Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

It's a little late for class today.

It's been a while since the bell rang, and the teacher hasn't even walked in the door yet.

The first-year students of the high school of conjuration sat on the chairs bored, flipping through the textbooks and turning their pencils twice from time to time.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little restless and looked out the door frequently.

- The door opened.

The one who walked in was none other than the principal of this magic school, Night Moth Zhengdao.

If someone has seen his appearance ten years ago, they might not be able to help showing some nostalgic smiles.

The head teacher who once taught the two most powerful and "problem children" in the magic world, even now that he became the principal, doesn't seem to have changed much.

Still with a straight face, he looked extremely serious.

Wearing a pair of dark glasses on his face - still indoors - so in essence, the principal is not a person who follows the rules at all.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, probably no one would have imagined that this big man who seemed to have "not to be messed with" written all over his face would actually make one felt toy after another with his own hands behind his back.

... Even if it is his curse skeleton, it is one of the conditions for the operation to be activated.

At this time, the first-level magician stood on the podium and cleared his throat loudly like ten years ago.

From top to bottom, looking at the faces of a dozen teenagers and girls, I saw that there are more and more students in this classroom.

At such a moment, what would Noctua Moth Zhengdao think in his heart?

Those delicate and complicated thoughts could not be peeked out from the principal's face.

He just frightened the students who were agitated by surprise with a sullen face, and announced:

"Recently, another teacher will temporarily substitute for you."

After finishing speaking, Noctua Zhengdao waved to the door.

Someone came in from outside the classroom door.

He is tall and wears a straight, dark college teacher's uniform.

The clothes looked quite standard, but the teacher had pierced earrings, put on a high balled head, and tied up his half-long hair neatly, leaving only the long bangs hanging in front of his face on purpose.

Smiling and squinting his eyes, tilting his head and reaching out to say hello, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the word "regular".

Uh...... Is this really okay?

Many students murmured in their hearts.

The veins on Principal Ye Moth's forehead are throbbing? ? ?

At any rate, in front of the new first-year students, Ye Mo Zhengdao saved some face for one of his former problem students, and didn't punch him down.

He gave Xia Youjie a menacing look from behind the sunglasses, then nodded to the students under the podium, turned around and left.

——The classroom relaxed, and there were sighs one after another.

The new teacher taught the class in an eclectic way. After introducing himself, he asked the students to raise their hands and ask questions.

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone raised their hands high:

"Mr. Xia You! Excuse me, Mr. Wutiao, who was mentioned in the original course brochure, why did you miss this class?"

Oops, it seems that he is a little fan of that guy Satoru.

Xia Youjie replied with a smile:

"Wu he has something to do this week, he entrusted me to take over the class."

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard his familiar name under the podium, he couldn't help looking around.

He held back for a while, but still reached out to poke his deskmate.

"Well, excuse me..."

The 16-year-old, the new leader of Vongola, who mixed in with a group of young conjurers without any sense of disobedience, carefully asked his classmates:

"Why do you call Mr. Wujo 'Master Wujo'?"

His tablemate glanced sideways in surprise, and then remembered that this new student who seemed to be born in an ordinary family and had only recently detected the talent of a conjurer.

I just muttered in my heart, "Don't you usually like to watch interviews and forums?", and answered Sawada Tsunayoshi's question with good intentions:

"Because Gojo-sama is the head of one of the 'Three Imperial Households', of course you have to use the honorific title. Normally, Gojo-sama doesn't come to the high school very often, but only occasionally comes to teach as a special teacher, so I didn't meet this time, maybe Some students will be disappointed."

The deskmate whispered.

"In addition... Master Wujo doesn't like others to call him 'teacher', so we all call him that."

At this time, another student raised his hand and asked:

"Teacher Xia You!"

With a hint of provocation ready to move, the male student said loudly:

"This is Wutiao's practical class, right? If Teacher Xia You teaches us, what will he plan to teach?"

"..." Xia Youjie stood on the podium, smiling gently, and looked at the new student who was not afraid of death.

"It's very simple, it's not difficult at all."

Xia Youjie tilted his head and thought for a while, then raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

It was as if the night had been torn apart suddenly, as if a gap had suddenly opened in the air.

There is an extremely depressing and ominous atmosphere seeping out from that crack! ! !

Under the stunned gaze of the students, Teacher Xia You yawned slowly.

"I was on a business trip a while ago, and I brought back a souvenir for everyone."

Xia Youjie said with a smile on his face.

"I'm a bit sleepy. Let it play with everyone."

——From that crack, a gigantic bone claw climbed out!

"...Is it really okay not to go to class?"

Dazai asked him.

But that's really just a simple question, apart from asking a question, it doesn't carry any emotional meaning.

Since the leader came to this post-merger timeline, and since he declared that "I have done everything that should be done", he has really stopped touching any affairs.

Don't look at any rare Shinto books that the Gojo family spent another ten years searching and collecting from all over the world.

And he didn't even want to look at Gojo Satoru's [-]-year information organized by category according to his teacher's habits.

If it weren't for the occasional question, this look of not caring about everything would probably be no different from a leisure vacation.

Gojo Satoru never bothered his teacher with those trivial matters.

He was already a qualified head of the Wutiao family.

As a teacher, Osamu Dazai taught him, which one of Gojo Satoru did not keep in mind?

Hearing his teacher's question at this moment, Gojo Satoru nodded, moved a cushion, and sat down beside Dazai's bed:

"Yeah. Let Jie help me with the class for a while... If it doesn't work, there will be Nitro, and then there will be Huiyuan and Qihai. The juniors back then have also grown up very reliably."

Dazai smiled slightly, probably recalling that at the banquet, Nanami Kento looked expressionless, but was actually shocked to the point of cracking.

The two of them were quiet for a while, listening to the sound of startled deer knocking in the courtyard.

Dazai lowered his head slightly when Gojo Satoru raised his arm and stretched it out so that he could touch his forehead.

"I think the fever has subsided." Dazai said softly.

"That doesn't work either. Let's drink the medicine for a while longer." Gojo Satoru rejected him with a rare force.

I don't know if it's because of the long-term fatigue accumulated, or because I didn't get a good rest after avoiding the pursuit for ten days (here, the Patriarch of the Wutiao family insulted the Thief Cat [-] words passionately).

Alternatively, that paralyzing exposure to neurotoxins may also be the trigger.

On the night when he returned to Gojo's house with his teacher in his arms, Osamu Dazai started to have a high fever.

A rare flush spread on his cheeks, but Gojo Satoru would rather the teacher never showed such a magnificent look.

Even if there are so many servants in Wutiao's family, even if several family doctors take turns to read it and prescribe the medicine list.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the teacher in the bed, looking at his Junxiu face who remained calm even when he was in a coma due to high fever, and never showed any pain.

He thought of the teacher's begging for death.

Thinking of what he saw when he was young, Dazai took the initiative to open his arms towards the muzzle of the gun and the magic spirit.

Thinking of the relieved and relaxed smile that Dazai saw when he was young and youthful, when he actually died once in the Yokohama Landmark Building.

"..."

No one knows what Wujo Satoru gave up at this moment.

No one saw it, and took care of Dazai himself for most of the night, until the temperature finally dropped slightly.

Gojo Satoru bent down.

He closed his eyes, and put the purest kiss on Dazai's fingertips.

"...how can I give up." Gojo Satoru said softly, shattering himself mercilessly.

"How can I be willing?"

And his teacher, the first time he looked at him after regaining consciousness, he smiled helplessly.

"You know, I don't care what you do to me."

The leader Dazai said.

"You know, I care."

Gojo Satoru replied.

After the 28-year-old head of the Wutiao family finished speaking, he fell backward like a boy back then.

He always likes to look at his teacher from bottom to top in this posture, deliberately widening his ice blue eyes covered with frost and snow.

Dazai also stroked his hair gently as before.

After taking his body temperature, Dazai gently urged him:

"What about the medicine?"

Gojo Satoru obediently stood up and went out the door.

On the other side, the "battlefield" belonging to the students can be described as a mess.

In the end, the students who managed to survive were all panting wildly flat on the ground, unable to even move a finger.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sneaked behind the desk and took off the electronic glasses that were assigned to him separately.

——The curse spirit who was polluted by his appearance and spirit was chasing after him fiercely, even the well-informed (?) new leader of Pengo Lie couldn't help but look ashamed.

But Xia Youjie, who had been sitting on the podium since then, holding his chin and watching the young students howling, still smiled with a good-natured smile.

No student dared to underestimate him anymore.

"Ah, ah, it's really not good. You can't even deal with a mere first-level curse spirit, but you can't walk under Wu's hands for three seconds."

The teacher's mouth is quite unforgiving.

I don't know who I learned from.

"... Teacher Xia You..."

The male student who spoke rudely just now had already been beaten, and tremblingly raised his hand again.

When he raised his head now, his eyes were shining brightly:

"Teacher! Is this the strength of a super magician?!!!!"

Hearing this question, Xia Youjie laughed.

"Yes."

Xia Youjie declared calmly and proudly:

"Wu and I are the strongest."

On the other side, Gojo House.

There were footsteps again, gradually approaching from outside the door.

Dazai leaned back on the bed with a soft pillow behind him.

His complexion was still weak, and even the slightest trace of blood on his lips had faded away.

But just from that calm expression, one can't see the person's illness at all.

The paper door opened.

Gojo Satoru, who had gone back and forth, stood at the door.

And the leader Dazai looked over at a glance, and smiled with a smile:

"It seems to have recovered."

Dazai said.

"——Gojo-kun."