master transferred to spellcaster

"What is that!? Isn't that a high school!?"

Chanyuan Maki stared in disbelief at the giant tree covering the sky and the sun, which appeared in the air without any warning.

They are already very close to the position of the high school, they subconsciously look up, and there is no end in sight;

Looking down, I can see that the buildings of the high school have disappeared into the trunk, and the continuous root-like objects protrude from the ground from time to time, crushing everything on the ground with a destructive force.

"Fantasy tree..." Fujimaru Tatsuka murmured in a daze.

"So that's the fantasy tree." The white-haired man flashed beside Fujimaru Tachika, bent down, and supported the shoulders of the young man in front of him, with a light tone, "Long time no see, Tatsuka."

"Bug, back off!"

The sharp long knife lay across the man's neck one step later, Minamoto Yorimitsu's soft voice was as gloomy as ice when he faced Fujimaru Tatsuka.

"Blindfold idiot?" Zenyuan Maki subconsciously called out, and then she relaxed a little without realizing it, "You are still alive after all. What's going on now?"

"Yo, Maki, it looks pretty good, but there is no change in strength. Sure enough, I can't do without a teacher."

Chanyuan Maki: It’s still familiar with the flavor of lack of pumping, it’s all right, it’s Wujo Wu.

"You know him?" Oda Nobunaga lifted the brim of his hat and looked up at the white hair that suddenly appeared.

"He is our teacher, Gojo Satoru." Zenyuan Zhenxi paused, and added, "Don't look at him like that, he is quite reliable at critical times."

Wujo Gojo, who was quite reliable, pressed the back of the saber and stabbed the blade towards his neck.

"Seguang-sama!" Fujimaru Tatsuka came back to his senses and hurriedly called out.

"It's okay, it's okay, teacher, I just want to show this overprotective bodyguard." Gojo Satoru smiled and said the second half of the sentence, "Her threat method is useless to me at all... Look, it doesn't touch me at all. Not yet."

As he said, the glinting blade was almost unable to move when it got close to a certain distance.Minamoto Raimitsu frowned, and quickly withdrew the long knife from Gojo Satoru's hand.

"Okay, let's talk now." Gojo Satoru didn't wear blindfolds or sunglasses, and through his messy silver hair, his blue eyes pointed directly at the fantasy tree not far away, "According to the consensus we reached before , and now it should be the worst."

"Fujimaru Tachika, what are you going to do?"

"Uh..." The fantasy tree had already appeared, and it really existed in front of them. According to the memory he had retrieved, they were already in a state of hostility at this moment, and there was no turning back.

Fujimaru Tachika understands that he will never give up his own world, and he also understands that Gojo Satoru...and other people in this world will not sit back and watch him destroy this world.

Between this black and white, there is no room for gray.

but……

He didn't speak for a long time, not because he wanted to delay time with ambiguous language, but...

His intuition tried his best to send out sharp warnings in the depths of his consciousness, warning that something was wrong hidden under everything that seemed to be logical.

Fujimaru Tachika always felt that this was not the case, and he even felt that this world was not the so-called Lost Belt in his memory—even though the Fantasy Tree had appeared before his eyes.

He and Mr. Wujo are not on opposite sides.

His intuition told him so.

But the biggest obstacle he faces now is that he can't prove his instincts, he doesn't have any proof.

"Teacher Wutiao, you... be careful!"

Fujimaru Tachika took a deep breath, raised his head, and was about to answer when he saw the cracks on the Utopia tree not far away suddenly expand like breathing. Whether it will explode in the next second, the inside that was originally dark and bright like a starry sky has also turned into a blurred and changing bright yellow in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, without giving anyone a chance to react, the bright yellow was continuously sprayed from the fantasy tree towards the surroundings like mature spores, spreading in the air at an extremely fast speed, without waiting to be closed It was almost at the position where Fujimaru Tachika and his party were located.

No, it's more like... swimming than spreading!

The six eyes allowed Gojo Satoru to quickly analyze the bright yellow object, and the analyzed characteristics clearly showed that the bright yellow "dust" that was attacking them was not an "object", but a living "creature"—a A "creature" that has never been recognized by humans.

No need to warn, the giant white beast, which had been quiet since just now, immediately turned around and ran in the opposite direction the moment there was movement in the fantasy tree, but it was not as fast as the bright yellow object after all, and was soon overtaken.

"Tch, what the hell is that!"

Seeing that it couldn't dodge, the giant white beast wrinkled its nose, tilted its ears back, and clenched its sharp teeth, ready to face unknown objects.The people and heroic spirits on its back also used different defense methods.

However, the bright yellow that was swimming wantonly was like entering the land of no one, even Wujo Wu's no-lower-limit spell only made the bright yellow freeze for a moment.

Ten seconds later, the sleeping monster lost its power to float and suddenly fell to the ground. No one stopped the falling trend—everyone fell into a long dream.

Gojo Satoru, the last one who fell into a deep sleep, managed to protect the giant beast and the people on it with no lower limit and landed safely on the ground. Then, he could no longer resist the call that seemed to come from the source of life, and reluctantly closed his eyes , slowly sinking into the boundless darkness.

The bright yellow objects did not stop because of their deep sleep. As time went by, with Gaozhuan as the center, almost half of Tokyo was shrouded in different shades of bright yellow, and there was still room for expansion. trend.

Wherever the bright yellow goes, everything falls into a deep sleep.

For a moment, it seemed that even the trees and the cursed spirits fell into dormancy, and Tokyo, which was overflowing with the foul language of the cursed spirits and people crying a moment ago, was as quiet as death.

"Tsk, that's terrible." A man carrying a huge wooden box appeared on the street, covered his mouth and nose with a dark handkerchief, and straightened up with an ugly expression after checking the situation of a few passers-by who had fallen asleep on the side of the road.

He took out the incense burner from the wooden box and lit it, and the surrounding bright yellow objects visibly avoided the area surrounded by smoke and dust, creating a vacuum area in the fallen Tokyo.

The man named Yin Gu grabbed his bangs and looked at the giant tree reaching into the sky in distress, "It's actually parasitized on that kind of thing—what the hell is that thing?"

-

"Guatarang, wake up, it's your turn to serve today, why are you still sleeping here?"

"what……"

In the elegant Japanese-style buildings, under the cover of lush vegetation, two half-sized attendants are trying to wake up the sleeping boy in the middle.

"What to do, he still doesn't wake up." Shantaro patted the boy's face vigorously, but the boy just turned over and muttered a bit before falling asleep again.

"Just pour water on him." Tian Jiro suggested.

"No, he will go in front of Master Onmyoji later, we don't have many clothes for him to change."

"Speaking of which adult is on duty today?"

"It seems to be the new Master Daoman."

"Ah, it's that monk Doman from Harima, forget it." Tanajiro gritted his teeth, knelt down and pinched the boy's nose.

"Why do you ask this?" Shantaro has never had the brain of Tadajiro, and he turned a few corners without trying to figure it out.

"Ham, I don't understand." Tanajiro cast a disgusted glance at Shantaro, "If it's Master Seimei, wouldn't it be better for us to take this kid's place directly? Why don't we ask him to work."

"But think about it. Master Qingming hasn't shown up for a long time, and now the only one who can see him is the Emperor."

Tian Jiro was talking to himself, forgetting that he was still pinching the boy's nose with his hands. After a long time, the boy's face became red from being suppressed, and he pushed Tian Jiro's hand away and sat up.

"What? What Daoman?"

Just waking up from sleep, Fujimaru Tachika was still a little dazed, and only asked a few words while grasping the key words caught in his ears while he was half asleep and half awake.

"You're finally awake, young master, we don't have a chance to sleep." Tian Jiro stabbed strangely, "Quickly move, don't ask us to do the work for you, just take a closer look for yourself later. .”

Fujimaru Tachika was dragged to stand up before she had time to ask another question, and she could only shake her still dizzy head.

He remembered... he was clearly on Bansang's back, talking to Mr. Wujo about the fantasy tree.

Why did you suddenly come to this strange place?

By the way, that pile of bright yellow unidentified objects!

Although he intuited that there must be an inseparable relationship between those unknown objects and his current situation, Fujimaru Tatsuka did not have the knowledge to further analyze the principles, so he could only let go of the psychology of inquiry for the time being and focus on the current situation.

Since I can't figure out the reason for the time being, the most important thing now is to figure out where I am and how to meet other people.

After Fujimaru Tachika made up his mind, he pretended to pat his head in embarrassment, and said to the two teenagers who were pulling him away, "Well, I seem to be a little sleepy. Are we going to meet someone now?"

Tian Jiro gave him a strange look, "Hey, you really don't want to leave the job to me, Guataro."

Guataro?

his name?

Fujimaru Tatsuka choked up in her heart at this strange name.

Well, at least he now knows what his name is in this place, and it seems that these two teenagers know him, which means that he has a legal identity in this place?

As for the job mentioned by Tianjiro... Fujimaru Tatsuka looked at the surrounding environment, and then at his clothes, and roughly guessed that he should be a servant of this family.

I just don't know if the person I want to meet is the owner of this family, and who is the owner of this family.

"No, no, I just can't remember all of a sudden, which adult am I going to serve today?"

Tian Jiro seemed a little tired of his question, and Shantaro on the side said kindly, "It's Master Daoman. Although Master Daoman's reputation is not very good, it shouldn't be too embarrassing for you. Remember to talk less when the time comes." That's it."

"Daoman... mage?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's thoughts froze for a moment when he encountered this name. Two teenagers stuffed the tray with tea and teacups, pushed it across a corner, and came to a Japanese room with the door half open.

From his perspective, one can vaguely glimpse the scene in the Japanese room.

It was still early in the day, and the sufficient light outlined the figures of the people in the room.Under the tall hat is a neatly tied ponytail, and the long black and white hair flows through the safari clothes covering the upright body, curling and coiling on the smooth tatami mat.

The unusually tall man seemed to have heard the sound behind him. He turned his face slightly, and the elegant facial features gradually became clear with his movements.