Yokohama High School of Magic

"Actually, ever since I found out about the existence of the Yokohama school, I have been thinking about: the composition of the Yokohama school, the time of existence, the geographical location... and so on."

Gojo Gojo spread his hands and confessed very easily: "But there is too little information, and I haven't done much research on this."

"But there's one thing about it that really intrigues me."

He overlapped his two index fingers in the air, making a 'fork' gesture, with a smile on his lips pointing.

"In the Yokohama school, as long as you have a strong strength, you have the right to speak, and the seniors are directly responsible. The binding force of the teachers is almost non-existent. It seems that there is no set of rules and regulations, resulting in an abnormally loose internal structure.

"—Well, of course, this is not meant to blame the Yokohama school. The two schools don't know each other, and I have no position.

"However, in a loose organization with no mandatory binding force, if a new member joins, he must be recommended and approved by one of them. Guiding and protecting the younger generation under the premise of self-interest, it is taken for granted that it is their duty.

"This kind of situation, if there is no idea ... or purpose that all members jointly maintain, it is impossible to exist."

He muttered regretfully: "If it is possible, I don't have to bother."

After muttering, he continued his topic: "Thinking of this, I spent a little time observing you and found a very interesting thing.

"All the teachers and students of the Yokohama school seem to have completely different styles of behavior, and even their own beliefs are completely opposite, and they have expressed strong personalities in various things."

Gojo Satoru removed the two crossed thumbs, turning them into two parallel directions.

"But in some respects, they maintain the same style of work strangely, and follow the same philosophy in various details."

……

Standing in front of Gojo Satoru, Natsume Soseki listened quietly, his eyes were light.

Standing behind everyone, Yosano Akiko's expression gradually became dull, and her pupils stared at the invisible little robot.

"...was sent...??"

Little robot: "Don't panic! The construction speed is not lost!"

Gojo Satoru continued: "When I first observed and found common ground, you showed completely different behavioral concepts. Not only did fierce collisions erupt, but also new students and new viewpoints were introduced. To be honest, At first, I was also very distressed, thinking that I was thinking too much.

"But with Qi Haihai's prompt, I started to discover something."

Two parallel fingers are retracted, and instead two fingers on one palm are stretched out.

"You seem to have a natural resistance to the existence of the outside world, and you are self-contained. Moreover, you don't regard your classmates, juniors, and teachers as 'companions' to fight together."

On this point, it is completely opposite to the other two schools that regard "companion" as their creed: even if it is not the same school, no matter how much they quarrel, in the face of emergencies, the two who are also conjurers will give basic trust, Together against the enemy.

"What do you mean?" An Geji frowned and asked back, clenching her wrists tightly.

Glancing at An Ge Ji, Gojo Satoru calmly expressed his guess: "Tell me a more fragmented and deeper description in my opinion.

"Rather than talking about 'companions' who agree with each other and leave if they don't agree, I feel more of a 'same kind' at the Yokohama campus.

"Because they are 'the same kind', they have completely different ideas but live in peace. Even if a fierce conflict breaks out between the two sides, they can still walk side by side."

Gojo Satoru turned to Natsume Soseki again, and gestured to Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya behind him: "They probably didn't realize it, they usually look at Yoshino Junpei—of course, without malice, and with guidance and acceptance, Especially in the Central Plains.

"However, no matter which one, the depths of the eyes seem to be looking at 'heterogeneous' who do not belong to their own group."

He pointed to his eyes and smiled flamboyantly: "My eyes are very sensitive."

There was silence.

Born to be dazzled: ...

...?

In his sluggish ears, a long-lasting system prompt sound gradually came:

[The construction rate of the Yokohama Metropolitan Higher School of Magic has risen to 30.00% [-]. 】

[The construction degree exceeds 30.00%, and a total of 300000 coins have entered your account. Your level has been raised to eight. I hope you will continue to work hard. 】

[The construction degree exceeds 30.00%, and the character cards all get different boosts. Due to the character characteristics of the character cards 'Akutagawa Ryunosuke' and 'Nakajima Atsushi', the open function 'Spell Link']

Five...five ceilings.

Horror!

But you read the question correctly, the beginning is correct, and the formula is correct.

Why did I get the wrong number...

No matter how sincerely he accepts it, Yoshino Junpei is an individual different from himself after all, and his eyes are naturally different when looking at himself (vest) and Yoshino Junpei.

As for the similarities in details, no matter how they act, under the premise of a low degree of fit, in the final analysis, he is alone, and there will naturally be similarities that he would not notice on weekdays.

The little robot also fell into a long silence.

"Actually, it's a little bit close, but the back is all off..." Tian Shengda's face was complicated.

"The construction rate has increased by a large margin. With such an increase, Wujo Satoru, the very important person, believes at least part of it, but not all of it." Seeing that the construction rate has increased by one-third, the little robot felt a little complicated for a while.

In psychology, there is a famous theory: it roughly means that when a person faces the same point of view, he will subconsciously believe the arguments integrated by his own information, but he will be suspicious of the information instilled by outsiders, and he will hardly even overthrow his own Argument again.

So Natsume Soseki abruptly retracted the words that came to his lips, and began to be silent: I have no attitude, what you said is right, anyway, I won't tell you.

You can accept my acquiescence now, and in case there are logical contradictions later, I will say that you are thinking too much.

"You mean... like the difference between a non-magician and a sorcerer?" An Geji asked hesitantly, giving an unsure example.

"Close, but not all." Gojo Satoru put away his hands and put his hands in his pockets, "It should not be such a rigid division, but some kind of common experience. You can ask 'Mr. Natsume' over there for details. , it happens that everyone is there."

However, 'Mr. Natsume' happened to close his eyes, looking like he was taking a nap.

An Ge Ji pursed her lips.

"But what does protection mean?" Zenyuan Maki, who had been listening nearby, frowned and said, "What exists to protect? Who will protect them from the Yokohama school?"

"It's just a concept." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "I guess it's a concept called 'Yokohama School'? For example, Zhongyuan, his strength can protect the 'kind', but correspondingly, he also needs the 'kind' protection of."

Zenyuan Maki instantly thought of the scene where Nakahara Chuya was covered with dirt just now.

"Mr. Natsume?" Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows and looked at Natsume Soseki, as if asking for proof.

Natsume Soseki held a staff in both hands, and responded calmly: "Mr. Gojo, you are very sharp."

There is no positive response from Born Dazzling, it is just this simple sentence, different people will hear different meanings.

But anyway, he was right, Gojo Satoru was indeed keen.

The eyes of the two meet in the air for a few seconds.

Gojo Satoru suddenly shrugged.

"Well, in short, since the Yokohama school solved it, I will let this guy go as you said."

He pointed at Hana Yu, and smiled implyingly: "'Balance', huh?"

Born to be dazzled: You continue, you continue, my script progress is slow and I can't catch up with you.

Under the silent eyes of everyone, Hua Yu slowly got up and disappeared instantly.

Ummer Girl clenched her wrist tightly, and her rounded nails pressed crescent-shaped marks on her skin.

Natsume Soseki quietly watched Hana leave, and sighed inaudibly.

A huge beam of light shoots upwards from the ground, surrounding the British man on crutches, the familiar sense of distortion strikes again, and the man who was standing still has disappeared.

Gojo Satoru stared at a certain direction for a long time.

After a while, he turned around and put on his old smile again: "Let's go, we should finish it too, it's not good to let the curse master walk away on campus. Diva, the students are counting on you. "

"So, the other party only showed one face from the beginning to the end?" Angeji walked towards the students, and she used 'the other party' to refer to Natsume Soseki who didn't know where she was at the moment.

"Isn't it good? The teacher in Yokohama school has a high appearance rate, and the other party has achieved his goal, and I have also verified my guess. Everyone is happy, everyone is happy~"

An Geji lowered her body to check the injuries of the students, and pursed her lips.

Oda Sakunosuke stepped forward and took the initiative to carry Nakahara Chuya on his back.

Osamu Dazai raised his head and complained, raised his hands and stretched his waist: "Ah - I'm so tired, take a rest."

Yosano Akiko blew on the nails of her fingertips, confirming that the students of the two schools in Kyoto and Tokyo were indeed not injured, which was a bit regretful.

The team battle on the first day of the sister school competition ended with Nakahara Chuya, a second-year student from the Yokohama school, exorcising the second-level curse spirit.

At present, Yokohama is temporarily leading by one point.

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"'balance'……"

In the temporary settlement provided by the friendship of the Tokyo school, Kenji Kamo recalled what Gojo Satoru had said in the daytime.

"Do you still want to?" Zenyuan Zhenyi yawned and passed by him, planning to go back to the temporary dormitory to sleep.In the morning, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei said that her skin had deteriorated, and Zenyuan Zhenyi, who was fighting with words, looked at herself in the mirror for a while, and planned to go to bed early today irritably.

Kenji Kamo, who was immersed in his own thoughts, ignored her.

Zenyuan Zhenyi let out a 'tss' and left without looking back.

"'balance'……"

"Oh? Kamo-senpai, haven't you gone to bed yet? Tomorrow is the solo battle. It's better to rest early."

Miwa Kasumi, who came with the headmaster of Rakuyan Temple, was a little surprised: it was rare to see Kamo Kenji in such a pensive look, he always felt calm and calm.

Instead, the headmaster of Leyan Temple took another look at him, recalling what Kenji Kamo told him in the afternoon.

He was fighting Curse Master outside the Tokyo campus, and missed a meeting with someone said to be in power at the Yokohama campus.

"You mean 'balance' in five mouths?"

Kenji Kamo was taken aback, then raised his head suddenly, "Yes, I have roughly figured it out, but still..."

The principal of Leyan Temple snorted: "That kid is talking about the balance between the magic world and the magic world."

His voice was a little old, but with a firm strength: "Absolute advantage is also a kind of instability. For the Yokohama High School of Conjuration, only conjurers and conjurers can compete with each other to achieve this balance." 'Find a stable way to stand in the middle."

His face became gloomy, and after leaving these few words, he looked away, turned around and left.

"headmaster!"

Milun Xia, who was still distracted, hurriedly followed.

Only Kenji Kamo, who was asked by almost everyone who passed by, was left alone in the corridor of the dormitory.

"Good morning, every body."

"Good morning, Chuya-senpai."

"Good morning, Chuya... Hara-senpai." Being misled by Atsushi Nakajima, Yoshino Junpei changed his words temporarily.

"Morning." Yosano Akiko faced the shiny tiles on the wall, put on her butterfly hair accessory, and straightened the brooch.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa buttoned his coat to the top button, stood beside Osamu Dazai, covered his mouth and coughed softly.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and let out a breath, with physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Oda Sakunosuke put his hands in the beige windbreaker and was the last one to arrive. He gestured in the direction of several people and said in a flat voice, "Good morning."

Nakahara Chuya leaned slightly towards Oda Sakunosuke, he straightened up, and glanced at everyone:

"Everyone, today is the second part of the individual competition. After drawing lots, it is roughly decided that today's theme is: [Volleyball]"

"Huh?!" Yoshino Junpei was shocked.

Yesterday, I don't know if it was his illusion. From a certain moment, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was leading the way, began to move out. During the period, he encountered a third-level magic spirit, but it seemed to have made many circles outside the forest.

Akutagawa-san... are you a bit blind...

Yoshino Junpei thought apologetically. He tried to speak a few times, but Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't answer him, so he had to keep his mouth shut and followed behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa, watching helplessly as the second circuit passed a familiar road. pile.

Youren said that something very important happened at noon yesterday, but he didn't know what it was.Looking for an opportunity to ask Dun Jun, Dun Jun said that he has been following Youren.

Yoshino Junpei didn't have a chance to ask his senior, so he could only hold it in his heart.

Until now, half of the sister school competition that had made him extremely nervous and sleepless all night was over, but now it was about to start the [volleyball] match that had nothing to do with spells.

It turned out that it was really an unimportant game... Thinking of Atsu-kun's comforting words before, Yoshino Junpei couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed.

He is not alone.

When the players from the other two schools came to the competition venue, they all had indescribable expressions on their faces.

"Hi~Hi~" The one with the highest interest was a certain white-haired strongest teacher, who stood in front of everyone and clapped his hands together, "Yes, everyone arrived in time! It seems that they are all looking forward to our highly anticipated [sister School volleyball game]!"

Several people were speechless, with subtle expressions.

Hiroto Hiroshi, who got the [Volleyball] lottery, clapped his hands: "I was pulled over by the volleyball club to save the game, but I know how to do it. How about you, Fuhei?"

Fu Heihui put his arms around his chest and nodded.

"Volleyball is so popular recently, almost everyone knows the rules." Nagasaki Yaqiangwei crossed the back of her hands, straightened her arms, and was eager to try.Yesterday, she and Zenyuan Zhenyi met in the second half, and before the winner was decided, she was stopped by the crow who notified the end of the game.

No matter what I say today, I will beat her to death!

Panda didn't care: "Well, will there be a competition?"

"Salmon." Curly the dog replied a little slowly, as if he was distracted.

Um?The panda followed the dog's gaze, "Chuya Nakahara from the Yokohama school. Are you concerned about what happened yesterday?"

"Salmon." The dog's voice was a little low.

"Apologize if you really care." Chanyuan Maki patted the dog on the shoulder, "At worst, we will accompany you."

"Salmon roe!"

The dog curly thorn breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and nodded sharply, shaking the white hair on his head.

On the occasion of the Yokohama school, when the game was about to start, Yoshino Junpei remembered and asked casually: "By the way, have you all played volleyball before?"

"No." Atsushi Nakajima simply shook his head.

"Volleyball." This kind of sports where the distance between people is extremely close, and you may encounter them "The next point of interest is--"

"Ah, let's talk."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have remembered something, clenched his fist with his right hand, hammered it on the palm of his left hand, and said enthusiastically: "Although the original purpose was not for this, but we both won yesterday, how about winning once today? You can still win in someone else's home game." Isn’t Kim this kind of thing super fun?”

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment, then corrected his expression, his gaze suddenly became oppressive, and his voice was solemn, as if he had taken over the most important task:

"Senior Dazai! I will definitely win!"

Nakajima was so speechless, he didn't know what to say for a while.

[The compatibility with Akutagawa Ryunosuke has increased to 27%]

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"Nishimiya save the ball!!"

Xi Gongtao turned around and ran away.

Then he hugged the ball with his hands.

The audience was silent.

"If you don't know the rules, tell me earlier!!!" An Geji, who had finally blocked the net, yelled in pain.

"Huh?! Isn't it just that you can't let the ball land? I didn't let him land!"

"Kyoto school holds the ball, fouls, Yokohama school gets one point~" Gojo Satoru, leaning on the scoreboard, gloated at his misfortune, and his tone was extremely awkward: "What should I do, diva~ I lost a point at the beginning~"

"To shut up!"

"The other side doesn't seem to know the rules." Zhongya Nakahara stood in the position of a free man and felt that he had hope of winning. Anyway, there was no one else in the Yokohama school's half-court except him and him and him and Yoshino.

Just asked about it, Yoshino Junpei also knows the rules, and has played with his mother a few times.

But in such a good situation, the important people around are standing around as if they don't want money. They are everywhere.

The opponent replaced the angry Nishinomiya Momo in the first game.

Several people from the Yokohama school cooperated extremely inexplicably. One of them, a boy with black hair and dyed hair, actually came on stage in a small suit. His eyes were astonishing, and he was watching every move of the Kyoto school during halftime.

Yokohama School had the upper hand visible to the naked eye, and Gojo Satoru happily flipped over Yokohama School's scoreboard.

"Diva~ I'm going to lose~"

"To shut up!!"

Utahime gritted her teeth, raised her hands, and stared at Ryunosuke Akutagawa's every move.

Obviously looks thin, but almost all the points Yokohama scored just now came from Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

She blocked a shot from Akutagawa Ryunosuke just now, and her hands are numb now.

The next ball is thrown high into the air.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the back of the black volleyball.

A pair of slender, pale hands that were still wrapped in bandages caught the volleyball. Osamu Dazai, who was standing at the setter's position, glanced at the opposite half of the court, without turning his head, and gently raised his fingertips.

In front of him, the jumping Ryunosuke Akutagawa had already made the movement of hitting the ball.

However, in the astonished sight of everyone, the volleyball was passed behind him.

There, the orange-haired boy jumped up high.

An Geji, who ran to the other half, watched helplessly as the volleyball was slapped high.

……That's too late!

boom!

Todo Aoi, with her upper body bare, lying on the ground, caught the volleyball with the inside of her palm.

One point for the Kyoto school.

"Todo! Well done!"

Looking at the excited half-court on the opposite side, Osamu Dazai cast his eyes faintly on Chuya Nakahara: "Chuya, it's so useless."

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed guiltyly, and forcibly held his respect: "Next time I will definitely not be caught."

"Really? Chuya?" Osamu Dazai looked vaguely, "I don't believe it~"

Zhong Yuan also had a vein on his forehead.

"Chuya——If you lose this one, I will blame you all. I managed to win yesterday, but you actually betrayed everyone's expectations——"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head guiltily just now, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Didn't I also win yesterday!"

"It's useless, Chuya~ Is it because you have been crawling in the mud for a long time and don't know how to jump? Although you are a slug, you may be saved if you try hard." Dazai Osamu pointed: "'Slug Beast Transformation !Slugs in the mud!'—and that sort of thing."

"Huh?! You... a flopping mackerel!!"

Fu Heihui looked at the Yokohama school who had clearly gained the advantage, but had a quarrel in the middle of the halftime, and remembered that he seemed to have praised their cooperation just now.

Fu Heihui: I withdraw.

"How should I put it?" Panda has accepted the Yokohama school for only a day, "Sure enough, it will become like this."

Ange Ji, who was still standing at her original position, seemed to have remembered something, turned her head suddenly, pointed her thumb at Yokohama School, and gestured frantically.

Sanlun Xia nodded seriously, and threw the volleyball in her hand high.

"Wait! Dazai-senpai! The ball is coming from the other side!"

"People... Nakajima! Don't come close!"

"But I have to save the ball if it flies this way!"

"...It's useless for you to stare at me!!"

Atsushi Nakajima went crazy.

Looking at the stadium that suddenly became chaotic, Gojo Satoru leaned on the scoreboard and whistled gloatingly.

[The compatibility with Akutagawa Ryunosuke has increased to 29%]

[The compatibility with Atsushi Nakajima has risen to 32%]

[Congratulations that your compatibility with the character Atsushi Nakajima has broken through 30.00%, a total of 30 coins have been credited to your account, and the rewards have been stored in the storage bar. I hope you will continue to work hard. 】

In the end, the chaotic situation ended with Principal Jingdu catching up from behind and winning with a big upset.

Post-match etiquette, the white-haired boy and the black-haired boy were in a state of disarray. Due to regulations, they had to stand together, but they stared at both sides at the same time, with an astonishing aura.

"It's a pity, I lost." On the contrary, as the starting point of the confusion, Osamu Dazai pretended to be indifferent, and falsely comforted: "Well, everyone, don't worry about it, try harder next time, after all, it's all the fault this time~"

As a representative, Nakahara Nakahara, who went to the front to shake hands with Ange Ji, only held four fingers of Ange Ji out of etiquette.

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Angeji watched as his other hand that was not shaken was clenched into a fist, and slowly lifted up.

"To-zai-!"