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

"Fushiguro Megumi was just getting hurt and was being beaten."

Step into your brother's world?

Isn't the answer to this question obvious?

Atobe Keigo raised his brows, and his endless anxiety slowly fell back to a controllable level under his brother's coaxing. Even if he didn't want to admit it, it was hard for Atobe Keigo to really be angry with his brother.

It has been like this since he was a child, from his favorite toys, delicious food, favorite tennis balls, favorite poetry collections to his brother's sticky stickers and aggrieved display of weakness.

His brother always knew how to dance crazily when he was on fire and at the same time quickly pull him back from his violent emotions.

In particular, Atobe Keigo knew that the past time could no longer be traced back.

Even so, such a proud young man will not let himself indulge in the unchangeable past. Even if he is upset, he only wants to grasp the present.

The brother he had never known, at least from this moment on, he wanted to get to know him from scratch.

"Xiao Jing?"

"Why are you still standing there? Don't you want to go out and have a look?" The young man who regained his confidence raised his chin and gestured to the window: "What are you still struggling with?"

"……Oh."

Do children today recover so quickly? The elderly man Atobe Kagezawa who followed him out in a daze looked hesitantly at the majestic back in front of him.

From the looks of it, has he passed the crisis?

Is this, so easy to deal with... No, no, no, how could he deal with Xiao Jing! Atobe Keizawa, who was following behind, shook his head crazily in his mind.

He should really deserve to have such thoughts!

But, might Xiao Jing be a little too good...

"This... is a school?" Atobe Keigo looked at the surrounding environment hesitantly.

The quaint Japanese-style buildings, the towering ancient trees that block out the sun, winding paths and sparsely populated areas, the air is filled with the freshness of being far away from the world, and the whole space is filled with a sense of isolation and fragmentation, which is completely different from the world. modern society.

"Yes, Tokyo Magic College, a school that specializes in cultivating magicians." Atobe Keizawa stepped forward and answered.

"Oh? Is it your regular religious school?" Atobe Keigo sneered.

Atobe Keizawa: ...As expected of him, he is his younger brother, his flaws are exactly the same.

"For the time being, there are still formal procedures. We just don't teach religious knowledge, just show it in name." Atobe Kagezawa looked away.

Just like when Xia Youjie accompanied Atobe Kageze to visit the school on the first day he joined the junior high school, this time it was Atobe Kageze's turn to accompany his younger brother to get familiar with the place where he had lived for so many years.

Atobe Keizawa has lived here for more than ten years, and he can find the location here with his eyes closed.

In the infirmary, classrooms, library, training ground, etc., the gentle breeze accompanied by the warm sun made it impossible to feel the coldness of last night. There were shouts of cheers on the playground, and Atobe Kagezawa's pace changed.

"Huihui is on the playground, Xiaojing, do you want to go and see it?" he said.

"Then the kid from high school will come here?" Keigo Atobe asked. He couldn't help but feel worried when he thought about the scene last night.

"No, Megumin wants to be an ordinary person." Atobe Keizawa put his hands in his pockets and shrugged: "It's not a good thing. Why are you rushing to do it if you don't want to do it?"

"I see that you are very active in hurrying up."

"……Hahaha."

The shouts on the playground were loud, mixed with Fuheishier's frivolous and cheerful provocations.

"Little devil from the Chanyuan family, are you doing embroidery?"

"Megumi Fushiguro, are you going to ask your parents to help you fight? Hey, do you want me to call you daddy?"

Ah...that scumbag.

"Let's change the direction." Atobe Keizawa's eyes wandered, and there was something strange on the playground.

"Aren't you calling the parents? Why don't you go and take a look?" Keigo Atobe looked at his brother who was about to apply oil on his soles. As if he was in some big trouble, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

The boy, who rarely had bad taste, instantly decided that his brother would do the opposite.

"Wow, what did I say? Didn't this just happen?" Fuheishier

Turning a corner, the scene suddenly opened up, and a spacious and brand-new playground appeared in Atobe Keigo's sight. It was the coldest month of winter, not the school season, and only Fushiguro Megumi and Zenin Maki, who had escaped from home early, were on the field.

The tall and heroic-looking little girl and the dirty little kid with a stern face were full of resentment. They were not afraid of losing, but they were most afraid of being ridiculed by scum if they lost.

Atobe Keizawa: ...This familiar formula, familiar feeling.

After checking his eyes, he saw that he had been ridiculed by Fuheisheer for many years.

Speaking of which, these people are all related by blood, right?

"You're full of resentment. It's so early in the morning." Atobe Kagezawa raised his eyelids. He's already here, but he can't show his timidity in front of his younger brother. Besides, he could hold down the Sky and Tyrant Hammer so many years ago.

What is he afraid of?

"Mr. Keigo, are you okay?" Fushiguro Megumi put down the weapon in his hand, passed Fushiguro Shijir without looking away, then walked straight past Atobe Kagezawa, and stopped in front of the only person he respected.

Atobe Keizawa:......

Fuheishier:...

This bastard.

Atobe Keigo was not seriously injured, but Fushiguro Megumi, the child fished out from the bloody body was alive and kicking overnight. Now that he really saw someone, Atobe Keigo was relieved.

Even so, he looked at Fushiguro Megumi with slight disapproval in his eyes: "You just need to train after the injury?"

It was probably Fushiguro Megumi who was just getting injured and was being beaten:...

"Are you Atobe Kageze?" The heroic girl, holding a big sword, pointed at Atobe Kageze with the sword in her arm: "I heard that bastard Sunglasses said that."

Those bastard sunglasses... quite vivid. Atobe Keizawa tilted his head.

"As long as I win you, can I kill that bastard over there?" Zenyuan Maki pointed at Fushiki Shir with his thumb, his face was full of black energy, and the way he was gnashing his teeth didn't even look like Fushiki Shir. It was the same thing she fished out from the Zen Yuan home.

Ha, Fushiguro laughed mercilessly. The irritable little girl suddenly became furious. With a turn of her wrist, a new round of training began again. Fushiguro Megumi sighed and followed suit.

The incomplete heaven and curse, the true hope of the Zen Garden.

Atobe Keizawa had heard of her. Even though he hadn't appeared on campus very much in the past few years, Gojo Satoru, who had a mouth that was good for nothing except talking and eating desserts, was somewhat new to him. Know something.

Cutting, picking, stabbing, chopping, switching weapons, the little girl who has not yet formally entered school has already developed a good posture to hit people. Keigo Atobe looked at it very carefully, more meticulously than the brother next to him, not only In order to understand his brother's living situation, what's more important is this man who looks very similar to Fushiguro Megumi.

A relative of Xiaohui or something?

"Biological father." Atobe Kagezawa yawned, one after another, with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes: "Megumin's biological father, Fushiguro."

Atobe Keigo:……

To be honest, every time he encountered his brother's careless behavior of setting off explosives, he wanted to beat him up.

"Don't worry, although Huihui is not listed in our household register, she has nothing to do with this person."

Atobe Keigo was very suspicious whether the minds of people in the magic world were different from ordinary people. Is this a problem with the household registration book? ? He has a biological father! ?

No, where is his registered permanent residence? ? How many wild dads did you have at such a young age? ?