Bald cape conjurer

"Ah, I really didn't expect such a thing to happen. A few hours ago, 'Window' did say that he had observed unusual fluctuations in mana power in the direction of the ghost town, but he didn't pay attention to it because mana power fluctuations are common over there. "

Gojo Satoru, who rushed to the scene, looked at the ruins and sighed softly: "Oh...it's really tragic..."

His eyes moved from the ruins on the ground to Saitama standing on the ruins, Gojo Satoru let out a soft "huh" sound from his nose, and tilted his head.

I saw Saitama standing on the ruins of the apartment building, bending over and searching.

The bald head picked up a few stones and threw them aside, and then "bang" a broken wall that was five or six meters wide with steel bars falling from the edge was bent down to search for something under the broken wall.

"Saitama-kun, what are you looking for?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "Is there something important?"

"Ah, it's very important." Saitama said solemnly with his back turned to him.

Originally, he just asked a random question, but he didn't expect to get such an answer, Wujo Satoru was slightly taken aback.

Things in the ghost town are indeed too abnormal, and with Saitama's nervous search, an answer is ready to come out in Gojo Satoru's mind.

Could it be that the culprit who destroyed the ghost town into such a miserable state was planning to find something in the ghost town?

But when it comes to finding objects in a long-abandoned ghost town, the person most likely to do it... died a year ago, didn't he?

Or did someone else come to find something else?And only Saitama knows the whereabouts of that thing, so he keeps rummaging here...?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking: "What are you looking for? Could it be a special magic tool or something?"

"Do not……"

Saitama rummaged through it maintaining a solemn tone, his eyebrows knit into knots, "I... bought a second-hand microwave oven last week... it cost more than 1 yen. I don't know if I can get it back."

"..."

Wujo Wuda was speechless.Was it just a microwave?

Seeing Saitama rummaging around in the ruins, Gojo Satoru couldn't help interjecting: "Saitama-kun, it doesn't matter if you throw away those things. The high school can provide you with new ones. And you will officially become a fourth-level soon. Conjurer, as long as you complete the required minimum activity standards, the exclusive subsidy will be issued soon."

"If it doesn't work, there's me. I can lend you money." He suggested.

"no thanks."

Saitama held the crooked metal hanger, weighed it and straightened it with a "Kara": "These things are still usable, and it's not good to waste them."

For Gojo Satoru, who wears an ordinary shirt worth more than 20 yen, Saitama's behavior of rummaging through the dusty ground for a second-hand microwave oven that has a high probability of being smashed makes him very difficult. imagine.

But after thinking about it, he didn't stop Saitama, but stepped on the rubble and walked over.

"Let me help you."

Gojo Satoru walked up to Saitama, stretched out his hand, and lifted up a heavy piece of concrete.

"Oh……"

Saitama straightened up and stared blankly at Gojo Satoru's hand—although Gojo Satoru seemed to lift up the concrete with his hands, but in fact, his palm kept a distance of about one centimeter from the concrete block.

"Do you see anything down here?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Ah, my cactus!" Saitama quickly bent down and picked up a small cactus that had fallen out of the pot.

In the next second, his hand was immediately pricked by a cactus thorn.Saitama tossed the cactus like a comedian throwing a ball, alternating hands constantly: "Hiss, this is so sticky!"

As soon as Gojo Satoru loosened his hand, the concrete block fell down again with a "boom", and the dust that was raised instantly hit Saitama's head and face like a huge wave, dyeing his head into a gray egg staring at dead fish eyes .

However, beside Wujo Wu, the dust and gravel that swooped over strangely stayed in the air along the outline of his body, tracing a small piece of dust film in the shape of Wujo Wu like a stroke of a human body.

There was a soft "rustle", and the dust fell to the ground.But Gojo Satoru was still standing spotlessly where he was.

His round sunglasses were shiny, and the white shirt on his body was as white as a hole burned in the night, in stark contrast to Saitama's gray cloak.

"You're really good." Saitama looked at Gojo Satoru enviously, and the dust fell from his face with a single mouth.

"Haha, this is the effect of my technique 'No Lower Limit'."

Gojo Satoru took the small cactus in Saitama's hand with a smile, threw it into the air, and spread his palm in the direction where the cactus fell.

The cactus flew up to the highest point, and began to fall vertically after a short period of stagnation.But just before Kankan fell into Gojo Satoru's palm, he suddenly hovered in mid-air above his palm as if he had lost gravity.

The white thorns of the cactus are only a few millimeters away from Gojo Satoru's skin, but these few millimeters seem to never be touched.

"Oh, you can still catch a cactus with your bare hands, it's like magic." Saitama sighed.

"Magic? Haha, that kind of tricky acrobatics can't compare with my spells."

The corners of Gojo Satoru's lips curled up in a rather complacent arc, "My no-lower limit technique can prevent foreign objects from touching my body, of course the same is true of dust. What they can touch is only the space between me and my body. The 'infinity' between them is nothing more."

Gojo Satoru, holding the cactus, came over suddenly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Saitama, I remember I told you about this a long time ago, right? You see, when you showed you around the campus on the day you entered school—"

The expression on Saitama's face was a bit silly: "Really? I didn't hear much at the time, and I don't remember it."

"...Eh." Gojo Goto paused, and then said confidently, "Now that you have witnessed it with your own eyes, aren't you more interested in the world of spells?"

"Not at all." Saitama said with the same expression.

"...Ah, is it?"

Gojo Satoru had no expression on his face, turned his palm over, and put the cactus back into Saitama's hand.

"Ah, so tight!"

……

After carefully rummaging through the ruins, Saitama, who was covered in dust, carried a large bag of slightly usable rags that he dug out, and followed Gojo Satoru to the gate of the High School of Conjuration.

The college campus in the night is very quiet, and the night wind blows through the forest in the suburbs, causing a faint sound of waves among the branches and leaves.Gojo Satoru took Saitama and walked directly to the men's dormitory.

"Originally, the college did not open the dormitory application for trainees, but if the trainees are conjurers who already have a level, this matter is another matter." Gojo Satoru explained leisurely as he walked, "Qihai has already As I told you, your upgrade is likely to be successful. Anyway, you will soon become a fourth level, and it is not a problem to approve a dormitory for you in advance."

"It's really helpful." Saitama said happily, and the big bag on his back made a series of ping-pong-pong sounds, "I was still worrying about where to stay tonight, and I almost wanted to go to an Internet cafe, or We pitched a tent on the ruins."

The sound of things colliding in the bag resounded throughout the corridor as Saitama walked.Finally, there was movement in a room.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "snap", and then a sea urchin-like head popped out.

"Keep your voice down in the corridor..." Fu Heihui grabbed her thick black hair, said halfway impatiently, and couldn't help but froze when she saw that the person who came was the dusty Saitama, "Saitama? You Why did you come to the dormitory? And why is it like this?"

"This is because..." Saitama was silent for a few seconds, "My house has collapsed."

"..."

Fu Heihui first showed a dazed expression, and then seemed to suddenly understand something.

He staggered back two steps, raised his hand to cover his mouth, his eyes widened in shock, and looked directly at Gojo Satoru.

"Teacher Wujo..." The boy was shocked, "I never thought you would go so far as to leave the job to Saitama..."

"I'm not, I don't!" Gojo Satoru immediately waved his hand in denial, "Mei, don't look at Teacher like trash!"

After telling Megumi Fukuro the cause and effect, Megumi Fukuro glanced at Gojo Satoru with distrust (Gojo Satoru: Megumi, your gaze makes the teacher's heart hurt), and then turned to Saitama and said, "Since it is So, has Saitama's dormitory room been chosen?"

"No, not yet." Saitama replied.

"Then let me introduce you first."

Three people are standing on the first floor.Fu Heihui scratched the hair on the back of his head, and explained: "This building is a men's dormitory, and the opposite building is a women's dormitory. The rooms for the first grade are all on the first floor, and the second floor is for the second grade senior Goujuan and Senior Panda."

"You already know my room, and the room next to me is the knotweed room. The room over there is Yoshino's room. The two of them are doing other training, and they are not in the room right now. The others are empty rooms." "You can live wherever you want," he said.

Saitama's gaze shifted to the nearest empty room - that was the empty room on the other side of Megumi Fushiguro's room: "It doesn't matter which one. In fact, this one over here is quite good..."

Before Saitama finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the dormitory door: "Mr. Saitama!"

"Oh, it's Janos' voice!"

Saitama was taken aback for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look.However, when they saw Genos walking quickly, whether it was Saitama, Gojo Satoru, or Fukuroi, they were all stunned.

The appearance of Janos, who was striding forward, was completely different from the past.He didn't wear any clothes on his upper body, and he didn't even put the cover on his chest, exposing the power core, gears and pipes in his chest, and some parts of his arms were disassembled, leaving only the middle as a skeleton in some places Metal brackets for support.

But the most eye-catching thing is Genos's head - I saw a round piece of baldness in the middle of his gleaming blond hair, just like the position of the plate on the Kappa's head.That's because part of the shell of Genos' head has also been disassembled and has not been reinstalled.

"Oh! Genos!" Saitama was taken aback, "Why did you come here with your brains out!"

"Yesterday I missed the teacher's email because of the transformation, so I had to take the plane and go to Kyoto. So this time, I made an appointment with the doctor to let me keep an eye on the phone messages during the transformation process." Genos pursed his lips , solemnly said, "When I received the teacher's email just now, I was carrying out renovation projects at the doctor's place. I rushed over immediately after learning that the teacher's home was destroyed."

"Don't be in such a hurry..."

Saitama muttered, but at this time Genos did not continue the topic just now, but asked him: "Ms. Saitama is going to live in the dormitory next, right? Then I will apply for the dormitory too. Which room does the teacher plan to live in?" "

"I think the rooms here are pretty good." Saitama raised his hand and pointed to the room he saw just now, "This one is pretty good, bright and spacious. And the floor-to-ceiling windows just face the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard behind the dormitory. How should I say it?" ...the scenery is more calming."

"Really? It really is the teacher's judgment." Genos nodded in admiration, "Then teacher, I will move my things into the room before dawn."

"Eh?" Saitama was taken aback, "You want to share a room with me? Stop it!"

"Why not?" Genos asked puzzledly, holding his uncovered head, "The room in the dormitory is about the same size as the teacher's previous home. And I am a reformer, so I don't need to occupy it like an ordinary person. A lot of living space. The teacher only needs to give me a place of one square meter, which is enough for me to sit there and observe how the teacher becomes stronger. It’s okay to use me as a furniture display and hang a cloak, teacher.”

"No, I absolutely want to refuse!" Saitama categorically vetoed, "Normal people can't treat you as a display! Just imagine that kind of scene and feel terrible!"

"...Is that so? In that case."

In the next second, the reformed man with his brain exposed suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of Fu Heihui.

"Although it might be a little abrupt to say that suddenly, but Fuhei, please give me the room next to the teacher." Genos said confidently.

Fu Heihui's expression remained frozen for two seconds as he was watching the play just now, and then suddenly became speechless: "Huh?"

"It will take about five hours before I go back to Dr. Cusnow's place to complete the transformation and tidy things up. Please clean up your things during this time. I will move my luggage in by then. Please." Genos seemed to be unaware of Fu Heihui's expressive resistance, so he said.

"No, can't you just give up your insistence of following Saitama closely?" Fu Heihui crossed his hands, "I have lived in this room for several months, and I have a lot of things, and I don't want to move."

"No, I have to live next door to the teacher." Genos insisted, "The room the teacher chose happens to be the one at the end, and you are the only one next door."

"Then ask Saitama to change the room." Fuguro Hui said displeasedly, "Aren't there still several empty rooms?"

"Are you planning to let the teacher give up the room you like?" Genos's tone also became fierce, "This is the room that Saitama teacher personally chose. The teacher said that facing the rockery and flowing water can calm him down!"

"..."

Amidst the dispute between Genos and Fugurohui, Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then leaned over to Saitama, who was staring blankly, and asked, "Is it really okay to let them quarrel like this? What if it turns into a big fight?" If those two people go crazy, maybe even the dormitory will be destroyed. Then Saitama-kun really has no place to sleep tonight."

Saitama shuddered suddenly, and stepped forward with a "ta da ta da": "Hey, you guys, don't fight here in my new home! Genos, don't use the incinerator!"

Janos and Fu Heihui, who had already raised their fists and were about to fight excitedly like elementary school students, stopped after hearing this.

Saitama continued with a straight face: "And Genos, the room opposite is empty, and it's the same if you live opposite me."

"Okay, teacher!" Genos immediately agreed.

"What..." Seeing this, Fu Heihui couldn't help becoming more speechless.

At this time, Gojo Satoru, who was watching the play, interrupted and said, "In this case, Saitama and Genos, you two come and sign the dormitory application."

After signing the application form, Genos left the high school and went to Dr. Cusno to complete the rest of the restoration.

Saitama put the things he picked up from the ruins on the floor of the dormitory room, and began to take out one by one.

With the sound of tinkling, crooked clothes hangers, chipped tea sets and tableware, a piggy bank with one ear missing, an elephant watering pot with its handle missing, and dirty cushions all appeared. Saitama put them on the ground one by one.

In addition, there is a pile of Saitama's strange text T-shirts and sweaters piled aside.The words on the clothes include "OPPAI", "Nose Hair", "Hot Water", "Mirin" and so on.

"The tea set can still be used, and the clothes need to be washed..."

While checking other things, he took out a few salvaged comic books, "The Sunman only found the first and third volumes. Damn, I haven't read the final chapter yet."

In the end, Saitama washed all the things he brought back and put them in the dormitory.The dormitory room, which was originally like a model room, suddenly had a bit of the unique life atmosphere of Saitama's house.

After drying all the washed clothes, bed sheets, curtains and other textiles on the balcony, Saitama dug out the high-tech bedding from the closet and spread it on the empty bed, wearing a dark T-shirt with no characters. T-shirt and trousers lie on top.

The tights, cloak, gloves, and boots that had been replaced had been washed clean by Saitama, and were hanging on the balcony with other things on crooked hangers, dripping water.

Saitama stared at the yellow tights for a moment.

"It's really idle." He said to himself, "The clothes and cloak are not dry yet, so I can't go out for a walk, and cast a spell on the way. If Fuhei's clothes are dirty, he will be accused."

"Thinking about it carefully, it has been a month since I entered the college. I thought that entering the college would bring about a huge change in my life, but it seems that I haven't done anything worth remembering in this month, and the enemy is still there. Just like before, it's a one-punch fix."

Thinking of this, Saitama stared blankly at the white ceiling.

"What are you doing, me?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Oh?"

Saitama raised his bald head from the bed, and saw a head with light beige hair and a high collar covering the lower half of his face protruding from the door, and a round panda head.

"I heard that Saitama has moved in, so let's take a look." Panda Hanhan said, "How is it? Are you still used to it?"

"It's okay. It's just too idle." Saitama replied lying down again.

"Then..." Panda hesitated, "There is a game console in Thorn's room, do you want to play games?"

Saitama was taken aback for a moment, and quickly got up.

"Okay, let's go!" he said cheerfully.

……

15 minute later.

"Saitama, why are you dead again? You said you should pay attention to dodging the hands of the hand ghosts that were finally selected. Why don't you know how to dodge at all, and only know how to attack normally."

"Killed to death by a wild boar, poisoned to death by a poisonous mushroom, and killed by challenging a small boss... This is the third time you have died."

"Okuta Okata, Mentaiko."

Panda and Gouju gripped the handles and looked back at Saitama.And Saitama's entire face was flushed red, and his facial features turned into trembling wavy lines again due to excessive pressure.The sense of doubt caused by doing nothing before and the pursuit of the meaning of life has long since dissipated in the game.

"Dung work! Shit work! Shit work!" (← Saitama can't say anything else other than this)