Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

“Stop, stop, stop—”

Noctua didn't give Akari a chance to finish his words, and the goodwill they derived from their joint beating of Gojo Satoru also fell away.

I thought he was a rare serious person, but I didn't expect him to be similar to Gojo Satoru at heart. Gojo Satoru even started laughing and giving a thumbs up?

"You should talk about the five-jowl version... uh..."

No, this is also a trap.

I was careless and didn't dodge, giving Akari a second chance to perform.

"The five-note version is - the feeling in the Conjuring High School is much better than outside. Everyone in the institute is talented and speaks well. I really like it here."

"Hahahaha." Gojo Satoru was already laughing so much that he was holding his stomach. "That's what I can say. This is what my ideal world of magic should be like."

Unexpectedly, Wu Tiao Feng's full speech did not make Noctua Zhengdao angry. Instead, he asked Ming Li seriously:

"Do you really think so?"

"Half and half, I really don't like the current spell world. As for the other half, it is based on realistic considerations. Individuals are not strong enough, so they need to rely on the power of groups and organizations. The spell academy is the most reassuring and most reliable one I can think of. A safe place. On the other hand, I will also contribute to the organization."

“Words are not enough to show awareness.”

Noctua Zhengdao raised a hand, and there was magic power flowing around his body.

"Naughty Panda, hide behind Teacher Gojo."

Akari first gave an order to the still weak Pokémon, and then raised a hand as well.

"Please give me some advice from the principal."

Noctua Zhengdao waved his hand, and the various dolls placed around Noctua Zhengdao started to move one after another.

Jackals, tigers, leopards, birds, beasts, insects, fish, anthropomorphic beasts, all types are included, but the styles are surprisingly unified. They are ugly at first glance, but a little cute when you look closely. In short, they are very different from the principal's big and thick appearance.

However, whether it is a spell or a spell master, you can never just take it at face value.

"As you can see, I am a Curse Master. I can artificially give curses to inorganic objects and make them act autonomously."

Standard "spell teaching".

What was exchanged for the public information was a further increase in the power and movement of the curse.

As soon as he finished speaking, two green chubby carrot dolls accelerated rapidly and rushed towards Akari.

Mingli didn't dare to be careless. The Noctua in front of him was the number one master of puppet magic in Japan and the best at gang fights. He was far inferior to those wild magic spirits.

The two dolls don't look special, and their spell power is not obvious, but their speed and strength cannot be underestimated. The lower level spell spirits will be beaten to the ground in an instant.

He punched with both hands, taking advantage of his height and long arms to knock the doll away first, but there was no hint of joy on Mingli's face.

The body of the cursed skeleton is a doll specially made by Noctua Zhengdao. The soft and elastic lining can reduce the power of the punch and the power of the curse to the maximum extent.

Coupled with the numerical advantage of dozens to one, Mingli knew that it was too weak to rely on one person to fight hand-to-hand.

Noctua's group fighting tactics are more than one level better than the female ghost tide at Yoshihara Shrine.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone.

After repelling the first wave and the second wave coming, a man dressed in white floated over.

The super queen Gardevoir makes a grand appearance.

The power of thought swept across, like a stormy sea crashing on the shore, sending all the approaching cursed corpses flying to the wall, while also leaving a big hole in the center of the reception room.

Curse's outstanding ability to withstand attacks was once again on display. He shook his body and continued to attack. Although his movements were monotonous, he could not withstand a large number of attacks and was durable enough.

Gardevoir tried several times, but found little success, so he immediately changed his strategy and changed from shooting to twisting, twisting the nearest snake doll into a twist.

But the effect of playing against the cursed spirits is still not very good. They are dolls, their bodies are soft, and they have power because of the existence of curses and spells.

A model of both strength and softness, Mingli commented silently.

"sand?"

After failing twice, Gardevoir couldn't help but look at his master.

Mingli put her hand on her temples and said softly: "Come on, you can do it."

"sand"

Although she failed to get the order, her master's trust still inspired her to fight.

I once again changed my combat strategy, temporarily giving up the quick attack method of crushing my mind, and concentrated it into a protective shield. I allowed dozens of cursed corpses to attack non-stop, making a banging sound, but I remained unmoved.

This is not about giving up on oneself, just getting beaten without fighting back, but observing and looking for the weakness of the curse.

Looking at it this way, I can see some clues.

These cursed corpses had a part in their bodies that made her particularly disgusted, like lumps of garbage made up of dirty things.

She remembered what her master had taught her.

Spellcasters, spell spirits, and spell tools are all based on curses. A curse is a collection of negative emotions, the thing you hate the most. Without this, none of the above can exist.

Give it a try.

The red pendant on Gardevoir's chest bloomed with light, and her super power was further condensed and concentrated. With Gardevoir's raised hand, it was injected into the place that disgusted her the most, like an invisible spike.

The next moment, the body of Curse, who violently hit the protective shield, stiffened and fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Well done." Mingli praised.

The artificial cursed skeleton has a core like a human heart as the source of the cursed power. As long as the heart is broken, the cursed skeleton becomes just an ordinary doll.

Gardevoir used her own observation to find the weakness of the cursed skeleton without anyone's command, which meant that her understanding of combat had reached a new level.

If not in battle, Mingli would have used his special move "Kiss, Hug, Lift Up".

Gardevoir was even more excited after receiving praise from his master.

"Sha~sha~"

One word, one kill, one raise of hand, one nail, one piercing the core.

Within a few minutes, all the cursed corpses in the surrounding circle fell.

Seeing this, Noctua finally waved his hand for the second time, and the surrounding curse spirits also stopped moving - Gardevoir was 1.6 meters tall, slimmer than Gojo Satoru, and the contact surface was only that large, and he was not a curse spirit with unlimited size.

"That's it for now."

"With all due respect, Principal, you are far from using all your strength."

Mingli knew in her heart that the cursed bones in the room were all casually made by Noctua Zhengdao, and none of them were real masterpieces.

The principal himself didn't do it himself. Looking at his muscular body and surging and concentrated spell power, Ming Li was the first one not to believe him when he said he didn't know how to fight in close combat.

Ye Mozhengdao pulled off the flesh on his face when he heard this: "Aren't you the same? You've always been wary of me."

As he said, this was the real reason why Mingli didn't take action or directly command Gardevoir.

This time is a test, not a fight.

Everyone is playing pet style, and whoever does more will lose.

"So, am I qualified?"

"Passed." Noctua nodded slightly, "If Satoru hadn't said that you were lacking in spells, I would have hired you as a teacher in a high school."

Mingli's expression remained as usual, but her hands were quietly clenched.

Noctua's words were recognition of him and the first official assessment of his strength by the Spell Alliance.

Eight years of patience and eight years of hard work are all worth it.

After calming down a little, Mingli said, "How about we make a compromise and be a major student and a part-time teaching assistant?"

"I see. I still have this hand. Please do it this way. Then I can legitimately leave many things to you."

The sky cleared up and the rain stopped, and Gojo Satoru felt that he was doing well again.

But this time, neither Noctua nor Ming Li had the slightest objection.

Because there is a huge shortage of people in the magic world.

There is a shortage of students, and even more shortage of teachers. There is a shortage of people everywhere. If there is no shortage of people, how can first-year students be allowed to directly participate in actual combat?

In addition to the principal, Tokyo High School only has two teachers. Counting students who have gone out for internships, students who have dropped out of school, and those who have gone overseas, the number of students has exceeded the 10 mark.

As the strongest Gojo Satoru, his busyness is directly proportional to his strength.

Teaching, doing tasks, taking care of Gojo's family, thinking about changes in the magic world, and also being responsible for recruiting students everywhere. He literally wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a chicken. Thanks to his special magic skills and extraordinary talent, otherwise he would have been a long time ago. Dead from overwork.

"Then let's do it." Noctua decided, "Satoru will be mainly responsible for the lower grades, and you will start from the first grade. When Satoru is away, you will be in charge. The main areas of actual combat, physical skills, and spells will be left to Satoru. ——”

"If you don't mind, I can help too."

An unexpected voice sounded.