Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Fortunately, the night moth came over on the right path at this time, interrupting the mind-stopping Shura field.

"..."

Dazai reached out and pulled up the scarf to cover his chin.

The slightly cold wind was blowing, which made people feel cool at such a temperature.

As if the matter had been resolved, Dazai lowered his pupils, stopped looking at the two Gojo Satoru who were still confronting each other, and prepared to leave here.

For a certain moment, a sense of boredom, as if he was running away from something, flashed across that pale and handsome face.

"--teacher!!"

Gojo Satoru shouted anxiously.

Some kind of instinct made him anxiously release the wrist of his other self.

The grown-up boy hurriedly chased after the teacher for two steps, and then stood still in the same place in confusion.

In those glass-blue eyes, there was a heart-breaking wave of light.

That is, self-esteem and pride have been severely shattered.

Those who have tasted the taste of despair worry about gains and losses.

"Teacher. Don't go."

Gojo Satoru said softly.

"Don't be angry with me... I will reflect on it, and I won't be so impulsive again."

Gojo Satoru dropped almost everything.

"You can say anything. I'll do anything."

"It's just--"

"Don't go."

Even Noctua Zhengdao, who had just pulled the 27-year-old questionable student aside and reprimanded him, couldn't help turning his head around this prayer.

"........."

Dazai slowly closed his eyes.

"I don't want to break yours, Wu-jun."

The man who was a teacher spoke quietly.

"But, you have to know."

"No matter how precious something is, from the moment you get it, there must be a day when you lose it."

Dazai said almost gently:

"So. Hurry up and grow up, you can move forward alone."

"look."

He stretched out his right hand.

There is no doubt that those slender fingers will land on Gojo Satoru's face.

However, the grown-up boy staggered back, explaining in a panic.

"No, teacher, no."

Gojo Satoru said confusedly.

"I still want to use the no-lower-limit technique. Here, I don't know if there are any miscellaneous soldiers sent by the high-level, and—the other ones..."

"I want to protect you, teacher."

Gojo Satoru's tone was almost painful.

"I do not know what to do--"

"Hug you."

The cold and cruel reality woke up the boy who was indulging in the trance of reunion after a long absence.

(my birdcage)

(Not yet, break it)

as well as.

(teacher…………)

(teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher)

(Too cruel)

(the way to wake me up)

(Too cruel!!!!!!)

but.

"I won't regret it."

"Teacher, you should give up your heart."

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and said.

And Dazai watched him calmly, and said "hmm":

"You have no chance to regret it anymore, Mr. Wu."

He smiled lightly, "—hate me to your heart's content."

Without waiting for his students to refute, Dazai pointed out calmly: "So, the conclusion is?"

Gojo Satoru grumbled and admitted.

"...I'm not strong enough."

These words were like a blunt knife cutting straight into his heart repeatedly.

"So, next?"

"Learn from that 27-year-old bastard until Jae---- beats him."

"I won't interfere anymore, okay?"

"Well. I will reflect on it. I won't give the old oranges another chance to disturb the teacher."

"Don't act like a baby anymore, forget about nutritious meals, regular work and rest, monitoring whereabouts and so on."

"This is impossible to give up. It is absolutely impossible to give up in this life."

"cut."

"??? Teacher, did you 'cut'?!?!"

so cute. ——I didn't dare to really say this sentence.

The teacher-student duo who were angrily scolding and being scolded (but the voice gradually disappeared since then): "..."

Night Moth said rightly: "???"

Does this kind of domestication method of Wujo Wu, who directly blows up big cats with their hair upside down, and tells cats to lie down and purr and turn their bellies in a few words, does it really exist? ! ? !

vaguely.

vaguely.

The 27-year-old Lemon, no, Gojo Satoru, muttered: "It's too much... This is too spoiling that brat...Damn it, is it really ignoring me all the time?! I also made a mistake, and I really want to be The teacher is preaching..."

very angry.

Furious into a puffer fish! ! !

"?!"

Night Moth Zhengdao popped a few crosses on his forehead, clenched his fists, and punched that irritating head!

"Don't you want to be preached?! Okay!!! You just condescend to listen to the uncle's rough voice!!!!"

The head teacher of the Conjuration High School roared:

"In the end, you caused this shit—give me a good time to reflect!!!!!!"

【Barrage:

"????? My mood is like a roller coaster????"

"The guy who was driving suddenly stabbed me a few times??? I just withered?!"

"That's right, it's not my illusion, is it? The leader Zai is pushing people out again??"

"The hedgehog-type Zai... must have been shocked by the 5t5 Shura field..."

"What kind of overreaction is this... the hurting type, I'm dead..."

"When I think of the leader Jae rejecting this and that, and pushing those who care about him to a happy place, I want to cry."

"You see, the leader Zai kept saying that he hoped that 5t5 could go forward alone, and he never mentioned himself."

"After all, he doesn't have himself in that happy ending... so it's better to hate him to feel relieved at the end..."

"Sister on the left, you sent me away with a knife?! Why can people

die twice? ! ? ! "

"I can't help seeing DK Five's heartache... Hey, that bratty and arrogant little boy back then would show this kind of expression ah 1551"

"Earlier when Dazai was stabbed with a knife, You Wu burst into tears... I also cried and cried..."

"There is also the sentence that Gao Zhuan Wu said, isn't it 'If I don't have a sword in my hand, I can't protect you; if I keep holding the sword, I can't hold you tightly', a famous line..."*

"Damn, Dazai's human disqualification kills people in this kind of place, and he will always be right in one stab."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"I'm crying, I want to eat candy woo woo woo woo"

"I don't care anymore! I'm already dead! Knives can't catch up with me! How about Kangkang, this crazy Lemon 275!"

"Congratulations to 275 for completing the process of being shocked→unhappy→unwilling→Zhenxiang's complete eclosion process!!"

"Blind guessing is total perversion (laughs)."

"It's really fun to play with biological stems on the left hhhh"

"I hope it will be a sweet high school life! Please!!"

"Let's make sugar last longer!!!"]

And since this shocking appearance, no one in the entire magic world knows about these two people.

One is Dazai Osamu, a demon-like resourceful holder of nullification abilities who had all information blocked by the high-level with a "special" level of secrecy.

One is Wujo Satoru, who comes from another world and is proficient in no-lower-limit spells and related moves, and deserves to be the strongest.

Among them, the 27-year-old Gojo Satoru stayed at the High School of Conjuration, and for some unknown purpose, served as a special instructor for a short time.

No one has the guts to try for themselves whether this is a real "five".

As for another ordinary person without magic power.

The Gojo family announced the identity of Osamu Dazai to the entire magic world that day.

Not only directly put the faces of all the high-level people under their feet, but also scared the curse masters to flee abroad one after another, curling up their tails to be human.

As a result, under the turbulent and seemingly stable water surface, the magic world unexpectedly maintained an unusually peaceful period of time.

(By the way, the Gojo family really cut off the financial supply and various logistics to the magic world for the entire quarter)

(The high-level executives had to hold their noses and sign a lot of contracts before they managed to coax Gojo Gojo into a change of heart)

(Of course, how many people lose their hair because of the popularity behind this is not a matter of concern to everyone)

However, the students of the High School of Conjuration did not care about the situation in the conjuration world to this extent.

They just—felt it firsthand—the way teacher Gojo Satoru taught the class.

At this moment, the two first-year students just finished their practice and staggered to the side of the playground, then sat down in embarrassment.

"Whoa, whoa...Wow, I'm so tired..."

Haibara Yuo with short black hair tried his best to adjust his breathing, and wiped his sweat with his sleeves without thinking about anything else.

Sitting next to him, Jianren Qihai didn't even bother to speak, and raised his head to gurgling water.

Every time, every time, as long as you take a special guidance class, no one is not embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru, a teacher from another world, is as if he has accurately calculated the limit value of everyone's ability. Every class squeezes out the last bit of strength from the students, and uses this strict method to force young people to make progress.

It doesn't matter if it's just like this, anyway, I know my own growth, no matter how hard I work in class, my strength is indeed growing little by little.

No one thinks he is too strong.

(Not everyone is Wujo Wu)

——Also, even if a student is naive to this level, as a conjurer, he will be forced to face reality after two missions.

The point is not here.

The point is-

The character of teacher Gojo Satoru is too bad! ! ! ! ! !

I don't know how many students shouted.

How could they think that their classmate/senior Gojo Satoru was annoying enough? !

Obviously the adult version can be even more annoying! ! ! ! !

Among them, Jianren Qihai, who was forced to honorably address him as "Teacher Wutiao" and had to look at unreliable adults and laugh wildly every time he shouted: "..."

He doesn't want to talk at all.

As long as the class is over, Qi Hai doesn't even want to leave the disqualified teacher with half a look.

"...Ah, wow, look!"

Instead, Hui Yuanxiong, who was sitting next to him, poked him lightly, and reminded him in a low voice, with a little excitement in his voice:

"It's rare. Mr. Dazai is here."

Hearing the key terms, even Jianren Qihai couldn't help but move his eyes.

--correct.The one who rarely appears in this student activity area is that one, Dazai-san.

There is no doubt that closely following them is their senior Gojo Satoru.

And the one who teleported there in the blink of an eye was the wicked teacher who had just finished class.

Huiyuan was still by his side and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Oh, that's great, I want to listen to Mr. Dazai's class too..."

"Forget it," Nanami Jianren took another sip of water, his eyes were still involuntarily looking at the other side, and he complained: "Haven't everyone been warned one by one by Wujo seniors? Don't follow him and shout 'Teacher Dazai' ……What."

He sighed deeply, and swallowed all the complaints about the naive seniors.

Haibara propped his chin on the back of his hand: "Although, yes, that's it..."

The first-year student of the high school of conjuration thought about it again, but was still a little excited.

"But since we've met each other, why don't we go over and say hello? After all, it's so rare!"

Jianren Qihai was silent for a while, and finally screwed on the lid of the cup, put his hands on his knees, and stood up vigorously.

"Let's go."

Nanami said briefly.

"Mr. Dazai is already the person I respect the most now that can make 'Gojo-sensei' feel ashamed."