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

"I just have small eyes, not a small brain."

"That's it, Japanese knotweed..." Zenyuan Maki, who was wearing sportswear and carrying a big knife, was silent for a moment.

Death is an unspeakable topic. Zenyuan Maki from the Gosan family is more accepting and more rational than others present. As a container of Su Nuo on both sides, he knows with his toes that the upper class cannot let Hisahito live well.

But the news really came too suddenly.

No, maybe it wasn't unexpected at all. They had also heard about the recent scandal involving the Directors' Meeting, and the entire second grade had been eating it with gusto for several days.

Zenin Maki glanced at Fushiguro Megumi who lowered her head to suppress her emotions. She didn't think it was strange when watching the show, but they discovered it after a little discussion between the second graders.

It would be true that Atobe Keizawa would be angry if the adopted son of a super-level magician was plotted against, but on the basis that Fushiguro Megumi was safe and sound, would Atobe-sensei really make a move to directly sign up for the Director's Council?

Ah, well, it’s not impossible.

But if Hirohito died because of this incident, it would be more reasonable for Atobe-sensei and Natsura-sensei to do such a thing.

Fushiguro Megumi kept his head down, just as Maki-senpai thought, he was trying to suppress his emotions.

Effort, inhibition, emotion.

——In order not to laugh.

Gojo Satoru specifically told those who knew about it that they must never reveal the news that Hishito is still alive.

The teacher was so rare and serious when he spoke that even Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki Nose, who had seen through Gojo Satoru's true nature, couldn't help but become nervous, let alone the one who was lured into a high school by Kizune Hisahito who had become a monk without any information. Yoshino Junpei.

The three teenagers tried their best to suppress it, and Kugisaki Wild Rose even pinched her thighs until they were numb before she could barely keep her expression in front of Maki-senpai, whom she admired.

Why did she have to get into this kind of trouble! The young girl has a vicious heart in her heart, and hiding something from her respected senior is not in line with her wishes at all!

Damn it, that bastard teacher!

There's also Japanese knotweed. I'll see if I don't beat you to death when you come back!

Megumi Fushiguro:......

"Hey you guys, the exchange meeting is about to start. It's time for you to have some snacks." Zenyuan Maki came back to her senses. She was not a considerate senior in a place like this, but she subconsciously changed the subject.

"Yes, yes." Panda and dog Juanji also nodded.

In the days that followed, under the violent training of their seniors, the first graders spent a pleasant and infirmary time with great fear. Even the little weakling Yoshino Junpei, who could only paddle water for the time being, was able to get around the playground smoothly. A few weeks ran away.

On a day when the sky was clear and blue, the time came the day before the Tokyo Sisters Exchange Meeting.

Atobe Keizawa, who was neither a teacher nor a student, stepped on the banana peel openly. Under Gojo Satoru's unbelievable accusatory eyes, Shi Shiran left the conference room.

This kind of burden was arranged before the game, and it was enough for Gojo Satoru to bear it alone.

Stepping on the shining sunshine, the blonde magician who felt lazy and successful walked happily to the dormitory. Is there anything happier in this world than catching fish?

Have!

Even when he was fishing, his friends were all working conscientiously!

"teacher!"

The boy's steady voice passed through the path covered with fallen leaves. Atobe Kagezawa turned around, and a familiar figure came into view.

"It's you, long time no see, little lucky star."

"It's been a long time, teacher."

The young man is in his prime, but the child from a noble family is a little less youthful and wanton. The self-restraint and etiquette in his bones and the gentleness in his gestures are only revealed a little bit when he stands in front of the teacher. Juvenile.

At this time, the competition for sister schools was about to begin, and the organizer was Tokyo High School. It was not difficult to guess why he was here.

Most likely they ditched their classmates and came to see him.

"Is it okay? You don't need to sharpen your weapons before the battle? I heard that you lost miserably last year." Atobe Keizawa waited for him to catch up before walking side by side. His words were more or less playful to tease the children: "Don't be afraid. ~You Tai will not participate this year.”

It's a pity that the slightly naive boy didn't hear the teasing in the teacher's words, and even if he did, he had already gotten used to the trouble-making heart under the teacher's serious skin for such a long time.

"We have already heard about Otoko-kun's non-participation, but the teacher..." Kamo Kenki's brows wrinkled a little, but it seemed more like he was confused about this decision: "Hiruhito Kozune, you Are you really planning to let him compete?”

The pink-haired boy who came back from the dead and actually emerged from the huge box felt a headache when he thought about this farce. Kamo Noriki. After so many years, Teacher Gojo still has this kind of virtue. The murder weapon exploded openly and so on...

Kamo Kenki thought with his knees, knowing that the principal of Kyoto School would not give up.

This exchange competition will probably not be a competition purely for the exchange of spells like previous years.

"What do Kenji think?" Atobe Keizawa asked back.

...Uh, this is an exam question? Kamo Kenki glanced at the teacher next to him who was in a very good mood.

"It's too dangerous to be a double-faced monk. I agree with the conservatives on this point. His resurrection will be disastrous for mankind." The upright young man has never wanted to hide anything from his teacher, even if he knew that Atobe Jingze might not agree with this idea, but he still said it.

"So Kenji also agrees with executing Hisahito?"

"The premise is that he is really 'dangerous'." He had already thought about the answer to this question before he came, so Kamo Kenki hardly hesitated: "But he can be alive and kicking here, teacher, in the next game, I You can assume that Knotweed Junior is 'harmless', right?"

I believe in the teacher's conclusion more than my own opinion. This approach itself contains Kamo Kenki's own judgment.

Rather than judging the meaning of a person's existence when you cannot know the details, it is better to leave this difficult and complicated problem of drawing conclusions to someone you trust.

The teacher is very strong, and he is the kind of person who thinks he is ordinary. No matter what kind of power he has gained, he always feels that he is an ordinary person who lives a stable life. This kind of person will never violate his conscience for the sake of "greed" .

Kamo Kenki firmly believes in this.

He was a little envious of Hisahito Knotweed. Although his career as a spellcaster was at the beginning of a disaster, every step of Kizune Hisuhito would have elders who he could trust without reservation to advise and protect him.

As a container of double-faced evil, such a heinous status for the upper echelons of the magic world, because he met Gojo Satoru from the beginning, he was able to enjoy what can be considered a carefree life here.

Kamo Kenki couldn't help but wonder, if he had really wished to join a junior high school at the age of fifteen, as he had wished when he was young, would... the situation would have been different from now?

"Well, um..." Atobe Kagezawa touched his chin, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking: "No, just follow your principal's arrangement and do your best to kill him."

Kamo Kenki:?

Kamo Kenki: What are you talking about? I just have small eyes, not a small brain.

"All-or-nothing confrontation is what counts as 'growth'." Atobe Kagezawa, with his hands behind his back, walked on the path that revealed little bits of sunshine, his expression was comfortable and determined: "Don't worry, there are teachers here, this is the territory of the high school Come on, who can you little ones kill~"