Promoting Konoha's cup of wine at the Magic College

The campus after school is surprisingly empty. This emptiness is infinitely amplified in the dead silence, so large that the fear in people's hearts cannot escape.

Yuki Hayakawa huddled in the hidden shadows at the corner of the classroom.

It is said that when people are about to die, they will see "dirty things" that are invisible to ordinary people.

Her heart was already filled with despair, and she could only deceive herself like an ostrich and bury her face deeply between her knees, avoiding the huge monster with a stinking saliva and a terrifying face outside the classroom corridor.

The monster lingered at the door of the classroom, the sticky water gurgled, and the fragile door creaked under its impact, lashing Yuki Hayakawa's fragile and tense nerves.

Yuuki knew clearly that the monster was just playing on her fear. She had died thousands of times in various ways at the hands of this monster. Each time the pain was twice as painful as the last death, and the process of waiting for the next death was even more terrifying.

squeak - creak -

Every second was so painful, every second was a long, desperate delay for her.

If this scene happened in a movie, then there should be a brave and handsome hero breaking out of the window and successfully rescuing the innocent and beautiful girl in an impassioned or tear-jerking BGM.

But here is reality.

Welcome back to reality.

In the monster's chaotic and malicious mental sound waves, Yuuki thought in a daze and pain that there would be no hero to save her, and she was not an innocent and beautiful girl.

She's just an ordinary, cowardly coward.

Therefore, it is natural that he should be trapped here, have to accept this torture repeated thousands of times, and have to admit with unnecessary inflated self-esteem that he is such a weak and ordinary passerby who is not worth saving at all.

But still want to live.

I want to live no matter what.

Even if he is tortured by such a monster, he still wants to live.

Yuuki clenched her teeth tightly, holding on to her weak soul in despair, lingering on the edge of falling to the abyss.

The scorching heat wave hit, and even if you closed your eyes tightly, you couldn't block the sudden bright firelight. Your eyes that were used to darkness were stung by the scorching light.

Hayakawa Yuki cried and opened her eyes in the stinging pain, but could only see those dazzling color patches and light spots.

"Are you okay?"

The sweet and soft voice flowed into her chapped and dry heart like a gurgling spring. Yuuki, who was temporarily blind, licked her lower lips and realized that she was terribly thirsty. This heavenly voice awakened her strong desire for water. desire.

This kind of thirst is not physical, but the endless, greedy, waving little hands of the spirit.

Her greed for the hope of life.

Yuuki then opened her eyes harder to see the person coming, even though her eyes were stung and made her shed more physiological tears.

In the blur, what caught her eyes was the slender figure of a girl with a backlight blocking her face.

A brilliant flame rose from her, burning up the terrifying monster that was invincible in Yuuki's heart in the blink of an eye, turning it into ashes.

The girl turned around. Although Yuki couldn't see her face clearly under the strong light, he felt that the girl's beauty was as dazzling as the burning sun for no reason.

"It's all right now."

The girl's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, but it carried an extremely reassuring and calming power.

It's okay now.

Staring at the girl's blurred face, her spirit had already been tense to the point of collapse. Almost as soon as she relaxed, Hayakawa Yuki fell into a deep coma.

"It's a miracle that this child is still alive," Hitomi Uchiha withdrew from Hayakawa Yuki's spiritual world, looked at the pale Hayakawa Yuki on the hospital bed, and gently brushed the messy hair from her forehead, " There is actually a rare spiritual spell spirit hidden in her spiritual world, probably because of her fear of nightmares."

Xia Youjie, who felt the violent fluctuations in spell power at that moment, roughly estimated the level of the spell spirit: "Indeed, this spell spirit has probably reached the second level. As an ordinary person, she can persist for such a long time. It’s really…”

Xia Youjie couldn't find an adjective for a moment, strong? This word seems too weak to be used here.

Even powerful spellcasters have many whose lives have been absorbed into this level of spell spirits. However, this ordinary person survived for a week under the repeated mental torture of a notoriously bad mental spell spirit.

"I originally thought it was a psychological disorder caused by the last exorcism incident," Xia Youjie said in a guilty tone, "I didn't expect that she was actually haunted by a spiritual spell, but I didn't find out in advance."

"It's not your mistake, Jay." Hitomi Uchiha patted his shoulder, "Logically speaking, once the mission is over, it has nothing to do with the conjurer. If you hadn't been paying attention to the person involved, Jay, I'm afraid no one would have discovered it until now. This curse spirit."

After all, this kind of curse spirit that prefers mental harm is difficult to detect through window observation.

"Of course Yuuki worked very hard, and she lasted until we came to rescue her." Hitomi Uchiha, who entered Hayakawa Yuuki's spiritual world, sighed and placed a bunch of cosmos bought on the street on her bedside, pink and yellow. Against the backdrop of the fresh bouquet, the child's sleeping face seemed to have regained some color, "He has not collapsed to the point of giving up on himself despite such repeated torture. He is truly an amazing child."

The auxiliary supervisor stayed at the scene to confirm the remnants of the cursed spirits and report them conveniently, and handle follow-up matters at the same time.

Hitomi Uchiha and Xia Youjie skillfully sneaked out to buy souvenirs.

As the day's fire burns out, the magnificent golden sunset rises from the sky-like surroundings, and the light clouds are dyed with gorgeous vermilion and light purple, softly covering the sky.

The two of them walked side by side carrying the souvenirs they bought.

The gentle breeze blew by, blowing away the heat of the day.

"Tong, do you think I'm arrogant?" Xia Youjie suddenly asked in confusion.

Hitomi's face was incredibly calm under the sunset at the moment of the devil: "Jie, you are still thinking about Hayakawa Yuki."

"Yes," Xia Youjie admitted, "Maybe I have been on the side of the powerful conjurer for so long that I forgot that sometimes ordinary people are not so fragile."

What Xia Youjie didn't say was that at that moment he was indeed aware of his subconscious contempt for the ordinary people he was protecting. He always puts himself in the position of protector, and puts ordinary people who are weaker than him in the position of protected. Isn't this a kind of arrogance based on strength?

When the auxiliary supervisor accidentally mentioned to him that the ordinary people rescued in the last mission had been in poor condition, he easily concluded that it was because the ordinary people's psychology was too fragile.

... I obviously knew that there were spiritual spell spirits, but I simply didn’t think that ordinary people could resist for that long, so I didn’t think about it at all, and as a result, I almost missed the opportunity for rescue.

"I'm also quite arrogant." Uchiha Hitomi's tone was quite calm. In fact, many people secretly scolded her sourly when she was in Konoha, such as "the superior Uchiha genius" and "the Konoha princess who has eyes above her head". Jun".

"In fact, people with great power always do this. We always stand too far away from others, too high above others, and we always think that the ants standing below all have the same face."

"Actually, no, even ordinary people have their own thoughts and shining points, and arrogance will blind our eyes."

She readily and sincerely admitted her arrogance: "This is also my flaw, my mistake."

The night spreads, gradually swallowing up the beautiful sunset. The birds flutter their feathers, spread their wings and fly to the other end of the sky.

But it doesn't matter, they are still very young, and any mistakes have not yet caused disaster.

In the direction where the birds were flying, Ieiri Glass and Gojo Satoru were standing on the roadside waving to them.

There are also companions accompanying each other.