Yokohama High School of Magic

[Orange one-time technique 'Shock' has been consumed]

...!

The blue hair fluttered and drooped in the air.

At the original position, in front of Atsushi Nakajima, the combined figure of the man standing here disappeared in a matter of milliseconds, leaving only a few wisps of hair floating in the air.

The room was quiet, and the three people present did not speak, but their moods were completely different.

The real person moved from the original position between Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai in a straight line to the other corner of the room in an instant. At this moment, the distance between him and the other two became like a triangle.He lost all expression, standing at the corner of the triangle, the closest to another window in the room.

His face, which was stitched together by stitching lines, slowly tore a small bloodstain near the left ear.

An extremely slight smell of blood permeated the room.

"Who are you."

The real person's expression was cold, and his eyes fixed on Dazai Osamu like a snake letter spit out by a poisonous snake in the shadows.

He sensed it, and he couldn't dodge the understated blow just now - it was just a flimsy warning.

The boy standing by the window didn't seem to have done anything, he raised his hand, covered his mouth and yawned, wiping away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

His face was pale, his kite hair was disheveled, and his bandage-wrapped wrist was so fragile that it seemed that it could be easily broken, and he was surrounded by the coldness and chaos that wandered in the world.

However, in the next second, the eye that was not covered by the bandage slowly lifted up.

How to describe the sight of that second, it is a glance cast by the executioner who blocks the sun, and it is an unfeeling gaze under the deep sea.

It seemed that at that moment, the positions of hunter and hunter were reversed.

Like the third person who didn't see the room at all, a young man with iris hair and bandages sat cross-legged on the window sill, with his chin resting on his palms, his face careless:

"Dun-jun, it seems that it takes a long time to ask you to come out to buy a Coke every time. Have you done the work that senior entrusted you with?"

"Senior..." The sweat on his forehead slid down the side of his face, Atsushi Nakajima tried his best to calm down the rapid heartbeat caused by [heart overload], he gritted his teeth, and carried his heavy body towards Osamu Dazai Bowed: "I'm very sorry."

Osamu Dazai quietly looked at the white-haired boy who couldn't help panting, his eyelashes slightly drawn back.

After a long while, in the still beating heartbeat of Atsushi Nakajima, in the silence of the room, the kite-haired boy spoke, his tone obviously not fluctuating, but even the real person in the distance could feel the coldness hidden beneath it:

"Dun Jun, the revolution has just ended, so cherish the opportunity that seniors gave you to go out freely."

The young man with a careless face slowed down his tone, and asked the second half of the sentence at the end of the question: "Or, Dun Jun feels that he is already strong enough to not need the senior?"

"No!" Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously denied, and quickly raised his head.

"So?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked, "It's far away from the school. Could it be that Atsu-kun is here to help me buy a limited edition Coke?"

"……I"

Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth, and moved his gaze to the third person in the room.

"Ah, it's finally my turn." In just this period of time, the real person has forcibly adjusted his mood.

No matter who the opponent is, under what circumstances, calmness is always a necessary prerequisite in combat.

The body of an adult man is stronger than the two teenagers, but Masato put on a friendly smile as if he didn't want to meet Osamu Dazai and wanted to negotiate: "Hello~ You are so strong, it's a curse!" Is it a magician?"

"Hello, hello~" Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the edge of the marble bed, waved his hand like a beckoning cat, and greeted him in an extremely perfunctory manner. He looked thoughtful and said, "A half-magician?"

"Half? What is the other half, a curse spirit?" Dazai chatted with Osamu Dazai with a harmless expression.

"No..." As if thinking of something, Osamu Dazai clenched his right hand and hammered the palm of his left hand, and looked at Atsushi Nakajima with a little interest: "That slug can say that? The half-curse spirit and half-curseman" A defective product from the twisting experiment~"

Before the end of the character '品' came down, Masato who had found a sneak attack opportunity because of Osamu Dazai's turning his head had already landed beside him.

Originally, he didn't take a little conjurer to heart, and the real person didn't bring too many human souls with him when he came. However, the real person didn't notice the [shock] of Osamu Dazai just now, until he felt the wound on the side of his face , Only after realizing that he was attacked, he retreated quickly.

This made Zhenren make a strong evaluation of Osamu Dazai in the first second. Under vigilance, Zhenren chose to directly touch the opponent's soul to seize the opportunity.

He wanted to move behind Osamu Dazai and change his soul when the other party didn't respond, but Osamu Dazai closed the window behind him when he came in. He couldn't sneak attack from behind, so he had to retreat and attack from the side.

In a very short period of time, Osamu Dazai never looked back.

...Succeeded?

The fingertips were about to touch Osamu Dazai's skin, and the boy in front of him had no intention of responding, as if he really couldn't respond, and was about to be made into a living experimental subject by a real person.

but why? ...

Everything was supposed to be going well, but the uneasiness in Zhenren's heart became more and more turbulent.

Real people are too fast.

Like a guess in Zhenren's heart that was vetoed by himself, in fact Osamu Dazai didn't react at all.

However, the second the skins touched, [Gluttony] was activated, and the vitality and magic power rushed out like a river bursting a bank.

As if the process of walking on the road of death has been artificially accelerated, and the feeling of fear of being about to face death face to face, the real person who retreated suddenly mistaken it for the arrogance that belongs to the strong alone.

As if soaked in the deepest part of the mud, maliciousness and the coldness of facing death pierced into the cracks between the joints of the bones, and the mud climbed up the surface of the spine, leaving a feeling of numbness and fear along the way.

In less than a second just now, almost two-thirds of Daoist's magic power was taken away, and he lost a lot of vitality and magic power in an instant, making him weak.

This time it was Masato's turn to sweat coldly on his forehead, leaning against the window, watching Dazai Osamu's every move.

"...It's surprising that there is an existence like you in the magic world besides Gojo Satoru." He forced a smile from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously he didn't need a heart, but he suddenly heard his heart beating faster and faster.

thump.

thump.

Like the footprints of the god of death getting closer.

why!

There is such a degree of existence in the magic world, why didn't Xia Youjie give him any information!

"Gojo Satoru?" Osamu Dazai propped his face, with a weird look on his delicate face.

How can I compare with Gojo Satoru...

Calmly and quickly looking for a way to escape, the real person pretended to be humble and begging for mercy.He speaks very fast and can be called chattering, as if he is afraid that Osamu Dazai will lose his patience and kill himself easily:

"What do you want? If you spare my life, I can give you anything. You are a student, right? Isn't it a pity to be dominated by a teacher with such power? If you want, I can help you control spells World, think about it, when the time comes, you can do whatever you want without restraint, and I can also help you control the magic spirit. With the magic spirit and your power, you can turn the current rules upside down, and you can make the whole world crawl on its knees. under your feet!"

However, in the eyes of the real person, Osamu Dazai just looked at him quietly with his face propped up, as if looking at an inanimate and inorganic object, without the slightest emotion in his eyes.

Like seeing through, but also like not caring.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, but it was another person who called: "Dun-kun."

"Yes."

In everyone's sight, the kite-haired boy landed lightly, without the slightest sound between his toes and the floor.He stood up and patted his overlong suit jacket, "Did you get the fingers of Su Nuo on both sides?"

"Yes... I'm here."

Always paying attention to Osamu Dazai's reaction, the real person interjected, with a flattering voice: "Do you want the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo? I can help you, I know the whereabouts of at least ten fingers."

He had been looking for loopholes in the 'tent' before, but the scattered mana returned to the main body, but with the message that it was 'absolutely impossible' to escape.

The real man finally took on some real fear.

Nakajima calls it the fear of an imminent rollover.

Osamu Dazai glanced at Masato, "Well... there's no need, I'm not interested in the two-faced Su Nuo's fingers."

He folded his fingers and palms outward, stretched his arms upwards, stretched his waist, and said lazily, "I have no intention of killing you either."

One is that he is also afraid of overturning the car, not to mention that this is only an hour-long trial version of [Gluttony]. If a real person tries to subdue Osamu Dazai with physical means, he will find that the boy who is "so terrifying" and "on the same level as Gojo Satoru" in front of him has not punched him.

It is all thanks to Osamu Dazai's strong acting skills that he has been able to do so well until now.

The second is that just now he showed a little killing intent, the little robot hesitated to stop it, and asked it why, the little robot was also very entangled, unable to pay attention, saying that other important people would be drawn behind the real person, but not sure In the end is not a necessary condition.

But that being said, the play still needs to be performed.

"...Senior!" Atsushi Nakajima, who had been guarding the door of the room, raised his head suddenly, showing an anxious and panicked look: "There is still——!"

"I can't do anything!" In the bottomless sea, I finally grabbed a floating board for survival. The real person interrupted Atsushi Nakajima, tried his best to grasp the hope of survival, and squeezed out a sincere expression, eyes He stared at Osamu Dazai without blinking, and slowly backed away step by step, "The woman and child outside, I won't even move them, I will cast a curse, do nothing, and will never do it again One step closer!"

"That's what he said." Osamu Dazai shrugged and elongated his tone carelessly, "Don't be so serious, Atsu-kun."

"senior!"

Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth, unwilling to let go of the curse spirit and leave like this.

——But in my heart, I asked Silian to the little robot: "You've opened the 'account', has the real person left? How about the Yoshino family? Has the real person gone far?"

"Opened. Run away. The Yoshino family is safe and sound. At least the real person is out of my sensing range."

"Great!"

Indeed, as the little robot said, the blue-haired man standing by the window disappeared the moment the 'curtain' was closed.

The real person is gone, but the conscientious actor Tian Dao decided to continue the role-playing, after all, no one knows if there is anyone watching from afar.

Specifically referring to the six eyes on the ceiling of a certain supermodel.

So Atsushi Nakajima stood by the door, gritted his teeth and lowered his head unwillingly, because his hands were clenched so hard that his joints turned white.

Seeing this scene, Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his back, leaned his upper body forward, and leaned in front of Atsushi Nakajima, with dissatisfaction in his words: "Don't look like this, Nakaya saw it and wanted to wrong me for bullying you. I clearly Caring for the younger generation, I was worried that you would be out for too long, and even ran out to find you in the middle of the night."

"Yes..." Atsushi Nakajima tried his best to pull himself together, but he couldn't easily erase his unwillingness, so he buried his head to hide the unwillingness in his eyes, and said in a dull voice, "I'm causing you trouble..."

One person and one tiger in front of him shrugged their heads at the same time. Osamu Dazai was about to speak when he heard the warning from the little robot.

"The important person Gojo Satoru is observing. 'Atsushi Nakajima' has been frozen for three days due to [Heart Overload]."

"I guessed it." As expected of me.

So he flicked his wrist, walked up to Atsushi Nakajima and squatted down, propped up his chin with one hand, and looked at Atsushi Nakajima's eyes behind the white hair because he lowered his head from the bottom up, and said softly:

"Not reconciled?"

Atsushi Nakajima was startled, met Dazai Osamu's eyes, and reflexively took half a step back, "I..."

"Think senior's decision is wrong?"

"No!" Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously denied it, but his voice lacked confidence, as if he really thought so in his heart, but he couldn't violate the authority of his predecessors.

"It's okay, just speak up, Atsushi-kun." Osamu Dazai rested his elbows on his legs, raised his head, casually, and did not speak out what Atsushi Nakajima was thinking, "Anyway, you will be punished if you say it or not." .”

"..." Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head, bit his lower lip fiercely, did not look into Osamu Dazai's eyes, and clenched his hands into fists on the sides of his legs, "I thought... I..."

Osamu Dazai looked at Atsushi Nakajima's hairy head for a while, with an indifferent expression.

However, after a long while, where Atsushi Nakajima couldn't see, he sighed softly, with no intention of hiding the helplessness on his face.Osamu Dazai pushed his elbows hard and stood up on his knees. He has already changed back to the familiar Dazai-senior in "weekdays" that Atsushi Nakajima is familiar with.

"From tomorrow onwards, go back and ground your feet, Dun Jun, you don't report to your seniors before you go out and rush over so recklessly, you know it's dangerous, right?"

"...I see." Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head even more.

Following the line of sight that the little robot just pointed out, Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly.

So the man thousands of miles away, who was watching the development here with great interest, was slightly taken aback, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"It was discovered." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, "The upper grades can ground the lower grades, and they have to report to the seniors in case of emergencies. Is it because the seniors are more strict, or is it simply because the child is strong enough?"

Or is there some kind of danger for students who are not strong enough to go out alone?

There was a last possibility that he kept silent.

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's timely appearance that night and his vague intention of protecting the younger generation, he raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest: "But that kid, he still cares about the younger generation."

Gojo Satoru, thousands of miles away, naturally didn't know what Dazai Osamu was thinking. He was facing Junpei Yoshino, who was hiding behind the door with his head exposed.

"Dun...!"

Gripping the handle of the utility knife tightly with both hands, the pale but resolute young man looked warily at Osamu Dazai who suddenly appeared in the room, "Who are you...that person just now."

Unable to go out, and with no cell phone signal, Yoshino Junpei didn't want to trouble his friend who was fighting against abnormalities in the house. Even if the feeling of powerlessness filled his heart, he could only hug his mother and hide in a hidden place as far away from the house as possible.

It wasn't until just now that a strange intuition told him that there was no such strange fluctuation in the house, so he mustered up the courage to find the weapons he could find, and tentatively came in to check the situation.

"Junpei." Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, and quickly stood up on one leg, "Just now that person... ran away, this is my senior."

"Senior?" Yoshino Junpei repeated in a daze. He subconsciously avoided the third person in the room who subconsciously frightened him, and looked at the white tiger lying on the floor licking its fur.

"Well... this, it's complicated."

Atsushi Nakajima stood there, hesitated for a long time, and explained the concept of spells to Junpei Yoshino, but the time was too short and the explanation was very vague.

"The magic world has established schools in Tokyo, Kyoto, and Yokohama. I am a first-year student at the Yokohama Metropolitan High School of Magic. This is my senior, a second-year student."

Osamu Dazai drifted towards the sofa, and collapsed on the sofa of Yoshino Junpei's house in a very familiar way. His expensive coat was wrinkled behind him, and his short kite-colored hair was messily spread out. She looks sleepy, and has no intention of participating in the conversation between the two.

Yoshino Junpei lowered his head, his face was frighteningly pale.In just one night, his mature view of the world received an indescribable impact, and he even felt the fear that his life and the lives of those he valued were threatened for the first time.

And in the face of all this, his surging sense of powerlessness.

"However, Atsu." He raised his head, unexpectedly, with an indescribable smile mixed with gratitude on his face: "Thank you, you took the risk to come here specially to rescue mine?"

"But... Will this kind of thing happen again in the future?" Borrowing the tiger's perspective, Nakajima Atsushi could see the strong-faced boy with his trembling right hand behind his back.

Atsushi Nakajima was speechless.

He was silent for a while, and finally only replied "Sorry" in a low voice.

Yoshino Junpei raised his head, with a forced smile on his face, "Atsushi, you don't need to apologize, it's not your fault, you saved me, didn't you?"

"..."

"……Feel sorry."

The words that popped up in my mind were the words when I imagined inviting Yoshino Junpei to join Yokohama High School, but at this moment, here and now, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't say a word.

It was something more serious than he had ever imagined.

Atsushi Nakajima was silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth, but what he was about to say was to ask Yoshino Junpei to study at the Tokyo High School of Conjuration.

The Tokyo school has a long history, and the strongest person, Gojo Satoru, is a better choice than the half-baked 'Yokohama school'.

However, at this time, Yoshino Junpei thought of his unwillingness to face bullying, his bewilderment and panic when the three of them died miserably in the cinema, and the self who just stood by his mother's side but could do nothing.

He also thought back then, in the corner of the school, in front of him, who was filled with dark emotions, he broke through the smiling face of the gray-haired boy with his own strength.

"...Dun."

Atsushi Nakajima looked over seriously, and he saw that the swaying in the handsome young man's eyes was gradually replaced by firmness, as if he had spent a lifetime of courage.

Yoshino Junpei and Atsushi Nakajima looked at each other, and he took a deep breath.

Finally, he bent his upper body, bowed, opened his mouth, and his voice landed loudly:

"Please let me join Dun's school!"

"I don't want to be powerless like today, please give me the strength to protect the people around me!"

"Please teach me spells!"