Reel dog disqualification

It was the first time for Shiina Yuki to see this social setting that seemed to appear in a period drama.

At this time, telephone booths, newspaper outlets and small vendors were common on the street.

Compared with the prosperous Tokyo in 2022, it reflects a kind of human feeling that has not yet faded.

In the past 30 years, after all, many traces of changes have been drawn in this city. Shiina Yuki looked around and mobilized his scarce literary and artistic cells to sigh──

──Ah, because all the time is invested in rolls, which land price is promoted?

The science students said that in terms of artistic cells, there is no such thing.

It should be fortunate that she has never remembered these things, otherwise, the future self-made representative must have a curly dog!

She will become an invisible and unknowable rookie in the capital market──because of her death.

Rather than entangled with spells.

──This article has become a chronological article with a wrong beginning!

The voices died down.

Shiina Xing followed Gojo Satoru further and further away.

Objects piled up in disorder, dark streets and alleys, a line of sky.

Shiina Yuki couldn't even hear the bird's voice.

She followed suit, walking on some dilapidated concrete roads. This cement road may be rebuilt in the future, but, at least for now, it is still cursed.

Shiina Yuki saw the curse spirit in the middle of the road with nothing.

It seems to have crawled from somewhere, with only half of its body trailing along the trail.

Different from the mud-shaped mantra that Shiina Yuki had seen before, this mantra clearly had a physical body, but the overly deformed big head and uncoordinated torso made him look particularly inconsistent with human aesthetics.

──Picasso calls experts directly!

Yuki Shiina recalled the painting 'Guernica' from her art class knowledge that she had been abandoned in high school, and she deeply believed that there could be a battle between these two monsters.

Wujo Wu looked around, except for this curse spirit, there was no other magic reaction.

──Did something run over this curse spirit when it died to make it look like this?

Gojo Satoru gave up on further investigation.

In the past, countless curse spirits let him know, there are only shapes that you can't imagine, and there is no form that the curse spirit cannot do.

"The permutations and combinations of these spell spirits are really learned to the pinnacle."

This was Shiina Yuki's exclamation one day.

Gojo Satoru looked at the curse spirit again with the eyes of the sky──

"Well, level 3, suitable for novices."

Casual and mixed with some satisfied tone.

He beckoned and motioned Shiina Yuki: "Okay, this is your practical subject, just pull it out first."

──Is this too hardcore?

Shiina was helpless: "...Okay."

She didn't have any magic tools at this time, even if she was a student who was just talking about wars on paper, she wouldn't kill the magic spirit with a knife.

Shiina Yuki's athletic talent is equivalent to that of a sloth.

Unless time slowed down, she would not even be able to react slowly.

However, no matter how novice a level 3 spell spirit is, it is still a mob with corresponding attack power.

Shiina Xing was a little worried, if he didn't brush the opponent, he would die again.

on the street.

The curse spirit is clearly aware of Shiina Yuki's spell power. Although the spell power emitted by Shiina Yuki is extremely small, the spell spirit has been more sensitive to spell power than the conjurer since its birth.

It is like a shark smelling blood, coming with killing intent and greed.

Shiina Yuki's san value dropped a lot first.

She believes that the appearance of the magic spirit also affects the conjurer's crusade to a certain extent.

If the birth was a little better, Yukina Shiina would not be physically sick just by seeing it──

──It really challenged her aesthetic bottom line.

Shiina Yuki has read Gojo Satoru's entire book on spells, and has memorized and understood it.

Especially when she practiced in the air with spell power many times, even if she looked away from the spell spirit, she still drew an attack spell in an instant.

This is also the only low-level spell that Yuki Shiina, who is a master of magic power, can really use himself──

──Just use the spell power to form a certain attack power under the constraints of the spell, which is equivalent to scaring away wild animals with fire under the condition of a torch.

Shiina Yuki is still fine.

Gojo Satoru then watched her fight.

When he started teaching Shiina Yuki, he vaguely realized──

Shiina Yuki's eyes were penetrating, and he couldn't see any gloomy and obscure emotions when he looked into the depths.

Therefore, she is exactly the same as him in the mobilization of mana power.

Thoroughly, he copied his mobilization method from the source code, instead of mobilizing with negative emotions like a general new conjurer.

This makes her not be dominated by emotions when mobilizing her spell power, and she also has an outstanding advantage in dealing with spell spirits that particularly affect emotions!

Gojo Goku pursed his lips, and then he suppressed his complacent little thoughts.

This sense of accomplishment is addictive!

The level 3 spell spirit is very weak, at most it caused a certain degree of debuff to Shiina Yuki mentally.

Looking at this monster that exploded like a blown bubble, Shiina Yuki has not been relieved yet──

──Huh?This is gone?

She thought it would be a fierce battle, could it be that she is actually very strong?

Shiina Yuki's elation of "I'm curly and strong" didn't last long, when I heard the young master piapia clapping her hands: "Okay, let's treat it as a warm-up, come on."

He reached out and grabbed Shiina Yuki.

The indifference of a school of capitalists: "Let's go to the next place."

──Squeezing employees, old proficiency!

For Gojo Satoru, Shiina Yuki still knows very little.

As a curly dog, she has always known that there are geniuses in this world, and it takes a long time to improve over the curly dog.

──Gojo Satoru is such a genius.

The 7-year-old child shot the adult to death on the beach, and rushed to save the world every day.

Nevertheless--

Shiina looked forward to Gojo Satoru's blue eyes floating towards him, and another monster that challenged Shiina to accept the bottom line.

──This is still too much!

Fortunately, Shiina started round2.

According to Gojo Satoru's usual temperament, Shiina Yuki estimated that this larger curse spirit should have reached level 2.

Become even more ferocious.

Irregular eye pupils are intertwined in a strange and intricate way. In the salivating mouth, blunt teeth are exposed, matching the scarlet tongue. It is clearly similar to a fish, but there are limbs, climbing on the wall.

Simply, mental pollution!

Shiina Yuki endured this visual damage with difficulty.

In terms of oppression, this curse spirit is far inferior to the mud monster in the study room back then.

However, its heavy body and the filthy malice that almost overflowed from the pupils that looked at it made Shiina Yuki, who had no physiological reaction to being alive, still have a desire to vomit.

Gojo Satoru watched the battle again.

Shiina Yuki still drew the attack formula first, and when he was aiming at the curse spirit, it leaped heavily on the wall with its limbs, and rushed towards it with its scarlet mouth open at an extremely fast speed!

Shiina Yuki had no doubts, if she hadn't subconsciously blasted out, she should have marinated in this dirty mouth at this time, and since then she will never be able to escape from the nightmare.

The curse spirit's heavy body was blasted into pieces, and the limbs that fell on the ground even moved in reflex.

Like insects, it is annoying.

Gojo Satoru piapia: "Well done!"

A 7-year-old toddler, like a gentleman who is a good teacher, praises the child who has done well.

Shiina Yuki has been a top student and a good boy in the hands of teachers in various subjects since he was a child.

She was praised by this familiar tone, and she was habitually a little happy, and smiled at Gojo Satoru with a kind of obedient student cuteness: "ki."

"Nothing—"

It was only after he realized that he quickly restrained himself and coughed.

Pretending that nothing happened, heartbroken tormented by the shame of social death──

──My God!Why is it all asphalt roads!Soil!Let me bury myself!

The curly dog ​​begs to die!