Bald cape conjurer

Zenin Maki, who was watching Megumi Fukuro and Kenki Kamo fighting the animal elves, suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye and looked back.

"Maki, what's wrong?"

The panda noticed Zenyuan Maki's movement, and subconsciously followed her gaze, just in time to see Saitama walking out of the hall on the first floor of the school building following Miwa Kasumi.

"Strange, why did Miwa call Saitama out?" Chanin Maki raised her eyebrows and said to herself, "They don't know each other at all, they probably haven't even spoken yet."

"I don't know." The panda scratched its head.

And just behind the two of them, Gojo Satoru, who was hosting the microphone with a microphone in his hand, was at a distance from them, and there was cheerful music from fighting games and combat sound effects mixed in between them, but he caught their conversation in his ears.

"Well……"

Gojo Satoru took his eyes back from the direction Saitama left, and quickly glanced in the direction of the Kyoto school.

The students of the Kyoto school gathered around Kenji Kamo to cheer him up, but Rakuganji Kashin, who was supposed to be watching the battle, was no longer in the hall at some point.

It seems that the old man sneaked away when he was presiding enthusiastically just now.It was a mistake not to notice...

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and scratched the hair at the back of his head, and suddenly pulled over to Ange Ji, who was staring at the screen of the fighting competition with rapt attention.

"Singer, you can help me host it first." Without any explanation, he stuffed the microphone into the hand of the singer, "I'm going to buy a bottle of drink."

The nunnery girl who has never had any hosting experience: "Eh? Eh——!?"

Ignoring the flustered Ange Ji, Gojo Satoru walked out quickly.

……

"What's the matter with me? I still have to go so far."

Saitama followed Miwa Kasumi, talking to himself while walking.Miwa Kasumi, who was walking in front, turned her back to Saitama.Where Saitama couldn't see, a few drops of sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

After walking more than half a circle around the school building, Sanlunxia finally opened the door in front of a small reception room and walked in.

The blackout curtains in the reception room were tightly drawn, and the room was dark, with only a faint light coming in from the door.

Saitama tried hard to identify the surroundings, his facial features were all wrinkled into a ball: "It's so dark, why don't you turn on the light?...Huh?"

In the darkness, someone walked unhurriedly into the light at the door.Saitama was taken aback for a moment, and then saw a bald head similar to him.

The body of the headmaster of the Kyoto school, Rakuganji Kashinobu, was gradually illuminated by the light from the door.Leaning on crutches, he stood still in front of Saitama, his eyes were completely hidden in the shadows in the deeply sunken eye sockets, making his old face look a little scary.

"..."

With a "click", Sanlunxia turned on the light, then walked to the side wall, clasped her hands behind her waist and stood still.

Under the light, Rakuganji Kashin stared at Saitama for a few seconds, the face that had always been serious and somewhat scary suddenly changed, and smiled.

In an instant, like a face-changing, Jiashen's face in Leyan Temple changed from serious in winter to gentle in spring, just like a kind old man who can be seen everywhere.Even the background around him seemed to have turned into a field of flowers under the sun.

Leyansi Jia stretched out his hand and twirled his snow-white long beard, and invited with a smile: "Saitama, right? You sit down first."

At that moment, Sanlunxia who was standing by the side didn't expect this, her expression suddenly looked like she saw a ghost.But Saitama showed no abnormal reaction, raised his legs and walked over to sit down after saying "oh".

"..." Leyan Temple Jiashen stood there silent for a while.

He originally thought that Saitama would decline a few words because he was the principal of the Kyoto school, or invite him to sit first.

Looking at Saitama, Rakuganji Kashin found that the bald head was sitting on the sofa and stared blankly ahead, as if he didn't want to say anything at all, so he coughed lightly and sat down on the opposite side of the sofa.

"Three rounds, tea." Leyan Temple Jiashen ordered.

"Yes." Sanlunxia immediately brought over the tea set that had been prepared earlier on a tray, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

Saitama said "thank you" after taking the tea, and drank it.

"Sanlun, it's okay. You can go back to watch the game." Leyansi Jiashen waved at Sanlunxia, ​​still smiling.

Sanlunxia kept a stiff expression, walked out with one hand and one foot, turned around and closed the sliding door with a "slap".

Facing the sliding door and being silent for two seconds, Sanlun Xia shivered suddenly, folded her arms, walked towards the side with a slight bow.

I always feel that the principal's kind smile... is really weird.

While Sanlunxia was thinking this way, she walked in the direction of going back, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

She subconsciously turned her head to take a look, and then her body became more and more stiff.

Gojo Satoru was standing in the room next to the small reception room.He leaned his back against the common wall of the two rooms, bent one leg, and pressed his heel against the wall, looking thoughtful.

Realizing that Sanlun Xia had noticed him, Gojo Satoru smiled at her, and raised his index finger to his lips.

Sanlunxia shivered violently again, at this moment even Gojo Satoru's handsome face didn't look good in her eyes.

Forget it, don't worry about the affairs between these two schools, let's pretend that we don't know anything and walk away.Thinking like this, Sanlunxia decisively withdrew her gaze and left quickly.

……

"...By the way, you told Miwa to call me, right?" Saitama looked up, still holding the teacup in his hand, "What's the matter with calling me here?"

"Saitama." Rakuganji Kashin twirled the teacup with his fingers.He looked at Saitama and put on a kind smile: "May I ask, why did you choose the high school of conjuration when you have no magic power?"

Saitama was silent for a moment, looked away at the floor, and then looked back at Rakuganji Kashin.

"Gojo Satoru told me that if you become a professional conjurer, you can get paid for exorcising curse spirits." He replied.

"..."

Leyan Temple Jiashen never expected such a reason.His long white eyebrows couldn't help trembling, and after a few seconds he asked again: "When did you start school?"

"Hmm...about a month ago." Saitama raised his fist to his chin and replied recalling.

"Really? A month ago..." Leyansi Jiashen pondered, "So, you haven't been in school for a long time, and you haven't established a deep relationship with the Tokyo school."

"..."

"I have a proposal." Rakuganji looked at Saitama and smiled, "Saitama-kun, why don't you just give up the Tokyo school and transfer to the Kyoto school?"

Saitama couldn't help being taken aback: "Huh?"

"I have seen your performance in the team competition of the exchange meeting. You solved the super curse spirit by yourself, and also shattered Lord Tianyuan's defensive spell and the tent set by the enemy curse master. Compared with you, the other The students are as weak as three-year-old children..."

"Before accidentally seeing your performance, the entire magic world, including the old man, didn't know your existence. And depending on the situation, you didn't get a position in the Tokyo school that was suitable for your ability."

"Noctua and the boys from the Gojo family are probably planning to freeze you. In addition to those useless little devils from the Tokyo school, their strength is obviously far inferior to yours, but everyone can step on you..."

Saitama raised his hand solemnly: "No, they didn't step on me either."

But Rakuganji Kashin ignored Saitama's words, and his eyes froze: "Saitama, are you willing to sit on the bench at the Tokyo school?"

Saitama stared at Rakuganji Kashin with his usual stick figure expression, without speaking.

"The Tokyo school will only bury talents like you. But if you come to our Kyoto school, the situation will be different."

"Saitama, based on your strength, you shouldn't be an ordinary person with no name or surname. Your name should be loud and loud. Even if you only entered it to become a magician, hey. ǎWe can also give you better conditions 1 hot constriction—?

Leyansi Jiashen's withered lips moved: "You are still a trainee at the Tokyo school. But the Kyoto school can give you a full-time student status."

Saitama's eyes instantly became serious: "..."

"At the Conjuration High School in Kyoto, you will enroll as a star student who is full of stars. Your strength will no longer be hidden, but will be fully displayed, so that everyone can see your strength. "

"In addition to strength, popularity is also very important. We will completely transform you and make you as popular as Gojo Satoru." Speaking of this, Rakuganji Kashin glanced at the bright yellow tights and cloak on Saitama , "At least you will also get a specially designed uniform for the high school. As for this ridiculous outfit that looks like it doesn't cost more than 500 yen, you don't need to wear it anymore. Throw this suit away."

Saitama: "...huh?"

"If you look closely, you can see that although your facial features are distributed very casually (Saitama: "Whatever!?"), your facial features are not ugly, and you can even say that they are quite handsome with sword eyebrows and star eyes."

Saitama maintained a blank expression: "No, it's very subtle to be described as handsome by an elderly grandpa."

"...It's just that your expression is too bad, Saitama." Rakuganji Kashin continued, "What's the matter with the dead fish eyes and paralyzed face? What's the matter with your slack eyebrows?"

"Saitama!" Rakuganji Kashin suddenly said loudly with an old voice, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Give me a life-burning expression!"

Saitama: "... (five senses exert force)"

Jiashen of Leyan Temple: "..."

Leyan Sijia showed a frightening expression: "What's with that face that looks like the wrinkled skin of a sea cucumber when it's dehydrated? What's with that constipated expression? Why is it uglier than before? Forget it, you'd better recover." Just like it was just now."

Saitama's face returned from the state of exertion of facial features to the original numb expression, and a pair of dead fish eyes looked at Rakuganji Kashin without emotion: "..."

Leyansi Jiashen spoke confidently: "It doesn't matter if you don't know what expression to put on, we can find professionals to help you. As long as you practice expression management, the stylist hired by us will Let me help you design a look, you will definitely be a powerful figure in the magic world, and you will have a large number of fans no less than Gojo Satoru."

"As for the next upgrade recommendation, it is naturally not a problem. There are also a large number of obs and ogs in our Kyoto school who have become active conjurers. Conjurers also pay attention to factions and groups. You just need to get to know them a little bit , plus the face of the school, someone will recommend you immediately. You will be promoted to a first-class conjurer... No, with your level, it is only a matter of time before you become a special conjurer."

"Not to mention the high-level people in the magic world. The old man can recommend you personally. What the high-level people lack most is combat power like you."

"The super-level magicians in the magic world have their own personalities one by one. When Wujo Wuhengkong was born in the past, the higher-ups had great expectations for him. It's just that the boy is unmatched in strength, but he is too rebellious. , it turned out to be a thorn in the side of the higher-ups."

"At this time, if you can compete with Gojo Satoru in terms of power, you only need to do a few things for the high-level, and you will immediately receive preferential treatment from the high-level and become a confidant directly under the high-level. Even if you become a member of the high-level in the future, it will not impossible."

"Saitama, come to us." Rakuganji Kashin finally stretched out his hand towards Saitama, "You will become a rising star in the world of magic, a presence that attracts everyone's attention."

The air was strangely quiet for a while.

"Saitama, what do you think?" Rakuganji Kashin asked confidently with a slight smile.

"It sounds very troublesome, I'll forget it." Saitama replied with a dull expression.

"……what?"

Leyan Temple Jiashen's withered palm gripping the teacup suddenly tightened.The kind smile on his face gradually disappeared, and in the deeply sunken eye sockets, those eyes suddenly became bloodshot.

"The conditions given by the old man just now are already full of sincerity compared to Tokyo." His eyes were bulging, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why did you refuse?"

"Grandpa, are you not listening to me?" Saitama was a little speechless, "Didn't I just say it? Because it sounds too troublesome. There are a lot of things you said just now, and I can't remember at all. Hold on, it feels unbearable."

"——but don't you want those things?" Leyan Temple Jiashen slapped the table, and even the tea set was shocked by him, "money, reputation, status, the applause of everyone, the respect of colleagues... …The Tokyo school doesn’t intend to give you these things, right? But as long as you come to our Kyoto school, all of these things are within reach...Why refuse?”

"Because I just want to be a hero out of interest."

Leyan Temple Jiashen whispered incredulously: "Isn't your reason too casual?"

Under Rakuganji Kashin's astonished eyes, Saitama said calmly: "I didn't work hard to gain status or praise. As for getting a salary, it's because I don't want to bother to work while doing justice." .”

"I don't care what other people think of me." Saitama stood up and said calmly to the stunned old principal, "What kind of a hero is he who cares about other people's eyes?"

"So I'm sorry, what you said doesn't seem to be suitable for me, old man." Saitama walked towards the door, and turned back after opening the door.

The cloak was blown up by the airflow when the door was opened, Saitama's face was against the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was as calm as ever: "But if there is a sister school event in Kyoto next time, I will still go together In the past. I haven’t been to Kyoto yet, so I’ll trouble you to entertain me when the time comes.”

……

On the other side, after leaving the reception room, Saitama walked forward along the long corridor, but stopped after walking for a while.

"Hey, where is the direction of the hall..."

Saitama looked at the fork in front of him and couldn't help sweating a little.But at this moment, an arm was suddenly placed on his shoulder, and at the same time, a somewhat rippling voice sounded.

"Sai~tama~"

Gojo Satoru hung it on Saitama's shoulder affectionately, and said enthusiastically, "Can't find the way back to the lobby? I'll take you away."

"Eh? Why did you come out?"

Saitama was taken aback for a moment, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gojo Satoru's smiling face, and suddenly understood something.

His eyes fell on Gojo Satoru's lips, and his expression was a little subtle: "You didn't sneak out to refill your lip balm, did you?"

"Eh? Was it discovered by Saitama?"

Gojo Satoru let go of the arm on Saitama's shoulder, raised his hand to cover his lips, and said softly: "I always feel a little embarrassed to be noticed by others..."

Saitama couldn't help being speechless for a while: "I didn't say that, if you feel embarrassed, don't paint it."

"That's not okay. As a decent and handsome man, I have to take care of my appearance from time to time. Won't my chapped lips cause my reputation to drop?" Gojo Satoru put down his hand and said in a serious manner, and then Added a sentence, "But Saitama-kun probably can't understand what he said."

Saitama's bald head suddenly popped up with blue veins: "...I'm really sorry that I don't understand."

Gojo Satoru led Saitama all the way to the hall.There was a moment of silence.

"I heard it all just now." Gojo Satoru put his hands in his uniform pockets, and suddenly said something as if he didn't mean to.

"What did you hear?" Saitama was stunned, "Oh, it was me and that old man talking? It doesn't matter. It's not something shameful."

Wujo Wu heard the words and smiled silently.

"After the individual competition is over, Saitama will stay here for a while." He said suddenly, "Actually, we also have something to ask you here."

"Hey, do you want to stay after the end?" Saitama was slightly taken aback, "It's nothing else, but the special sale at the supermarket..."

Gojo Gojo waved his hand proudly: "I'll be in charge of dinner today."

Saitama: "Oh, it's okay."