Mr. Natsume's special mantra

When he received the magician's report given to him by Noctua Masato, Gojo Satoru thought that the curse spirit this time was the same existence as Kimoto Rika, even with Noctua Masamichi's guarantee.

But I didn't expect it to be a big surprise!

Although now due to the growth of the curse spirit and the lack of human belief, the sense of existence of monsters is getting weaker and weaker.So much so that the new blood in the magic world doesn't know the existence of monsters, but Gojo Satoru, who is a descendant of Sugawara Michizane, one of the four great wraiths in ancient Japan, still knows something about monsters.

Monsters are different from magic spirits, and there are various reasons for the birth of monsters.They are both human and inhuman, doing whatever they want, and advocating the strong.

In the world of monsters, rank status is directly proportional to strength and cannot be overridden.

And more importantly, monsters are different from curse spirits. Monsters... have thoughts.

In the Heian era, it was the world of monsters and onmyojis!

That group of old guys also knew about it, so they didn't directly sentence to death like Kimoto Rika did before.

Instead, they kept sending people to test the monster's temper.

Gojo Satoru looked at the youkai in front of him who had been restless since he appeared, his black eyepatch was full of interest.

The giant beast was covered in white, and the red demon pattern on its forehead was dimmed due to the curse. If it hadn't been cursed, this monster should be much more beautiful than it is now, and... its strength should be much stronger than it is now.

The strength of the monster has something to do with the monster pattern.

A monster without a monster pattern is not necessarily weak, but a monster with a monster pattern must be strong.

Somewhat similar to conjurers, bloodlines determine the upper limit of abilities to a certain extent.

However, Gojo Satoru moved his gaze upwards and saw the child described in the report.

The clothes on the boy's body were already stained with blood, but even though his face was expressionless, he could still see the remaining tenderness from the boy's eyes.

Onmyoji?

He had nothing else to think about but this.

You know, monsters are not a charity group.

"Yo."

Gojo Satoru walked out of the hole he made, and took a few steps towards the monster.

"Roar--"

The restlessness of the giant beast increased.

The man in front of him had an aura that irritated him, as if he had met him before.

want to attack...

A sudden thought broke into the giant beast's irrational mind, instantly like a gust of wind, obliterating other thoughts with an overwhelming force.

The restlessness of the giant beast attracted the gaze of the young man on him. Natsume Takashi looked at the strangely dressed young man in front of him, and lowered his head to comfort Mr. Cat.

"Teacher, it's all right."

The warm voice fell into the giant beast's mind, and after a wave of waves, it was quickly suppressed by the thought of attacking.

Natsume Takashi frowned slightly looking at the cat teacher who didn't listen to him, and looked at Gojo Satoru below.

Not right.

Something is wrong with Teacher Kitty.

Even if he loses his mind, Mr. Cat never refuses to be comforted by him.

"What's on you?" Natsume Takashi's voice was slightly cold, and his vigilance was self-evident.

Wujo Wu smiled at the corners of his mouth, raised his hands slightly above his head, and said with a harmless expression, "No, I don't have anything on me except this clothes."

That's what the young man said, but Natsume Takashi did not dare to let go of his inner vigilance: "Can you take a few steps back?"

The closer the distance, the more obvious the restlessness of Mr. Cat.

The boy warned in a low voice: "If you get any closer, even I won't be able to stop the teacher."

Actually not, he probably knows how to restrain the current teacher cat.

Just change him back to the three-flowered cat when we first met.

Judging from the experience that Mr. Cat provoked him several times before, Natsume Takashi was so emotional that he could return to that appearance as long as he punched him.

However, for the sake of outsiders, punching the current teacher cat for no reason, he would not do such a thing.

In that way, I am too sorry for the cat teacher who has been guarding him.

"Hi, hi." Wujo Wu nodded obediently, and then took a few steps back.

Sure enough, although the giant beast was still restless, it was obviously much calmer than before.

Sensing that the young man in front of him might want to talk to him, the young man slowly slid down from the giant beast and stood beside it.

As soon as the young man stood firm, Gojo Satoru leaned over and introduced himself with a smile: "I am Gojo Satoru, a first-year teacher at the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Curse Arts, and also—"

"The strongest magician in Japan."

The strongest sorcerer...

Hearing this, Natsume Takashi's eyes flickered with thought.

I don't know if he knows how to get rid of the curse on Mr. Cat.

Gojo Satoru saw the boy's thoughts at a glance, and said slowly, "Even the strongest is not omnipotent."

"I can't solve your problem, but I can help you find someone who can solve your problem."

Natsume Takashi was stunned for a moment, and then found that his thinking had entered a misunderstanding.

It is a stupid thing to demand the conjurer itself by the standard of the exorcist.

What's more, even the demon extermination masters are divided into many factions.

He used the few demon extermination masters he knew as a reference, and fell into a narrow thinking zone.

After all, the few people he knew were all descendants of famous families with outstanding talents.

"Sorry." Natsume Takashi apologized, "I was caught in a misunderstanding. I am Natsume Takashi, and this is Mr. Kitty."

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru leaned forward, carefully observed the young man in front of him, and unconsciously blew a question.

Natsume Takashi was stared at a little stiffly by him, and his early experience made him not good at communicating with strangers.

He unconsciously clutched the corner of his jacket and pursed his lips.

Even though there is an eye mask blocking him, he can still feel the gaze that sees through his whole body.

He seriously suspected that the blindfold... could not block the young man's sight at all.

"I say……"

Gojo Gojo pulled his tone, and the boy's palms were sweating coldly.

"It's not good to be so cold when introducing yourself. It's easy to create a sense of distance for others."

"Really..." Natsume Takashi asked unconsciously.

Wujo Wujo nodded seriously, "Yes."

He looked the boy up and down, put one hand on the palm of the other, grinned at the corner of his mouth and said, "Do you—do you want to come to the college?"