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Gojo Satoru originally thought that the town would be relatively deserted, but he didn't expect it to be quite lively inside. It seemed that some kind of event celebration was being held. Although there were not many tourists, it was very objective in a small town.

"It's a little strange. Since the tourism industry has been developed, shouldn't such activities be publicized?"

"Indeed, there will be a lantern parade at night." Osamu Dazai said in a lazy voice.

"Huh? How do you know?"

"What the two young ladies who passed by just now must have been told by the locals." Osamu Dazai said casually.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He didn't care about ordinary people passing by at all, especially the so-called young ladies.

"Forget it, let the students worry about these troublesome things." Gojo Gojo stretched his long arms around Dazai Osamu, and said irresponsibly, "I'm hungry, let's go first eat something."

There is a market on the central street of the town, where local specialties are sold, most of which are all kinds of wood carvings, but they are just ordinary handicrafts, besides, there are also a lot of food.

The two ate and drank all the way, even if they saw the students occasionally, they turned a blind eye, as if they really came to play.

At the end of the street, Gojo Satoru was buying tricolor dumplings in front of a stall, and Dazai Osamu was standing behind him, eating red bean buns. Suddenly, he looked up casually, and saw a furry dango at the entrance of an alley not far away. His fat buttocks were shaking, and his short legs were looming under his plump belly. Osamu Dazai, who had nothing to do, immediately attracted his attention and swayed slowly.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a fat white cat with gray and yellow stripes. It was lying on the wooden box with its back facing him, eating the same style of red bean buns. I don’t know how the owner fed it. Its round body became fat. Thick cylinder.

Osamu Dazai squatted down, spread his fingers, touched Fat Cat's ball-tailed butt, and squeezed it. The touch was as expected, soft and elastic.

But this obviously frightened the cat, as if it had been charged in an instant, the short fluff exploded visibly to the naked eye, and the fat became tight. At the same time, the fat cat turned its head and saw Dazai clearly. In the instant of treatment, the pupils, which had become round due to fright, suddenly enlarged.

I can see him... Osamu Dazai showed a malicious smile.

"Ah, you cat is stealing food again." A male voice came from behind.

"Mr. Cat, you have already eaten three red bean buns, you can't eat any more!" Another voice seemed very helpless.

"Natsume, don't come here!" The uncle's voice, which was completely inconsistent with his cute appearance, came out of Lucky Cat's mouth.

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

Whoa, the fat cat has spoken.

Immediately afterwards, the cat leaped high from the wooden box with unusually sensitive and light movements, and jumped into its owner's arms.

Osamu Dazai got up and looked back to see two humans, one was fully armed, his face was covered by a fisherman hat and a mask, and he was wearing a pair of glasses, the other was a high school boy with brown hair and good looks Delicate and handsome, the fat cat is being hugged by a boy.

"What's going on, why is there a special magic spirit here, Natori Monday, get rid of him quickly!" the cat yelled at the man in full armor.

"Little cat, don't order me, and I'm not a magician." The other party directly refused.

"It's not bad to get rid of the demon master. In short, hurry up and kill this guy who is groping my ass!" The cat continued to shout angrily.

"If you want revenge, do it yourself." Natori said coolly on Monday, unmoved.

"Huh? Is this how you ask for help? Natsume, let's go back!"

"It's not you I'm looking for."

"..." Natsume Takashi sighed softly when he saw that this person and cat had a disagreement and started arguing again. Mr. Natori, a mature and modest person, would always behave childishly when he met Mr. Cat.He habitually ignored this meaningless quarrel, and turned to observe the "super magic spirit" that Mr. Cat said.

The boy was about the same height as him, and seemed to be of the same age in appearance. He was chewing red bean buns while looking at them with interest, as if sensing his gaze, the boy suddenly met his gaze.

Natsume Takashi was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously smiled, and said shyly and gently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cat didn't mean anything malicious."

Hearing his words, Fat Cat immediately diverted the fire, and said angrily, "Natsume, why are you apologizing! This guy offended me!"

"Okay, don't be angry, they didn't do anything." Natsume Takashi coaxed.

"Natsume, you can't tell the difference, don't persuade me to fight!"

"This cat is so powerful, it's so round that you can't even see your waist." Osamu Dazai said at this moment, with a smile on his lips, "I'm very lucky just looking at it~"

Natsume Takashi hugged the angry cat and said awkwardly, "Uh, thank you...?"

After teasing Sha Mao, Osamu Dazai's eyes were full of smiles.

"As a curse spirit, why are you here?" Natori asked suddenly on Monday. Although he didn't cooperate with Sha Mao, he was always on guard secretly.

"Why do you come here, and why do I."

Let's get rid of demons, don't you too?

This answer is obviously unsatisfactory, so Natori decided to give up asking on Monday. If he has the time, he might as well notify Gaozhuan directly.

"What are you doing?" The white-haired man suddenly appeared next to the black-haired curse spirit. He looked at Natori Monday and Natsume Takashi, and then paused on the fat cat, "Exorcist?"

Probably the white-haired conjurer's outfit was very iconic. Natori Monday recognized him immediately, and said in surprise: "Gojo Satoru?" Then he looked at Osamu Dazai, his tone suddenly said, "So it's yours." Curse spirit."

Gojo Satoru handed a bunch of tricolor dumplings to Osamu Dazai, "Why, does the exorcist have missions in Oak Town?"

"Yeah, it seems that there is overlap, do you want to cooperate?"

To some extent, exorcists and conjurers are colleagues in different departments.

"Forget it, I'll take the students, don't interfere." Gojo Satoru refused, "If there's nothing else, we'll leave first."

The black-haired magic spirit was pushed away by the magician, and their conversation can still be heard from a distance——

"Mr. Wujo, you and that cat feel a bit alike."

"?? Where does it look like?"

"Hmm... are they both teachers and bodyguards?"

"……To shut up."

……

"This curse spirit seems to be different from the ones I've seen before." Natsume Takashi said. To be precise, compared with those curse spirits who only know how to eat people and have no wisdom, they are simply two species.

"Anything different is bad from the root. You can't confuse curse spirits with monsters. In any case, don't touch Natsume!" the fat cat, the real monster named Madara, choked on his uncle's throat.

Although Natsume Takashi felt that Mr. Cat still hated the fact that his butt was touched, but he wisely did not expose it, and just said: "There should be no chance to touch it."

"There are exceptions to everything, and we can't generalize." Natori said on Monday, "The magic spirit that can make Gojo Satoru down the altar may indeed have something unique."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Madara narrowed his eyes, "You mean Six Eyes has an affair with that curse spirit?"

"After all, it's the face of a conjurer. This matter has been widely spread in the world. Hasn't the little cat heard of it?"

"No!" Madara's tone was righteous, and the big monster who transformed into a beckoning cat comfortably collapsed into a meatloaf in the boy's arms, "I'm not interested in humans except Natsume!"

The brief encounter with the demon exorcist seems to be just an inconspicuous episode. The two who solved their appetite first took a nap in an inn in the town to avoid the hottest sun at noon, and then lazily walked in the town. wandered around.

They visited the museum, which is said to have been converted from the former residence of the master sculptor. In addition to the modern imitation works on display, there is also a brief biography about her.

That's right, the master sculptor who was born more than 200 years ago was a woman, which was quite rare and even out of the ordinary for the backward age when Bushido was rampant.

I don't know if it was due to this, but she was honored as "Mr. Oak" by the world at the time, but her final ending was not good.

In the first half of her life, she was sought after because of her amazing works and infinite scenery. Later, because she sculpted for a general, the general died shortly after receiving the wood carving. After that, she was cruelly broken in the hand bones, and she was forbidden to continue carving. After that, she wandered for half of her life. When she returned to her hometown, she was rejected by the villagers. Before she died, she entered the mountain alone, and her body was also buried in the mountain. middle.

The reputation of the curse is naturally unpleasant, so it is ignorant and false to be clarified by later generations. The general died because of defeat in the war and had nothing to do with the wood carving.

It was evening when they came out of the museum, and the two of them strolled to the shrine in the town. The shrine is small, but it has a long history. It can be traced back hundreds of years ago. Rumor has it that it was originally abandoned, and it was repaired after the developer came. After restarting the operation, there are also decent abbots and witches inside.

There is a century-old oak tree outside the shrine, on which many blessing red stripes are hung according to the occasion. Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru walked under the tree, and the sunset at the time of the magic hour made the shadow of the white-haired conjurer extraordinarily long.

"It seems that there will be a lot of movement tonight." Osamu Dazai sighed.

"Just tell me the information you got." The five enlightenment words were concise and to the point.

Osamu Dazai didn't play tricks this time, "I originally thought that the curse master behind the Oak Church wanted to use some means to create an evil god-this is nothing more than the level of a super-level curse spirit, even if the super-level curse master is a little troublesome, But it can be considered as a practice for your students, but now it seems that the so-called Oak God may really exist, but," he smiled inexplicably, "has already fallen."

"Oh? This oak tree can also become a god?" Gojo Satoru was very interested, "I've only heard of tree demons."

"Isn't the opportunity in this world right and enough faith to become a god? Although people cut down trees to catch fish, they are mountains on which they live. In fact, they are gods, more like elves. And I think now It doesn't make any difference, isn't a fallen god just a monster?"

"Sounds reasonable, but I don't know much about Shinto." Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "In short, let's see how they behave~"