Yokohama High School of Magic

"Yo, Mr. Gojo."

First the sound of flicking the brim of a hat broke the silence.

The messy pages of the book quieted down obediently, and the light falling from the stained glass was gentle, painting the white-haired man standing in the center of the library with a gentle color.

The sound of white doves flapping their wings faintly came from outside the library.

"Edogawa Ranpo."

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth slowly, calling out the name of the boy in front of him with unspeakable emotion.

The 'Strongest' who just came out of the prison gate didn't wear sunglasses, his sky-like blue eyes could see through everything about the boy in front of him without hindrance, which made his voice even softer.

"Mainly you?"

This attendance reeled in the drama of the entire conjurer world.

The boyish young detective raised his eyebrows, and said in a casual tone, "Mostly."

"Although there is a small situation."

Thinking of the special mutated curse skeleton sent to the panda curse core on his own initiative, the childish boy bulged his cheeks, and soon returned to his usual smile, "However, everything is calculated according to my formula [Super Reasoning] conduct."

"...Spell [Super Reasoning]."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and repeated it inexplicably.

He laughed a few times. It is rare that the 'strongest' in the world of conjuration smiled appreciatively, and praised frankly: "Ranpo Edogawa, you are very powerful."

"You're not bad either." Some proud young detectives smiled, and said in a firm tone, "You guessed that the Yokohama school would let you out."

The white-haired and blue-eyed man spread his hands and said something else without answering: "To be honest, your existence made me start to reflect on myself."

"Something that's barely considered, and something that's taken for granted."

As if thinking of something funny, he smiled lowly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

It is a non-magician who plays with all the magicians in the conjuration world in the palm of his hand.

In the silent library, only his low laughter echoed for a moment.

Edogawa Ranbu looked at him and smiled, with a dull expression, and interrupted the man in front of him with a drawn out tone: "Mr. Gojo, since you are fine, go out and do what you should do."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and raised his head, with a calm and happy smile on his lips, "Edogawa-san, can you answer a question for me?"

This is the first time Gojo Satoru called 'Sang' to a non-artist.

Edogawa raised his eyebrows in random steps, and made a short sound from his nasal cavity, which meant 'ask'.

"Why let me out, wouldn't it be better to directly rule the magic world?"

That being said, Gojo Satoru had vaguely guessed the boy's answer in front of him.

"'balance'"

Edogawa Ranpo seemed to be talking about the most natural law of all things, his expression was serious, and he no longer deliberately lengthened his tone.

"'Only balance can survive'"

It was exactly the same as Gojo Satoru's answer.

So he shrugged his shoulders pretending to be regretful, and sighed whether it was sincere or joking: "Yokohama school, it's a bit sick." Pathologically pursuing 'balance'.

The person in front of him was one of the pushers who sealed him, but he was also the 'savior' who released him.

Gojo Satoru returned to his previous unscrupulous appearance, and stepped forward casually, "Anyway, thank you Yokohama for your rescue."

"Let's just say thank you for your return."

At the door of the library, the white-haired man in the uniform of the Tokyo school teacher turned his head sideways, with a flamboyant smile on his lips.

"This time, just follow your script."

The smile on the face of 'Strongest' didn't seem to be pretending, but seemed to be genuinely cheerful, which made the detective boy who was watching him stunned for a moment, showing a weird expression.

Although he was calculated, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be angry at all, and was even in a good mood.

Tiansheng Muduo sighed in his heart: "This is the unevenness of the world." Compared with the Chanyuan family.

But did he pay attention to the props he put on purpose?Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the wound on his hand that had disappeared and the white pages of the book spread out on the ground.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, be prepared.

Watching Gojo Satoru walk out of the library, until he walked a long way, the innate vision that thought he had finished the scene regained his senses, and suddenly realized that he hadn't told Gojo Satoru how to leave the Yokohama school.

...So Atsushi Nakajima rushed out in a panic, calling Gojo Satoru who was going out, "Teacher Gojo!!"

"Huh?" Hearing someone calling himself, Gojo Satoru turned his head and waved at him casually, "What's the matter? Do you want to go to the Tokyo school with me?"

The white-haired boy took off the brooch from his chest, and the tanzanite reflected a light blue light for a moment, "Here, here you are."

"You take this, close your eyes and count to a hundred silently, then you can leave school."

Gojo Satoru took the brooch and aimed it at the sunlight, "Wow, it looks pretty up close too."

"Thanks." He put down the brooch and added with a smile, "But I can actually teleport out."

"...?" Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback.

"Okay. That's how I went out before, and the 'trap' of the Yokohama school can't stop me at all." Gojo Gojo spread his hands.

Atsushi Nakajima's expression was blank, and he subconsciously cast his gaze on the little robot in mid-air.

"Didn't it mean... no one... can come in?"

"..." The little robot was silent.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru was sealed shortly after learning of the Yokohama school site.

Otherwise, even if there is an automatic reminder of 500 meters in the huge campus, it will not matter at all.Maybe Wujo Satoru had turned around the campus eight hundred times, and even looked at the blank area that was still under renovation, before he could find out from the reminder that the structure speed had been lost.

Born to be dazzled and condemned in his heart, he pointed at the little robot.

The little robot was silent for a while, "Sorry, I will start checking now."

"Let's talk, Dun-kun." Gojo Satoru casually tossed the gemstone brooch in his hand, with a natural posture, as if he just mentioned casually, "Are you happy?"

"Happy...?" Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Ah, sorry, I didn't make it clear. What I mean is, are you happy living in Yokohama?"

Then you should ask Junpei... But even though it was an inexplicable question, Atsushi Nakajima still took it seriously, his expression gradually became a little embarrassed, "How should I put it..."

If you ask the founder of the school this question, of course I will say my own school.

"Although I have experienced many things at the Yokohama campus... I have also encountered many things that I can't understand and that are contrary to my own ideas."

The white-haired boy lowered his head slightly, as if nostalgic, with a subconscious smile on the corner of his mouth, "But at the beginning, Dazai-senpai picked me up, took me back to the Yokohama school, and told me 'from today, I am a member of the Yokohama school ’ I was really, really happy.”

"After entering the school, I met Kyoka, Nakahara-senpai, Ranpo-senpai...ah, and Junpei and the others. Although the seniors are sometimes strict, they take care of them most of the time."

... oh, another 'revolution' patch.

"In short, I was very happy, even during the period of the revolution." Nakajima Atsushi raised his head and smiled relaxedly, "After entering school, meeting everyone was the happiest period of my life."

"..."

Even without six eyes, the smile of the young man in front of him was obviously sincere.

So Gojo Satoru also laughed, "That's it."

"Just as long as you're happy." He held the brooch that fell from mid-air, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, "Hey, Dun Jun, you know."

Atsushi Nakajima looked at him blankly.

"Actually, everything I've done up to now is to hope that future magicians can become as happy as you."

"Ugh?!"

Gojo Satoru took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, without further explanation.

He turned and walked out, waving his hands without looking back, "Anyway, Dun Jun, my invitation is still counting, wait for another month...or half a month? You are welcome to come to the Tokyo school anytime."

The white-haired boy who was left in place looked at his back in a daze.

Standing on the edge of the Yokohama school's tent, Gojo Satoru took one last look back at the westernized campus.

There are white pigeons hovering near the clock tower, and the huge Yokohama campus is peaceful and quiet.

The idealization I have been pursuing has been achieved in another way by the Yokohama school.

"balance"

Gojo Satoru exhaled lightly, with a self-deprecating tone.

"It's a bit frustrating."

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The piercing hand avoided all vital organs, Leyan Temple Jiashen just lost too much blood at the moment, but without mana power, he couldn't stop the bleeding by himself.

Miwa Kasumi was on the sidelines treating his wound, watching every move of the Yokohama school and a figure not far away who looked exactly like Kashin Leyansi with vigilance.

"headmaster!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Mo Zhengdao raised his head abruptly, saw the familiar mana waving at him by the door, and froze in place in a daze.

"Pan... Da?"

"It's me." Panda nodded.

"...!"

The mantra under the torii and the panda in front of him were played back and forth. Before he had time to think about what was going on, Ye Mozheng’s heartfelt joy swept over him, and he couldn’t restrain his mood at the moment. He checked the mantra back and forth violently, “What’s going on? , Is this a replica, or a new spell skeleton made for you by the Yokohama school?"

"Why didn't you tell me in advance!" Ye Mo Zhengdao's tone became serious, "Do you know how worried I am!"

"Principal, I—"

The panda was just about to speak.

"Sorry to interrupt you."

The gazes of several people turned to Oda Sakunosuke who spoke out.

In the eyes of everyone, Oda Sakunosuke turned over the lit screen in his hand to show them, with a calm tone.

"The Yokohama school has unsealed Gojo-sensei's seal. From today onwards, the magic world should be led by Gojo-sensei."

The tone of this sentence was flat, like chatting, but it made the whole room fall into a stunned silence.