[Naruto + Curse] Magician's Guide to Reemployment

During the rainy season when she was thirteen years old, Longdao and her father escaped from the land where she had taken root during her short childhood. Even when the eighteen-year-old Rongjima recalled it, he still felt that part of the memory was covered with a layer of frosted glass called failure. If it were to be broken, it would inevitably destroy the information encoded in the deep layers of his head. Got to be dripping with blood. Their removal was too much like having to surrender to the defeat of the outside world. This was probably due to the animal's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. In the future, when there was no way to avoid this period of time, she would at most rush through the frosted glass that separated the eighteen-year-old Cage Island from her thirteen-year-old self. Take a breath and look back at that rainy season through the ambiguous flow of time. Perhaps it was this habit that made Rongdao look at everything through a layer of indifferent gray glass in the days to come, isolating or suffocating thoughts other than objective facts on the other side of the glass.

For a long time afterwards, Cage Island's chief physician regarded her as a glass doll that could break at any time. Compared with the patient herself, the medical staff responsible for taking care of her are overly sensitive to sounds, words, and information that may cause irritation. Even if they are only slightly related to the disasters and past memories, but are essentially incompatible, in their view, they may be the last straw that breaks the patient's nerves. As for the gloomy tone Cageshima described when recalling the details of the accident, they all agreed that it was due to the circumstances of the catastrophic impact.

The cracked window glass at the scene of the car accident, the dark clouds and rain that made the world indistinguishable between you and me, and the disaster itself that befell the girl, were all dull and indifferent gray. One can't help but wonder whether fate itself is dark.

In the fourth month of settling in Tokyo on Cage Island, she met a strange man.

It was a weekend in late October, Halloween. At that time, she was being squeezed by the crowd in front of a newly opened Cui Jiang Tang, waiting in line to buy the recently launched new product Daifuku. Thanks to the government relief fund and the Longdao family's years of savings, as well as a kind-hearted store manager who was willing to take her as a minor to work and make money, she was living a relatively comfortable life during this period. Probably with the idea of ​​hunger marketing, the new products were supplied in limited quantities. By the time it was Long Island's turn, the stock of strawberry cheese Daifuku had already bottomed out.

Her future teacher poked his head over, looking eagerly at the remaining Daifuku. His presence is really strong. Longdao had long noticed the commotion caused by the man behind him. The young women looked around secretly with red faces, guessing whether he was some kind of celebrity idol. Occasionally, a girl came forward and asked for his line. The man is tall and well-proportioned, with conspicuous white hair and a pair of dark sunglasses on his elegant nose. He has wide shoulders and a slim waist, and the striped shirt he wears is well-cut, and the material and style look expensive. He was probably used to being looked at by others, and he looked and moved calmly, as if he didn't care about the people around him.

This calm demeanor continued until Gongjima packed the last two limited edition daifuku into bags. Then Rongjima felt the man behind him pat his shoulder lightly.

"I'm sorry...can I exchange those two limited edition big blessings from you?" He was absolutely aware of the advantages of his appearance. When he spoke, the 1.9-meter tall man slightly let his nose pads slide down the bridge of his nose. , revealing a pair of beautiful blue eyes. There was just the right amount of seduction in his tone. For a moment, the image in front of Rōjima overlapped with the coquettish cat begging for canned fish. He even blinked a little more, "Please?"

Those eyes are truly astonishingly beautiful, with an almost soul-stirring clarity that reminds one of Mount Fuji with clear skies on a snowy day. Cage Island could hear the drunken exclamations of women from the crowd around him after being hit in the heart by Cupid. Perhaps he was calculating how popular he was with women. Although his tone was indeed a question, it sounded vaguely like a sure win. He was probably calculating that no one could refuse his request.

But Cage Island stood firm.

"I reject."

She leaned back indifferently, holding the paper bag containing the limited edition daifuku protectively in her arms. The girl's attitude of refusal was too undisguised, so when Ijichi, who had just been sent to run errands for Gojo Satoru, finally squeezed through the layers of people and came to the white-haired man panting, he happened to see such a scene. . Relying on his understanding of Gojo Satoru over the years, Ichichi quickly concluded that his superior had probably done something else - such as robbing sweets from an underage junior high school girl - this type of unreliable behavior.

Ichichi straightened the crooked glasses frame and shouted: "Mr. Gojo..."

The person who was rejected without mercy opened his eyes in astonishment at first, as if he didn't believe how the skin that always worked so well could lose its effectiveness in front of the girl in front of him. Immediately afterwards, the man named Gojo seemed to suddenly discover something interesting. His blue eyes followed his movement of straightening up and slid behind his sunglasses. He said half-seriously: "What a pity." He didn't know exactly what he meant. What did he regret?

The ignored community animal watched helplessly as he suddenly gave up on buying Dafu and walked out from the front of the line. Looking at the back of the junior high school girl who was already overwhelmed by the crowd, she curled her mouth in a good mood. After thinking for a moment, Ichichi's unreliable boss finally noticed the same thing as him and asked about the curse incident that happened in a remote village a few years ago. Ichichi thought for a long time before finally extracting a few words about that incident from his memory that were too long ago.

……

Fujiwara Aoi is a guy who is so familiar that it makes Cage Island feel a lot of pressure. She has never been good at dealing with this type. It would be better to say that she is naturally incapable of dealing with this type of person.

It was the Obon Festival in the third year of Kōjima's reign, and the fireworks at the festival were so gorgeous that they looked like they could burn a hole through the sky. Mrs. Yoshino rang her doorbell as night fell and asked her if she wanted to hang out around the festival together. "No, I think it's better to forget it." Long Dao said. But Mrs. Yoshino did not take her rejection to heart. Her neighbor is a gentle and undisciplined woman with a delicate and beautiful appearance - and she usually talks to herself casually at this time. Rather than inviting the neighbor girl to join her, she seems to be here to inform her. He immediately grabbed the person out of the villa with a smile. Yet it's not annoying.

Yoshinoya's child apologized to her in a low voice with some embarrassment, fearing that her mother would embarrass her: "I'm sorry, mom, that's just the way she is. She doesn't mean any harm, please don't take it to heart."

"It doesn't matter." Long Dao said.

Having said that, the crowd attending the memorial ceremony was very crowded. When Gongjima recovered his wandering thoughts, Yoshinoya mother and son were nowhere to be seen. Looking around at the dense crowd of strangers - the skinny girl was very aware of her own physical strength, and had no idea of ​​being able to swim upstream to leave the crowd in the memorial procession - she simply obeyed and was carried away by the crowd, heading towards who-knows-where she was. where it flows. Most of the people around him were walking together, and intimate whispers between lovers or family members would escape into Congdao's ears from time to time. She began to be unable to resist the surging sleepiness again, and her eyelids became so heavy that they seemed to stick together. The end of the rushing crowd appeared in front of Cage Island a few minutes later, like a wave that finally reached the shore, and the crowd surrounding her gradually began to relax. The noisy river finally converges at a quiet shrine. When the river surges up the embankment, it sends the roar of people's voices in the water and the tapping of wooden clogs to the dry and quiet land.

She thought she had nothing to do, so she could just ask for an autograph. Unexpectedly, he pulled out a lotus sign from the lotus tube.

This is what is written on the signature: The mind is uncertain when going, and the journey and hiding are not peaceful; a clear and bright light is covered by black clouds. (Note 1)

A gust of wind swept past the branches. Lining up behind Longdao was a small group of male junior high school students, who probably had won a good lottery and were happily talking about something. Just as Long Dao was staring at the content on the sign, one of the tall teenagers noticed the evil sign in her hand and stuck his head over. He bent down considerately and said, "Hey? Did you win the bad lottery? You're not very lucky." Longdao glanced at the person who was approaching, and calmly moved a little to the side, speaking briefly. Answer: "Indeed."

The boy looked at the girl with a cold expression, then suddenly handed over his signature and said, "I don't know if it will be useful, but it happens that mine is lucky. It should give you some good luck."

What he said was indeed correct. Compared to the word "fierce" written in black and white on Congdao's signature, the boy's signature was much more positive.

Heroes are born from strange dreams, but their coming is suspicious; Fangfei is still a broken branch despite the warm spring weather. (Note 2)

He smiled, his eyes bright and clear, looking more candid than on a plain without rugged roads. However, Longdao lowered his eyes and avoided his outstretched hand, saying, "No need." The young man's hand stopped in the air awkwardly. He looked at the girl's back stupidly, and then scratched his head in confusion: "Hey...? Excuse me...? Don't you need it?"

His companions also noticed the movement here and leaned over one after another. He looked left and right with the curiosity unique to a boy of this age, and then whistled maliciously: "Oh, she's a cute girl! Did you do anything to make me angry, Aoi?"

"Hey, don't accuse me wrongly, I didn't..." he said, his voice lowered with uncertainty, "I just wanted to give the lottery to her, after all, she doesn't look happy."

His companion laughed: "You won't be regarded as some kind of weirdo or pervert, will you?"

"Will, will this happen?!"

"Haha, I lied to you!"

However, soon, Longdao met the weird boy again.

It was then that she and her neighbor met again among the crowd at the peak of the festival atmosphere. On their way back, they passed through a dark and winding alley with low concrete walls on both sides. The displaced and dominant wild cat jumps lightly from the trash can lid, climbs the winding and snaking pipes to the window that has never been closed, like jumping into the dark stomach of a monster, or leading to a fairyland. rabbit hole.

Just by raising your head slightly, you can see the strange creature entrenched at the intersection between the buildings. The mist-like moonlight covered it, and one could vaguely see the regular movement of internal organs as if they were digesting food. Reflecting the seemingly invisible light in the distance, it gave off the luster of wet biological mucous membranes.

A pair of eyes the size of two human heads slowly rotated in response to the sound of the crowds of people. The stench of decay attracts mosquitoes to it.

The jubilant crowd was unaware. Only the dark-haired girl cast a casual glance before turning around. Probably because she kept her gaze for a long time, when she straightened her head in silence, she saw a young man with shining eyes beside her.

He lowered his voice and asked her mysteriously: "You can see it too, right?" It was as if he had discovered some treasure and was afraid of being overjoyed in vain. But this mysterious tone that carefully concealed excitement seemed to drag out some bad memories from the depths of the girl's head.

So all he saw was that those indifferent eyes suddenly turned cold, like water that was freezing rapidly. She asked: "What did you see?"

According to common sense, after being treated so rudely continuously, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he should give up the idea of ​​approaching her. But Fujiwara Aoi obviously does not fall within this common sense.

He became serious and asked her carefully: "Did I make you angry?" The tail of the fireworks disappeared fleetingly in the night, and the young man's eyelashes drew a slender black shadow in the light, and smeared ink flowed from under his eyes. His skin slid down to the bridge of his nose, drawing a cloud as thin as a cicada's wings.

It was just a chance encounter with the young man who had only met for a few minutes. The frankness on his face without any pretense was too hot for Long Dao. Suspicion has no place to hide under this kind of gaze, and she feels guilty for being turned against the guest, and accuses her of being an enemy.

Lengdao suppressed the aggressive light in his eyes and said, "It's nothing."

Nothing is worth mentioning. She averted her eyes, and her vision sank into the darkness again. "There is no peace in traveling and hiding." The contents of the signature reappeared in her mind. The young man fell silent. Junpei probably heard something and turned around to peek at the man who was tense just now.

Someone shouted from behind. He was one of the boys who went to the shrine with Fujiwara to ask for a fortune. He waved: "Kui! You are here. Make it easy for us to find you."

"Excuse me - come right now!" Fujiwara replied. He looked at the unclear-looking girl beside him tangledly, murmured something distressedly, then stretched out his eyebrows and said to Cage Island with a smile, "Bye, nice to meet you!... Oh, by the way, although I don't know why you I'm not happy, but I hope you have a good dream! You must look good when you smile... Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, but I really think so, so..." He turned his head and looked at the distance again. The companion, before turning around and running away, looked like he wanted to pat Long Dao on the shoulder but felt it was too much. Finally, he took back his hand and said, "Ah, I have to go! Anyway - nice to meet you!"

The preface does not match the postscript. Besides, no matter how nice it is to meet her, the two of them don't even know each other's names. Cage Island thought.

What a weirdo.

……

Two months before graduating from the third year of junior high school, Longdao met the man again who tried to exchange for his limited blessing through sex/seduce.

This time he didn't wear the sunglasses that made him look disabled, but instead wore bandages that looked like he was heading for the worse. However, this did not prevent the passing female junior high school student from sighing at him.

She was quite impressed by the social beast around that man. A few days ago he came to ask her if she wanted to study in their school.

Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic seems to be called this. Sounds like some kind of religious school. So Long Dao refused and shut the adult man who was suspected of being a pyramid scheme at the door with an expressionless face, not paying any attention to what he said outside. As stated by the experience of our ancestors, cherish life and stay away from pyramid schemes/marketing.

Far away.

The white-haired man saw her coming out of school from a distance, leaning on the car door with her long legs crossed, smiling at her leisurely. Rongjima compared the difference in leg length between himself and the other party in his mind, and concluded that if the other party really wanted to do something, he probably wouldn't be able to escape. He simply half-opened his eyes and decided to wait and see what would happen.

Read as a mess.

He calls himself Gojo Satoru and is a teacher in the school suspected of being a pyramid scheme/organization. Compared to the people's teacher, he actually looks more like a young master from a rich family. Will a rich young man also become the leader of a pyramid scheme/marketing group? It's hard to say, after all, there are such cases. Playing the role of a successful person and preaching some mystique to those who are just starting out and eager to stand out, nine out of ten sentences are empty words and clichés, and they quote quotes from famous people who do not distinguish between truth and truth. It's no surprise that you'll always meet someone stupid.

The young white-haired man was adding sugar cubes to his new coffee. The sugar cubes fell into the bottom of the cup and made a crisp crashing sound. As the number of sugar cubes increases, the original sound of bumping against the porcelain utensils gradually decreases and becomes dull and light. He had to throw in a lot of candy, but the rising coffee showed an amazing tension and clung to the edge of the cup.

Lethal dose. Expert.

"So, where to start?" Gojo leaned forward and crossed his fingers on the table. Even though there was a layer of bandages between him, Longdao had a strong feeling of being looked at. He snapped his fingers, "Your three o'clock position, on the shoulder of the man in brown. Can you see anything?"

Rongdao looked in the direction indicated by Gojo. There was a creature with a wrinkled face like a newborn baby nestled on the man's shoulder. The man with his back hunched over the computer was busy without realizing it. Longdao replied: "No, is there anything?"

The curvature of the corners of Wu Jiao's mouth became even wider.

A big snow-white dog squatted outside the floor-to-ceiling window, wagging its tail. The girl's eyes were unconsciously drawn towards him, like a compass that rotated crazily and then pointed firmly in the same direction.

"You seem to like dogs very much?" he asked casually.

Long Dao nodded imperceptibly. Gojo looked like it would be easy to handle, but unfortunately the girl with poor eyesight did not notice it at all. The man stretched his long legs, happily scooped up a spoonful of cake, and then laid the trap smoothly while the girl, who was intoxicated by the thought of the plush being closer than ever to him, was unprepared.

[Hui, you can let the jade dog come into the cafe. ]

When a message from Gojo Satoru popped up on the phone screen, the boy with a delicate face moved his fingers reluctantly. Despicable, he swore.

Seeing Plush Rong go away from him, Long Dao reluctantly looked back. However, soon she saw the snow-white dream dog sneaking into the coffee shop from the customer's legs while the customer opened the door, and quickly scurried there——

In front of their table.

Before Longdao could recover from the sudden sweet attack, Gojo leaned back in his chair, smiled, and said slowly: "But it's very strange - if you really can't see the cursed spirit over there, why?" Will we be able to see the shikigami?"

"Are you lying, classmate Xiaoquan?"

The man concluded in a sweet tone. In front of Longdao, who was shocked by the sudden questioning and was temporarily down, he leaned back and said to the boy on the other end of the phone: "Thank you, Hui, you can let the jade dog go back." As his voice fell, The big snow-white dog turned into smoke with a bang and disappeared.

"Next, can we talk about business?"

True to his words, Gojo spent the next few minutes explaining to Gagejima a world that she had never known but had a glimpse of due to its own uniqueness. And extended an olive branch to her.

At the Conjuration Academy, you can learn how to maximize your talents. But it depends on your own choice. Gojo finally concluded that whether to become a spellcaster or to bury one's talents - but choosing the latter does not require risking one's life to exorcise the cursed spirit - these are all up to Cageshima himself. He only provides Cage Island with more possibilities, rather than forcing her to make any choices and sacrifices.

"We are looking for and cultivating more strong and wise partners. Judging from my personal experience, you are quite talented." Gojo pointed at Cage Island with one hand like a gun, "By the way, based on my experience, this is not the case. That’s a high praise. After all, Teacher, I’m pretty strong.”

"Basically... how strong is it?" Lengdao asked with half-closed eyelids.

"That's it - the strongest, that's it." Gojo replied with a smile, without any humility, "Do you have any more questions, Koizumi-san?"

"Not yet."

"Eh~ Really? You look extremely curious." The man pretended to be surprised, "Since you are so curious, the kind-hearted teacher Gojo will definitely answer you. Do you really not want to ask this question?"

Cage Island: (I’m really curious, but I feel uncomfortable for no reason)

Wu Tiao followed suit: "Really don't ask me? If you miss this time, you won't have the chance?"

...No, no matter how you think about it, you really don’t have a chance to know. If she planned to enter a college of magic, she always felt that she could find out by just asking someone. Cage Island thought.

"This is a rare opportunity for me to explain it in person. It would be a great loss to miss it."

The people's teacher who is 1.9 meters tall sounds like a coquettish female high school student. Is this reasonable?

Rongdao moved his lips.

Cage Island couldn't bear it anymore.

"...Mr. Gojo. By your strongest, do you mean the strongest swordsman?"

Farewell, five straight legs. The space inside the car seemed too cramped for him. He held one hand under the window glass that had been rolled down a crack, watching the figure disappear into the crowd, like gravel melting into the desert, like water droplets melting into the ocean.

Liuyan's serious demeanor is quite bluffing.

Ichichi asked: "Do you want to go back to the high school, Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo put down the fingers that were pressed against his temples, and a slight arc returned to the corner of his mouth. He answered: "Not now. Ichichi, let's take a detour. Let's go to Chuiyu first."