Yokohama High School of Magic

At the last moment, it was Oda Sakunosuke who stopped Chuya Nakahara, who had already hardened his fist.

The next game is the match between the Kyoto school and the Tokyo school.With all kinds of old and new enmities, this fight was extremely fierce.

Both sides are completely indifferent to playing volleyball. There is almost no cooperation in tossing the ball, and they rely on momentum and physical fitness to fight hard. The scene was very anxious for a while.

Tian Sheng dazzled for a while, multitasking, while letting Zhong Yuan Zhong also count beside the scoreboard, while running to find the little robot to see his reward for hard work.

"This feeling is like giving out bonuses at the end of the year." Looking at the string of zeros behind the screen, the naturally dazzling gaze brought the joy and relief of being a worker.

"You can use these coins to build the remaining characters." On the bench beside the court, the little robot rolled, "Your coins can already buy discounted red and orange spells."

"No." Natural Eyesight has its own considerations, "If you buy too expensive spells once, you will lose money, and you may not be able to find a suitable discount. The most cost-effective way is to buy the discounted purple spells."

The little robot obediently displayed the purple magic shop.

Looking at it, Tian Sheng Dao suddenly thought of something: "Can the same character use two kinds of spells at the same time? The ones from different sources."

"can."

Unlike Yosano Akiko's ability to be blinded by nature, she intends to buy a simple recovery spell, and the prerequisites for [Dying to Die] can be constructed through acting skills and language induction.

Atsushi Nakajima's panel has been greatly improved after the fit exceeds 30.00%, and the spell has also been promoted to blue by the system, and the combat power has skyrocketed, comparable to half a first-level conjurer.

Oda Sakunosuke's technique is inherently blinding. I already have a general idea, and I just wait for the follow-up to add related settings.

Only Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was born blind, has never been able to find a chance, because the mall is too expensive and doesn't offer discounts, and he can't buy the fancy spells, so that the original "Unintentional Dog" is very unrecognizable.

"It's much easier to use the spells at the same time."

[The one-time red technique 'Broken' x68 has been automatically stored in your locker. 】

[The purple spell 'Mimicry' has been automatically stored in your locker. 】

Looking at the zero that suddenly disappeared after the coin, Tian Tian dazzled and felt lost.

Akutagawa, you are so expensive.

Speaking of which, according to the setting, at this time, the more you look at the opponent, the more unpleasant you are, and you insist on thinking that the opponent is the reason for losing the game. In order to avoid a fight, at least one should go out.

Anyone can choose this candidate, but today's temperature is surprisingly high, and he is born blind and doesn't want to go outside in the shell of Ryunosuke Akutagawa. At least Nakajima can pull up his sleeves.

It was the intermission at this moment, and Angeji and Gojo Satoru were spamming each other across the Internet. The situation was fierce. Overall, Gojo Satoru had an obvious advantage.

The two teenagers on the side of the court stared at each other, and a corner of the boy's black jacket in a suit was raised strangely.

Fu Heihui, who was standing at the back of the court, saw this scene by chance, paused inaudibly, took a few steps back, and observed several people secretly.

The white-haired boy gritted his teeth and was about to make a tiger's hand shadow.

Sitting on the chair, Yosano Akiko turned her head and glanced at the two of them: "Do you want to get hurt?"

The two of them who were so imposing just now fell silent for an instant.

"..."

After being quiet for a while, looking at Ryunosuke Akutagawa faintly rekindling beside him, and Akiko Yosano who was on the chair with his back facing him, Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips, turned and left the gymnasium.

Gojo Satoru, who had a hippie smile, turned his head the moment he stepped out of the gymnasium, and raised his eyebrows towards the door.

Miwa Kasumi was on the sidelines trying to appease the Umba Girl who just wanted to throw the ball at that disgusting face across the way.

"What's wrong?" Panda was wearing a tracksuit specially prepared for him by Noctua Motha, and noticed Gojo Satoru's pause.

"The one from the Yokohama school went out, and it seems that there was a quarrel." Zenyuan Maki crossed her fingers and stretched her arms upwards. "Their school's corporate culture, 'daily internal conflict indicators' or something like that."

Gojo Satoru squeezed his chin, looked in the direction of the wide-open hall door for a while, and waved to Yuzu Yuhito who was on the bench: "Yourhito—can you help the teacher?"

"Okay!" Yuzu Yujin, who had long wanted to play, answered very quickly.

"Yu Ren, just hit the diva after you get on the court. The diva is too short to stop your ball."

"...Five. Articles. Enlightenment!!"

"Old, don't worry, teacher... Wait, teacher! The ball! The ball is about to burst!"

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Under the scorching sun, outside the gymnasium where there was faint noise, there was Xia Chan's clear and long chirping.

"Yo, Nakajima-kun."

"!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was drinking Fanta to relieve the heat, was taken aback and almost choked, "Wu... Wujo teacher?"

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru put a coin into the drink machine, and clicked the milk button with a sugar label, "Aren't you going to watch the game?"

"...It's a bit hot in the museum, so I came out to stay for a while." Nakajima Atsushi held the tin can in his palm, as if he had other reasons, but he didn't want to say it.

"in argument?"

Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips.

"If you don't like it, do you want to come to the Tokyo school?" Gojo Satoru smiled, and he couldn't tell if he was serious, as if he just said casually, "People here are super easy to get along with."

Shocked, he dug the wall face to face in front of the founder of the school.

Atsushi Nakajima pressed the tin can with his index finger, as if uncomfortable, "...Thank you, but no need." If I leave the Yokohama school, there will be no one but Junpei.

"Really, I think you are quite suitable for the Tokyo school." Gojo Satoru shrugged regretfully, but he didn't force it.

The beverage dispenser of the Tokyo school was placed in the shadow of the playground. At this time, the two stood side by side by the beverage dispenser, facing the endless playground.

The fake lawn on the playground is illuminated by the sun and looks like real grass. The buildings in the Tokyo school are generally not high. From here, you can see the distant horizon, with white birds hovering in the background of the indigo.

"Say it, Lord Dun."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, then looked over: "Yes."

Gojo Wu didn't look at him under the sunglasses, he pinched his chin, and his tone didn't mean anything: "Why did Dun Jun become a conjurer?"

"for what……"

Atsushi Nakajima looked distressed.

Gojo Satoru turned his head sideways: "Huh?"

"How to say... I don't seem to have thought about this problem yet."

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his face lightly, a little embarrassed: "I didn't intend to become a magician, but after Senior Dazai took me back, I can control my abilities, so I will help others, Eliminating curse spirits and the like... Is this a conjurer?"

"Forget it, that's what ordinary conjurers do." Wujo Wu put his hands in his pockets and changed the question: "Then Dun-jun, what do you think when you use your abilities for others?"

Atsushi Nakajima's expression was even more distressed, and it seemed that he had never thought about such a problem.

Gojo Satoru didn't urge him, he just stood there waiting quietly with the milk he just bought under his arm.

The sun baked the earth, and the water droplets on the wall of the Fanta tin can condensed and dripped into the shadow of the sun.

The boy's pupils formed by the condensed moonlight drooped slightly, as if he was caught in some kind of unspeakable emotional thinking.

Standing in the position of Atsushi Nakajima, combined with Atsushi Nakajima's experience in the original work, and what he once said.

Naturally blinded: Feels like doing reading comprehension.

He quickly made up his mind.

"because……"

The boy's voice was very soft, and someone's figure was reflected in his pupils in a trance:

"Because...the strength of a person exists to lend a helping hand to those who are struggling in the abyss of misery..."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment.

Soon, as if covering up something, he raised his head and waved his hands:

"But this is just my personal opinion, there is no reference!"

Gojo Satoru didn't respond.

He quietly stared at the young man in front of him, but his indigo pupils gradually reflected the shadow of his old friend.

The familiar old friend is smiling as always, holding a Fanta in his hand.It was very hot that day, and the two strongest were enjoying the coolness in the shade next to the playground.

The old friend's voice was full of laughter, passing through time and space, echoing in his ears in a slightly empty way:

'Anyway, no matter what you say, I will protect the non-artist.

'There's no reason, because I'm better than them, with abilities they don't have.

'That's all. '

Everything stopped that summer.

"Let's go back to the Yokohama school."

Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled, and his smile was as public as usual, "I regret it, the Yokohama school is more suitable for you."

"At least for now."

"Huh?" Atsushi Nakajima raised his head in a daze.

"Let's go, the game should be over." Gojo Satoru threw the milk he just bought into Atsushi Nakajima's arms, "I'll give it to you, drink more." He looked malnourished.

"……milk?"

"Go, go, go."

Gojo Satoru hooked Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder with his arms and led him towards the gymnasium.

Behind them, the lush grass is green and clear, but it smells of paint and plastic.

In the two-day competition for sister schools, on the first day of the competition, the Yokohama school Chuya Nakahara exorcised the second-level curse spirit and won an absolute victory.

On the second day of the game, after the Kyoto school upset the Yokohama school, it lost to the Tokyo school by three points—to be precise, it lost to the knotweed who said "only a little" but actually scored crazy Benevolence.

After a long discussion between the principals of the two parties and the unremitting troubles of a certain white-haired conjurer, plus a hint from the upper echelons of the conjuration world, this year's sister school competition trophy was awarded to the Yokohama school.

"Wow, I have to return it next year, it's so shabby." Osamu Dazai poked the wooden medal on the ground with a drawn out tone.

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed, forcibly ignoring the extremely oppressive sight of the headmaster of Leyan Temple not far away, and threw his arm back, giving Dazai an elbow, and lowered his voice to warn: "Dazai."

Osamu Dazai easily avoided Chuya Nakahara's elbow, and was about to taunt him.

"Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke called him calmly.

Osamu Dazai puffed his cheeks, but he didn't speak again.

"How did you do it?" Gojo Satoru was very interested when he saw this scene, and he looked at the first-year trio behind him very clearly, implying something.

When changing the sportswear, he found that the school uniform was gone. Kizaki Yaqiangwei, who had just brought it back, showed him an international friendly gesture with a blank expression on his face: "Death to the disqualified teacher."

Ignoring the movement behind him, Ye Mozhengdao cleared his throat, stood at the front and said: "Then according to the convention, next year's sister school competition will be held at the Yokohama school at this time, I hope the Yokohama school will do a good job in relevant preparations and pre-match preparations." .”

"Yokohama school..." Miwa Kasumi guessed in a low voice, "Could it be some kind of mafia building?"

"You'll know when you go." Zhenyuan Zhenyi twirled her black hair around her ears.

"That will have to wait until next year."

"uncertain."

Several people's eyes turned to Kamo Kenji who had a faint voice at the same time.

Kenji Kamo didn't open his eyes, remembering the documents that were sent to him last night, he frowned slightly.