master transferred to spellcaster

[Record——In May 2018, an unknown imaginary mantra appeared in Roppongi, which is tentatively rated as a second-level.Three people were killed so far, all of whom were ordinary women.Two of them died, and one escaped with serious injuries. He is now awake and can provide limited information. 】

"Mom... Mom, Mom..."

"Will... be here... our... favorite... mother..."

"Cold... Mom... Woo..."

"Disintegration... Mom..."

Roppongi during the day is far less lively than at night. In the slightly empty alleyway, chaotic black mist entangles in the air, and countless wicker-shaped tentacles hang down, undulating regularly like breathing.

The cleaning staff opened the back door of the building and put the sorted garbage into the garbage bins in the roadway one by one, without noticing the huge foreign objects in the sky.

Tentacles formed from mist rolled silently towards the body of the cleaning staff.

"Ah - sneeze -"

A sudden coldness swept from the inside of the body, the cleaning staff shivered, rubbed their noses and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

Strange, the weather is not cold now.

As his thoughts flashed, he shivered again. The strange coldness made him close the door and leave.

Watching the cleaning staff go away, the black mist made no more movements. The tentacles dancing in the air gradually dissipated after touching the closed door wall and returned to the main body.

"It's not... Mom..."

"Night...lots of...disintegration...let's...go back..."

As if being erased by a rubber eraser, the figure of the black mist disappeared little by little, and it was completely dissolved in the air in a short while.

The sun shines down unhindered, but the cold alley seems to be isolated in another world, still shrouded in thick shadows.

-

In the blue sky, scattered clouds moved slowly forward.

The weather has gradually warmed up, and the sound of panting and beating is endless in the open space. Sweat drips from his forehead. Before he can shed it, he is thrown to the ground during the intense work, and a small amount of dark ground is fainted. .

"Don't hide, Fujimaru!"

Another blow was dodged, and the veins on Fu Heihui's forehead popped up, "Fight me back!"

"sorry!"

Fujimaru Tachika apologized very sincerely, but his body always thinks first and takes action, and avoidance is already a conditioned reflex.

While speaking, Fujimaru Tateka bent down, dodged Fukuroe's blow, and sneaked past him to try to stay away from him.

Halfway through the action, Fujimaru Tachika froze suddenly—he subconsciously wanted to escape again.

Trying to control her body's urge to escape to a safe area in the distance, taking advantage of her position, Fujimaru Tateka punched Fukuroe hard in the abdomen.

miss...

He was also directly grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the ground.

It's a shame... Fujimaru Tatsuka put his face on the ground self-destructively, good food, he is really good food.

"Go buy something to drink, and take a break." Fu Heihui quickly let go of the hand that was holding Fujimaru Tatsuka, and pulled him to stand up.

"I want orange soda, what would student Fu Hei want to drink?"

"Cola."

In front of the vending machine, Fujimaru Tateka took out the drink, handed the Coke to Fukuroe, and couldn't wait to pull the pull tab of the orange soda.

The aroma of oranges and the icy air surged up together, and it made people feel that the summer heat had disappeared by three points before drinking it.

"Ah - it's comfortable, it's comfortable."

Fujimaru Tateka, who drank half of a can of orange soda in one breath, felt that she had finally come back to life.

"Thanks to Fu Hei training with me these days, I feel that I have gained a lot!"

"It's nothing." Fu Heihui took a sip of Coca-Cola into his hand, "Now you can finally fight back. Before... I really want to know how you developed this fighting style that can only run."

"Ah, I didn't mean that." Realizing that what he said was not so friendly, Fu Heihui hurriedly made amends.

"Although your abilities, Fujimaru, are useful, they are all for auxiliary purposes. There are more times when conjurers act alone. It is safer to strengthen one more."

"I know that Fuhei is doing it for my own good." Fujimaru Tachika poured out his sorrows with soda, "Oh, I also want to know why, this has become a conditioned reflex. Oh, why can't I remember anything? , otherwise, you might be able to prescribe the right medicine.”

Fu Heihui recalled the message Wutiao Wu sent him before, and there was only a short sentence: Lixiang has lost his memory, Hui, please help me take good care of him——

So you still took advantage of his amnesia to abduct him! ?

Originally, I wanted to ask how his relatives are doing now, but after thinking about it, since Mr. Wutiao didn't specifically explain, maybe it's already...

Although I act like I don't care much... I should be more cautious.

"By the way, Fujimaru can't use spells yet?"

"Well, I can't find the feeling yet." Stretching out his hand from the shadow of the corridor, Fujimaru Tachika looked at the light flowing in his hand, "Fu Hei said that the source of magic power is negative emotions. Everyone has negative emotions. Emotions, but not everyone can become a conjurer, what makes this difference?"

"I don't know too well." Seemingly being asked this question for the first time, Fu Heihui pondered for a while before continuing, "General conjurers have natural spells, but there are also those who don't have spells." Conjurer. So spells are not the key to judging whether you can become a conjurer."

"Probably, the key is to be aware of the existence of mantra and be able to use it further. The most initial manifestation in people is to become able to see the mantra."

"Besides, the sources of spell power for conjurers are not all negative emotions. You should always practice extracting spell power from tiny emotions. If negative emotions don't work, why not try other sources?"

It's better to say that you can maintain such a state without many negative emotions even if you lose your memory. Fujimaru-san is also amazing on another level.

"That's it..." Fujimaru Tachika withdrew his hand thoughtfully, "I'll try. I got your help again, Fukui, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"No, next time you can ask Mr. Wutiao to treat you to dinner, and save your money."

His conscience would hurt if he used his classmate's prostitution money to eat.

"Teacher Gojo?" Tatsuka Fujimaru was a little confused, unable to understand why Teacher Gojo suddenly appeared in the conversation.

The vibrating buzz of the phone came from Fu Heihui's pocket.Fu Heihui took out his phone, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.

"Hello? Teacher Wujo, what's the matter?"

Woohoo, his complexion visibly turned stinky to the naked eye, what did Mr. Wujo say?

Fujimaru Tachika looked curiously at Fukuroi, whose face turned stinky for a second, and then gradually returned to normal, but was still frowning.

"Now? Okay, I'll take Fujimaru there."

After hanging up the phone, Megumi Fukuro turned to Tachika Fujimaru, "Let's go, go back to the dormitory to tidy up, Mr. Gojo told us to go to Roppongi."

"By the way, he told you not to wear that white dress."

-

Instead of wearing the white uniform, Fujimaru Tatsuka didn't have much choice of clothes left, so she changed into the brand new school uniform of the Magic College without much hesitation.

The base color is all black, and the basic style looks similar to that of Fu Hei. Why is the button on the chest replaced by a leather strap?

"Uniforms can be modified according to personal preferences. How about the request I made for you? Do you feel familiar and friendly?"

On the streets of Roppongi, Gojo Satoru appeared behind the two of them holding a cup of Double Sugar Matcha Frappuccino.

"Long time no see, Lixiang. This is my first time in Roppongi. How about it? Do you want to play around?"

"Minors can't get in, Mr. Wujo."

"What are you thinking about, Fujimaru-san, I'm talking about Starbucks, Starbucks."

Knowing this person's character well, as long as someone answers the conversation, this person can keep digressing, so Fu Heihui cut Wutiao Wu's words with decisive words.

"The document sent said that there are already three victims. The magician has no information. We are the first batch sent to deal with it?"

"Don't worry, it's useless to be anxious." Gojo Satoru said vaguely while sipping on a Matcha Frappuccino, "This curse spirit is very good at hiding, and it seems that it will only attack women at night. The few batches of male curses sent earlier The magicians were all ignored, and they didn't even see the magic spirit."

"But, Mr. Gojo. Fukuro and I are both boys." Fujimaru Tateka pointed at himself with one hand and Fukuroe with the other in puzzlement, completely unaware of what could make Mr. Gojo misunderstand him and Megumi. The gender factor of Fuhei students.

Fu Heihui didn't speak, he had a bad premonition.

And as long as this bad premonition is related to Wujo Wu, it will be [-]% fulfilled.

"You also know that the number of female conjurers is small, and they all happened to be out on the field recently."

Gojo Satoru finally put down the glass of Frappuccino, opened his mouth in pain, revealed his true colors without saying a few words, and said with a bright smile on his face, "So, you guys dress up as women!"