My Bungo system is a little different

1.

It has been two weeks since Fukurotsu Miki woke up from a coma.

About a year ago, Gojo Satoru told Fuguro Hui that he already knew how Tsumiji was cursed and how to treat it, but it was not until two weeks ago that he brought a black-haired man who was said to be an old classmate When I arrived at Tsumiki's ward, it seemed that some special technique was used to make the curse lines on Tsumiki's forehead disappear and she woke up.

"Tsu Miki..."

Seeing her sister slowly opening her eyes with a confused look, Fu Heihui was speechless for a while except calling her name.

The two adults in the ward consciously left space for the siblings, and closed the door when they walked out.

"He looks very different from his father," Xia You said.

During this year, Wujo and Xia You spent a lot of effort to find out who was behind the rope. In the end, Xia You's 'Pokémon' collection was happy to add n, and the humanoid curse spirit with a face full of cut lines that he found recently was undoubtedly Among them, the one with the highest intelligence and the most special ability.

The way to wake up Tsumiji is actually to fine-tune her body with "inaction transformation" to become able to adapt to the spell power, and then re-strengthen the seal of the spell in her body - how to separate the spell harmlessly This is still under study.

"Mei is a good boy." Gojo said, "Sometimes he is too kind. He has also shown outstanding talent after entering school this year."

Xia You silently agreed.

During the period when he was still in a state of breaking with Gojo Satoru, he hated Fuhesher's face deeply, and would utter evil words when he saw Zenyuan Maki who looked like Shier and was also cursed by God ridicule.

But now, looking at the face that is exactly the same as Shier except for the sea urchin hair, he can treat it calmly.

Now two weeks later.

Fukurotsu Miki has already realized that she has been in a coma for a long time.

While in a well-conditioned nursing home while in a coma, muscle atrophy is inevitable, so she's been doing exercise rehab these days.

To be honest, the process was far faster than what the doctor told her at the beginning.Her lovely brother told her it was because of a change in her system during the process of awakening her - she now had spells too.

"Eh? Then I'm going to go to that... Tokyo high school? The school that Hui you are in now?" She asked in surprise.

"You don't have to." Fu Heihui said, "That is the school I want to be a magician, and there are very few students. I don't care about the magic power, and I can go to a normal school."

Even though he said that, his brother's expression and tone revealed his true thoughts.

"Oh!" Tsumiji called out.

"what happened?"

"I've completely forgotten what I've studied. This academic exam is definitely going to be over!" she said with some regret.

In this way, Fukurotsu Miki lived every day either tutoring homework or rebuilding.

"However, it's not bad..."

It's great to see and touch Kei's dogs!

2.

After the five-hour meeting, even the master magician was exhausted after coming out of a building full of civil servants.

That guy Satoshi said that as the head teacher of the first grade, he had to take responsibility, so he escaped the meeting with such an excuse, and let him face the eyes and tongue of the other side by himself, it was too much——

But Nanako and Mimiko probably won't give Wu good looks at school.

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie managed to balance his mind.

Now that the board of directors no longer exists, in order to clarify the specific division of powers and responsibilities of the newly established self-management organization of the magic world, Xia Youjie has to meet with the magic affairs department at least four days a week.

He finally saw what real negotiation is.That is, no matter what things can be disputed, even the details of the corners must be discussed.In short, the situation is quite different from the situation when the general agreement was reached at the beginning.

At this level of detail, perhaps the issue of concept is not too important. It is like exchanging a 5-yuan note for two thousand [-]-yuan coins to compete for one by one.

Doing such a thing is really completely different from the reforms once imagined.

To some extent, Xia Youjie lived the life of a traditional non-magician, if he hadn't also completed the task of expelling cursed spirits at the same time.

Tiredness is multiplied by two.

After leaving the building, Xia Youjie drove home.

His current residence is a one-family building, and Nanako and Mimiko live with him during the holidays.

Open the door with the key—

The aroma of coffee came from inside.

Xia You frowned, closed the door silently, and walked towards the source of the fragrance.

"Looks like today was a long day."

A woman's voice sounded before he entered the living room.

Bradbury, casually in a high ponytail, is sitting on the couch.

A jug of apparently freshly brewed coffee stood on a glass table in the living room, next to two small china cups.

Neither the jug nor the cup is a summer oil thing.

The coffee is very fragrant.

The owner of the house sat down on the sofa on the other side after only a few seconds, and poured himself a cup of coffee by the way.

"It's been more than a year, so you won't sneak into my house just to buy me coffee, Lei?" Xia You said.

Bradbury laughed in relief.

"Because some of those people have been discharged from the hospital, so I came back to ask you how you feel." She explained the purpose of her visit.

"What do you think?" Xia You didn't realize what the other party was asking immediately.

"That's a good answer." Turns out Bradbury seemed pleased with Xiayou's response.

She lifted the coffee pot and poured coffee into another cup, and took a sip leisurely.

"You now have a viable means of achieving what you once wanted—however, it appears that people do change."

Bradbury looked genuinely happy.

Xia You finally understood what she meant.

'Wuwei Transformation' is a supermodel spell. In a sense, the real trump card in the spell world is no longer Wu but him.

Moreover, 'inaction transformation' can make a non-artist become a magician, although there are conditions.

If you want to talk about why Xia You can't remember this all of a sudden, it's actually because——

"That technique is too dangerous. If you want to achieve the level of large-scale application, you will follow the old path of that person." Xia You said.

And, while he won't say it, he does feel that the current method is better.

Even if you have five hours of meetings a day.

3.

Berlin, Germany.

The morning in winter is a kind of indescribable ash.

On a bench at the edge of Magdeburg Square sat a woman reading a newspaper, her hair covered by a cloche hat, her face hidden behind the newspaper.

There was a stack of folded newspapers on the side of her left hand, and as soon as she finished flipping through the one in her hand, she took out a copy from the stack to replace it.

She is not very fast at reading newspapers.

After changing four newspapers, a dirty man came from the other side of the square.

The clothes are dirty and the hair is dirty.Although it was conspicuous, no one probably wanted to take a closer look at him.

His pace can only be described as normal, but if you look closely, you can find that all the muscles in his body are tense.

Wanted to leave faster, but couldn't.

The man who couldn't even tell his original hair color was about to walk to the bench.

At this moment, the fourth newspaper in the hands of the woman who had been sitting there for more than an hour just turned over the last page. She folded the newspapers in her hands very naturally and put them in the pile of newspapers on the left hand side, and then put them together. Hold it under the armpit of your left hand and stand up.

"At this point, the farmer's market can still choose." She said to the man who happened to walk in front of her.

"Uh...really?" It seemed that he didn't expect someone to talk to him suddenly, he was almost startled, and suppressed his reaction with great difficulty.

As soon as he finished speaking, he nodded towards the woman, as if he had greeted her, and was about to leave.

The woman carrying the newspaper took a step forward with a natural expression, walking side by side with him.

"The farmers market is over there." She even pointed in the direction with her right hand.

It's not just pointing the way, she smiled and glanced at the person stopped by her, and silently motioned him to follow her.

There was cold sweat running down his back, his expression froze, and his calves even began to tremble——

The one who was stopped hoped that he really lost the ability to move, so that his legs would not move obediently in the direction that the woman pointed.

But if you don't move, you will be caught up by the people behind.

Someone whose brain can hardly think because of fear until he smells the stench and wakes up.

There are numbered iron shacks on both sides, and thin or fat, young or old women are selling things on the stalls.

Slippery underfoot, dirty water running on the tiled floor, rotten vegetable leaves lying everywhere.

And the stench was a mixture of fishy, ​​bloody, dung and rotten things.

The morning farmers market is very noisy.

The woman with the newspaper was still standing next to him, chatting with the proprietress of the stall in German.

Although he didn't even keep a woman out of the corner of his eye, he didn't dare to leave.

But maybe it was the overly life-like surroundings that made him relax a little bit.

"Don't worry. They're looking for someone."

The woman turned and came back, holding an ugly gray-green sweater in her hand, which she had just bought from the proprietress.

She handed the sweater to the man who was standing there, and ordered succinctly, "Put it on."

In the next 10 minutes, she handed him a bag of fish, a bag of apples and two cabbages.

Just like that, the man in the gray-green sweater with the vegetables in his arms watched helplessly as the person who had been following him walked past him without stopping.

"Why?" he asked softly, a little confused.

He didn't let his guard down.Because the people who 'saved' him were just the next ones who wanted to use him.

The woman bought another bag of mushrooms from a nearby stall, this time carrying it herself.

"Compared to using you, I hope that others can't use you." As if seeing through his thoughts, the woman said, "Isn't the easiest way to judge is to use your supernatural power?"

Her steel-blue eyes were calm.

The person being watched reflexively panics for a moment.

It is his special ability to exchange the information that both parties want to know most by touching.Anyone who knows this and finds him wants to use him——

The woman held out a hand to him.

"Come and see," she said.

As if ordered, but also as if bewitched, he put the bag of apples on the ground and stretched out his free right hand.

It seemed to be the most ordinary handshake.

He raised his head sharply.

"Ah, yes. I'll see if you're my kind," said Bradbury.