Yokohama High School of Magic

"You're overdrawing your body."

The voice of mechanical weaving does not have any fluctuations, as if it is narrating the facts.

"Noisy."

This nonchalant attitude of Akutagawa Ryunosuke deeply struck Yokokichi who was thousands of miles away, making his arm stiff for a moment.

Compared with the pale boy just now, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and the end of the black suit jacket elongated strangely, turning into two sawtooths with red light, and biting towards the mechanical pill quickly.

The mechanical pill propped up the glass wall on the right, and bounced back to the other side with its strength, avoiding the attack.

The evaded sawtooth bites fiercely, the blue-purple-red stained glass shatters, and the bright sunlight from outside pours into the corridor, dispelling the original silence and dullness.

The blue sky was clear and cloudless, and the sound of the white dove spreading its wings became clear instantly.

The two stood facing each other in the shadows where the sun could not shine, like hounds hiding in the dark who had discovered each other.

"We don't need to fight."

Yu Xingkichi forced himself to calm down. He controlled Jijimaru to stand up straight, and looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke again, "It's a troubled time now, and it's the right thing for all schools to work together to build a protection system."

"You seem to care a lot about the defense system."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's voice was emotionless.

Yuuki's heart stopped beating for a moment.

He was silent for half a second, and when he spoke again, there was no abnormality on the mechanical face, avoiding Akutagawa Ryunosuke's question: "The fight between you and me here is meaningless, it's just internal consumption. "

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't respond, and what answered him was black spears covering the sky.

Yuxingji's face darkened, and he controlled the curse to roll back to avoid the spear, but the black spear seemed to be endless, protruding from the shadows one after another.

In order to avoid the oncoming spear, the Mechanical Pill happened to pass by the area under direct sunlight while rolling backwards. The sun's rays pierced his eyes unobstructed, making him feel a bit of burning pain.

Jiwan subconsciously avoided the sunlight.

suppressed.

Zhijiwan's heart sank, and he raised his hand again.

Since the other side didn't show any sympathy, and didn't care about the damage to the surrounding buildings, Zhijiwan naturally didn't intend to hold back any more.

The white ball condensed in his palm again, but this time the ball danced with an arc, and the light was even distorted around it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stood behind the light cast by the hole in the wall of the flower window, and looked at him quietly sideways, without any intention of dodging.

Even though his face was much paler than before.

……

Yuxingji's cold eyes seemed to be irritated, and the sharp friction sound of the rear teeth was heard for a moment, although he didn't even notice it.

In the next second, the white ball exploded.

The white arc light around the ball illuminates its path, and the mana output from it is terrifying, as if it wants to destroy all the existences in its path.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't dodge, his pupils reflected the white ball that was getting closer.It seems that because of the light cough just now, his voice is still slightly hoarse: "Rashomon."

bass.

There was a crisp sound like teeth clenching.

The black behemoth spread red light, chewing the white ball into pieces in the air.

Fragments flew and spread lightly to the surrounding area.Immediately there was a violent impact.

Explosions sounded one after another, and the entire building shook slightly. Large pieces of colored window glass shattered, and the glass shards and broken stones fell down together, brushing the sides of the two people who were rapidly approaching.

boom.

The black giant beast and the condensed ball of mana impacted again.

The fluctuation caused the glass walls of the entire corridor to shatter at the same time, and sharp fragments of different colors flew in the air, reflecting Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pale and unnatural side face for a moment.

The shards of glass all over the sky fell to the ground and shattered, and the sound of pieces spread into waves, like the sound of falling rain.

As a quasi-first-level conjurer, Jiwan was standing where he was originally standing. The place where his two arms were located was empty, leaving only an upright body.

In front of him, the black-haired boy had fierce eyes, but his face was as pale as paper, as if he was about to fall and shatter with the glass shards in the next second, standing precariously on the edge of the cliff.

"Meaningless."

It was clearly a mechanical voice with no ups and downs, but the mechanical pill seemed to be squeezed out of this sentence from the throat.

"Because there is an excellent and healthy body without any extra burdens, it is very light, right?"

Gritting his teeth with Xingji, he clenched his hands tightly into fists, and finally couldn't restrain the jealousy that came from nowhere, and seemed to vent his anger at his powerless hatred:

"Because there is no burden, so it doesn't matter if you overdraw your body in exchange for mana power and use it in such a meaningless battle?"

He gradually couldn't control his emotions, and his voice became hoarse: "You are very proud?! You take everything for granted, so it doesn't matter how unscrupulous you are?!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was being yelled by Jijimaru, didn't show any expression.Even though the eyes of the two were at the same level, he seemed to be standing on a high place looking down at the out-of-scale mechanical pill, and these words did not arouse his interest at all.

His gaze was as cold as looking at a dead man.

——Because the natural blindness under the skin has fallen into a daze:

"Why did you get angry in the name?"

The little robot seems to have no entity, and broken glass slag passes through his body, "The important person and Xingji, who carry the 'heaven and curse' that greatly increases the output of spell power, will cause the body to collapse. "

Naturally blindfolded: "Then I'm playing disco at Thunder Point."

The little robot didn't answer, which probably meant the default.

So Tian Shengda suddenly apologized in his heart: I'm sorry, not only did you dance at your thunder point, but also made you a tool for my left and right hand fight between my vests.

Although, the play still has to go on.

The crisp chirping of birds resounded through the shattered glass in the dull corridor.

"Wow, there's so much movement."

The sound of leisurely footsteps sounded along with the birdsong. The bandaged boy put his hands in the pockets of his coat and stepped on the shards of glass all over the floor.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had originally looked coldly like looking at a dead person, suddenly changed his attitude, and bowed respectfully to him, "Senior Dazai."

Osamu Dazai gave an 'hmm' with a half-smile, shifted his gaze from Ryunosuke Akutagawa to Jijimaru not far away, and elongated his tone, "So, this classmate, did you come here for a walk?"

Xingji used his breath to calm down the ups and downs of his emotions, and slowly read out the person's name:

"Osamu Dazai."

In the Yokohama school, the 'student' who fears everyone who knows its existence.

The head made of mechanical pill metal has no expression function, and outsiders cannot see his emotions at the moment.

However, Osamu Dazai seemed to be interested: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Jiwan fell into silence.

"It's okay, let's talk." Stepping on the floor made of shards, Osamu Dazai approached Mekimaru casually.

With his hands behind his back, his upper body leaned forward, and his tone of voice clearly contained a smile, but in front of Jijiwan, the iris-colored pupil was empty:

"After all, that's your purpose, right?"

Osamu Dazai...

'All it takes is a drop of his blood. '

He and Kokichi subconsciously shook hands.

"... Someone asked me to tell you." The tone of the bronze machine that lost its arm did not fluctuate at all, "mimic."

The scene suddenly became dead silent.

The originally crisp birdsong disappeared cleanly, and the appearance just now was like an illusion in this corridor.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his head abruptly.

The strong and profound killing intent locked on the mechanical pill at that moment, as if it would be torn apart by the owner of the killing intent in the next second.

"Akutagawa-kun." On the contrary, Dazai Osamu's tone was normal, and there was no unnecessary reaction, "Don't be so rude, he is a guest."

"Yes, Dazai-senpai."

The wild dog that had just growled and showed its fierce face meekly retracted its canine teeth, lowered its head and nodded: "I'm sorry."

"..."

Osamu Dazai stood up straight, with his knuckles resting on his chin, his expression looked a bit distressed, "'Rat'... it pops up once in a while, it's really annoying."

"Senior Dazai, I can solve it for you." Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had been standing quietly all this time, said with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai looked up and thought for a while, "Can wild dogs eat mice?"

Without waiting for others to answer, he vetoed it himself, and sighed regretfully: "Forget it, the wild dogs will be eaten up by the mice."

"Senior Dazai!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke said eagerly, and was about to step forward.

But Osamu Dazai fixed his gaze on the spot with a fluttering gaze.

"Anyway, Kokichi-san, thank you for your conveyance."

The kite-haired boy supported his knees, and casually picked up a piece of purple and red from the ground.He grabbed the shards of glass, aimed at the other bandage-wrapped wrist, and eagerly gestured up and down, "I can guess what the other side said to you. Although you are probably very curious, you can't go any further."

In the hand holding the sharp shards, the red liquid flowed down the palm lines, and the liquid dripped to the ground, soaking the tiny glass shards in between.

His tone complained: "I am in charge this week, and the shift will be changed at nine o'clock tonight. Don't add to my workload."

"Dazai." The orange-haired boy in a black top hat seemed to have heard a loud noise coming from the corridor, and walked towards this side.

He glanced over Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was standing respectfully beside him, and frowned: "You are in charge this week, why is Akutagawa here?"

"Who knows." Osamu Dazai drew his tone.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke bowed to him without answering.

"You won't..." Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a 'tsk', with some headaches: "Akutagawa, how many times have I told him that this mackerel's work is done by himself, and you will be punished if you give it to him again."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.

"It is stated in advance that he voluntarily."

The person who just said 'don't know' casually threw the blood-stained glass in his hand, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"Shut up!" Nakahara Chuya's fist hardened for a moment.

Osamu Dazai turned his face away and shrugged.

Nakahara Zhong also took a long breath, told himself that there were outsiders over and over again, forcibly resisted his impulse, and turned his gaze back to Jiwan, who had been silent by his side, and asked the question he had been wanting to ask since just now : "You are a student of the Kyoto school, why are you here?"

"By mistake." Ji Wan said concisely.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

"Forget it." He pulled off the fingerless glove on his left hand, "It is forbidden for outsiders to enter or leave here, please go back."

The alarm didn't go off, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Dazai Osamu were both here, it was impossible for Kikumaru to open that door.The three schools gathered together to discuss the important nodes of the defense system, and the Central Plains did not want to cause extra problems.

Jiwan nodded silently.

Osamu Dazai casually threw the blood-stained fragments aside, the fragments made a crisp sound when they collided with the ground, and broke into smaller fragments.

The kite-haired boy turned around, and the corner of his suit jacket drew an arc in the air, his voice sounded a little bored, "Let's go, Akutagawa-kun."

"Yes!"

Just about to make a move, Nakahara Nakaya, who asked Akutagawa Ryunosuke to confine him for a long time, was slightly stunned. Seeing Akutagawa Ryunosuke salute to him, and quickly followed the pace of Osamu Dazai, his gaze gradually became hesitant.

However, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has always admired Osamu Dazai, and it is rare for Osamu Dazai to take him with him once. Nakahara Chu didn't want to disturb him, so he decided not to punish him.

On the other side, Jiwan's gaze quietly swept across the broken glass wall, which was shattered.The western-style garden outside the wall reveals a corner of planting delicate roses, just now he saw the same scenery from different angles on the balcony of the suite.

After a moment's pause, his gaze swept across the pool of blood on the ground indistinctly. The blood soaked the debris, reflecting bits and pieces of light.

And Kokichi's spine gradually felt a chill.

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A hemispherical bottle-shaped container in which a red liquid flows with the movement of Fyodor's wrist.

"What are you going to do next?"

Xia Youjie had a smile on his lips, resting his elbows on the armrest, his knuckles on his face, and his gaze was a little curious.

The real person poked out half of his head from the bubbling hot spring pool and looked over curiously.

"Wait." Fyodor placed the container containing the blood on the table.

"Wait until when?"

"Nine o'clock, of course."

Fyodor raised the black teacup instead, and blew the mist on the water surface, "Dazai-kun said so."

"How do you know that he will definitely turn his back on?" The real person completely showed his head.

"Teacher Sen agreed too quickly, although he also has his own considerations." Fyodor raised his head slightly, and took a sip of black tea, "Indeed, as he thought, the upper echelon of the magic world fell into a panic, but at the same time, it is also true that The Yokohama campus implemented more restrictions.

"For a school, the most appropriate 'hostages' are of course students, but the Yokohama school is special.

"They're very smart." Fyodor's smile was sticky, and his purple pupils were filled with a hint of malice. "They chose the most appropriate 'hostage'."

Although Mr. Mori probably knows this too.

Fyodor lowered his eyes, and covered the last sentence with a smile.