with the report card in hand, walked a long road back to the city, and then returned to his home in the "ghost town". This is Saitama's route home today.

When passing a supermarket, Saitama saw the seasonal fruits near the entrance of the supermarket, and hesitated for a while.

"Always eat the cheapest bananas, and change the taste occasionally. Today is the atmosphere of wanting to eat watermelon."

Three male high school students in shirt uniforms were putting watermelons into shopping baskets.Saitama walked over to pick up a piece of watermelon wrapped in plastic wrap, and sighed when he realized that the price tag was 400 yen.

"Why is it so expensive? Forget it, it may not be delicious anyway."

Hearing this, the three male high school students glanced at Saitama and laughed wantonly.

The male high school student laughed and went to check out.Saitama ignored them.After putting down the watermelon, he looked around: "Oh! Oranges are on sale today?"

When Saitama was picking oranges, the three male high school students who bought watermelon had already paid and came out.They saw Saitama who was still picking out the oranges on sale, whispered a few times suddenly, and took out the watermelon they just bought from the shopping bag in their hands.

In front of Saitama, the three male high school students ate watermelon, and threw the watermelon rind into the trash can when half of the pulp was left.

"...Cut, no matter how delicious watermelon is eaten, it will definitely become unpalatable." Saitama looked away.

By the time Saitama checked out and left the supermarket with a bag of oranges, the three male high school students who wasted watermelon had disappeared.

After walking home for a while, when passing an alley, Saitama suddenly felt the bag in his hand lighten: "Ah..."

The plastic bag given by the supermarket in his hand suddenly broke a hole.Although Saitama immediately reached out to block it, two or three oranges fell out along the plastic bag crack before he noticed, two rolled out and hit the roadside steps and stopped, and one rolled into the alley inside.

Saitama had to grab the bag with both hands and pick up the two oranges in front of the steps.Then he glanced back at the deep alley, and walked over with a bag of oranges in his arms.

Following Tangerine, Saitama walked deeper and deeper into the alley.Finally, he saw the orange roll up to a man's shoe and stop.

In the alley were four high school boys wearing the same uniform.Three of them were tall and big, and they were the three people who bought watermelons in the supermarket.The fourth boy was thin, with slightly longer black hair, most of which was combed to the right side, blocking his right eye.

The skinny high school boy was being pinned to the ground by three other people.One of them was pressing his hand, another was pressing his chin forcibly, and the third was holding a sparking cigarette butt in his hand and was about to stuff it into his mouth.And the orange just hit the man's shoe.

"What...orange?" The man with the cigarette butt threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, bent down to pick up the orange, and then saw Saitama following him.

"What, I thought the police were passing by, but it turned out to be just a bald man who couldn't afford a watermelon." The man holding the skinny boy teased, took out the wallet of the boy who was being held down, and threw it in his hand, " How about it, are you envious of us getting money quickly? Do you want this wallet very much?"

Saitama's eyes moved up and down following the tossed wallet.

After seeing Saitama's stunned expression, the bully with the cigarette butt threw the orange aside and yelled at Saitama in a vicious voice: "What are you looking at, you poor ghost. Get out of here!"

Saitama glanced at him, and then his eyes fell on the boy who was pinned to the ground.

The boy's white uniform shirt was already stained with bright red blood spots, and his face was also bruised and purple from the beating.His chin was held down, he couldn't close his mouth, and he couldn't speak, but he looked at Saitama with dead eyes.

When minors encounter difficulties they cannot handle, it is almost instinctive to ask adults for help.But the boy's eyes seemed to give up completely.

Saitama stood there silently and did not leave.

The man with the cigarette butt picked up the cigarette butt on the ground again, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Saitama still standing there motionless.

"Why?" He frowned and turned his head, his face sank, "Why don't you get out soon?"

Saitama didn't look at him, but stared at the boy who was pinned to the ground.

"I saw your eyes asking for help." He said, walking towards the boy.

"Huh? Where did this guy ask for help?" The bully who pressed the boy's arm muttered.

As soon as Saitama took a few steps in the direction of the boy, the man with the cigarette butt walked over, blocking Saitama with his 1.9-meter body.

"Why, are you planning to do what is right?" The man with the cigarette butt looked down at Saitama's head and said contemptuously, "It's up to you?"

"Are you bullying him?" Saitama raised his head and asked.

"what?"

Perhaps it was Saitama's fearless expression that angered the cigarette butt man, who suddenly yelled: "So what if you bully that little bastard? It's none of your business? If you're smarter, you can turn around and run now, and you can save half your life!"

Speaking of this, the cigarette butt man showed a ferocious smile, raised his hand and pressed Saitama's head: "Otherwise, be careful that the old men smash your head like a watermelon..."

"Don't touch my head."

Saitama complained and threw a punch.

Hearing the sound of "dong", the 1.9-meter body of the man with the cigarette butt flew up suddenly, slammed into the wall of the alley, and then slid down along the wall, rolling his eyes and passing out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The other two accomplices screamed, their faces contorted in shock, and their hands that grabbed the thin boy loosened.The thin young man tried his best to support his body with his arms, with an unbelievable expression on his face, but his originally dead eyes lighted up slightly.

"Oops! Hey, run, run..." one of the bullies said to the other.The two looked at each other, ignoring the accomplice who was knocked out by Saitama, and got up and wanted to run away like shit.

However, after running a few steps, the two looked up and found Saitama standing in front of them.

"Just now you want others to eat cigarette butts, right?" Saitama said seriously.

"Ah, ah ah ah! Don't come near me! Ah——"

Boom!Boom!

The three male high school students who were being bullied all lay on the ground crookedly, rolling their eyes and losing consciousness.And Saitama's clenched fist was emitting a faint white smoke.

"Are you okay?" He lowered his fist and asked the young man who was sitting there in a daze, "how is the wound on your body?"

"Ah... I'm fine..." The boy sat up quickly.

"Really?" Saitama pointed blankly at the boy's right eye blocked by his hair, "Where's the right eye? Is it not injured?"

"Hmm..." The boy quickly raised his hand to cover his right face, "It's fine."

"Yeah, that's all for now."

Saitama regained the posture of holding the orange bag, looked around, found the last orange that was thrown aside, picked it up, wiped the dust and put it in a plastic bag.

"That..." Saitama looked back at the boy.

"Yes, yes!" The boy immediately sat up straight and said loudly.

"Do you have a stapler?" Saitama pointed to the broken plastic bag, "I want to staple this hole..."

"Ah, yes!" The boy immediately found the stapler from his schoolbag.

"Thank you."

Saitama stapled the place where the plastic bag was damaged, returned the stapler to the boy, turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped.

"That, that! Please wait!"

"Huh?" Saitama hugged the orange and looked back.

The thin boy who was pressed and stuffed with the cigarette butt just now got up.He clutched the edge of his trousers nervously, his voice was still very hoarse, and asked cautiously: "I, my name is Yoshino Junpei! What is your name?"

"Saitama."

Yoshino Junpei suddenly raised his head: "Mr. Saitama, please accept me as a disciple! I also want to become as strong as you!"

"Eh?" Saitama was taken aback, "No need. Disciples are troublesome."

"...I can pay for my studies! And a thank you for helping me this time!" Yoshino Junpei quickly picked up his wallet on the ground, poured out all the money in it, and held it in front of Saitama with both hands , "Yes, I'm sorry, I only have 900 yen today... I will go to work to earn more money! Please teach me how to resist bullying and how to become stronger!"

Saitama lowered his head and stared at the money in Yoshino Junpei's hand for a while, but his thoughts drifted away.

This is probably the price of two slices of watermelon that he can't afford.

"If you really want to get strong... just do muscle building with the aura of getting bald. Do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, a hundred squats, and run ten kilometers every day. I am That's how it gets stronger."

Saitama pointed to the change in Yoshino Junpei's hand, and said gently: "Your wound also needs to be bandaged. Spend the money where it should be spent. You can keep the money for yourself. I won't Received."

"Why!" Yoshino Junpei asked quickly.

"If I really want to say..." Saitama scratched his cheek and replied, "Because I am a hero out of interest. Hero activities are not for money or praise, but because of interest. But now I am also a hero You have stepped into the threshold of professional level."

"Profession...is there such a profession?" Yoshino Junpei asked in amazement, "How can I get in touch with people of this profession?"

"Oh, if you want to find someone related, you can go to the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Curse Arts." Saitama thought for a while and replied.

Saitama's figure gradually faded away.And Yoshino Junpei held the money in his hand, talking to himself.

"Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic..."