After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

The inside of the infirmary smelled so strong that it was a bit of a nose-washing disinfectant.

Gojo Satoru answered the phone and teleported away before returning. Kazuki Matsushiro leaned against the wall and dozed off for a while.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to think about things related to Gojo Satoru, but he was afraid of something. The smell of disinfectant from the infirmary sank into his dream all the time.

When Kazuki Matsushiro went downstairs, a bunch of old men upstairs were still staring at Fushi.

Most of the high-level people in the magic world are old men who have old ways of doing things.He was too lazy to participate in the division of interests among the upper echelons of the magic world, and those old men didn't take him seriously because of his junior qualifications. It happened that the two parties were happy and peaceful and reached a consensus.

There was a lot of noise at this meeting, Kazuki Matsushiro left work early and left early alone, everyone had a bright future.

As the saying goes, if you work hard, you are making money for your boss; if you go to work to catch fish, you are making money for the boss. The same goes for being late and leaving early.

Although there is no such thing as a boss in the magic world, but leaving work one minute earlier means earning one minute of wages for nothing. Kazuki Matsushiro raised his wrist to check the time, and today he paid more than an hour's wages for nothing in the magic world.

Just as he was about to drive home, the window next to him was knocked twice by "Tuk Tuk".

Kazuki Matsushiro turned his head, and outside the window was one of the old men who should have been upstairs, and next to the old man was a face of [-] million drawn by five ancestors.

The ancestor opened the car door, slammed into his co-pilot abruptly, shaking his sunglasses: "Take me home."

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...

The old man saw that his god son Anan got into Kazuki Matsushiro's car, and he didn't bother with Kazuki Matsushiro about his early departure. He went upstairs in a murderous spirit and fought with the elders of other families to distribute the benefits.

"I'm looking for trouble with the higher-ups again," Matsushiro Kazuki had no choice but to start the ignition familiarly, and asked curiously while lighting it, "Why didn't I see you on the top before?"

"I was discovered before I had time to make trouble." Gojo Satoru took it for granted.

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...OK."

The rebellious period of other people's family is to stay up late and skip classes to play video games, and the rebellious period of Master Wutiao is to trouble the high-level when he has nothing to do.

Can't tell which one is better.

Fortunately, it was the elders of Gojo's parents who bothered him during his rebellious period, not him. Kazuki Matsushiro became a hands-off shopkeeper without any psychological pressure, and only wanted to be a peacemaker when Gojo Satoru came to seek high-level trouble.

In the current situation, Gojo Satoru was discovered by his elders before Kazuki Matsushiro had time to make peace.

Anyway, going home alone is also returning, and sending Gojo Wu back is also returning. This ancestor has always regarded him as a free driver, and fell asleep on his own after getting in the car.

After waiting for the red light, Kazuki Matsushiro turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru's rare soft side face after he fell asleep, and sighed to APTX4869: [This ancestor is quite quiet when he is not making noise. 】

The air conditioner in the car seemed to be turned on a little low. Kazuki Matsushiro reached out to adjust it, but he couldn't reach it.

……

Then he woke up with a start.

Someone was talking vaguely beside him, and the smell of disinfectant in the infirmary had long since faded.

When Kazuki Matsushiro woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep leaning against the outside like this. He didn't know who covered him with clothes. Kazuki Matsushiro identified it. It should be one of the white coats that Nitzi put in the infirmary. .

Probably because Nitro saw that he was asleep and didn't call him.

【When did I fall asleep?】 Kazuki Matsushiro rubbed the bridge of his nose, 【Is Gojo Satoru back yet? 】

He still remembered hearing Yidizhi say that something happened to the mission of the youth academy before he fell asleep.

[Matsushiro Kazuki,] APTX4869's tone was rare and dignified, [Kobashi Yuhito really died during the mission. 】

【what happened? ] Matsushiro Kazuki woke up with a jerk.

The vague voices around him now became clearer, and he vaguely heard Gojo Satoru and Yi Dizhi talking.

It seems to be questioning Yidi about the mission.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and finally the two pushed open the door one after the other and came out, just in time to meet Matsushiro Kazuki who was leaning against the wall outside the door.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, and his voice stopped.

"Smoking?" Matsushiro Kazuki took out a pack of cigarettes from the covered coat pocket.

"...No smoking." Gojo Gojo paused, but still took the cigarette from his finger.

Touching and leaving Matsushiro Kazuki's warm fingertips.

Kazuki Matsushiro took out another cigarette from the pack, without lighting it, and held it in his hand like Gojo Satoru.

It was probably because the quarrel between the two of them was a bit too ugly before, but now they were standing side by side in the corridor, and after asking this sentence, there was another silence.

Neither of the two mentioned the previous topic, and each took a cigarette tacitly.

After a while, Gojo Satoru stared at the end of the smoke, and said in a low voice, "Gazi just cured Kei and Kizaki."

Matsushiro Kazuki naturally put on an appearance of listening.

"Youren..." He paused, "The higher-ups have always wanted to sentence him to death, but now there is no need for it."

Gojo Satoru didn't know when he put on the blindfold again, Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly, so he had to respond vaguely.

He was at a loss.

He didn't play that kind of role very much.

In his few missions, he usually played the man who left everyone behind.

Complete quests, submit reports, and log out of the world.

As for the aftermath in the world, it has nothing to do with him.

Rarely, he is now the one left behind.

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to care whether he was listening or not, he just wanted to talk to someone.

"According to the logic, three first graders shouldn't go to the mission of the Youth Court," Gojo Satoru turned the cigarette in his hand over and over again. "No matter who dies in it, the higher-ups will not lose."

After the death of Polygonum cuspidatum Youren, the Su Nuo container can be solved.

The death of Fugurohui or Nagasaki Wild Rose will add to the obstacles of Gojo Satoru who insists on resisting the high-level.

Matsushiro Kazuki heard what he meant.

After hearing the meaning behind his words, he didn't know what to do.

Say what?

Saying that you should have known earlier, the upper echelons of the magic circle don't take human lives like this?What people with rights want, more rights.Once the authority of the superior is provoked, in order to maintain this superior power, he will inevitably fight back vigorously.

Or what can he, an ordinary person, say now?

It is too dangerous to say that your magic world is too dangerous. Even underage students like Knotabagi Yuhito will be tricked by the higher-ups when they go out on missions.The country has a complete set of criminal laws in the face of such dangerous ideas at the top.

[What can I say? 】He thought for a while, and poked APTX4869.

APTX4869: [According to your human habits, shouldn't you say mourning at this time? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki said: "Congratulations."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall and was silent for a while before saying, "Yes."

Then there was another silence.

Matsushiro Kazuki breathed out silently in his heart.

It turns out that estrangement is really a two-way thing. Only at this time did he feel dullly that every move in the past seemed to be spread out in his eyes, and the penetrating five senses can be seen, but now most of the time he can't see it. what.

He used to be complacent that Gojo Satoru's memory of him gradually became blurred after ten years, but now it seems that his memory of Gojo Satoru has also stagnated at ten years ago.

The hallway is empty.

Kazuki Matsushiro was not good at comforting people, and Yizhizhi was silent on the sidelines. APTX4869 Kotou military division gave him some ideas for a long time, but none of them worked.

He racked his brains and thought for a long time, and when Wujo Wutiao got up straight, he let out a sigh of relief: "Actually, you don't need to comfort me."

"The upper echelon of the magic world is like a big sale of expired rotten oranges in a supermarket," he said indifferently and with a hint of sarcasm, "the upper echelon of the magic world is just 5.00% idiots who control the remaining 90.00% of five's resources, conducting meaningless activities." internal friction, trying to let [-]% of people come and go as they please."

"Where in the world does such a good thing come from?"

Yidizhi on the side was dripping with sweat because of what he said.

Matsushiro Kazuki handed him a piece of paper.

"Perhaps it's not meaningless," he thought for a while and said, "Based on what I know about Knotweed Yujin, he probably only feels lucky that he saved his classmate."

"There is no unrepentant death for conjurers." Wujo Wu said subconsciously, and then he paused, as if remembering something: "Ah, no, there are."

He thought for a while: "There are also conjurers that I have never understood."

He turned around and stuffed the cigarette back into Kazuki Matsushiro's hand: "You can die willingly... and then turn around and come back as if nothing happened."

"Ah no," he denied again, "he didn't come back either."

Silence again.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have suddenly remembered such an outing, and there was no next sentence after finishing the previous sentence.

Yi Dizhi was sweating profusely beside him, and the two of them chatted in a confused way, and nothing came out of the conversation in the end.

Instead, Jiarui Nizi opened the door and asked, "Can you do an autopsy?"

Wujo Wujo seemed to have just come back to his senses: "Whatever."

"Aren't you going to take a last look?" Jiarui Nitro asked again.

Yidizhi looked at Gojo Satoru, then at Matsushiro Kazuki, and took a trembling step forward.

"You guys go," Matsushiro Kazuki waved his hand, "I'll go and see Fuguro and Nagasaki."

A classmate died not long after entering school, and Matsushiro Kazuki felt that the psychological shadow of these two people should not be light.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, and walked into the infirmary first with his hands in his pockets.

But APTX4869 was in his mind: [Is the person Gojo Satoru said at the end you? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [Don't put gold on my face, I can't die generously. 】

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【Oh...】 APTX4869 paused for a while, the dog couldn't spit out ivory, 【You said Gojo Wu became black... Could it be because you have been dying? 】