Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The first day was spent at the Tokyo Magic Academy.

Everyone is too busy for the upcoming final battle.

Night Moth Zhengdao is responsible for coordinating various tasks in the school, dispatching different teachers, grouping the students who are responsible for exorcising the curse spirits, contacting the graduated magicians, and also taking care of dealing with the upper echelons of the government and freeing up suitable students. The venue, the prevention super-level spell spirits are desperate to attack ordinary humans.

Jia Ruozi pushed away all the work on his hands.The therapist who has been used to reverse the technique for more than ten years is no longer the girl who used her trembling fingers to press on Dazai Osamu's fatal wound to stop the bleeding.

She wore the doctor's white coat she was used to, packed all the first aid kits that might be needed, emptied the emergency room beds, and waited quietly for the moment when she would be useful—and hoped that that moment would never come.

She paused, closed the door, and walked to the corridor.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.

She had quit smoking for several years, she didn't hold the cigarette holder in her mouth, but watched the white mist lingering silently.

"..."

At this silent moment, what is Jiarui Nitro thinking about?

Is it a new world that is heading towards a happy future?

Is it the three years of youth I spent with my friends?

Is it a troublesome classmate who used to act deviantly and was pushed forward by everyone?

Is it a gentle farewell that comes gradually?

However, her silence was broken.

Jia Ruozi heard the movement and looked down from the upstairs. With just one glance, a smile emerged, breaking the silent and dull bitterness.

——Downstairs is Xia Youjie.

He is manipulating the two super-level curse spirits he has recently subdued, intending to use them as bait to catch the hiding behind-the-scenes hand(s) in a series like fishing.

It's a pity that even if some people are 27 or [-] years old, the personality of the person who has no self-knowledge and dislikes dogs has not changed at all.

What's more... when it's troublesome x2, it's not simply doubling, but quadratic.

As if racing against time, Gojo Satoru followed Dazai almost half a step at a time, even though the leader had already stuffed him into the shielding system, as if he couldn't feel anything, hanging two The long human-shaped pendant walked around... Those two guys still couldn't control their hands, and it was not helping Xia Youjie to make trouble.

Osamu Dazai did not participate in the deployment of the final battle.He just smiled and watched everyone busy for a new future.

He is a bystander.Is a transcendent prophet.The smiling Yuantong has already seen a brand new blueprint, but he doesn't say anything anymore, letting human beings make new choices.

...he didn't have to say any more.That future might not be what this man tenderly hoped for.

But what the leader Dazai seldom said was finished by the two Gojo Satoru.

These two human beings' strongest conjurers didn't care about their image at all, and they didn't care how many students they shocked by walking on campus like this, how many glasses they broke, and how many glasses they crushed.

A Gojo Satoru said: "How is it? Everyone is very reliable~"

A Gojo Satoru said: "As expected of me! The companions around me are so powerful~"

Yeah yeah.The leader Dazai answered Gojo Satoru in his heart.

In this case.

You don't have to feel the loneliness of being the "strongest" person anymore.

———Words like that.He didn't say it.

But perhaps Gojo Satoru already understood.

***

On the second day, Osamu Dazai and his students went to the amusement park.

It is still an amusement park in Tokyo back then.

20 years have passed, some equipment should be outdated, and some amusement parks have already been eliminated.

However, Wutiaojia quietly injected capital behind it, renovated it year after year, and repeated publicity tirelessly.

finally.The long-awaited one is here.

Gojo Satoru did not book the venue, nor did he do anything to conceal his identity.

It's like going back in time, back to the midsummer when everything was growing vigorously, back to the summer night when the fireworks were in full bloom.

The air is filled with the sweet aroma of popcorn, which makes people's heart beat lightly.

The speaker made of cute wooden stakes sings a bright melody.

The staff wore cartoon puppet clothes and acted naively, sending balloons to every passing child.

Everyone was smiling happily and happily. Tourists who stopped taking medicine and took off their electronic glasses occasionally appeared, but it did not cause an uproar in the amusement park. No one was panicked because of this, and no one called the police because of it.

——This is exactly the playground of joy and fantasy.

20 years later, it has become a reality.

Gojo Gojo smiled brightly, watching the scene in front of him.

When I turned my head again, I held the teacher's hand as hard as I did when I was a child.

The palm of the man who had already grown up was already a circle bigger than the teacher.

He treasured and hid the slightly cold palm into his own.

At the same time as he came into contact with Osamu Dazai, the spell with no lower limit that had been activated all day long was nullified.

But it is not the same as my own ignorance when I was young.

Gojo Satoru has already known his own weakness, and also knows his own strength.

He willingly disarmed himself and believed—

In this world, there will never be any teacher who has the ability to step over him and hurt him.

"Let's go, teacher?" Gojo Gojo gently shook Dazai Osamu's arm without any sense of disobedience, lowered his head and dawdled coquettishly, "I haven't eaten cotton candy for a long time! I'm going to line up to buy two~ Teacher sit there Wait for me~!"

Over there are seats in the shape of a canoe.Dazai looked up, smiled and agreed, "Okay."

The sun is warm, casting from the gaps in the leaves, there are still large and small bright or dark spots.

The marshmallow was white and cute. This time Osamu Dazai managed to eat an ear, and Gojo Satoru wrapped up the rest by himself. After eating, he showed an exaggerated expression of being tired and wrinkling his handsome face.

They went to sit on the teacup spinner again, Wujo Goku shrank his long legs aggrievedly, and made a face when he was turning at high speed.

"I feel like I'm melting into a macaron—"

Among a group of children, Gojo Satoru shouted happily.

Next up is the shooter.

Dazai Osamu's shooting accuracy has never changed. According to this person, it is still "the third-rate level of the port mafia", but he still relies on his inhuman brain power and stable enough mentality to direct where to shoot.

He didn't ask why 20 years later, there was still a caterpillar doll that was as ugly as a curse spirit hanging there, and he shot it down with a single shot. Holding the caterpillar's head with his hand, he shook it triumphantly.

Looking back, the student, who was already hard to deal with, took off two more black cat ear headdresses.

"You can't just coax me over now, teacher~" Gojo Satoru said maliciously, Liulilan's beautiful eyes glistened in the sunlight:

"Today, I want to see Teacher Dai."

"..." The leader Dazai actually didn't feel ashamed, he lowered his head slightly as he had nothing to do.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand.

He gently combed the teacher's fluffy black hair, and gently stroked the hair with his fingers.

As an adult, he was already taller than the teacher.

After putting the black cat headdress on Dazai, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes irresistibly, and kissed the furry tip of the cat's ear.

"Let's go on the roller coaster."

He also wore a pair of black cat ears, and said with a smile as if nothing had happened.

But this time, Osamu Dazai finally did not avoid the camera lens.

In the picture, there must be a smile that never fades.

And at night,

At night--

Under the blossoming fireworks, Xia Youjie brought everyone here with a rainbow dragon.

"Damn! Jay!!!"

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks angrily: "This is my date with the teacher?!?!"

Unexpectedly, Xia Youjie was even more broken than him, sitting on the top of Honglong and yelling at him:

"Then you should at least take care of 'Teacher Wutiao' first—???!"

...I don't know what the 27-year-old Gojo Satoru, who was extremely bored, was doing at the Tokyo High School of Conjuration this day.

Jia Ruozi poked his head out from Xia Youjie's back, chewing quit smoking candy, couldn't help laughing.

The students who were also sitting on Honglong's back, the first graders who had let go of their guts and had fun.

Knotweed Yuren, Fukui Hui, Nagasaki Wild Rose.

Yoshino Junpei, Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Nanako, Mimiko.

On every young and youthful face, bright smiles have already surpassed the fireworks in the sky.

"Let's go and play," Xia Youjie said graciously, "Let you Wutiao adults pay."

Wutiao-sama said "Huh?!?!" in disbelief, and was drowned in the cheers of joy.

And the other Gojo Satoru teleported earlier and also landed on the tall spire of the castle.

Like the kid who inherited the memory, he relaxed and fell back, lying on the top of the tower beside Dazai.

——Not looking at the fireworks, but looking at the brilliant, pure, joyful, and happy faces of the companions.

Laughed.

***

The last day.They didn't go anywhere.

I am afraid that a cruel duel is being staged on the field that has been prepared for the final battle.

There should be blood, there should be tears.

There was yelling, there was a fight of will and will.

Maybe there will be new famous lines and famous scenes broadcast live across the country.

However, Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru didn't go anywhere.

They are still sitting on the corridor of the Gojo house.

Disregarding the etiquette, the legs hang down lazily, swinging freely.

But this time, there are no more corrupt and old high-level people, arbitrarily pointing fingers at them.

In the courtyard, Jinglu was filled with water, lowered his head, and made a "click".

(There was once an eight-year-old child who rushed past here with a smile on his face)

In the corridor, the servants were sent far away, silently.

(Once there was an eight-year-old child who slipped past on tiptoe grabbing a pillow thinking no one knew about it)

At the corner, wind chimes hang under the eaves, crisp and melodious, knocking bursts.

(There was an eight-year-old boy who fought alone from the cursed master and the cursed spirit, and wanted to come to his teacher)

"teacher."

Gojo Satoru said softly.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

After hearing this, Osamu Dazai turned his head slightly and thought about it.

What do you want to say?

There is nothing he can't let go of.

In this world, the upper echelons of the magic world have been disbanded, and ordinary society has merged with the magic world.

Excessive correctness is gradually becoming a thing of the past, and dystopia will one day transform into a real utopia.

As for his students.

In this world, his only student.

Best friends remain.

Companions are all there.

In a high position.

Unrivaled power.

... What else can he not let go of?

Dazai, the leader of the port mafia in a jet-black suit and scarf as red as blood, smiled slightly.

"Fly."

The leader Dazai said.

"Little bird in a cage, let's fly."

He said the evaluation he had made when he first met Gojo Satoru.

"In this world, there is no longer—"

"The bird cage that can bind you."

Gojo Satoru was also smiling, smiling.

Until he could wait no more for an answer.

He raised his head, his glazed blue eyes stared at the sky.

He thought of a bird.

Those are fictional birds.That's the Thorn Bird.Legend has it that they have spent their entire lives looking for thorn trees since they left the bird's nest.

When it has found it, it plunges its body into the longest and sharpest thorn.

While shedding tears of blood, the thorn bird sang.

That will be the only time it sings in its life at the cost of its life.

And that singing voice will eclipse all the beautiful voices in the world. *

………………teacher.

Gojo Satoru smiled, and took out a pitch-black eyepatch from his pocket.

my singing.

Did you hear it?

……

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[World of Despair A1: Spell Return]

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