Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Sure enough, Tsunayoshi Sawada went to the Tokyo High School of Magic.

There is nothing complicated about the admissions process.

Even the entrance qualification test that made him nervous all night, and he almost couldn't help calling Yoshino Junpei in the middle of the night, was very simple.

It is said to be due to the fire of dead energy.

However, after a while after entering school, Sawada Tsunayoshi occasionally heard it outside the principal's principal's room:

His enrollment was actually directly recommended by the Wutiao family.

The freshmen recommended by the conjurer's family can be said to be directly promoted no matter what.

"..." Tsunayoshi Sawada was silent for a while, and didn't ask any more questions.

That noun directly reminded him of his meeting with the two Wujo Satoru.

And no matter how identical the two are in appearance, Tsunayoshi Sawada can still tell which one is Gojo Satoru from the pure white room, and which one is the "Gojo-sama" of this world.

...What kind of quiet despair is that.

Even Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was standing aside, almost shed tears in strong sympathy.

And Gojo Satoru, who belongs to this world, is in any mood to order the family to help Sawada Tsunayoshi step by step.

Obviously, every step forward in the world, he will be farther away from Dazai-san.

Five homes.

It is still a traditional and ancient courtyard.

The silent dry mountains and rivers.

The frightened deer sounded from time to time.

Presumably, this summer, there will be crisp frogs singing in the pond.

And the butterfly that takes off lightly will always land on the delicate stamen of a certain flower.

As for the eight-year-old boy who tiptoed down the hallway to play a prank on his teacher.

Already grown up.

"In other words, 'Lord Tian Yuan' has become a god?"

Dazai asked, casually.

The man who lived in the Gojo house again after 20 years.

From that person, there is no trace of the passage of time at all.

——The time on his body seemed to have stopped.

It will be, forever 22 years old.

"Well."

The man who came from the other end of the corridor agreed with his nasal cavity.

He was holding a tray in his hand, and his walking steps were extremely steady, without any of the aura of being self-contained when he was young.

While walking, the head of the Gojo family replied:

"Although he has become a god, it is not much different from before."

He walked in, stooped to put the tray on the coffee table, and squatted down beside the bed.

"The enchantment techniques used for assistance can still be used normally, and the defensive enchantments of the Tokyo and Kyoto high schools do not seem to have changed. Conversely, no ordinary people have been given additional spell power."

Summary of Wujowu.

"It's just an old man watching. I think the Xingxing Palace is quite stable. Everyone is relieved, almost."

"...I see." Dazai smiled inexplicably.

"That's right." Gojo Satoru agreed, and urged him softly:

"It's time to drink the medicine, teacher."

"...Sawada, Sawada——Hi! Sawada-san!!"

After being shouted a few words from behind, Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly came back to his senses with a jolt.

"What's the matter, so distracted?"

His new classmate asked him with a smile.

Sawada Tsunayoshi smirked and rubbed the back of his head: "No, it's nothing, hahaha."

He almost said to himself, "It's just... I always feel a bit chilly, I don't know why..."

Fortunately, the bell for class hadn't rang yet, enough time for Tsunayoshi Sawada to chat with others and walk around the classroom.

There are not many students in the Tokyo Conjuration College, there are only a dozen or so students in a class.

It is said that more than ten years ago, there were only two or three students in a whole grade.

——The sorcerers back then were so scarce.

Fortunately, human beings do not rely on "the talent of magicians", but rely on modern science and technology.

Based on the gift of that 'Master Dazai', the method of "seeing the magic spirit through electronic means" has been improved.

Making it broad enough to allow ordinary people to discover potential it may not have shown.

And thus qualified to become a respected conjurer.

Of course.Conjurer is currently the most popular profession.

Not only can you get various bonuses, subsidies, and sponsorships directly given by the state, but also a complete system of logistics services.

Not to mention that conjurers are almost synonymous with "superheroes", and which teenager and girl with a dream of being a hero has never dreamed of falling from the sky and helping others in a handsome way?

Besides... there are no dangerous tasks now.

Sawada Tsunayoshi occasionally walked past the stairs, and could hear a few younger students laughing and complaining: "I also want to exorcise a first-level curse spirit to become famous", "Hahahaha, don't think about it, You can go up from the fourth level first!"

Hearing this immature and cute ambition, Tsunayoshi Sawada thought he could hardly count how many crises he and his companions had experienced together, so he couldn't help but smile at this stable happiness, and planned to go to another classroom to find his friend Yoshino Junpei.

— I heard he also made a new friend.

I don't know who it is?

Sawada Tsunayoshi was thinking in a daze, and maybe it was because of his useless system that broke out again. When he was turning, he slipped on the soles of his feet, waving his arms and screaming "Wow!" Without any suspense, he bumped his head on the shoulder of the opposite classmate.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, wait, are you okay? I'm so sorry!!!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his forehead bitterly, and hurriedly apologized when he came back to his senses.

He didn't sit down on the ground.

——The other party's reaction was extremely quick, and he grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's arm without causing the two of them to fall into a ball.

The boy with black hair looked him up and down in turn, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?!"

He bowed very apologetically, said something to the other end of the phone, promised many benefits repeatedly, and then hung up the phone with a shy face.

"That... I'm really sorry."

The boy stretched out his hand and scratched the hair on the back of his head, and smiled a little shyly, unlike the swift action just now:

"I was too busy talking on the phone with my girlfriend just now, maybe I didn't pay attention to the road. Anyway, you are not injured, are you?"

He stretched out his hand to Sawada Tsunayoshi:

"I'm a second-year student at Tokyo High School."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Otoko Yuta."

The second-year senior asked with a smile

ask:

"--And you?"

Osamu Dazai put down the empty medicine bowl.

Before the bottom of the bone china bowl touched the tray, Gojo Satoru picked it up.

Then he handed over a clean towel, and after Dazai wiped it slowly along with the crevices of his fingers, he handed him a cup of tea with just the right temperature.

He knew that his teacher didn't like sweets, so he didn't take out his favorite sweet snacks in the past.

"Then, the upper echelons of the magic world have disbanded?"

Dazai frowned slightly and drank two sips of tea, dispelling the smell of medicine in his mouth.

When he asked this question, he didn't look like he was concerned at all, it was just out of the habit of sitting on the dark throne for a long time, it was just the instinct of people who held great power and used to control the intelligence of the new world.

——Even though, this habit was not formed voluntarily by him.

Gojo Satoru simply cleaned up the odds and ends in the tray, then threw it aside and waited for the rest of the servants to deal with it.

Hearing this question, a sincere and happy smile finally appeared on that handsome grown-up face.

"Yeah!" He said gloatingly, "The old oranges have finally disbanded completely. Back then, I set off fireworks at their door for three days to celebrate~~~!!!"

This undisguised vibe is not the slightest difference from this person when he was a child.

...Don't make no progress in such a bad character.

Gojo Satoru wasn't finished yet.He continued, in a cheerful tone:

"In short, after the magic world and ordinary society reached an agreement, all the high-level people in the magic world were disbanded. Only the big and small families remained, and they also compromised with human society and accepted the information disclosure process."

The head of the family who is the most powerful in name and one of the "Three Imperial Clans", actually had to tilt his head to think for a while before he finally remembered.

"Ah, there's a new reorganization now. What's it called—oh yes, the 'Society of Conjuring.'"

Gojo Gojo smiled brightly.

"I'm really rolling with my stomach full of laughter! ——Teacher, teacher, just imagine~ Those old men who cling to their rights and refuse to let go, those rubbish whose minds are full of money, power, fame, and status, they are full of words. It's all nonsense like 'the honor of the magic world', 'the foundation of the magic world is unshakable', the result!"

He really laughed.

"Having struggled all my life, isn't this being eliminated by human society!!!" Gojo Satoru learned vividly: "'According to the new law, the human rights of every conjurer must be protected, and we must not sit idly by any astral body Reoccurrence of the incident'———— Teacher~ You should really look at the group of trash with eyes above the top when they hear this announcement, the colors on their faces can be used as palettes~!"

It was really fun.

Dazai recalled the group of living zombies whose breath had a rotten smell, and then immediately thought of the supremacy within reach of the upper echelons of the magic world. What kind of remorse—at least he should hate himself for not speaking the first sentence with "Osamu Dazai" rashly—and then he showed a slight smile.

"In this case."

Dazai said softly.

"And why are you still wearing this kimono, Go-kun?"

"————"

Gojo Satoru's laughter stopped.

"...you always understand everything."

"It's really disgusting, teacher."

He grunted muffledly.

"Then you should know that I am not mistaken."

Dazai answered him like this.

"Don't push yourself. Don't pinch your nose, hold back the stench, and do the same thing as those higher ups."

Osamu Dazai spoke the cold truth in a quiet voice.

"Gojo Satoru, your soul is much nobler than theirs."

"--Do not disappoint me."

"..." Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then lowered his head, and lightly touched the back of the teacher's hand on the edge of the bed with his forehead.

"I just want to extend the world as long as possible."

Dazai didn't refuse the action.

He curled his knuckles and gently smoothed student Shun's delicate and soft white hair.

Another long time passed.

Gojo Satoru, who buried his entire face in the quilt, opened his mouth again.

"teacher."

His voice was very soft.

"Am I still the...'good boy' in your eyes?"

Dazai managed to gather his attention, and answered him with a "hmm" in a nasal voice.

Gojo Satoru smiled contentedly.

He stood up, bent down and covered the teacher with the quilt carefully.Enduring it, he brought his cheek closer and rubbed against the back of the teacher's hand.

"Sleep, teacher."

Gojo Satoru said with satisfaction.