Only 100 days left in life

Today's weather is not very good, there is a thin and dense drizzle outside the window.

The smell of damp earth diffuses into the home along the window sill, with a bit of moist grass smell.

"It's raining today," Shiratori Mariko moved away the cat lying on the window, staring at the swaying vines motionlessly, "Don't lie here, Danzi is obviously afraid of water."

Tuanzi looked back at her, tilted his head obediently, rubbed her hand, and jumped to the other side.

After preparing the dumpling lunch and placing it on the side of the cat's nest according to the previous habit, Mariko Shiratori checked the things to bring when going out.

Tissues, umbrellas, hats, change and mobile phones, and power bank

After confirming that she hadn't forgotten anything, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.

She usually likes this kind of coolness and intermittent rain, but today she is going out, but she is a little annoyed by the rain.

Today I made an appointment with Jiarui Niuzi in advance, and went to her place for a little physical examination.

Stop by there and see if you can help remove the "curse" part of the patient.

Recently, many conjurers and auxiliary supervisors have been attacked by a strange super-spell spirit, and they have been planted with unknown plants that seem to be able to "absorb magic power to survive".

According to eyewitnesses, the special-grade mantra that attacked them looked very strange (although there is nothing strange about the mantra), with two horns resembling branches on his forehead, and one arm was tightly entwined, saying It is another language, which seems to be articulate, and the way of thinking is quite normal, walking like a human being.

Similar to the curse spirits that attacked Yoshino Junpei's mother and son, Shiratori Mariko, and Knotashi Yuhito before, they are also "wisdom" curse spirits.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in," Mariko Shiratori replied.

"I'm here," came the nunnery girl with her hands in her sleeves coming from behind the door, "I just came here to look for classmate Fu Hei, so I'll come pick you up by the way."

She looked at Mariko Shiratori in casual clothes, "Let's go?"

"Let's go," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Go early. Is it busy with Ms. Iyari?"

"It's okay, she's always been busy at her place, and I'm already used to it, but it's been a little better recently. Many awakened conjurers can use the reversal technique, which relieves a lot of pressure..."

I don't know if it will rain heavily today.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, tightened the strap of her satchel, and went out.

Yokohama.

The torrential rain roared and rolled over this seaside port city. At this time, even in the afternoon, there were very few pedestrians on the road.

The small red lantern hanging outside the door was blown up by the wind, and it collided with the door door crisply, making a crashing sound.

At this point in time, if you didn't bring an umbrella because you forgot to check the weather forecast, and you couldn't find someone to give it to you, you could only run back in the rain.

Kida Ichiro is such an unlucky guy.

He had just returned home from get off work when he was hit by the heavy rain.

Hurry up and hurry up, and finally find a dilapidated izakaya and stand in front of the rain before the heavy rain, waiting for the rain to pass.

Kida Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief, took off his glasses that were wet by rain, and shook the water droplets on them slightly.

He leaned against the door panel, thinking "It would be great if this store hadn't closed", and then thinking "Fortunately, I still remember that there is a closed izakaya here", for a while, he didn't notice that there was a person walking towards him come.

When he found out, the slender man was only a few steps away from him.

Kida Ichiro hastily stepped aside and made room for him, "I'm sorry, I got a little wet."

After getting closer, I realized that the stranger should be a young man in his twenties, with messy and straight black short hair, wearing a very thick plush coat, and also wearing a furry hat on his head, all of which had been beaten by rain. wet.

His robe was even stained with some dirt and leaves, looking distressed and pitiful.

"It's okay," the black-haired young man coughed and said gently, "I don't care."

He was thin and thin, and when he leaned against the door, he looked a little vulnerable and helpless.

The black-haired young man raised his eyes and met Kida Ichiro's eyes, they were a pair of blood-colored eyes that were as bright as jewels.

It was obviously not a very aggressive look, but it made Kida Ichiro tense up.

Kida Ichiro almost felt the fear of being grabbed by someone's heart.

Run, run—run!

At this time, the rain was even heavier.

Kida Ichiro hardly cared about the rain still outside, and rushed out with his briefcase on his head, without even speaking to the stranger again.

The black-haired youth sighed lowly.

"I can't help it," he reached out and knocked on the door lightly.

After a while, he coughed a little again, supported the door that was opened a little, closed his eyes and fell down slowly.

With an inexplicable smile.

"Really, how could it be so big all of a sudden," An Geji complained, "This kind of weather is really terrible——"

She and Shiratori Mariko walked one after the other from the narrow corridor to the other side.

Even with an umbrella, there is no way to keep yourself from getting wet in such a stormy weather.

What's more, Shiratori Mariko only brought an umbrella.

"Fortunately, it's not far from here," Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, put away the rain-soaked umbrella, and shook lightly at the door, "Go to my house and sit for a while, and go back later? Is there something going on with Miss Diva?"

She took the nunnery girl and walked over there, "Come and drink some ginger tea, otherwise I'm going to catch a cold when I go back."

An Geji thought for a while, then nodded.

"There's nothing to do later," she said, "I was going to take the students to practice, but Wujo Satoru said that he had other arrangements for this matter—although he said that the bastard was really a bastard, but in this matter, It can be trusted.”

Angeji stretched out her hand and opened the door, letting Shiratori Mariko go in first, and she was the last to enter out of habit.

"Are you really going to go on a mission with those freshmen from the Tokyo school?" she asked, "I think you can relax for a while."

"After all our responsibility is to save our world, but yours is not."

"It's okay," Shiratori Mariko held up the umbrella, and turned to make tea again, "I actually like your world very much."

She looked back at An Ge Ji and laughed, "There are many good people like Miss Diva, so I am willing to do my part for you. And I am not in a good mood recently, and I want to look around .”

Ange Ji blushed a little at what she said.

"It's up to you," she murmured, "You should have a better heart. There are not only good people in the world, and you will suffer in the future."

As soon as she finished saying this, Angeji remembered the "terminally ill" she had heard from her students.

She hastily apologized, "Well, I don't have one"

"It's okay," Shiratori Mariko put the hot tea on the table, and poured a cup for herself and Angeji, "I don't care."

She picked up her tea and took a sip, "You are right, thank you."

Angeji sighed.

She also held the tea, and warmed her cold hands a little, "If you go on a mission tomorrow, you should be fine, right? Can you keep up physically?"

I really don't understand what Gojo Satoru is thinking.

I feel that Shiratori Mariko is not good at running or something like that. I chose her to go with her. What is the reason for it? It will be too late to run.

"According to Wujo, there shouldn't be any?" Shiratori Mariko Mosuo tapped his teacup, "He said, 'If you fall behind, then stand where you are, anyway, Hui or Knotweed can find you', after all, the curse spirit can't hurt me , but will be wiped out by me."

The hot air in her cup spiraled up, "Then, including physical damage, there is actually no way to hurt me--after all, I tried it before, whether it is an eraser thrown over with force, or a spell or something, it will all work." was shredded."

Compared with the objective "closer", the judgment seems to be closer to the subjective "maliciousness" and "harm".

Although Shiratori Mariko doesn't understand the principle, it's fine if it works.

"That's good," Ange Ji nodded, "Speaking of which, I—"

She glanced sharply at a bit of white exposed beyond the balcony door, "What is that?"

"what?"

Shiratori Mariko followed her gaze, and then saw a white mass pressed by the door.

She frowned and thought about it, "It should be that Tuanzi took out the ball of wool from the drawer to play with, it's true"

Although she complained so much, Shiratori Mariko still stood up, intending to pick up the ball of wool that was left outside.

She simply squatted down, pushed the door slightly, and tried to open the door a little wider so that the ball of thread stuck in it could be retrieved.

Then, Shiratori Mariko discovered that the scene outside was not her closed small balcony, but the view of Yokohama's interface.

On the ground was a person upside down, wearing a furry coat and a furry hat on his head.

Shiratori Mariko didn't know for a moment whether she should be surprised that the door was opened by someone from Yokohama, or that the fact that a black-haired young man was falling at the door of her house was more frightening.

Shiratori Mariko stood up subconsciously, took a step back, and carefully looked at the person in front of her.

His pale and delicate face had a sickly blush, and he looked to be in his 20s. He was very cute, yes, but why did he collapse at her door?

"What's wrong?" An Geji came over, and was startled by the person who was upside down, "What's going on?"

She frowned, looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Do you know him?"

That guy Gojo Satoru was right, Shiratori Mariko really easily got into weird things.

"I don't know," Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

She squatted down again and took his breath.Although breathing is very weak, but still alive.The forehead is a little hot, it should be burned.

Crackling raindrops hit the young man under the eaves and Shiratori Mariko who was squatting near him, and the rain seemed to be getting heavier again, accompanied by lightning and a sudden sharp wind, gloomy.

Staying in such an environment, even a simple fever will ferment into a serious illness.

Shiratori Mariko thought for a moment, but decided to move him in to hide from the rain first.

"Can you call Fuhei next door for me?" She looked at An Geji, "Ask him if he has antipyretics."

Good or bad, move in first.

Shiratori Mariko and Ange Ji simply moved the young man into the living room to shelter from the rain, closed the door, and took out their mobile phones to send a message to Gojo Satoru, asking him to come as soon as possible if he had time.

After a while, the young man on the sofa woke up slowly, looking around in confusion.

"Here" he struggled to prop up his body, and said stumblingly, "Where is it? Who am I?"

Danko who didn't know when rushed to Shiratori Mariko tentatively stretched out her cat's claws, and pulled the white hat.