Conjurer Shirase

Shirase thought it was the enemy's supernatural ability, but when he saw the streets and crowds outside again, he questioned this guess.

Maybe it's not superpowers, maybe it's just what he thinks, he, the "future king", is not worth others' hands at all.

So what's going on now?

He is like a little rabbit who has strayed into a fairyland. The prosperity and tranquility in front of him is something he has never experienced before, as if he only appeared in a dream...

No, this is not some wonderland.

Shirase's face darkened when he saw something not far away: "That's your task too?" How could something that makes people want to poke their eyes when they look at it twice appear in Wonderland!

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, and made a strange sound of 'hoah': "No, my task is that guy with fourteen hands. There are other curse spirits? Those guys didn't say, Do you tremble when you see so many curse spirits and think it has something to do with the curse king, or do you want me to deal with it casually and not record the record for me?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, if it wasn't for the fact that this guy in front of him might be the only source of information, he gave him two feet and left.

Well, although there is a high probability that it will not be kicked.

Gojo Satoru: "Forget it, since it's here, let's settle it smoothly."

He walked over there, and seemed to find that Wujo Wu's target seemed to be his curse spirit who had escaped!

Just as Shirase was about to speak out, he was taken aback, and looked at the place where Gojo Satoru should have been standing in disbelief.

No, no one!

His eyes fell on the white-haired man not far away again, and he confirmed that it was Gojo Satoru who was still by his side just now and not his elder brother or younger brother who looked exactly like him.

So fast!Is that faster than Zhongye?

No, no, it might not be slow if Chuuya used all his gravity to accelerate, but did that guy use all his strength?Who is faster and who is slower may only be known after the two meet and compete.

Seeing the other party pinching the ugly thing to death with one hand, and thinking about the unfathomable depth of this person, Shirose realized that it might be an existence on the same level as the Assassin King Verlaine.

The current Shirase only knows one thing, he can't beat this person, and the other party's crushing him to death is as easy as crushing an ant!

Gojo Satoru looked at the disappearing curse spirit: "The third-level curse spirit, could it be that it was just a decoy just now? Or is it a gang committing crimes?"

"But forget it, I don't have time to investigate these now."

He waved at Shirase in the distance, with a smile on his face that was too stupid but Shirase didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

Gojo Satoru brought people back to the high school, first by bus, and then had to walk because the bus couldn't reach him.

The more and more remote roads made Shirose think of all possible ways of death, and finally felt that the probability of a corpse in the wilderness was the greatest.

After all, it was this kind of place, as long as that person broke his neck and threw it into the woods for ten days and a half months, no one would find him.

Really, before boarding the ship, he said that he should not die in Yokohama, and it turned out that he died first?

Shirase felt bored and thought about the chances of running into the deep forest and hiding by himself to survive.

To Shirase's surprise, he was not killed by Gojo Satoru, but actually arrived at a school.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand: "I would like to introduce to you, the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Curse Arts. On the surface, it is a religious school, but it is actually a school that specializes in learning how to exorcise curse spirits."

Shirose looked at this place and breathed the fresh air. Whose ability can create such a realistic scene?So it really wasn't a supernatural power, but the real Tokyo?

Gojo Satoru bowed his head and leaned over: "What? Why don't you comment?"

Shirase: "It's pretty nice."

"Good looking?" Gojo Satoru looked at the school and nodded, "It's really not bad, the greening is well done, and the buildings are more distinctive than the ordinary schools outside." He glanced at the people around him, "Compared to what you used to What about your school?"

Shirase paused, then walked in: "Why are you standing at the door? Are you a doorman? I'm the future king, not a doorman."

Gojo Satoru: "How come? I'm gone, I'll show you around!"

He resented his school, or hadn't attended it at all.With his skill and the kind of attack that goes straight to the neck, the latter is more likely from the perspective of ruthlessness.

bad?This seems to be the only explanation.

Gojo Satoru took Shirase in and walked for a long time.This school is really big, and there are not many people there. I saw a few people walking by from a distance on the road. They all looked like adults. Are they teachers?

It should be class time.Shirase refused to believe that this was a messy place dedicated to killing people and hiding corpses, and he also knew that even if he wanted to kill Gojo Satoru, he didn't need to bring himself here.

"If you want to enroll, you need to find the principal, and you can only enroll after the principal agrees. I advise you to be prepared, the principal's question is not so easy to answer." Gojo Satoru still looked at him after speaking, and found that the other party's face was still expressionless .

"Let me tell you, don't be so cold, okay?" Wujo Wu felt that he was really going too far, "It seems that I am talking about myself, it is very embarrassing!"

Shirose rolled his eyes: "I have no money, so I can't go to school." I don't know if the so-called principal is a key person.

"Wu, you're back." Gojo Wu was interrupted just as he was about to say something.

It was a black-haired man who spoke. He tied his hair up, and there was a bunch of bangs that were specially put down on his forehead. The expression on his face was quite gentle, which made Shirose immediately judge that this guy should be a good person.

"Yo Jie, don't you have any tasks today?" Gojo Satoru greeted happily.

Xia Youjie smiled helplessly: "Not everyone is as good as you. You are the only one who sets out the task alone. Others in the first grade still need to form a team if they want to set up the task."

So this guy he met was special?Shirase picks up clues from their conversation.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you talking about, Jie, as long as you don't meet the first level, it's not a problem at all, isn't it? It's much better than the seniors in the second and third grades."

Xia Youjie: "If the seniors hear it, they will be angry."

"Hahaha, what I said is the truth."

Bai Lai looked at Xia Youjie again, it seemed that he was also very strong.

Xia Youjie met the other party's eyes and smiled.

Shirase was taken aback for a moment, then turned his face abruptly, his face was ugly, and seemed a little annoyed.

Shy?This was something Xia Youjie did not expect.

"Wu, who is he?" He suddenly became interested in this person.

Gojo Satoru put his hands on Shirase's shoulders and turned the person away: "Shirase Fuichiro, I met him when I was on a mission. He killed my mission target with a knife."

"Oh? Conjurer?" Xia Youjie stretched out his hand, "I'm Xia Youjie, a first-year student here."

"No, no, no, he's not a magician. Not only that, he doesn't even understand the magic spirit and its power. It seems that he killed the magic spirit with his own fighting consciousness." Wujo Wu exaggerated and danced.

Xia Youjie was not angry when he didn't get a response, he withdrew his hand and asked gently, "So you're a future classmate?" He understood the meaning of enlightenment.

"It depends on what the principal wants, after all, he is a guy of unknown origin." Wujo Satoru was also not sure.

Xia Youjie smiled and said, "The origin is not important, is it?"

"Jie is right." Gojo Satoru nodded, "Okay, let's go to the principal, Shirase-kun."

Shirase murmured in his heart, he asked him to come here even though he felt that his background was unknown, is this guy really all right?But he didn't have any other clues. Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie showed no signs of attacking him. It's better to meet the so-called principal first and then see how to escape.

After bringing him to the place, Gojo Satoru simply explained a few words and went out directly. He closed the door kindly, and Shirase became nervous again for a while.

The principal found out that he is a fine person, he has seen more people than Shirase has eaten, and some small emotions and small actions can be seen through at a glance.

Soon after Shirase opened the door, what he saw was Shirato watching the ants move outside the door.

He looked disgusted: "Are you a child?"

Gojo Satoru stood up with his hands on his knees: "Yo, it's out. How is it?"

Shirase looked impatient: "It's not that bad, I'll help you kill the curse spirit, you give me money and teach me how to use spell power, that's all."

Gojo Satoru: "Really? That's pretty good." The principal, the old fox, should have no problem, and there is a high probability that the guy in front of him has been tricked by the principal.

Shirase remembered the most important thing: "There is still a reward, the reward for killing that curse spirit for you, the principal asked you for it!"

Gojo Satoru was so serious for the first time: "Shirose-kun, are you short of money?"

Shirase: "Does anyone think there is too much money?"

Gojo Satoru didn't refute this. After all, he didn't dislike a lot of money, not to mention that the high-end watch and brooch of this guy in front of him were quite valuable at first glance, and he was a guy who could spend a lot.

In this way, Shirase Fuichiro became a first-year student of the Conjuration High School. When he knew that there were only four of them in the entire grade, Shirase felt that he was on a thief ship.

too little!Is it really a school?

"Because there are very few people who can see the magic spirit, and those who have the magic power to become a magician are one in a million, so it is inevitable that there will be fewer students." This is Wujo Wu's explanation, and this explanation makes the already Shirase, who was about to shrink back, puffed out his chest again.

There are very few conjurers, and they are one in a million, which means that he is a one in a million.

It was the first time he knew that he still had such a wonderful power, and it was also the first time he realized that he really had the capital to become a king. For a moment, Fuichiro Shirase swelled up.

Gojo Satoru: "By the way, Jie and Nitzi, I, and I are the one in ten thousand conjurers."

Shirase paused: "What about me?"

"Shirase..." Gojo Satoru looked him up and down, and then told the truth, "The ordinary low-ranking conjurer who is one in a million... it hurts!"

Xia Youjie looked at Wujo Wu, who was being chased and beaten: "Knowing that Shiraise has a bad temper and still molesting him, Wu really did it on his own."

Jia Ruozi spread his hands: "I can't understand the thoughts of you boys at all, let alone Wujo Wu."