When the strongest man in the world of magic swaps bodies with the pirate empress

Being referred to by the word "we", Kugizaki Wild Rose subconsciously regarded the boys as her future classmates. She wondered, "Aren't you our teacher?"

"Yes. Although I am a magician in a high school, I do not hold the position of teacher." Nanami Kento explained the reason in a few words.

Fushiguro Megumi raised a palm at shoulder height and said, "I am your classmate. As for the knotweed, he has not passed the entrance exam yet."

"you are?"

"Fu Heihui."

"Where is our class teacher?"

"Xia...the head teacher is in a special situation and cannot leave the school."

"Ah - that means you and I are the only two in the class?" Kugizaki's free hand pointed at Megumi Fushiguro, and then at herself.

Fushiguro Megumi nodded in acquiescence.

"I will also enroll in school!" Hisuhito became anxious when Fushiguro Megumi excluded him.

"You need to pass the entrance exam first."

"By the way, Kugisaki... have you just come here? Do you still remember what the entrance exam is?"

……Um? You don’t even know how the exam is conducted, so you want to know the “test questions”?

It seems that he is really a layman who doesn't know anything about higher education.

Kugizaki Wild Rose teased, "What's wrong? Do you want to know the answer?"

"No, no, no," with Mr. Nanami and Fushiguro by his side, it was impossible for Hisahito to admit that he wanted to find out the answer to the question.

Of course, even if he was alone, he would not cheat by asking Kugisaki for answers.

Knotweed Hisahito twirled his fingers and calculated his ranking in the last exam, "...It's okay, it should be fine."

The main thing a college should look at is physical fitness. If you can pass the cultural class... that's fine.

Perhaps because she felt that only one boy could control the test in the future, the number was too small. The orange-brown-haired girl took the initiative to reveal, "This is my first time in Tokyo. Moreover, the test method is decided by the principal. Well, it won't be a written test anyway."

"Uh, separate assessment by the principal?"

There is a scarcity of talents in the technical college, so Kugizaki Wild Rose, who has already participated in the magician activities in her hometown, was naturally invited by the technical college. However, Kugizaki Wild Rose had a dispute with her grandmother about attending a high school, and her grandmother did not want her to leave her side. Rose Kugizaki couldn't come to Tokyo for the "interview", so the principal came in person.

And the reason why my grandmother relented in the end was also due to the principal.

Any student has layers of fear towards teachers, head teachers, grade teachers, principals...

Including Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

He hugged his elbows and cheered up the atmosphere, "I haven't seen a teacher yet, but I'm going to see the ultimate boss."

"Don't worry, as long as you are aware enough, passing the assessment is very simple."

"How did Kugisaki pass?"

"Huh? I just mustered up the courage to say, 'I want to live in Tokyo!' and then I was allowed to enroll."

"That's it? What's Fushiguro like?"

Megumi Fushiguro turned a blind eye to Hisato Hisahi's look for help, "We'll know when we get there."

The four of them started walking around. Ichichi, who was picking up Fushiguro Megumi, was waiting for them in the garage.

Ichichi was very happy to see Nanami Kento and said hello to this senior who was one year older than him.

After the initial greetings, the car returned to silence. Hisato Hisagi secretly glanced at Taketo Nanami, the co-pilot, and then looked at Megumi Fushiguro and Rose Kugizaki beside him.

Megumi Fushiguro closed her eyes and rested, and Rose Kugizaki looked out the window - their luggage was placed in the trunk - with no intention of chatting.

Knotweed Hisahito was a little restless. He exhaled a long breath silently and glanced at Fushiguro Megumi quietly.

"..."

"........."

"........."

"Tsk, what's wrong?" Fushiguro Megumi opened her dark green eyes and looked back unhappily.

The face with "I have something to say" written all over it almost gave him goosebumps.

"Fushiguro, about Gojo-san..."

At that time, the huge snake-shaped curse spirit was aimed at him and Fushiguro Megumi. The two of them had no strength to face the enemy. When they thought they were about to be hit hard, a man wearing ancient clothes suddenly appeared on the giant snake's head, causing the giant snake to be hit. The snake stopped hunting.

After Miss Gojo-san and Miss Gojo-Yuzu left, Hirohito got the answer from Fushiguro Megumi.

That man is the new emperor!

The Emperor is a conjurer, and it looks like Fushiguro even knows the Emperor!

The pronunciation of "Gojo-san" directly grabbed the attention of Ichichi and Nanami Kento who were sitting in the front seat.

Mr. Gojo, the Emperor...

Ichichi is just an auxiliary supervisor and doesn't know much. Nanami Kento heard some rumors that Gojo Satoru was no longer in the country.

The senior management said that Gojo Satoru was on an overseas mission.

——After all, Gojo Satoru is the "Ding Hai Divine Needle" in the world of magic. Even Nanami Kento, who cannot arouse any respect, has great trust in Gojo Satoru's strength.

When he saw Gojo Satoru succeeding the emperor, Nanami Kento found himself...

He found that he could no longer respect the royal family.

Of course, this is never his fault.

……

Amazon rainforest, Apache tribe.

The serpentine spell spirit is confronting the tribal warriors.

Hancock jumped up, turned gracefully in the air, and then landed smoothly on Melomero's head.

After chatting with Oduhemi for a while, Hancock was not in a good mood. She loosened the inhibition she had when she first came to the tribe and no longer deliberately lowered her sense of existence.

The Empress' whole body was filled with invisible charm, and she soon bewitched the minds and bodies of these primitive people.

The soldiers who saw Hancock's true appearance couldn't help but relax their strength. They put down their torches and weapons, and the leaping coyotes also stopped baring their teeth and roaring.

Only a few old soldiers with the highest level of vigilance still held their spears tightly.

But even if they knew this was the enemy's plan... they... couldn't look away.

There is no "different aesthetics" between primitive people and outsiders. Beauty is beauty and does not require any adjectives. Like the wind wrapped in the fragrance of flowers in spring, like the silence that is hard to find in the rain forest, it is close at hand, yet out of reach.

The man spoke

"Can you please stop using such dangerous things on Yu?"

"No, guest... we are not facing you..." The fierce-looking snake-shaped curse spirit was right under their field of vision. They could see it if they lowered their heads just a little bit...

Hancock's voice deepened. "It's Yu's pet. You guys, put down your weapons."

The primitive people who could not withstand the temptation threw away their weapons one after another, and several old warriors who persisted also abandoned their bottom line under Hancock's charming eyes.

Oduhemi, who was protected at the back with the children, looked at the comical scene at the door from a distance and did not stop it.

It seems that the customer is a little unhappy...

Her compatriots are safe for now, and if this allows her to let off some steam...

! ! This voice is

"——Huh? You encountered an intruder."

Tiger's shaman - a cursed spirit who named himself "Real Man" - left his original owner for some reason and came to the tribe alone. Compared with the unknown state of being wrapped in mist when he was just born, the real person now has a human-like appearance.

The clothes on his body barely covered his skin, and the face of the blue-haired cursed spirit with strange eyes was distorted, "Should I come later? I'll wait until you are in dire straits before I come to 'save you'. This is more in line with the appearance of a human hero!"

Oduhemi's heart beat violently. She pushed aside the tribal warriors who were blocking her, ran forward, and made a blocking gesture, "What are you doing here!... Where is Mr. Tiger?"

Unlike Fisher Tiger himself, Mr. Tiger's shaman is completely "evil". He has no ideological inhibition or self-restraint. He is a lawless real person with no bottom line. He is the object of resistance and disgust by all members of the tribe.

Tiger is not a primitive man born in the Apache tribe. The Apache people have accepted the reality that "Mr. Tiger's shaman is not a coyote", but it does not mean that they can accept this shaman named Zhenren!

Tiger also doesn't like Zhenren, but...as long as Tiger doesn't eliminate his dislike of human beings, Zhenren will continue to absorb negative emotions from Tiger and be reborn countless times.

Tiger once confessed to Oduhemi that I cannot help but hate human beings, so I cannot kill real people. One day, my "inner demons" will swell to the point where I can't suppress it. At that time, I won't be able to control the real person...

Oduhemi, I will try my best not to appear in the tribe. The people here will trouble you.

...But now, Mr. Tiger is not here, but the real person appears alone.

Oduhemi didn't want to think about the worst possibility, but the only person who might know the answer was the real person in front of him.

Faced with Oduhemi's questioning, the real person suddenly took action, and touched the nearest shamans with his open palms. The shamans howled, and the flaming coyotes turned into substantial flames and spread into the sky, and then... ...disappeared into the air.

"My chains have been released. Now, it's time for me to 'repay the favor'."

The real person suddenly turned around, and the strange light flashed across his strange-colored pupils: "I remember you, your name is Oduhemi, right? You are a woman who cannot unite a shaman, a waste of Apache."

"Shut up! Don't say that about Oduhemi!"

"A mere 'foreign object' turned out to be so rampant..."

"What did you do to the leader!"

Oduhemi calmly faced the slander of the real person and replied, "You are a foreign body born from a 'shaman'. Your existence is not welcome in the ideal world I expect."

The Apache shaman was born out of fear of the sun, the real person was born out of Tiger's hatred of human beings, and Oduhemi...she didn't have any nasty creatures, and she could never summon her own shaman. Full.

"Ideal? Ah, I know, a world where you and outsiders coexist peacefully." The real person was forced to be Tiger's "follower" in his early years. He listened to a lot of Oduhemi's childish remarks, and he curled his fingers and turned into a Claw-like, ready to attack, he said with a ferocious smile, "Go to another world and create yourself——"

"It's really boring." Hancock finally spoke after watching a ridiculous show in Melomero's head.

She looked down at the special curse spirit whose face was covered with stitches, and looked solemnly, "Yu also wants to know what you did to Tiger."

The real person with shallow "social knowledge" did not take Hancock seriously. The snake-shaped curse spirit he summoned was far from the special level, and there was no chance of winning against him.

Moreover, when he first arrived, the Outlander and Apache were also hostile. The enemy of my enemy...not to mention friends, certainly not hostile for the time being. The real person thinks that he and Hancock have no reason to fight.

"Do you know that man? It's better to forget about him from now on. After all, he has-"

boom!

At a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with, a blur of white fluttered past his eyes. His stiff body had no time to move, and he could only slowly feel the stiffness coming from inside his body.

The real person came back to his senses in shock, lowered his head, and touched his petrified and pierced chest.

"you……"

boom!

This time, it was at the shoulder, but he couldn't even feel the pain... His vision gradually shifted to the right, and only then did Masato realize that half of his body was shattering.

"Ask me again, man, what did you do to Tiger."

The cold and impatient voice is like the mystery of the invisible light in the deep sea, deep and indifferent.