The spell daily of the departed savior

At the same moment, Wuli, who was watching the second-year Chanyuan Maki's training with folded arms on the playground of the High School of Conjuration, frowned slightly, and turned to look in a certain direction of the high school.

——The restriction of the curse he gave was blocked.

"!!!"

Yuzu Yuhito's pupils constricted, and his heart stopped beating at that moment.

Gojo Satoru was very satisfied with the shock he had brought to his lovely student—hatred is the motivation.

"From today onwards, Knotweed-san will use this to train." Gojo Satoru put the lop-eared rabbit, which had been infused with mana and slowly recovered into the shape of a rabbit, into the trembling palm of Knotweed Yujin.

"The rules are the same as before, except that the magic puppet is replaced by a rabbit. During the process of watching the movie, as long as the spell power you input at that moment is not the amount I stipulated, Junpei will change from a cute little rabbit— —”

Gojo Satoru sat tilted with one hand propped on his head, laughing wantonly: "Become a monster."

Knotabagi Yuhito let out a big breath, and only now recovered from the heavy impact just now and began to breathe, his whole body was covered with hot and humid sweat.

"I didn't expect that I haven't seen Xiaoli in a few years, and he has played so many tricks with the basic skills. Is it to make up for the inability to use the ability of mind at will?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the state of Kunzhang Yujin holding the lop-eared rabbit in the palm of his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and muttered in a low voice: "But isn't Xiaoli's growth too fast? Sanlun's teaching is really so good Is it? Ah, so angry, it seems that there is no way to tease Xiao Li too hard."

If it's really funny...

Gojo Satoru imagined Wuli's face for a moment, and then Wuli's fierce look when he was fighting with a knife appeared in his mind involuntarily.

——Probably he will be hunted down thousands of miles away.

But this time, there is no suppressor like Sanlun that can control that guy.It would be difficult if Xiao Li really went crazy.

Gojo Gojo let out a "tsk", and got up from the sofa with his hands in his pockets: "I have set the standard of mana power very high, which is almost your current limit. So, Knotweed, come on~"

Yuzu Yuhito stared at the lop-eared rabbit in his palm seriously: "I will, Teacher Wutiao!"

Gojo Gojo fixed his eyes on the student who was engrossed, and suddenly remembered what Miwa Ichiyan had said to him.

【Swordsmanship is not for harming others, but for protecting others from being harmed.Those who are resentful, terrified, and crying for help, whether I become a king or agree to enter the camp, it is all to bring them the hope of life.Even if you can't save everyone, if you are stronger, you can save one more. 】

Three rounds... Since you said that, why did you die alone, leaving the beast you bound alone?Are you not afraid that he will turn from the camp of saving the world to the madness of destroying the world?

Gojo Satoru smiled lightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Ah, by the way, Knotweed, rabbits are very fragile things, and a little unclean food can take their lives."

Knotaba Yuhito raised his head stiffly.

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice, whispering like a devil: "The little rabbit that the teacher raised when he was a child died when the teacher turned around and didn't pay attention—"

Knotweed Yuren: "!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Hirohito Knotabagi, who trusted his teacher, was frightened into a black and white line drawing.

Wujo Wujo laughed cutely, and left with little flowers bouncing around.

……

Wuli is Gojo Satoru found on the dark side of the building.

The white-haired young man with long hands and long legs was squatting on the bench, chewing candy with his cheeks in his hands.

"Have you released my restraint, Wujo?" Wuli stepped on his wooden clogs, walked up to Wujo Wu and sat down.

"Heh heh heh~ I stepped on the place where you were sitting."

Wuli glanced at the white-haired magician who was smiling gloatingly, and said calmly: "I drive [Jian], and the dust won't touch me."

Gojo Satoru chewed the candy between his teeth in disappointment: "Hey—why is this? Speaking of which, since when did Xiaoli call me 'Mr. Gojo' so sad, I'm about to cry."

"It started with finding out that you have absolutely no place to be respected."

Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his lips, let out a long "Cut—" and asked, "Obviously when I met Xiaoli in Honmaru, he was still as cold as a human sculpture, why does he look more like a living person now?" Someone? Did something happen after I left Honmaru?"

"That has nothing to do with you. People who perform magic tricks on other people's doors should not be so confident as if nothing happened."

Wuli's tone was calm: "Kumizhang Youren—"

Gojo Satoru paused.

"Anyway, it's too early for him to face the death of his friend." Even though Wuli only entered the high school for a short day, he has pieced together the complete truth: "Aren't you going to do something to a student?" How did such a sloppy planner overturn?"

The air quieted down.

After a long time, Gojo Gojo let out a low "hmm".

"Yoshino Junpei, it's not in my original plan. I originally wanted the knotweed to grow quickly and recognize the reality of the magic world...but it shouldn't be this kind of reality. Losing a friend is something that happens at any time. It hurts so much."

After a short period of depression, Gojo Satoru laughed again: "The next time you encounter the curse spirit of the sewing monster, just kill it, it's a punishment for his growth."

Wuli's breathing was calm, and he was not affected in the slightest by Gojo Satoru's terrifying speech.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't get any response, looked at Wuli dissatisfied: "Aren't you going to stop me? Say something righteous and kind. Aren't you from the salvation camp?"

"My things have been robbed, of course I have to take them back. Those who dare to rob their own things will naturally have to punish their crimes with death." Wu Li's brows and eyes were calm, as if it was a matter of course for him , It is strange for people who would question such a matter of course.

Wujo Wutiao stared at Wuli for a long time, then turned his head with a sneer: "You bastard, it's really scary. But it's really something you can say."

"Although I think it's impossible to hide it from you, I'd like to ask by chance—have you already found out?"

Even though Wujo Wu's words were vague, Wuli knew exactly what the other party was asking—just as Wujo Wu knew what he knew.

"If that's what you're talking about. Yes, I already know."

As a habit that has been preserved since the time of the camp, Wuli has been observing the words and deeds of everyone since he came into contact with the relevant personnel of the High School of Conjuration, starting from any fragmentary clues he obtained, and asking people who may know The complete truth.

He doesn't need others to answer specific sensitive questions, and even the person being asked doesn't realize Wuli's real purpose at all. away from the desired information.

In less than two days since landing in Tokyo, Wuli has roughly figured out the situation in the magic world.

Wuli answered the wrong question and said: "When I was in the camp, I once knew a high-ranking person. With his embarrassing status as an unfavored prince, he finally built his ideal world."

Gojo Satoru was hit by the words in Wuli's words, looked sideways at him, and suddenly became interested in the story about the high-level person Wuli was about to tell.

Wuli lowered his eyes calmly, and said: "The high-level camp believes that since it is a reform, it must be thorough, and the change from the inside is slow and incomplete. If the empire is already rotten, it is better to smash it from the outside. He can wait, but other companions and people cannot afford to wait."

Gojo Satoru put his hand on his cheek and understood what Wuli wanted to say: "Do you think my plan will fail?"

"No. I'm saying that your companions and people can't afford to wait anymore."

Wuli calmly revealed the fact that most of the young conjurers knew, but everyone knew it: "Your goal is to peacefully replace the high-level old men in the conjuration world and clean up the conjuration world?"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru admitted readily: "Those rotten oranges should be thrown into the basket to feed the curse spirit."

"So, do you want to help me? Xiaoli."

"I refuse." Wuli stood up, and his long black hair fell from his shoulders.

He said indifferently: "The life and death of others has nothing to do with me. Besides, I have resigned from the camp. Saving lives or the world is no longer my job content."

"It's really cold, Xiaoli."

Gojo Satoru bulged his cheeks unhappily, and when he saw Wuli turning around to leave, he raised his voice slightly and asked, "What's the story behind that high-ranking camp?"

Wuli's tall and slender body paused, and looked back with a half-smile: "That one is smarter than you."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Just listen to Wuli continue: "The one who was killed by his best friend in public. In this way, all the sins of the world will be punished, and through his death, he ushered in his ideal world."

Gojo Satoru's expression went blank for a moment.

"The high-ranking man was at odds with his best friend's beliefs. His best friend insisted on changing from the inside, but he wanted to change from the outside. So he established a knight order, gathered the people's beliefs and pursuit, and shook the foundation of the entire empire. In the end, he and The identity of the best friend is reversed, and his best friend inherits his ideal after he dies - and is forever trapped in his ideal, giving all the rest of his life to maintain his ideal world."

"The dead will sleep forever, and the living will wake up and suffer forever with love. The one who is left behind will always be more miserable."

Wuli looked at Wutiao Wu's face that had completely lost any expression, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems to be completely opposite to your experience, Wutiao."

After finishing speaking, Wuli straightened his slightly wrinkled snow-green robe and walked towards the playground.

A few of the second graders are still doing special training there before the exchange meeting. Since he joined the job as a physical education teacher, he must be matched for this job.

"Xiaoli, I suddenly have a crush on the faction. It sounds like an interesting place." Gojo Wu suddenly stopped Wuli from behind: "I heard that you suggested that Qi Haihai change jobs to the faction? I can do it too~ "

"I won't guarantee you." Wuli rejected him indifferently: "If it's just you, when you die, the head of the camp's human resources department should take the initiative to show up and give you an invitation letter."

Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up with a smile: "I will definitely agree to join the job."

"Ah, I always feel like I've lost. Whether it's the third round or the high-level you mentioned, the high-level people in the camp are all such interesting people. The high-level people in the magic world are a bunch of rotten oranges."

Speaking of those rotten guys, Gojo Satoru frowned in disgust.

"I really want to meet that high-ranking man... What's his name? After I die, I must go and see what kind of person he is. I always think that I will get along with him~"

"Lelouch."

Wu Li said: "Lelouch V Britannia."

……

After Wuli left, Gojo Satoru squatted on the bench alone and ate all the candy he was carrying.

He turned the sugar bag upside down, and only the powdered sugar fell down.

"Ah."

Gojo Satoru jumped off the bench and moved his numb hands and feet.

Then, belatedly, I realized that I was retaliated by that dark guy in Wuli.

"Tsk, you said so much, just to make me unhappy, well done, Xiao Li."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed the position of the heart.

No matter how much sugar you eat, you will always feel the bitter taste in your throat.

"Indeed, Jie, the one who was left behind... also clings to the ideal of the one who died."

Xia Youjie.

Wujo Gojo silently recited the name of his best friend who had already been killed by himself.

After standing silently for a long time, he turned and looked in the direction of the playground: "Hey~ It seems that you really can't mess with Xiaoli casually anymore, and you can report it on the spot. How do the three rounds teach students? It's scary. "

"It's decided! Next time, give Xiao Li sweet cherry blossom buns."