Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Who among the wild magicians doesn't have a tragic past?"

"Have you heard? It seems we are going to have a new classmate."

Ieichi Shoko lazily squatted in the corner of the indoor basketball court holding an iced Coke.

Summer is always filled with suffocating heat waves, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky like a fireball, and even the air becomes sticky.

It was so hot just to move, but her two energetic contemporaries started a new round of physical fistfights in the name of discussing "values".

Xia Youjie turned around and saw his right hand quickly grabbing Gojo Satoru's collar. He turned around and pinned Gojo Satoru to the floor while he was unprepared. While blocking Gojo Satoru's attack with his left hand, he bent his knee against him. Above the chest.

After a series of operations, he immediately raised his head and looked at his only female classmate.

"at this time?"

He was somewhat polite, but not much.

"Whatever, he must be another stupid boy who doesn't know where he came from."

Being pinned to the floor, Gojo Satoru stretched out his shameless hand and quickly grabbed the bangs of his best friend above him. A threatening smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Today is the day when Jay's bangs will die!"

"You're shameless!" Xia Youjie was furious, but his body (?) was in the hands of others, so he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

The young DKs were in a stalemate on the court, no one willing to be outdone, and eventually it turned into an attempt to kill the other with their eyes.

"It is said that he came to the door by himself, and Mr. Noctua agreed."

"You came to the door by yourself? That's quite strange." Gojo Satoru's curiosity was aroused, and he let go of his best friend's bangs.

Pushing Xia Youjie away, he stood up, casually patted the non-existent dust on his body, and dragged Xia Youjie bumpily towards his home.

"There are still people coming to work as coolies these days?"

"Satoru, don't say that."

"What should I say? Congratulations to the new kid on getting a good, year-round, dead-end job?"

Gojo Satoru's clear voice was slowly drawn out by him, sounding innocent and casual. He shrugged and said, "Ah~ It's really boring, Jie is like an aunt~"

"Wu, the fight just now is not over yet, let's continue." Several crosses popped up on Xia Youjie's forehead. The usually gentle and polite young man could only break through his defenses very quickly in front of his close friends.

"Ah, phone." A ringtone broke the tense atmosphere of cat-dog fighting.

Ieiri Nisoko answered the phone and replied with a lot of ums and ums. ​​She hung up the phone and raised the phone to signal: "He's here as soon as he said it. The teacher asked us to pick him up at the station."

"Tch, what's there to pick up?" Gojo Satoru pouted impatiently, his temper coming as he asked.

"Let's go and have a look. We might have to get along with him for a long time." Xia Youjie was calmer. If his tone wasn't too casual, it would still be considered a favor.

"Okay, okay, for the sake of Glass and Jay."

Stepping out of the stadium, Xia Youjie consciously released the second-level curse spirit he had just conquered not long ago.

The huge eagle rose out of the air and let out a ferocious cry. He waved at the cursed spirit and made it stop where he was. He took Glass and Satori and sat on the eagle's back before controlling the cursed spirit and heading towards its destination.

"The new classmate's name is Atobe Keizawa. He is 15 years old and a third-year junior high school student at Tokyo Private Hyotei School."

Kairi Nishiko pulled up the broken hair that had been blown away by the wind, held up the mobile phone and read the message just forwarded by Noctua Masami in a calm tone, "Hyokuei's deviation value is very high, right? He is an honors student."

"Indeed, Hyotei seems to be a very famous school nationwide." Xia Youjie controlled the direction while glancing at Gojo Satoru, who was still acting arrogantly and writing in the background, and nodded distractedly. : "It would be nice if he had an easy-to-get-together personality."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru didn't care to continue to show off his temper, with a look of 'Do you know what you are talking about? 'Shocked.

His fluffy white hair seemed to explode slightly with anger, and he was obviously unswerving, "Why should I care if he gets along well? I can just beat this kind of person if he doesn't obey me!"

"Besides! I hate top students!"

"Satoru, we are just guessing, the new classmates haven't done anything."

"Yes, Mr. Noctua definitely wants a good student." Ierujiashi thought of the head teacher going crazy all day, which finally ended everyone's imagination about their new classmate.

"..."

After a while, the station was already in sight. Xia Youjie controlled the curse spirit to land. He carefully scanned the entire platform, looking for the future classmates they were going to pick up.

At the same time, the blond boy was leaning quietly on the side of the platform. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a black uniform from a high school. The exquisite and decent material made him tall and thin.

His left hand was casually placed in his pocket, and the sleeves at his wrists were rolled up loosely to his forearms, revealing a section of fair skin. There was a little light coming from the mobile phone he held in his right hand.

From a bird's eye view, Xia Youjie could only see his head hanging down, with his long golden hair hanging casually around his shoulders and neck.

The young man lowered his head and scrolled through his mobile phone. His identity was almost revealed, so he signaled to his two classmates and controlled the magic spirit to slowly descend.

The majestic curse spirit fell to the ground and stirred up a gust of wind. Even the wind was like a heat wave in the hot summer.

Atobe Kagezawa took two steps back, the thin blond hair on his forehead floating in the wind, revealing a pair of dark cyan blue eyes.

"Hello, my name is Atobe Keizawa, and I am a new student."

The young man's voice was clear. He put his cell phone in his pocket as if nothing had happened. He waited for the visitor to place the curse spirit before he greeted the classmate he met for the first time in a warm voice: "It's our first time meeting you. Please give me your advice."

Atobe Keizawa, 15 years old, the eldest son of the Atobe family, is currently running away from home.

"I am Natsu Youjie, and these two are Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko." In the first-year trio, Natsu Youjie has always been in the diplomatic role, and now he is the first to express his goodwill to the new classmates.

"Teacher Noctua said that we would pick you up, but I didn't expect that you had already arrived first." Xia Youjie smiled, his voice as gentle as himself, making people feel indifferent at all.

"It doesn't matter, I came early."

"Haven't you guys had enough chat? Are you in such a good mood to chat about everyday things on the street?"

The white-haired Shenzi was already feeling impatient during the small talk. He stepped forward and stood in front of Xia Youjie, interrupting what his best friend was about to say with a look of displeasure on his face: "Hey, the time for boring greetings is over. If you have any questions, go back and ask Noctua yourself."

Xia Youjie reacted quickly. He pressed Gojo Satoru's shoulders and dragged him back with a chokehold. He also put on a fake smile and said, "Don't take it to heart. Satoru doesn't mean any harm."

Ieiri Shoko also quietly pointed at his classmate's brain at this time, showing a hint of helplessness. In exchange, Gojo Satoru, who had good eyesight, showed his incompetent rage with teeth and claws.

Atobe Keizawa looked at his white-haired future classmate curiously.

He had suffered a lot of criticism in the past, and none of them were more embarrassing than Gojo Satoru's words, so he didn't feel that the current situation was so uncomfortable. Instead, he nodded in good faith and put on a decent smile.

Riding on the wind, the eagle-shaped curse spirit roared and led a group of people straight into the sky.

On the back of the eagle, Atobe Kageze looked curiously at the mounted curse spirit. Its beautiful feathers were evenly distributed and reflected a beautiful light under the sun.

This was the first time he had seen such a docile and obedient curse spirit, which slightly broke his stereotype.

After all, I was driven away by the cursed spirit in the past.

It's very sad.

Seeing that he didn't hide the inquiry in his eyes, Xia Youjie didn't hide it either and said with a smile: "This is my technique, which is the effect of the curse spirit manipulation technique. It can tame the ownerless curse spirits and use them for your own use. "

"Spell?" Atobe Kageze tilted his head, with just the right amount of doubt in his eyes.

"Huh? You don't even know the technique?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned when he heard the words. His temper came and went quickly. Rather than rejecting good students, he was more surprised that this person didn't understand anything. Even Ieichi Shoko, who was sitting in front, turned around.

"Sounds like a very important setting?"

"Huh? An important setting?" Gojo Satoru looked at Atobe Keizawa as if he were watching country people coming into the city: "In this world, 80% of the magicians live by their talents."

Therefore, the technique is a manifestation of personal talent, and Atobe Keizawa understands it clearly.

"Yes, almost everyone has their own technique. Mine is a reversal technique, used for treatment." Ieiri Glass explained, then pointed at Satoru: "His is unlimited, used for... um , there is no lower limit.”

Xia Youjie burst into laughter, but also felt that it was not good to be too showy in front of his new classmates, so he coughed twice in a serious manner and turned his face away to avoid the eye attack sent by the angry Gojo Satoru.

"No lower limit is awesome, but it's hard to explain. You'll always see it during practical classes."

"Atobe-san didn't know anything about the magic world before?"

"Does destroying the curse spirit count?" Atobe Kageze shook his head.

Since Mo was about six years old, he has been able to see 'monsters'.

From then on, a layer of malice shrouded his life. After some careful exploration, he found that no one in the Atobe family could see the terrifying deformed creature except him.

Then he understood that those who can see are the aliens.

In the days that followed, he was deeply troubled by the curse. Even if he tried his best to ignore the strangeness, he would inevitably be affected by the curse.

When he was ten years old, the still young Keizawa Atobe represented his school in the All-Japan Elementary Debate Competition.

It was a long-lost sunny day during the rainy season, and the sunshine captured people's hearts like precious silk.

However, perhaps the pride of heaven attracted jealousy, and the huge resentment formed a new curse spirit, and Atobe Keizawa was the target of that ugly curse spirit.

The curse was rampant on the field, and Xiao Jing, who came to the field to cheer his brother up, was almost involved.

Atobe Kageze pursed his lips, his dim and unclear expression mixed with lingering fear.

In fact, he didn't know how he survived. He only remembered that the arena collapsed and everyone was looking for shelter in fear. That was the first time he faced the terrifying monster.

But Atobe Kagezawa felt nothing. He frantically searched for his brother in the crowd, calling his name at the top of his lungs.

The huge scorpion-like monster swung its tail hook in the center of the arena, eyeing its feast.

He leisurely entertains everyone, made stronger by human fear.

For a long time, it lost patience and moved its huge body. Its huge mouthparts filled the air with a cold breath, and then it aimed at Atobe Keigo below.

A sharp scream sounded like joy, and it raised its head and smashed it down crazily...

In an instant, Atobe Kagezawa only remembered that the air seemed to be quiet. Excessive fear made him unable to control his muscles. His whole body seemed to no longer obey his orders. In his panicked pupils, he could see a monster rushing towards his only brother... …

At this time, the wind suddenly picked up, lightning and thunder thundered above the open-air arena, and it rained heavily in an instant.

When he woke up again, he was lying in Atobe's private hospital.

His younger brother was lying beside his bed intact, snoring. Listening to his younger brother's breathing, Atobe Keizawa seemed to feel the beating of his heart again.

Soon after, the flawless consortium heir Aibe Keizawa became a "self-destructive waste" spread by the upper class.

He restrained all his sharp edges, shed all his good reputation, and settled down to stay at home, playing with things and losing his mind, studying the world that was different from ordinary people under the guise of being obsessed with ghosts and gods.

The considerate boy with a round head seemed to notice something strange about his new classmates, and he thoughtfully changed the subject, just as the high school was approaching.

"Theoretical knowledge will be learned in class when the time comes. Don't be in a hurry. School is almost here. Go down first and we will take you to see Mr. Noctua."