Bald cape conjurer

Gojo Satoru chose a high-end yakiniku restaurant in Ginza.At night, when a group of people left, they were all covered with the aroma of barbecue, eating to their heart's content.

"I didn't expect to be able to eat premium beef. I'm full, thank you for the treat!" Saitama opened the curtain at the entrance of the store, bent down and walked out of the store, and said happily to Gojo Satoru.

"Teacher, I can do this kind of thing." Genos said quickly when he saw this, "Tomorrow I will buy the best beef!"

"That's not necessary, Genos." Saitama waved his hand casually, "Although it is a good thing, it can't be eaten every day. I usually eat some ordinary meals, and eat some high-end items on special days. It will make you more satisfied.”

"I said, Genos, don't look down on ordinary three meals a day." Saitama raised his index finger and said excitedly, "Whether it's cheap bananas or ordinary raw egg bibimbap, although it's inconspicuous, it's They are the cornerstones of happiness that support the moment of eating barbecue."

Genos froze for a moment, as if a bolt of lightning struck the back of his head.He kept staring at Saitama in a daze, but subconsciously took out his small notebook and pen with both hands.

Afterwards, Genos lowered his head, and began to quickly write in the notebook with his hands.

The rustling sound of the pen tip across the paper continued, and Genos said loudly: "That's it! The teacher means that although the usual basic exercises are inconspicuous, they must not be ignored. It is like carrying a powerful weapon on your body. , also need the general-purpose parts that can support the weapon to function... As expected, you are a teacher!"

"Eh?" Saitama looked at Genos, who was writing rapidly, with a dull expression, "Did I say that just now?"

"..."

Knotaba Yuhito and others who walked out of the barbecue shop together looked at Genos speechlessly.Fu Heihui asked Wutiao Wu: "Teacher Wutiao, are you going back to the high school now?"

Gojo Satoru was looking at Saitama and Genos thoughtfully, at this moment he was pulled back to God by Fuguro Megumi's voice: "Well... well..."

"You go back first." He said quickly, "I'll send Saitama-kun and Genos-kun off."

"Oh." Fu Heihui didn't intend to keep him at all, "Knotweed, Nagasaki, let's go."

……

"You don't have to see us off. I always feel that it's really embarrassing to invite us to dinner and send us home." Saitama said while walking towards his own direction.

And Gojo Satoru shook his head with a smile: "It's okay. I just want to go to the ghost town to have a look."

"oh, I see."

Saitama pushed open the small door on the rusty wire fence, the creaking sound of the door shaft tearing the quiet night.Hanging on the wire fence is a simple sign made by the last group of residents who moved out, saying "monsters haunt, no entry", and behind the wire fence is the area of ​​the ghost town.

Gojo Satoru was so tall that he had to bend slightly to pass through the barbed wire.After entering the ghost town, he walked while using his six eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

The ghost town was the same as the last time he came, clean, not even a single curse.It's just that there is an area along the way where there are a lot of traces of fire for some reason, and there are some looming mantras.But judging from the filthy state, this is already a trace left at least half a month ago.

It should be the guy who was killed by Saitama.

The group walked to the entrance of the apartment building where Saitama lived.At this moment, Genos suddenly turned around and walked towards the side of the apartment building.

"Teacher, there is mail."

Genos walked into the shadow by the wall, picked up a black box, and looked up at the sky, "The delivery man will not set foot within the range of the ghost town. This box should have been delivered by a drone."

"Who sent it?" Saitama scratched his head in doubt, "I don't think anyone I know would send a letter."

"It says..." Genos identified the sender on the box, "The parents of the juvenile home? Maybe it's a letter of apology or a letter of thanks from the parents."

"Oh, then go back and take it apart and have a look!" Saitama was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked forward to it.

From the corner of his eye, Wujo Satoru was still standing where he was, and he quickly said, "Just send it here."

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru followed Saitama and Genos into the apartment building.

In the past month, he received news that after the incident at the Juvenile Academy, Fukuoka Mayor Shotaro Harada seemed to be secretly collecting information on Saitama, presumably planning something.For this reason, he took the time to come to the ghost city to see the situation.

But after taking a look, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to find anything wrong.

……

Saitama excitedly returned to the small apartment. After turning on the light, he immediately sat cross-legged with the box in his arms and picked the seal on the box with great interest.

"I don't know what it could be..." He said to himself while removing the seal, "I have defeated so many evil forces in the past few years, and this is the first time I have received something from a fan!"

"If it's just a letter, it's good to send it in an envelope. But the other party used a box, so there may be a gift." Genos guessed from the side, "The place of sending is Bodo, maybe it's a specialty of Bodo or something. "

"Oh, that's really exciting!" Saitama said happily, "When it comes to Hakata, I have to mention mentaiko. To be honest, I have long wanted to try Hakata's mentaiko, which is used to make mentaiko cover Both rice and mentaiko ramen must be delicious!"

"……Um?"

Genos was watching Saitama unpacking the box, but suddenly noticed something wrong with his eyes.

The seals that Saitama removed were casually piled up on the ground aside.It wasn't the usual sealing tape used in mailing, but a strange tape that Janos had never seen before.Not only is the material a subtle dark yellow, but the tape is also covered with talisman-like patterns.

Genos raised his hand to pick up a piece of tape, put it in his palm and watched it carefully.

"Teacher, I've never seen this kind of tape before." He pointed to the tape and said to Saitama, "It always feels like it's used to seal something."

"Oh," Saitama glanced back, thought for a while and then slapped his forehead and replied, "It's probably a new tape pattern. There are a lot of strange trends recently."

"It's true." Genos dispelled his doubts after hearing this.

Under the gaze of the blond cybernetic, Saitama removed all the seals on the box.

"I don't know what the first gift I will receive..."

Saitama's eyes were bloodshot because of nervousness.He took a deep breath and carefully opened the lid of the box.

"……Eh?"

After the box was opened, Saitama and Janos were stunned for a moment.

What was in the box was not a gift, but a box of long black hair.

"Hey, isn't it..." Saitama said blankly, "Send this to me? Did you send it to the wrong person?"

Genos picked up the lid of the box beside him and checked it.

"The addressee does have your name on it, teacher." He pointed to the addressee's name on the lid of the box.

Saitama stared at his name on the delivery note stuck on the lid of the box, and the back of his head began to sweat.

"That," he turned his head back to the box of hair, muttering to himself in a trance, "could it be sent to me as a fake..."

Saitama's words were only halfway through, but the long hair in the box suddenly squirmed slightly, and a head-sized thing slowly bulged in the center.

"Huh? There seems to be something in the hair." Saitama was slightly taken aback.

The things under the long hair in the box rose higher and higher, gradually blocking the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.Saitama's eyes slowly moved up with the gradually rising long hair, and his figure was gradually blocked by the swelling shadow.

"Cuckoo cluck cluck cluck..."

The long hair began to tremble gradually.Then, a pale face appeared in the long hair, but there was no body under the neck, only a long, pale spine.

"Teacher, this is..." Genos's golden pupils flashed a string of analysis data, and he shouted, "This is a curse!"

"Cuckoo..." The long-haired curse spirit made a sound from its thick hair, and the black hair suddenly slammed towards Saitama's neck without wind, "Kill...kill...kill!"

"Teacher!" Genos bent down suddenly, the steel arm made a soft sound, and the flames of the incinerator filled his palm, "Let me do it..."

boom!

Saitama raised a punch high, and the curse spirit who was still waving its hair just now didn't even have time to make a scream, it was instantly crushed by his punch, turning into black fragments and flying into the air.The long hair of the curse spirit was cut by the fist wind at the same time, turning into strands of hair and falling down, as if it was raining hair in the room.

"Damn it, showing off your hair in front of me..."

Amidst the broken hair of the long-haired curse spirit flying around, Saitama maintained an upward fisting posture, his eyes were covered by the shadow cast by the brow bone, and his gaze could not be seen clearly.

He only heard him shouting angrily: "Are you looking for trouble!"

Genos stared blankly at the embers of the curse spirit flying in the air, and the incinerator in his hand flickered for a moment, then completely extinguished: "...I'm fine."

"..."

The remains of the long-haired curse spirit completely turned into ashes before it hit the ground and disappeared.Saitama slowly put down his raised fist, and raised his head again, with a deep sense of displeasure on his face.

"It's really annoying. I thought it was a gift. I didn't expect someone to send something like this on purpose. I remember that guy's name..." Saitama muttered sullenly, and picked up the box with the delivery note Gai, "Uh, it turns out that the sender's name is not written on it..."

After putting down the lid of the box, Saitama paused, then turned back and asked Genos distressedly: "Does my head really look so noticeable?"

Hearing this, Genos' eyes slowly slipped from Saitama's face to the top of his barren head.

It was a perfectly round head, and the top of the head was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the shape of the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.The original white light passed through Saitama's light head and scattered in all directions of the room, and the color turned into a soft warm-toned flesh-colored light. It can be said that the indirect lighting of the entire room was completed with one effort.

Genos: "..."

Saitama was in a hurry: "...you should say something, Genos! Shouldn't you deny it immediately at this time?"

Genos: "..."

Saitama's anxious expression slowly disappeared, and that stick figure-like face revealed a bleak look that sees through the world.

"...Oh, so that's the case."

Fukuoka City, Mayor's Office.

"hateful!"

Shotaro Harada, the mayor of Fukuoka, sat at his desk, gloomily staring at the documents in his hand.In the upper right corner of the profile, there is a photo of a bald head.

"Didn't that curse impale the hair into the bald man's body, and tear him apart after draining his blood!" Shotaro Harada slammed his fist on the desk and asked sullenly, "Why did he Still alive! Are you really a curse master!"

"Of course it is."

The young man sitting on the reception sofa in the office yawned.He was wearing frivolous clothes like strips of cloth, revealing most of his thin chest. He was leaning comfortably on the back of the sofa at the moment, and turned his head in the direction of Shotaro Harada.

The high ponytail tied on one side of his head gently swept over his shoulders, and the six full-colored inverted teardrop-shaped lines under his eyelids shone with a faint light.

"I'm a curse master, and the 'Flying Headman' I sent is indeed a quasi-level two curse." He said with a smile, but that smile gave people a feeling of chills down the spine, "But I have been doing it from the beginning to the end." There is no guarantee that the egg head will die."

"Whether you are dead or not," he raised his hand, his thumb and index finger folded into a circle, and the other three fingers stood up, "1000 million. This money can't be given less."

"Tch!" Harada Shotaro stared at the other party with a gloomy expression, "Shomian Haruta..."

Zhongmian Chuntai is the curse master he found a way to contact.It was the first time Harada Shotaro made a deal with a curse master.Even as an ordinary person without spell aptitude, he could still feel an unpleasant aura from Chunta Chongmian.

"3000 million." Harada Shotaro said suddenly, "You will do it yourself and completely kill that bald head."

Shigemen Haruta glanced at Harada Shotaro in surprise, and then suddenly smiled.

"Okay, it's a deal." He jumped up from the sofa and grabbed a human hand protruding from the edge of the sofa.

As Chongmian Haruta retracted his strength slightly, he slowly pulled out that human hand—it was a severed hand that had been specially treated, and a piece of saber that perfectly matched the edge of the fracture was carefully inserted into the wrist fracture. , and what extended out afterwards was a snow-white blade.

"Start work! Start work!" Shigemian Haruta held the knife with a severed hand as the handle, turned around and gave Shotaro Harada a weird smile, pushed the door and walked out.

It wasn't until the door closed again that Harada Shotaro relaxed his tense body and wiped the sweat from his temples.

"What's the matter with that knife? And that look in the eyes..." He recalled the look Chuntai looked at him before he left, a chill ran up his back, and then he smiled viciously.

"But it's great to be able to hire such a guy with money."

The next day, Tokyo, near the ghost town.

"There really aren't many people here." Chongmian Chuntai lingered on the sparsely populated streets near the ghost town, looking around dissatisfiedly, her high ponytail swaying as he walked, "That bald head really lives here Is it nearby?"

"By the way, isn't that the 'ghost town'? No one lives there." He said to himself, stroking the handle of the knife made by hand, "It should be that Uncle Harada's information has gone wrong. .Really, if I hadn’t been given a lot of money, I wouldn’t have accepted the job of that kind of greasy uncle. I like cute girls.”

"Okay, I'll just go back and ask him for an extra errand fee for going the wrong way."

Chongmian Chuntai made up her mind, turned around and was about to go back, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of the end of the road, a figure slowly appeared in the shadow of the viaduct.

He stood still on the spot, squinted his eyes and looked carefully. After a while, he couldn't help but let out an "oh--".

At the end of the dark road, a bald man in a blue sportswear was walking slowly.In his bald hand was a supermarket plastic bag, with some bananas, a white radish and a handful of green onions in the belt.

"This head...is really here." Chunta Chongmian said to himself, standing where he was, staring intently at Saitama who was walking all the way.

Saitama got closer and closer, and couldn't help but glance back at Haruta when he passed by Chongmian, then retracted his gaze, and passed him by.

There is really no sense of crisis.

Shigemian Haruta looked back at Saitama's back, was silent for a moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the tattoos under the eyelids flashed a strange color.

"It seems that my luck is really good." He stepped up and tiptoed behind Saitama.