Bald cape conjurer

"Oh! It really grew back!"

Yuzu Yuhito looked at his left hand in shock—after he returned to the High School of Curse Art from the Yingji Youth Academy, Yairi Glass, who worked as a school doctor at the high school, fixed his severed limbs, and then used the reversal technique, gently Coincidentally restored his arm to its original appearance, and even the mouth marks were completely gone.

"If spells are negative energy, then reversing spells is positive energy." Jia Ruozi sat on the swivel chair, biting a piece of smoking cessation lozenge, and said casually, "If you can learn to reverse spells, As long as people are still alive, even things like regenerating missing parts of the body can be done."

"It's amazing!" Knotabagi Yujin's eyes lit up.

Silence lasted for a moment.

Saitama, who was standing by and watching, suddenly asked: "Is it true that it is possible to regenerate missing parts of the body?"

"Huh? It's true." Iori Nishiko said with a quit candy in his mouth, tilted his head, and looked at Saitama.

Saitama stared silently at the house.

Saitama: "Are all body parts okay?"

Jia Ruozi: "Okay."

Saitama: "For example, can something that is much smaller, thin, and long be okay?"

Yarui Glass was silent for a moment, and his eyes slowly moved to Saitama's bald head.That head clearly reflected the fluorescent lights on the ceiling of the treatment room, gleaming with baldness.

"If you're talking about your hair, that won't work. Reverse surgery can't be used to treat baldness."

Saitama: "..."

Saitama's gaze slowly shifted from Yairui Glass's smiling face to the ground, and his tone was a bit broken: "I obviously haven't said anything about my hair..."

At this moment, the door of the treatment room was suddenly opened.The head of a silver-haired blindfold poked out.Afterwards, the silver-haired blindfold stretched out his hand and warmly greeted everyone: "Hi, my lovely students!"

"Ah! Teacher Wujo!" Hirohito Hiroshi was startled, "Aren't you on a business trip?"

"I heard the news of the emergency, so I rushed back without stopping." Gojo Satoru walked into the treatment room, followed by Fu Heihui with a dignified expression, "It's a pity that it's still a step too late. Knotweed, how's the arm?" ?”

"Oh! It's all right!" Kiba Yuuhito rolled up his sleeves and waved his muscular arms to show Gojo Satoru.

"The teacher who was completely late and acted nonchalantly." Nagasaki Yaqiang complained in a low voice.

"..." Gojo Satoru glanced at Nagasaki Wild Rose, said nothing, but turned to look at Saitama, "Saitama-kun, can you come here for a while?... Ah, Genos-kun, you don't have to follow me gone."

Calling Saitama outside the treatment room, Gojo Satoru led him all the way to the end of the corridor where no one was there, and then stopped.

"I've heard about the situation from Fu Hei." He said, "Although you solved the super-level curse spirit, the credit must go to Fu Hei. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, it's not a matter of credit or not. I do this kind of thing just because I want to do it." Saitama replied, "But is Fuhei okay? Just now I saw that his face was not very good."

Gojo Satoru didn't answer immediately.He couldn't help but think of what Fu Heihui described to him just now, what happened after the battle in the youth academy.

……

The "tent" was torn, and the sunlight fell on the juvenile courtyard without any shelter.At the same time, the ruins of the second dormitory building also appeared in the eyes of ordinary people outside the "tent".

"Oh, everyone is there!"

Saitama patted the dust and gravel off his body, walked down the ruins, and walked towards the others.However, before he was halfway there, there was a loud shout outside the yellow line pulled up by the police.

"You—what did you do!"

"Ah?" Saitama was stunned for a moment, stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to look.

Among the parents of juvenile delinquents who were stopped by the police, a man in a suit and leather shoes rudely pushed the others away and walked over with two bodyguards.

"You were responsible for the collapse of the dormitory building!" The man in the suit kicked away the yellow line, walked up to Saitama in a few steps, and shouted at him furiously, "It's all because of you, my son is dead!"

Saitama looked at the man in the suit in a daze, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm the mayor of Fukuoka, Harada Shotaro!" The man in the suit shouted, "It's the father of Harada Yusuke who was crushed to death by the dormitory building you collapsed!"

"Aren't you here to save people? Then why is my son dead, but you are still alive!"

Harada Shotaro's swearing made everyone stunned.Takagi couldn't help but ask Mumu Shisan: "What's the matter with him? Is he really the mayor of Fukuoka?"

Mu Mushisan nodded solemnly: "Indeed. Among the five people trapped in the second dormitory of the Juvenile Academy this time, his son Harada Yusuke was among them."

"His son Harada Yusuke is 17 years old and is serving a sentence in the Yingji Juvenile Hospital. The crime is intentional homicide. He killed four women between the ages of 15 and 16 during the two years between the ages of 15 and 20. , and dumped the body, and was finally arrested in Tokyo for an attempted crime.”

Megushisan said, "To put it bluntly, Harada Yusuke took advantage of Japan's absence of the death penalty system and the fact that he was underage when he committed the crime to be able to serve his sentence leisurely in the juvenile court."

When Memu Shisan was talking with Takagi She, Harada Shotaro still yelled at Saitama: "All the people to be rescued are dead, how dare you appear shamelessly in front of the parents?"

"Why do you still have the face to live!" He frothed like a ghost.

"It's too much," Gao Mushe was stunned. "Only his son's life is his life, and the lives of others are not? He has to be stopped..."

But before the police had time to act, Megumi Fuguro suddenly stepped forward, separating Harada Shotaro and Saitama.

"Mayor of Fukuoka Harada Shotaro," Fuguro Megumi looked at Harada Shotaro calmly, "according to the situation at the scene, your son died before we rushed to the juvenile hospital for rescue."

Shotaro Harada raised his head, his face distorted for a moment: "Because you told me that my son died before the magician arrived, so I should just swallow it?"

Shotaro Harada looked fierce: "I want this bald man to pay the price. I want him to apologize for my son's death."

Fu Heihui suddenly understood.Shotaro Harada didn't care about the truth, he just wanted someone to be buried with his son's death.And after the tent was torn to shreds, Saitama, who was seen by everyone and smashed the dormitory building, undoubtedly became his first choice to vent.

Other parents outside the yellow line have also been informed of the death of their children.But compared to Shotaro Harada, the others just stood there and sobbed.But it is precisely because of this that their tears seem all the more real.

But Shotaro Harada didn't even miss the opportunity to take advantage of other parents.He walked quickly to the other parents and took a deep breath.

"It must be because this bald man collapsed the dormitory building, and all the people inside will die!" Shotaro Harada shouted maliciously, "He must be responsible for the failure of the rescue! If he knows his incompetence, he chooses not to act If other people come to the rescue, it won’t be the result! If it can’t be done, let other stronger people do it!”

"If this bald man didn't collapse the dormitory, at least the remains of your children could be brought out!"

"How can you save anyone like this, just go home and cut seppuku!"

"Come on, parents!" he urged viciously, "let him hear you!"

"My child died too..." Under Harada Shotaro's instigation, a parent wiped his tears, and his eyes fell on Saitama in doubt, "He must have collapsed the dormitory building. If the dormitory building did not collapse, Maybe the child can be rescued... I also hope he can apologize!"

"The police will apologize if they fail to rescue the hostages. Why doesn't he apologize?" another parent said.

"He must have killed our child, Mr. Police, and he must be arrested!"

"Let's quit this business after apologizing!"

"...I curse you! If it wasn't for you, my son would have been rescued!"

"..."

Hearing the words "I curse you", Fu Heihui clenched his fists hanging by his side.As a conjurer, he knew the meaning of this sentence, and his back felt cold for a while.

When it was confirmed that all the juvenile criminals were dead, Saitama also left an exorcism curse alone for the safety of the people around him.You must know that the super-level curse spirits in the youth academy are very likely to be able to move freely away from the birthplace.

If there is no Saitama, the people around the juvenile house, including the parents of the mayor of Fukuoka, will all face the danger of being attacked.Saitama's phrase "If all the magicians run away, who else can stand between the magic spirits and ordinary people?" is still in my ears, but those who are protected are not only ungrateful, but also misunderstood him so much.

Humans... are such creatures?

Amidst the voices of the parents of other juvenile delinquents, Harada Shotaro played his politician skills and shouted like a slogan: "Listen to the voices of the parents! Quickly apologize for the death of our son! This is public opinion! !"

Seeing Saitama standing there motionless, he snorted coldly, suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and commanded the two bodyguards around him in a low voice: "Go and hold that bald man down! Abolish him in secret, so that he can no longer Take any job to avenge my son!"

The two bodyguards in black were prepared, and immediately rushed towards Saitama who had been standing silently.

"Teacher, leave it to me!"

Genos wanted to rush up, but Saitama suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

Seeing that the bodyguard is very close to Saitama.At this moment, the two bodyguards secretly slipped thin blades from their cuffs, hid the blades between their fingers, and stabbed at Saitama's stomach.

boom!boom!

Two clear knocking sounds sounded, and the two bodyguards in black clothes instantly foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, with a huge bag bulging on each of their heads, and the blades in their hands scattered all over the ground.And Saitama, who was standing there, raised his fist unscathed, smoking from his dirty red gloves.

"What?" Shotaro Harada was shocked.The bodyguards he hired were all former killers with top skills, but now they were knocked down by this bald punch?

"Shut up, uncle!" Saitama walked forward step by step with a sullen face, with the dusty cloak fluttering behind him, "If you keep talking, I'll pull out all your hair!"

"Hey!" Shotaro Harada looked at the two bodyguards lying on the ground in disbelief, took a step back in shock, and fell to the ground with his legs limp, "You...not only collapsed the building, but also killed my son, Still beating my bodyguard? Aren’t you the one in charge of rescue, how dare you attack ordinary people?”

"So what if you beat up your bodyguard! I'm the one who collapsed this building, so what! Your son died long before that!"

Saitama raised his hand and pointed his finger at the other parents in the distance, "And you, you, your...your sons are all the same! If you are dissatisfied, you can tell the curse spirit!"

"What is a mantra, a mantra?" a parent stammered.

"Ask me why!" Saitama yelled back in a second, without any intention of explaining in detail.

The parents were stunned: "Huh?"

"Why should I apologize and quit this business?" Saitama continued to yell.

"But everyone unanimously wants you to apologize..." some parents said tremblingly.

"Who cares what you want!" Saitama's bald head was full of veins, and his voice became louder, "I do everything because I want to do it! After all, it is self-satisfaction! I won’t apologize just because others want me to apologize!”

"Listen up! I didn't save people because of your gratitude! I won't give up this job just because you hate me! You can curse me if you want. After all, I don't care what you think of me! These bald people!"

"You, you are the bald man..."

"Shut up baldy!"

……

Back to the present time.Gojo Satoru stared at Saitama with his usual expression, and pondered for a moment.

Saitama doesn't act for anyone's understanding or praise, but pure, out-of-the-box hero.Therefore, no matter how he is evaluated by others or those he protects, his original heart will not change.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but see the figure of his past companions.

That was his best friend from the past, the partner he recognized the most back then.But when faced with the inferiority of ordinary people, that person, unlike Saitama, chose a crooked path.

Among the billions of people in the world, there will only be one Saitama.The road he walked was destined to be lonely and lonely.That's why he is so powerful.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help feeling regret and melancholy.

If that person can endure a little longer, if that person can persevere until now, if he meets Saitama... Will his fate change?

"About the Mayor of Fukuoka."

After recovering, Gojo Satoru said, "The high school will control this and shut that old guy up. We're pretty good at controlling public opinion. It's like Harriet's Ministry of Magic."

"Ah..." Saitama scratched his head and recalled, "Oh, it's that one. That kind of thing doesn't matter, and I don't need it."

"..." Gojo Satoru stared at Saitama silently for a few seconds, then suddenly turned into a soft and cute Q version, shaking his palm like a white plush bear and asked, "Then let's go to lunch. I will treat everyone to dinner at noon today , I have already ordered takeaway from Poirot Cafe, and it should be delivered soon."

Saitama was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face was instantly serious: "It's not too late, let's call everyone to go together now!"

The two walked a few steps towards the treatment room.

"I specially ordered the cuttlefish pasta last time for Saitama-kun." Gojo Satoru followed behind with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly said excitedly.

Saitama stopped abruptly, and a tick-tac-toe representing displeasure jumped out of his bald head: "..."