master transferred to spellcaster

Leonardo da Vinci, Italian Renaissance painter, scientist, inventor, unique all-rounder in human history.

Humanity Survival Guarantee Organization Phoenix Chaldea Heroic Spirit Summoning Experiment No. [-] Case, served as the acting director of Chaldea after the Humanity Incineration was successfully prevented, and in order to cover the master and staff on the eve of the Humanity Freeze Fleeing and being killed.

But... Even the almighty genius, the former acting director of Chaldea, had no choice but to pat Fujimaru Tateka's back helplessly, facing the tears that seemed to drown him. Keep him from crying until he chokes.

"Okay, okay, look, I'm back now."

"Woo, cough, I, I can't stop, woo woo hiccup..."

Fujimaru Tachika never knew that there was so much water in the human body, and he never knew that he could cry so much.

Unexplainable complex emotions squeezed his tear glands, making his eyes like a dam opening to release the flood, and the tears poured down, which did not fade for a long time.

Da Vinci had never seen him cry like this, or even shed tears.

In front of them, Fujimaru Tachika always looks determined and optimistic, and the psychological test is also perfect beyond the health standard, but...

Oh, it's okay to cry.

He snorted Fujimaru Tachika's hair again, "Let's go in first and then cry slowly. Can I give you that, the Japanese like it, it's called... a knee pillow?"

"Oh, don't hiccup!"

Crying until hiccupping, Fujimaru Tachika, who couldn't even speak fully, became a little annoyed. After noticing that there were many people watching, she simply buried her face in Ashiya Michiman's sleeve and continued to cry.

The expression of the owner of the sleeve was subtly stiff, "Master, you... please don't wipe your face with the poor monk's sleeve."

Hearing this, Fujimaru Tachika paused for a moment, then grabbed his sleeve and rubbed wildly.

Ashiya Michimitsu: I vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I have no way to talk about it.

Of course, in the end, Ashiya Michimi still didn't throw Fujimaru Tachika off, but continued to hold the person a little stiffly and followed Da Vinci into the cabin.

Da Vinci, who was walking in front, observed Ashiya Michimitsu, who was one step behind, from the corner of his eye.

Heroic spirits that I haven't seen before should have been summoned after I left... The oriental-style costumes seem to be from the same country as the master.

This is the first time he has seen Fujimaru Tachika show such an attitude towards a heroic spirit, which is really intriguing.

And Lixiang's own state is also a bit strange...

Catching Da Vinci's scrutinizing gaze, Ashiya Michimi didn't back away, and looked straight back at him, "Well, well, is this really Mr. Da Vinci? It suddenly changed into a different form, and the poor monk was in a state of shock for a while. Some don't recognize it."

Ah, the smell of malice overflowed.

I don't know if this is what this servant is used to, or if it's aimed at himself.

The other party probably said this with the intention of making him uncomfortable, but unfortunately he couldn't give the other party the desired reaction at all.

This sentence can only prove that the backhand he left has played the expected role, and it will only make him happy.

To be able to replace myself who was unable to accompany those two children and continue that difficult journey is somewhat of a consolation.

But speaking of that one, Glenn Cavanaugh's memory is not connected with Da Vinci on the Seat of Heroes, so Da Vinci is not clear about what happened later, all he knows is from Francis Drake. Limited information obtained.

What happened after he left, probably only by asking Li Xiang can figure out the whole picture.

Da Vinci kept a perfect smile on his face. In fact, his thoughts had already diverged eight hundred miles away, and he completely forgot to reply.

Ashiya Michimi wanted to open his mouth, but the hand protruding from below pinched his jaw, and the flesh of his cheek was pinched, and he couldn't say anything immediately.

Looking down, Fujimaru Tatsuka, who was being held by him, didn't lift his head, and was still crying sobbingly, but his hand was lifted up precisely to pinch his jaw.

Does this mean to shut him up?

Ashiya Michimitsu closed his mouth obediently, restrained his malice, and put on his peaceful appearance again.

The feeling that something has changed becomes more and more obvious.

really……

"Master, what about the new look of the poor monk? You don't seem surprised."

There was a muffled sound from the sleeve, punctuated by occasional hiccups.

"It's just a change of appearance, it's not like I haven't seen it in my dream."

Did you restore your memory...?

Like, but not quite.

But he couldn't say for sure what kind of reaction his master would have after recalling everything in the past.

To laugh and move on, as he always did, or... to sink into a quagmire of despair, into another hell.

"The poor monk thinks that you seem to prefer the current skin."

"No, you can change back now, I like Zhengtai."

Fujimaru Tachika insisted on speaking the most ruthless tone with a choked and hiccupping voice.

Da Vinci, who kept his ears upright listening to the movement behind him, couldn't hold back—nor did he plan to hold back, he burst out laughing.

Paracelsus pondered for a while, frowned, and said in a compromising tone, "Master, if you need anything..."

"unnecessary!"

The few people maintained a wordless tacit understanding, no one provoked the topic of the current situation, but only talked about some irrelevant topics, so that the joy of this reunion could last longer.

"Speaking of which, Lixiang, your teacher is also inside, do you want to visit him?"

"Hey?! Why is Mr. Wujo here?"

He thought Mr. Wutiao was still on the cruise ship, and was thinking about how to send him a message to report his safety.

"Well... let Mr. Paracelsus explain it to you."

Hearing this name, the alarm in Fujimaru Tatsuka's heart sounded inexplicably, and the red warning light flashed rapidly in his mind.

Paracelsus still had a calm face, and explained the whole "coincidence".

Fujimaru Tachika listened, the tears stopped flowing, the nose was ventilated, and the hiccups stopped, only the head hurt more and more.

What is this all about!

-

In the room, Gojo Gojo woke up in a trance, surprised by the unprecedented heaviness coming from his body.

For the first time in ten years, no-lower-limit spells were completely closed—no, not just no-lower-limit spells.

He blinked slowly, his vision was limited to the scene in front of him, the small clean room, only the bed under him and a bedside table, nothing else - including spell power.

Not only outside the body, but he couldn't even feel the magic power inside his body, and the other vision that had been with him since birth also completely disappeared.

It was like being in that ridiculous fairy tale dream.

He remembered that he rushed into the water to find Fujimaru Tachika, but lost consciousness at some point.

This is also a dream?

There were several footsteps and conversations outside the door, one of which was his student Fujimaru Tateka, who was talking with another voice that he had never heard before.

It seemed that they thought he was still in a coma, and neither of them lowered the volume on purpose, which allowed him to hear some of the conversation clearly-after losing the blessing of mantra, it didn't seem easy.

"One week?"

"The shortest... the longest... one month..."

Familiar, I have seen countless dialogues in TV dramas that made Wujo Wu's thinking stagnate.

It's over, he seems to be terminally ill!

It is still a terminal illness that can make the magic power disappear!

This is really a road that has never been imagined!

The longest lifespan is one month, the shortest one week... How about going to kill those old men first?

Thinking of the changes that would occur after he lost his ability gave him a headache.

No, there is still Nitro, why did he get caught up in the idea of ​​the TV series.

With a creak, the door of the room was pushed open, Fujimaru Tateka walked in from behind the door, and was obviously taken aback when he saw him awake.

Gojo Satoru looked at the corners of his eyes and nose turning red, it was obvious that he had just cried, and his guess was even more certain in his heart.

"Why are you crying, I'm not dead yet, I still have a breath, just carry it back and let the nitrous cure it."

Fujimaru Tachika showed a slightly embarrassed expression, "You guessed it, Mr. Gojo... Ms. Iamori may not be able to cure this."

The air in the room was very quiet for a while.

Paracelsus walked out from behind Fujimaru Tachika, and began his third repetition today, "Let me explain, after all, it was my fault."

5 minutes later……

Gojo Satoru thought that there might be a deep inside story behind this incident. After all, it could make him lose his combat power. Whether it is the incident itself or the strength of the people behind the scenes it represents, it is absolutely impossible to be simple.

However, he never thought that sometimes things are like a wild dog running wild, and they don't develop according to common sense at all.

"So I'm going to recover naturally within a week to a month?"

"Yes."

Fujimaru Tachika stood aside dejectedly, as if standing as a punishment, "I'm very sorry, teacher still has a lot to do..."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Wujo Wu stroked his chin, "Maybe it's an opportunity to test my conjecture."

"what?"

"There are ghosts in the colleges and senior management." The white-haired teacher, who had lost his ability, seemed not at all lost, and sat up against the wall, smiling, "You can use this as bait to catch them."

"Let's not talk about this first. Lixiang, won't you introduce your new friend to me?"

With this introduction, the difference between heroic spirits and curse spirits may be completely hidden.

But Fujimaru Tachika didn't intend to hide it from Gojo Satoru.

With the teacher's psychological endurance, he should be able to bear it... right?

"This is von Hohenheim Paracelsus."

The culprit of all coincidences, the long-haired man in white robes exuding a scholarly air, nodded his head as a gesture.

Gojo Satoru, who has no understanding of alchemy and no interest in occultism, is in a stable mood.

"This is Captain Francis Drake."

Francis Drake's name is far less well-known in Asian countries than Blackbeard or Columbus. The former has been made into fairy tales, while the latter's fame is known all over the world.

The red-haired woman with a bright and enthusiastic temperament greeted her heartily, and warmly invited her to drink together in the future, but was stopped by Tatsuka Fujimaru.

Finally came the last strange face.

But in fact, what Gojo Satoru wants to ask the most is who is the guy who looks exactly like the enlarged version of limbo behind Fujimaru Tachika, but has changed his body shape drastically.

But it's not too late, the last woman, um, looks a little familiar.

"This... is Leonardo da Vinci."

"You can call me Leonardo da Vinci—" the woman dressed in classical costumes and with a huge mechanical arm said with a smile, and there was an indescribable mystery in her smile.

like mon...

Hold on……

There are thousands of western names, and Leonardo is a common name among them.

But if Da Vinci is following behind...then the only thing that reminds people is that!

The painter who painted the world-renowned "Mona Lisa", one of the three masters of the Renaissance, Leonardo da Vinci!

This painting is so famous that even Gojo Satoru, who doesn't pay attention to art, is familiar with it. He even went to visit the original painting when he was on a business trip to France.

To be honest, I didn't see any mystery.

However... the smile that he didn't see any tricks when he looked horizontally and vertically gradually overlapped with the face of the woman in front of him.

"That's right, that's the Da Vinci you were thinking of." The woman with the face of Mona Lisa seemed to see through his thoughts, and said interestingly.

For a while, the shock of not being able to perceive the magic power seemed to be nothing more than that.

"But, if I remember correctly, Da Vinci seems to be male?"

"Don't be so concerned about the details haha. In pursuit of beauty, an artist can do anything—"

The brain that doesn't need to run unlimited spells should have been easier than ever, but at this moment it seems to be soaked in paste.

Meeting Gojo Satoru's inquiring eyes, Fujimaru Tachika nodded silently.

"It will take a long time to explain, but I will explain it slowly. Anyway..."

"I'm really not from this world."