Yokohama High School of Magic

"Then I'll pull you in—well, in this way, the 'Conjuration High School Teacher Group' has been formally established, Sahua Sahua, who are also high school teachers who teach and educate people, let us first give a brief introduction Treat yourself."

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist with one hand and coughed twice artificially: "As the initiator, let me briefly introduce a few words. The head teacher of the first grade in Tokyo School has been working for more than eight years. He studied under the 'Night Moth Teacher' over there. The magic world is the strongest."

In the end, he even gave a 'v'.

Gojo Satoru looked at Ange Ji with a grin.

So before Sakunosuke Oda opened his mouth, Angeji took the lead: "Angeji, the head teacher of the third grade in Kyoto School, has worked for more than ten years and studied under the principal of Leyan Temple.'"

The third person in the audience, Sakunosuke Oda, naturally received everyone's attention.

"..."

Born to be dazzled: I was definitely cast.

After being silent for a while, under the oppressive eyes of everyone, Oda Sakunosuke still opened his mouth: "Oda Sakunosuke, the head teacher of the first grade at Yokohama School, takes office."

His eyes swept over the others, "...half a year."

Ange Ji was astonished.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be a junior!" Gojo Satoru looked expectant: "Where's your teacher?"

Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a while.

At the same time, the three-colored cat gracefully walking through the woods flicked its left ear.

"...Natsume-sensei."

Natsume?

Several people silently recited the name in their hearts at the same time.

Yosano Akiko, who had been quietly observing the field of spells with her back to the crowd, suddenly said:

"Mr. Oda, there have been fluctuations in the spell domain of the Central Plains, can you come over and have a look?"

She turned her head sideways, her eyes swept across the crowd, her eyes were cold but threatening, pointing.

"Okay." Oda Sakunosuke strode over, breaking away from the topic just now.

With Yosano Akiko, she said she was an assistant in charge of treatment, but this aura... An Geji frowned slightly.

The black and red intertwined film is rippling with water-like mud in circles, as if something is about to burst out of it.

The few people close to the membrane felt something, and quickly backed away. The next second, a large number of fragmented white fragments rushed out of the membrane with something.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and even the ground shook.

The giant tree that had withstood the impact of Hua Yu fell down with a groan, and the branches and leaves rubbed against the ground to make a messy chattering sound.Huayu and the giant tree fell together, struggling to stand up several times, but the cracked body kept shattering, and the large and small pieces disintegrated like fallen leaves.

On the other side of him, the orange-haired boy was no longer the same as he had seen during the day.

Ominous lines spread all over the body, and the human figure covered in black and red was gasping for breath, shaking uncontrollably, not so much as a human being, but more like a curse spirit following its nature.

The oncoming ominous aura made An Ge Ji subconsciously lift up the fingers holding the spell, her fingers tightened, and her white knuckles crumpled the paper, but she didn't realize it at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong also just stepped forward.

The voice of the little robot sounded in his head:

"'Hua Yu' is an important person, and important historical events will be introduced in the later period. Please save 'Hua Yu' for a period of time if necessary."

Born to be unbelievable: "??? Then how do I make it up? You said earlier that I would let the other side go. Now that Wujou has come, what can I do?"

The little robot froze for a few seconds, his tone was still steady, but he could hear a bit of lack of confidence in it: "I'm very sorry, those who agree, the system notification has just been issued, and I will apply for compensation for you."

"It's not compensation or no compensation—"

"Try to get you a compensation of no less than 100 million coins."

"That's all right."

Born to catch the offensive.

It's not that I want to hard-write the script, it's because the other side gave too much.

So he controlled Osamu Dazai to walk towards Nakahara Nakaya who was in a state of madness.

"Dangerous! Come back!" Noctua Masamichi frowned and shouted, wanting to call Dazai Osamu back.

As the headmaster, his sense of responsibility prevented him from just ignoring an underage conjurer.

However, under the astonished gazes of several people, Osamu Dazai waved his hands without looking back, and approached Nakahara Nakaya, who was obviously in a state of madness at this time, easily as if strolling in the courtyard.

Even though his body was trembling in pain, and it looked like he was about to be swallowed by filth all the time, Zhongyuan Zhongye seemed to be trying his best to maintain the sanity that finally belonged to a 'human', allowing the black and red lines to surge without any attack.

Osamu Dazai's footsteps stopped in front of Chuya Nakahara, and the distance between the two was less than an arm's length.

The existence wrapped in filth only showed half of the face, the black-red pupils moved up and shook, and the chaotic eyes were aimed at Osamu Dazai in front of him.

Osamu Dazai had no expression on his face, as if he was just thinking.

What exactly he was thinking, no one knows.

There was silence everywhere, and no one disturbed me.

Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth slowly, his originally clear voice was hoarse like a crow's crow before dying: "Tai...zai..."

"Actually, it's easier to fully immerse yourself in it."

Osamu Dazai's voice was soft, rarely without any hint of mockery.

The young man struggling on the edge of the chaotic cliff couldn't understand what he meant, and an inhuman roar overflowed from his throat.

The iris-colored pupils quietly reflected the filthy boy, deep down filled with confusion about something.

"never mind."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have given up deep thinking, and returned to his usual state: "It's time to get off work~"

His palm touched Nakahara Nakaya's bare wrist behind the glove.

In everyone's eyes, the Central Plains, who had fallen into madness, seemed to be appeased by something. The ominous lines all over the body started from the skin where the two touched, and retreated quickly until all the filth was subsided.

Watching this scene quietly, Gojo Satoru who stood quietly recalled what Oda Sakunosuke once said:

'If Nakahara and Dazai are together, they won't lose. '

Not far from him, An Ge Ji, who was already on high alert, saw the orange-haired boy showing his original appearance, and hesitantly put down her hand.

Nakahara Chuya lost consciousness and staggered towards Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai took a step to the right to avoid the fallen Nakahara Chuya, but he held onto his shoulder casually, hooking up Taki's hat with his right thumb.

The hat dangled from his thumb.

Osamu Dazai sighed, and complained in a drawn-out tone: "In the end, I still have to work."

The distressed young man with fine wounds all over his body was placed on the soft grass by him, and the corners of his black suit were covered with traces of mud and grass juice.

Holding his chin and looking at Chuya Nakahara who was lying on the ground for a while, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and folded his hands on his abdomen. The black hat covered his face, and only the orange hair protruded from the brim of the hat.

If Chuya Zhongya was surrounded by flowers, it would be a simple on-site funeral.

Osamu Dazai patted his knees and stood up when he was done.

The ominous atmosphere that weighed heavily on everyone faded away. Several students gasped heavily and struggled to stand up from the ground. It seemed that they had received a mental shock, but there were no signs of physical injury on their exposed skin.

Yosano Akiko's gaze was somewhat regretful.

Ye Mo Zhengdao, who was still silent at first, saw this scene by chance, and got closer to the students without saying a word.

"Although I want to ask what happened inside of you." Gojo Satoru put away all his expressions, and walked towards Hanayu whose body was disintegrating, "but we'll talk about it after we've dealt with it."

"Are you going to kill him?"

The blue ball on the finger is like a small black hole, greedily attracting the surrounding light and gas.Gojo Wu slightly turned his head: "Actually, he was captured alive, but, well, after all, it was the curse spirit that you crushed, do you want to take it away?"

"Is not likely to."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, obviously smiling, but his expression was a little subtle, as if he had seen through everything and felt bored.

"Although I am in favor of killing him, 'the one' will probably let him go without incident."

Because the little robot asked for it.

"That one?" An Geji repeated in doubt.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he stretched out his index finger with a smile, and pointed at her.

On the tall tree he pointed at, a three-colored cat raised its head, quietly looking down at the human beings looking up.

……cat?

Only Wujo Satoru, who has six eyes, saw something was wrong.

The brown cat's eyes and the blue eyes met for a second in the air.

The three-flowered cat raised its front feet, and landed lightly and gracefully on the ground in front of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai took a step back. He didn't show any respect to this school or other schools, and he actually leaned down slightly as a salute.

In the next second, the light is distorted, and some kind of fluctuation even rewrites reality.

The three-flowered cat that originally existed here disappeared out of thin air, and instead, a man dressed in British clothing stood in front of everyone holding a cane.

He stood in front of Nakahara Nakaya who was in a mess and stood in front of Dazai Osamu who was vigilant by everyone, subtly like a protector.

"Everyone, you have worked hard."

Like an English gentleman in the last century, his voice is full-bodied, with a little Kansai accent.

Looking at the man in front of him, Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

Immediately, he immediately stretched out his hand from his pocket, put his hands on the line of his trousers, bent down, and saluted the man in British costume: "Where, you are!"

Yosano Akiko who was beside her put her hands together and bowed too.

What, what's going on.Angeji looked around in astonishment, it was the first time she saw the students of the Yokohama School respect their elders so much.

As the most qualified to speak among all the people present, Noctua Masamune observed the man quietly for a long time through his sunglasses, and was the first to speak: "Are you the principal of the Yokohama school?"

However, to his surprise, the man shook his head:

"Just a retired old man."

Combining what Oda Sakunosuke said before, Gojo Satoru raised his left hand and said casually, "Mr. Natsume."

The man turned his head to him.

Ah, you guessed it.

Gojo Satoru folded his four fingers together, and pointed his thumb back at Hanayu, who kept dropping the debris: "Let's not mention the rest, according to what Dazai-san said, how do you plan to deal with this? After all, the Yokohama school will solve it. Mantra, the Yokohama school has priority."

His words acquiesced that the person in front of him was the ruler of the Yokohama school.

At least one of those in power.

Natsume Soseki spoke freely, as if he was saying that it was no big deal: "The old man's plan is to let him go."

Osamu Dazai behind him shrugged with a 'look' expression.

Natsume Soseki glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye.

Osamu Dazai immediately put away all redundant expressions, pretending nothing happened.

"Why?" An Geji asked incomprehensibly, "This is a special-level curse spirit. If it is released, it will directly and indirectly kill countless people. Now that everyone is here, it is the safest way to deal with it directly."

"Do you have any plans?" Ye Mo Zhengdao thought of other possibilities instead, "Use him to attract other special-level spells? Indeed, recently there have been many special-level spells that have not been discovered before, and the Tokyo school is also working on them." related investigations."

Instead, Gojo Satoru, who had been smiling all the time, seemed to have noticed something, and gradually put away his smile.

"Unfortunately." Natsume Soseki tapped his cane lightly with his fingers, "The purpose of Yokohama School's existence is not to protect non-magic masters and exorcise curse spirits."

His voice is not serious, and the Kansai accent makes the end of the sentence rise:

"After the revolution, the current Yokohama school exists only to protect" Yokohama.

However, a voice interrupted him.

"—to protect the existence within?"