master transferred to spellcaster

The red rain was pattering down.

The man stood calmly in the rain, with the remaining limbs of the curse spirit scattered behind him, and the sticky rain of blood slid down from his body without leaving a trace.

"Oh, what a surprise."

Pulling off the black blindfold, Gojo Satoru looked down at the boy who had collapsed at the corner of the stairs.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a uniform of an unfamiliar style, and his black hair wet by the rain of blood stuck to his face, making his face paler.

The strength that was exerted on him before the boy's coma still remained on him, and he could clearly feel that his strength was more than a little stronger than usual.

50%?

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, thinking uncertainly.

The power different from mantra, the exaggerated buff effect, and the ability to ignore his infinite spells directly fall on him... It's really interesting.

However, the sudden energy fluctuation made him subconsciously knock him out with a knife—hope he didn't strike too hard.

In short, send it to the hospital first.Gojo Satoru picked up the boy and walked downstairs.

To abduct... There are plenty of opportunities for recruiting students.

Summer is the season when curse spirits are rampant. After the boy was sent to the hospital, Gojo Satoru was called by a phone call to deal with the vicious curse spirit incidents in other places.

It wasn't until two days later, when the person woke up and the injury was almost recovered, that Wujo Wu took Yidizhi to find someone.

The injuries on the boy's body were not serious, most of them were minor injuries caused by bumps and scratches while escaping.The heavier one was the laceration wound caused by a spell attack, about a dozen centimeters, and it was fine after stitches.

In addition, the most serious problem with the boy is that he lost his memory.

The hospital was unable to determine the detailed cause, and could only guess that it had something to do with the juvenile's coma.

And the direct cause of the boy's coma... no accident, Gojo Gojo's strong hand knife is the most suspect.

Without changing his face, he handed the inspection report back to Yi Dizhi in the front row. Gojo Satoru opened the car door, humming a song and walked towards the hospital gate.

-

It has been a while since Fujimaru Tachika woke up, the wound has recovered very well, and now he is allowed to do some simple activities-but push-ups and the like are absolutely prohibited.

Thinking of the tragic experience of being caught doing push-ups by the nurse yesterday, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Fujimaru Tachika's forehead.

The medical staff are so scary.

Physically nothing to worry about, what bothered him was that he didn't remember anything about himself except his own name.

That's right, it's bloody, he lost his memory.

What's even more bloody is that the common sense of life and the knowledge learned in school are still well in my mind.Only those memories related to myself disappeared completely.

It was almost as if my memory had been specially deleted by someone.

Could it be that he was trained by some secret service organization from an early age?The subject of the black-hearted experiment of the government agency?Or is it like traveling to a different world in the comics I read before?

Although he guessed a lot in a mess, in fact, the sense of panic brought to him by amnesia was just that.

If Fujimaru Lixiang said it himself, he always felt that it was not the first time he had faced such a strange situation, and he even had a subtle sense of familiarity and intimacy-what is impossible!What kind of person loses memory twice in three days!

"Fujimaru-kun, I'm here to visit—"

A silver-haired man wearing a black blindfold wandered into the ward, greeted him warmly, and sat down on a stool beside the bed in a very familiar way.

Black eyepatch...silver hair...

Fujimaru Tachika's eyes widened when he recalled something.

The only pure white in the red world - that was the last sight Fujimaru Tateka saw before falling into a coma.

"You were at that time—"

"You actually remember." Wujo Wuchong gave a thumbs up to himself, showing a bright smile, "Yes, I am your savior!"

Fujimaru Tateka choked on the hint of "thank me soon" that rushed to his face.But for some reason, even this scene gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

After being silent for less than two seconds, Fujimaru Tatsuka quickly reacted and picked up the topic in time.

"Thank you very much! To be honest, I thought I was going to die at that time."

It sucks to be forced to start a battle royale with monsters when you open your eyes without remembering anything.

Although he seemed to use some unscientific abilities instinctively, he couldn't match that monster at all.

To make matters worse, I ran into a boy who was alone in the middle of the journey. In that case, running away with others is no longer the level of difficulty x2.In the end, he had to let the boy run out first, and he stayed behind to attract the monster's attention.

If this gentleman hadn't arrived in time, he would have been killed long ago.

Did that boy escape successfully?

By the way, if it was the person who saved him, he might know the situation of that boy.

Fujimaru Tachika hesitated for a moment, before asking: "Did you see a boy later, his bangs were a bit long, covering half of his eyes."

"The boy you rescued? It's okay. He's in the ward on the same floor as you now. I think he will come to give you flowers after he recovers from his injury."

"Flowers... as long as he's fine. It's thanks to you that we were saved, and flowers should be given to you." Fujimaru Tachika breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly.

The wind passed through the gap in the window, blowing a few strands of black hair, and the blue lake in the boy's eyes rippled quietly.

After investigation, the spell spirit in the school that day was originally a fourth-level spell spirit, and it did not belong to the category of giving priority to dispatching magicians.

The fourth-level spell spirit became super-level overnight, and the support staff even missed a student during the evacuation in a hurry.

And this student is the boy who was rescued by Fujimaru Tatsuka.

As for the boy in front of him, he suddenly appeared in the teaching building, no identity information can be found, he seems to have amnesia, he only remembers his name——

Under such circumstances, can you still make the decision to risk your life to save others?And look no further.

very suspicious...

But it's also fun.

"I say--"

Gojo Satoru supported his face, and elongated his tone with some dissatisfaction, "Stop using honorifics, it sounds so unfamiliar..."

"Huh? Then what should I call you?"

"Five Enlightenment, Conjurer."

"I'm Fujimaru Tachika, this is the first time we meet, please give me your advice, Mr. Gojo." Fujimaru Tachika held Gojo Satoru's outstretched hand.

The feeling of being watched flashed across his hand for a moment.

Fujimaru Tachika looked at her hands - the fine scars spread from the knuckles into the sleeves, which were really conspicuous to an ordinary person.

Look back at Gojo Satoru again.

Well, he's wearing a blindfold and has no idea where he's looking.

Before he could speak, the other party let go of his hand, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked directly at Fujimaru Tachika, "Fujimaru Tachika-kun, do you want to come to the school of magicians?"

"Conjurer? Do you mean a profession that fights against those monsters like you?"

"Yeah, it's a big help that you understand so quickly."

Amnesia and the confrontation with monsters, the two overly dramatic elements piled up together, made Fujimaru Tatsuka a little unreal.

Although he doesn't remember the past, he thinks he should be just an ordinary person.Fighting against monsters is a life that has nothing to do with ordinary people, right?

You don't need to think about it to know that this is a profession that is accompanied by death.

he……

The silence was a bit long, and it was rare for Gojo Satoru to cooperate and quiet down, quietly waiting for Fujimaru Tatsuka's answer.

"If possible, I would like to go."

After a few long minutes, Fujimaru Tachika gave an affirmative answer.

Immediately, I started to panic as if I remembered something, and said embarrassingly, "But, I'm penniless now, and I don't remember anything about myself, and I don't know if there are relatives or anything..."

"Tuition and accommodation fees are free." Gojo Gobi gave an OK gesture.

After hearing such an answer, Fujimaru Tachika became even more restless, "I have nothing to repay." m.ζíNgYúΤxT.иεΤ;

"This is a special bursary fund every year. The number of conjurers is very small." Wujo Wujo started to fool around without blushing, and his tone was very sincere and frivolous, "You are the special talent we need."

"Students of the high school of conjuration also have a monthly subsidized salary, and—" the conversation changed, Gojo Satoru took out a bank card from his pocket, and stuffed it into Fujimaru Tachika's hand without refusal, "I personally want to hire You, as my lifelong on-call, dedicated support staff."

"Huh?? No, that."

"No rejection is allowed. Just treat it as a repayment for saving your life. As the old saying goes, for saving your life, you should promise it with your body!"

That's not how it's used!

Before Fujimaru Tachika could refuse, Gojo Satoru clasped his hands loudly, "Yoshi, then—"

"If there is no objection, please give me your advice, Fujimaru-san." Gojo Satoru smiled and held out his hand again, "Let's get to know each other again. I will be your homeroom teacher and employer for the next three years, Gojo Satoru."