You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

Silver hair, blue eyes, and the appearance of squatting on the railing reminds you of a large dog guarding the door.

You don't know when he came, but he's clearly more dangerous than a canine.

"Ha chirp!"

He sneezed again and rubbed his nose with his hands, "I seem to have a cold?"

A little familiar tone, as if I know you.

Remembering that he mentioned the knotweed stick, you lowered your hand, and the scalpel slipped into the sleeve without a sound.

"I have cold medicine in my bag."

"Cold medicine—?" He opened his eyes wide, his clear blue pupils dilated, with a strange sense of innocence.

"Would you feed me cold medicine like that?"

He pointed at the man behind you who was still retching, and the man's expression became more terrified when he saw him, and his body trembled as if he was about to fall apart.

It's bigger than the reaction when you stuffed your fingers just now.

This shows what?This man who suddenly appeared—he was strong—

Your heart beats slightly faster, and the long-lost excitement surges up.

You smiled at him, "Of course not."

You feel that you should take back your previous thoughts. If there are such people in the magic world, it will be much more interesting than seeking revenge from the Mafia.

A faint smell of blood blows along with the wind, and the blood splashed on your face has cooled down, and it feels sticky to the touch, which makes you feel uncomfortable.

He was still squatting on the railing and looking at you, with a hint of interest in his eyes, you looked at your blood-stained hands, and asked, "Do you have a tissue, come and wipe my face for me."

"Yep!"

He jumped down from the railing, jumped in front of you in two or three steps, took out his handkerchief and cupped your face.

This kind of obedient feeling makes you feel that he is more like a large dog... or the kind that comes when you are called.

"What are you thinking?" he asked warily.

"It's nothing."

He frowned in confusion as he smeared his handkerchief into your face, and he didn't make much effort, but you just felt like he was wiping the table with a rag.

You tilted your head in discomfort, and just about to stop, you heard him say, "It can't be wiped clean."

There was a layer of blood on the white handkerchief, which looked very shocking, but he didn't care at all, and rubbed the handkerchief on your face twice, and finally concluded, "It really can't be wiped clean."

you:"…………"

You suspect that he did it on purpose, and now your face is wet and cold, probably bloody from being wiped by him, and you can't look at it at all.

He blinked and looked at you innocently, "Why don't you try my way?"

"any solution?"

He covered your face with his hands, your eyes were dim, and you subconsciously wanted to step back, but he immediately said, "Don't move."

An irresistible force pins you in place. His palm is so wide that it almost covers your entire face. A gentle force is transmitted from his palm. The blood fades like a tide, dripping down your chin to the ground.

He patted your clothes again, and the blood splashed on your body was bounced away by him. He raised the corner of his mouth and said triumphantly, "It's done!"

You: "...Thank you."

You suddenly feel that he is cuter when he smiles than Ozawa who is sitting at your front desk.

Your schoolbag was thrown in the corner of the rooftop by the man who arrested you. You picked it up, took out the cold medicine and handed it to him.

The class bell just rang, and you glanced at the man who fainted at some point, "I'm going to class, this person..."

"I'll take care of it." He answered with a smile, "Bye bye~"

The door of the roof is closed, the bright light is lost, and the corridor becomes chaotic. You walk downstairs quickly, and the voice of the system sounds tremblingly: "Master Susu Susu..."

Even honorifics are used.

"What's the matter?" you ask.

"He..." The system stuttered, "He saw..."

"It's okay, he won't say it."

You know what the system is worried about, but there is no need for it. From the beginning to the end, he didn't take what you did to heart. In his eyes, these are trivial things.

Of course, for him, it's the same for you.

"It's like an elephant doesn't care what the ants on the ground are doing." You rushed into the classroom, sat down before the teacher arrived, and smiled in a good mood, "However, I am not an ordinary ant."

In order to "repay" him for letting go, you left him a little prank, and you don't know what expression he will have when he finds out.

It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered this kind of situation. You treat someone as an opponent, but he doesn’t pay attention to you at all, but you don’t feel frustrated at all. Instead, you find things getting more and more interesting.

You say to the system, "Show me that plugin."

You are looking forward to your next meeting with him. Before that, you must know more about what spells are.

The system quickly projects the plug-in in front of you.

"The task in the "well" has been mentioned last time. Everything in it is composed of thought particles, and the host will also enter in this form. In addition, because human beings' thinking speed is very fast, even if the host stays in it for a long time, The time outside is only one or two minutes past..."

It's more like a virtual game setup, "Should I create an account?" you ask.

"No need...?" The system's voice was a little weak, "I bought this plug-in from a system senior, I... I'll go and read the manual!"

After the incident on the roof, he became very cautious and a little afraid of you.

You feel very boring, "No need, I will go and see by myself."

You stand up the book to block the teacher's view on the podium, and then close your eyes.

Open your eyes again, and you have come to the "well". The circular room is wider than you imagined, and the incandescent lamps embedded in the walls are all lit up. When you look up, you can see the vast starry sky above your head.

The Milky Way flows slowly, and you feel like the person in the story who is watching the sky from a well.

The sound of "di" came from directly in front of you, and a black machine lit up to remind you, "The thought particle has been analyzed successfully."

You walked over and saw several large characters displayed on the top of the machine screen - Fumo Yuchuzi.

Probably a cook?You ask the system: "My job is to impress this person? Then get his abilities?"

"Probably, isn't it..." The system didn't know what it saw in the manual, and became hesitant.

The font on the black machine flickered: "Enter?"

"Yes."

After the words fell, the scene in front of you suddenly changed. A strong wind blew in your face, and a lot of gravel was mixed in it, almost bleeding your face.

You raised your hands to cover your face, and at this moment you realized that something was wrong with your body, your hands suddenly had a thick layer of calluses, and the clothes you were wearing changed into a heavy black kimono, with a bow and arrow and a quiver on your back.

A hand reaches out from behind and grabs you, "Kamo, hurry up!"

"That person wants to make an appointment with someone here, even if you are a genius of the Yusan family, he will not have any scruples, and you will die when he opens the domain!"

"field?"

"Chef Fumo! Don't be stupid, no one can escape, let's run - Kamo?!"

You stopped suddenly, and the speaker looked at you in shock, "What are you doing?"

You touched the string of the bow and arrow, slightly raised the corner of your mouth, and said with a smile: "Of course——"

"Go kill!"