Bald cape conjurer

"Must Kill - Serious Series..."

"Seriously headbutt!"

At that moment, Fu Heisher's eyes widened suddenly - in front of his eyes, the bald head turned into a flesh-colored hammer, and it couldn't escape and hit him directly on the head!

Boom!

As Saitama's head hammer fell, the solid parking lot ground where the two stood was unable to support the strength of the head hammer, and a deep crack opened instantly.The cracks spread all the way to the distance, and the ground vibration caused the cars in the parking lot to shake and collide, making a series of loud noises.

A puff of white smoke rose from the contact point of the brain.Fu Heisher's hand holding the hammer was powerless to let go, and the meat hammer hit the feet of the two with a "boom".

The pitch-black pupils gradually closed, and the eyelids drooped feebly.Fu Heisher could feel two streams of heat coming from his nostrils, dripping down the clothes on his chest.

At that moment, the shock wave brought by Saitama's "serious head hammer" was transmitted to Fu Hesher's brain.Like the ground being turned up during an earthquake, this hammer suddenly turned out some memories hidden deep in his heart.

——In winter, white snow falls outside the window.In the warm delivery room, the woman's face was pale and her clothes were drenched with sweat, but she still held the crying baby in her arms, and asked him with a happy smile, "This is our baby, Shier. What should I name it?"

——In summer, the summer cicadas chirped at the top of their lungs.Holding the child who can't remember anything, he stood in front of the woman's tombstone like a statue.

——"Dad," the little boy stumbled after him, tugging at his trouser leg and asked, "Where are you going?"

——"If you inherit the ancestral technique, I will give you 10." In the bustling station, an old man in a kimono stroked his stiff mustache and said to him.

……

Why did you die?

By the way, it was because I gave up my usual principles. When faced with overwhelming power, the self-esteem that should have been abandoned long ago dominated my reason, and I chose to stand up.

Overwhelming power like the bald head in front of me...

"..."

Seriously, he was in a stalemate for a few seconds with the head hammer, Saitama let go of Fu Heisher's collar, and Fu Heisher fell to the ground with a "gudong".

Saitama stood where he was, staring blankly at the black-haired young man lying on the ground, silent for a moment, feeling a little nervous.

"Not dead..."

Suddenly, Fu Heisher, who was lying on the ground, trembled, and suddenly opened his black and white eyes.The muscles in his hands stretched out, and with a little force, he jumped up on the ground.

Saitama clenched his fists excitedly: This guy is still alive! ...and very spiritual!

But suddenly, Saitama's expression was slightly stunned again, and he pointed at Fu Heisher: "You seem to have lost your colored contact lenses."

"Ah?" Fu Heisher raised his hand in astonishment and pressed it under his eyelids, but soon laughed again.

"No more." He wiped the blood under his nose with the back of his hand, and said suddenly, "It's boring."

"Eh?" Saitama, who was still eager to try, froze for a moment, then put down his hands, "You don't want to kick the gym anymore, are you admitting defeat?"

"Ah, surrender. I can't beat you now."

Fu Heisher exhaled slowly, and suddenly asked: "Just now, you mentioned the name 'Wujo Wu'. Is that guy still alive?"

"Ah? Hmm." Saitama didn't expect him to ask such a question, and nodded blankly.

"Then do you know a person named 'Hui' next to him?" Fu Heisher asked with dark eyes, "But it may not be by his side..."

"Megumi?" Saitama hammered his palm, "Oh, are you talking about Fukuro Megumi?"

At that moment, Fu Heisher couldn't help but suddenly raised his eyes, looking at Saitama with piercing eyes.

"Do you know Megumi Fukuro?" Saitama asked a little puzzled.

"..." Fu Heisher didn't answer, but asked the next question, his pronunciation seemed a bit jerky, "Fu Heihui... is he okay?"

"It's pretty good. He's studying magic arts now, and he's made a lot of friends." Saitama said blankly, "And he seems to be quite rich..."

"Are you rich? So that kid is not only surnamed Fu Hei, but also doing well.... At least better than his father." Fu Heisher sighed, and asked again, "What kind of person is Fu Hei Hui?" ?”

"How should I put it... probably the top student type?" Saitama stared at Fu Heisher with blank eyes, "You are very strange, I thought you knew Fu Heihui, but it seems that you don't. Could it be that you are..."

"The strange sorghum who followed him?"

Facing Saitama's suspicious expression, Fu Heisher smiled without saying a word.

"One last question." Fuheshier asked, "tell me your name."

Saitama stared at him motionless: "Saitama."

"Saitama," Fuheshier said in a low voice, "I have already discovered that since your bracelet was broken, your body no longer emits a trace of mana power. You are like me, with 0 mana power Physique."

"..." The back of Saitama's head burst into sweat, "ah, it's exposed."

Fuheshier looked deeply at Saitama.

Twelve years ago, on the surface, he died because he lost to Gojo Satoru, but in fact he died because he resisted the "denial" of himself in the magic world.The outcome of death proves that he has not really overturned this "negation".

But Saitama is different.Saitama has 0 magic power like him, but stronger than him.

If a few minutes ago, he was still bored by the status quo of this world, and felt that there was no need to use other people's bodies to continue prolonging his life, but now, Fuheshier's thoughts have changed.

Whatever his current form of existence, he intends to continue to exist that way.

He won't reveal Saitama's secrets, but will always pay attention to it? Wuji witnessed with his own eyes that Saitama accomplished what he couldn't accomplish in the past, and witnessed the scene where the entire magic world was shocked by Saitama's existence?

"Don't worry, as the same kind, I will not report you.... We will definitely meet again in the future."

Fu Heisher whispered the last sentence, and disappeared in the parking lot in an instant.

Saitama's eyeballs followed the afterimage of Fuheshier when he left, and then looked back after he ran away.

He stood there in a daze for a while, then squatted down, and picked up the broken bracelets on the ground one by one.The white cloak fell on the ground behind Saitama, looking crumpled.

After picking up the bracelet fragments in his palm, Saitama sighed and began to calculate the amount of compensation: "I still have [-] yen in my wallet, but it's probably not enough."

"Damn it, I just watched that guy run away, and I didn't think of asking him to pay...Huh?"

Saitama raised his head and looked forward——on the cracked ground of the parking lot, there was a woman's bag lying quietly.

"This seems to be..."

Before Saitama's eyes, there was a scene in front of him when he was fighting Fuheshier who lost his mind just now. The other party threw the bag in his hand and rushed up to cut him with a knife. "It was thrown by that person just now..."

Saitama walked over in a daze, bent down to pick up the bag.However, when he pulled the chain of the handbag, a wallet suddenly fell out of it.

The wallet bounced a few times on the ground and slipped out of the corner of a wad of 20 yuan bills, which seemed to be worth at least [-] yuan.

Saitama paused, staring at the wallet with straight eyes: "..."

Subconsciously looking around, he found that the defeated conjurers were still awake.Saitama picked up the wallet and scratched his head.

"Although he ran away, he left the money here..." he muttered to himself, "forget it, let's give the money he left behind as compensation for the bracelet. Although it doesn't seem to be enough ..."

Saitama stuffed the wallet back into the bag, and was suddenly taken aback.

In the bag he found an apartment key and an old-fashioned plastic keyring with the residential address on it for memos.

"Is this the guy's address?" Saitama picked up the key and glanced at it, the dull expression on his face suddenly changed.

"It's really helpless, let's go in the name of returning the lost property." He made up his mind, "By the way, get back the insufficient compensation."

Saitama didn't know that the bag was snatched by Fu Heshier, the bag of the visiting woman, and the plastic key ring with the address engraved in the bag was also prepared by the visiting woman to prevent her from being demented and unable to remember where she lived.

……

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky orange red.

On the bustling street, the bald head wearing a dirty tights was carrying a huge package made of curtain cloth, which attracted the attention of passers-by.And Saitama ignored the eyes of passers-by and walked forward unhurriedly.

Suddenly, a black car on the side of the road slowed down as it approached Saitama, and finally stopped beside him.

Saitama was stunned for a moment, stopped and turned his head to look, and saw the window of the black car was slowly rolled down, revealing the serious face of the blond man in the driver's seat.

"Ah, you are..." Saitama tried hard to recall, "Qami? Why are you here?"

"It's past six o'clock. I'm on my way from get off work now." Jianren Qihai raised his wrist and pointed to the watch on his wrist.

He took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the package on Saitama's back: "What is that on your back?"

For some reason, Nanami Kento could feel a strong but mottled breath of mantra from the package that Saitama was carrying.

"Ah, this..." Saitama put down the big package on his shoulders and said after hesitating, "It should be regarded as 'compensation'."

"Compensation?" Qihai Jianren couldn't help being taken aback.

"Ah."

Saitama untied the knot on the curtain, and the package spread out on the side of the road.

There was a sound of "ping, ping, pong, pong", and a mountain of knives, swords, bows, guns and other weapons in the package were scattered all over the place, and a few iron balls for throwing rolled all the way and hit the wheels. Bounced back again.

Jianren Qihai's eyes widened suddenly: "This is..."

This turned out to be a large package of spell tools, with a total of more than a dozen pieces, and each of them was a rare spell tool above level three!

The movement on Saitama's side caught the attention of pedestrians.Ordinary people who couldn't recognize the magic power just thought it was a performance prop bought from Akihabara, and whispered over each other.

Jianren Qihai hurriedly pushed open the car door, quickly wrapped the large pile of spell tools back, and looked around vigilantly.

"Where did these things come from, Saitama?" he asked in a low voice.

"Oh, these..."

Saitama recalled what happened just now, and said:

"My bracelet was broken by a guy with black hair, and then the guy ran away. I wanted to go to the door to ask for compensation for the bracelet. But I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered the door."

"At first, I was wondering if that guy hadn't come home yet, so I sat at the door and waited for him. Unexpectedly, the neighbor next door came out suddenly and asked me who I was."

"After I told him that I came to ask for money, the neighbor suddenly called out all the residents in the apartment, and the residents rushed to attack me with these weapons..."

"So I beat them all up and got the weapons back."

Saitama's eyes fell on the package: "They said that these weapons are magic tools, and they sound like they are very valuable."

Jianren Qihai: "...So you ransacked them, right?"

"Don't say that, it's as if I committed a crime. Anyway, they rushed to attack me first. In this case, even if their weapons are confiscated, it can only be regarded as self-defense."

Saitama seemed to suddenly remember something: "That's right!"

He reached into the package, grabbed a knife and pulled it out, and handed it to Jianren Qihai, with a somewhat relieved expression on his face: "Didn't I accidentally break your knife last time?" I'll use this to compensate you."

Jianren Qihai was forcefully forced by Saitama with a first-level spell tool, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face: "Huh?"

The knife in his hand is cold to the touch, and the spell power it emits far exceeds the weapons used by Jianren Qihai in the past-this is a rare first-level spell tool, and the price in the black market in the spell world is probably worth tens of millions. .Even if most conjurers work hard for a lifetime, they will not be able to have such a spell.

"The person who uses this knife seems to have said that it is a psychic demon knife or something, and it sounds like it is quite valuable." Saitama said happily, "Anyway, what happened last time you broke your knife? It's written off!"

"I have to carry other things back to the high school. I still owe Gojo Satoru and Zenyuan Maki a magic tool." He picked up the big package again, "I'm leaving first."

"Thank you so much." Jianren Qihai glanced at the knife in his hand, "But I have an obligation to remind you that this knife is worth far more than the one you broke. I've earned it instead. "

According to Saitama, these precious spells all came from the residents of the same apartment.Thinking of this, Jianren Qihai couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the knife.

Since Gojo Satoru came into the world, the extremely evil curse masters who used to be active in the past disappeared overnight, and no one can find their whereabouts.But when Saitama opened the package just now, Jianren Nanami recognized a bow and arrow from it that was once owned by an unknown curser.

Contacting the situation described by Saitama again, the truth immediately came to light——

So, are the residents in that apartment building actually those curse masters who have changed their appearance and hidden in human society?They actually live together in the same apartment building, covering each other and covering each other's whereabouts.No wonder no one has found them after so many years.

This time Saitama really stabbed the cursed master's nest.

"Wait a minute, Saitama!"

After realizing this, Jianren Nanami suddenly had a new idea, and stopped Saitama who had walked away a few steps.

"Ah?" The bald head was carrying a large package and turned his head in a daze.

Jianren Nanami pinned the sword given by Saitama to his waist.He opened the front of his suit, took out the pair of sunglasses he had just taken off from the inner pocket, and put them on the bridge of his nose again.

"You just said that you beat everyone in that apartment to the ground, which means they can't escape anytime soon, right?" he asked.

"Ah? Hmm..." Saitama nodded.

"I've changed my mind, Saitama."

Jianren Qihai opened the car door, and said in a deep voice, "There is still some distance to the college. You get in the car first. I will take you back to the college."

"is it?"

Saitama was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked back, stuffed the package into the back seat of Jianren Nanami's car, and then got into it too.He sat down in the co-pilot seat, and said happily, "That's really a big help!"

Just as Saitama was buckling up his seat belt, Nanami Jianren sat back in the driver's seat calmly and closed the car door: "Also, let's go back to the apartment building you just visited on the way."

Saitama paused when he buckled his seat belt, then turned around in a daze: "Huh?"

A flash of light flashed through the sunglasses, and Qihai Jianren didn't look at the bald head who turned back in a daze, but started the car again, and the bald head with dead eyes turned around a corner like lightning, and drove towards the way he came.

Although Jianren Qihai is extremely tired of working overtime and regards getting off work on time as his life principle, when faced with justice, his principle is not incapable of giving in.

Those who come from the overtime social animals who suffer from great hatred and deep hatred, justice will be executed!

……

At the same time, behind the corner of the street, an unbelievable gaze flickered.

Ino Takuma covered the wound on his body, stood behind the street corner, his eyes widened in astonishment.

——During the fight in the parking lot, Ino Takuma was hit in the face by Fuheshier's punch and fell into a brief coma.But he didn't know how long after that, when his consciousness was blurred, he vaguely heard Saitama's voice.

However, when Ino Takuma, who was lying on the sunken roof, struggled to open his eyes and got up with his body supported, the parking lot had returned to silence, only Zenyuan Naoya and the other conjurers who had been knocked out fell on the spot. .

After calling an ambulance, Ino Takumi counted the number of people.

The conjurers who came to the parking lot together were still lying there.So, the guy who beat the black-haired man wasn't anyone present.Of course, it wasn't Zenyuan Naoya whose hair was flattened and who was still unconscious on the ground.

So, did he hear the voice he heard in the coma right?Was it Saitama who got rid of that man?

Impossible, Saitama is obviously only level [-]...

With doubts in his heart, Ino Takuma waited for the ambulance to help settle the wounded, and then left the hotel covering the wound on his face.

Walking along the street all the way, before you know it, the western sky is already full of red clouds.Ino Takuma turned the corner of the street, and suddenly saw the scene where Nanami Kento invited Saitama into the car.

The senior Jianren Nanami whom he longed for would actually invite Saitama, an ordinary fourth-level conjurer who was excluded at the exchange meeting, to sit in his car during his free off-duty time!

Moreover, it seems that Jianren Qihai's attitude is actually very polite!

Even Takuma Ino had never been in Nanami-san's car outside of working hours!

Ino Takuma covered his face, which was swollen from being beaten by Fu Heisher, and he couldn't even close his jaw.He watched Nanami Kento turn around Saitama with a sluggish expression 180 degrees, and the heads of both of them shook out afterimage lines due to the excessive speed.

The car quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Ino Takuma stood on the spot in a daze, a guess floated in his heart.

I'm afraid the voice he heard was real.The person who finally solved this incident was Saitama himself.

In other words, this guy Saitama is a super strong person who hides deep, but far surpasses Zenyuan Naoya who is a special first-level conjurer!

the next day.

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the rest area of ​​the dormitory, drinking black tea and reading the newspaper leisurely, when suddenly there was a "crash" in his ears.

"Huh?" He moved the newspaper in his hand to look, and found that there were more than a dozen high-end spell tools piled up in front of his feet.And Saitama stood there wearing a T-shirt with the word oai printed on the chest, looking at him with a happy expression.

"What are you doing?" Gojo Satoru put down the newspaper and asked in puzzlement.

"The bracelet you gave me was accidentally broken yesterday, so I took these things to compensate you." Saitama said excitedly, "The value of these things is all added up, and it should be broken even during the entrance exam. The dojo, as well as the labyrinth and trees destroyed during the exchange meeting can all be paid together."

After all, Saitama glanced left and right, and found Zenin Maki who was standing in front of the vending machine, hesitating about what to buy.So he immediately picked up a spell tool and walked over.

"Here, here's this for you." Saitama changed his dull expression in the past, and enthusiastically stuffed a magic tool into Zenyuan Maki, "Didn't I break your knife before? This is for you. In this way, we'll settle the matter, and don't ask me for compensation in the future."

"Ah... oh, um." Chanyuan Maki never expected that Saitama would suddenly hand her a magic tool, and subconsciously took it over, with a dazed expression on her face, "3q"

"that……"

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded from the side.He bent down to pick up a bow and arrow in the magic tool, and rubbed his chin with his fingers: "Saitama, where did you get these magic tools?"

The situation of the previous day appeared before Saitama's eyes.He looked away and scratched his head: "It's just...just self-defense."

"Is it possible to get so many high-level magic tools in self-defense?" Chanyuan Maki obviously didn't believe it, stroking the magic tools in his hand and said, "That's great, why haven't I encountered such a chance of self-defense?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at Saitama, put back the bow, and changed the subject: "By the way, have you read today's morning paper?"

"Oh, are you talking about what was reported in the "Curse Morning News" today?" Chanyuan Maki was slightly taken aback. "Invaded by unknown people" is the front page news today. The final investigation results seem to say that the intruders of the spell explanation meeting were two curse masters. They seemed to have internal strife midway and killed each other. Lost."

"No, no, what I want to talk about is other news."

Gojo Satoru picked up the half-read "Curse Morning News" on the table, and spread out one of them to Zenyuan Maki to read: "Maki, this is the news from the Zenyuan family. Come and take a look!"

"What?" Chanyuan Maki frowned, her face full of resistance, "I seldom interact with them now, don't let all the Zenyuan lace news be shown in front of my eyes."

"No, why don't you take a look." Gojo Satoru raised his hand to his mouth like a loudspeaker, and said in a very seductive tone, "Come on, come on, it's very interesting news."

"..." Chanyuan Maki was a little speechless, but still walked over with half-belief, took the newspaper from Gojo Satoru, and glanced at it.

"The son-in-law of the Chanyuan family was admitted to the hospital mysteriously. When he was admitted, he wrapped his whole body in a blanket and covered his head when he left the hospital. There may be some unspeakable secrets..." Chanyuan Maki chanted while complaining, "What kind of unspeakable secrets can that posturing guy have..."

"Hahaha..." Gojo Satoru caught off guard and took out his phone, and pointed the screen at Zenyuan Maki, "Here is the truth!"

Zenyuan Maki glanced casually.Then, her eyes behind the glasses suddenly opened wide, and the hand holding the drink can involuntarily squeezed hard, and the strong grip of Tianhe Manju suddenly squeezed the drink can into a fountain: "Pfft!"

The sprayed drink splashed towards Gojo Satoru, and was blocked from infinity again. Gojo Satoru pointed to the drink fountain and said like a child: "Wow, there is an indoor rainbow—"

Zenyuan Maki completely ignored the tricks of the white-haired people's teacher.She pointed at Gojo Satoru's phone screen and asked in amazement, "What is this?"

What I saw on Gojo Satoru's mobile phone screen was a close-up photo of Zenyuan Naoya's head.

In the photo, the son-in-law of the Chanyuan family's face smelled as if someone owed him tens of millions, and his handsome features were distorted.And what was exposed on his head was a piece of barren scalp.

Zenyuan Maki looked at the newspaper blankly, and muttered to herself: "What is this? Zenyuan Naoya is bald?"

"Well, maybe that's it." Gojo Satoru nodded fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Ugh..." Chanyuan Maki opened her eyes wide and let out an exclamation, but soon asked a question, "Who sent you this photo?"

Gojo Satoru took back the phone, glanced at the name of Rei Fuguya on the sender's list, and raised his legs complacently: "It's a public security insider that the teacher knows. How about it, are you envious?"

"It's about the same... But think about it carefully, Zenyuan Naoya is really very scheming, and he probably racks his brains all day long to maintain his character design..." Zenyuan Maki thought about it, "Thinking about it this way, It's not surprising that he went bald at a young age due to excessive brain use. He deserved it when he was discovered."

"By the way, Zenyuan Naoya also showed his face at the briefing yesterday, right?" Gojo Satoru asked, lying on the back of the sofa, "Does Saitama know anything about his hair?"

"Uh, this is..."

Saitama recalled the scene where Zenyuan Naoya’s hair was flattened due to his failure to save people in time. He couldn’t help but bald and sweat, and stared at the ground with a guilty conscience: “I’m not sure... Anyway, don’t ask me about these things. Are you two clear?"

Wujo Wujo said abruptly: "Oh, yes, I didn't have time to say it just now. That bracelet is actually not expensive, and it's okay if it's broken. Because I made it by myself, and it stores my spell power in it, so there is no flower at all. money."

Saitama turned around in a daze: "Huh?"