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

"This is the view I have been looking forward to for nearly ten years——"

October 31, Shibuya.

It was like a grand fireworks festival, with fire cores and gunpowder made of the flesh and blood of the conjurers.

It's about to explode at this moment.

No one knows where the ending will go.

The traffic intersection with endless traffic is enough to overlook the Shibuya overpass. Under the thousands of miles of night sky, the blond conjurer looks far away from the bridge.

"Is Xiao Jing scared?" He turned his head, his long bangs fluttering in the night wind, revealing only one eye as clear as a rainy night.

A few steps behind, some young men with a similar appearance were standing not far away from him. Atobe Keigo stood in the center of the battlefield for the unwilling reason of "do you want to go watch the fireworks festival with your brother?" .

"What's the point of being afraid or not?" He quietly looked at his older brother who had lost his childishness. He was carrying a long black cloth bag that he would rarely take out in front of him, which contained the things he often used. Umbrella and horizontal knife.

The pure black umbrella and the gilded knife were silent in the cloth, and even Atobe Keigo could feel a faint murderous aura.

"Don't be afraid." He waved to his brother.

"...What are you doing to coax a puppy?" Having said that, Atobe Keigo still took a step closer to his brother.

"Xiaojingkan——"

The dark curtain stands quietly in the center of Shibuya. The shopping mall and the building are separated from the inside and outside. The mysterious and cold barrier emits a heterogeneous cold light in the space.

The boundary line that you can touch with your hand is the so-called "battlefield" inside.

The thriving scientific society of the 21st century, the gathering place of prosperous and extravagant luxury goods, under the sky is a realm that ordinary people cannot touch.

"Battlefield? This is not just a battlefield." Atobe Keizawa chuckled: "This is the scenery I have been looking forward to for nearly ten years -"

How could he not look forward to it? He had been patiently patient for this moment for a long time.

"elder brother……"

"Yo, Aze."

The sound of footsteps and a calm female voice interrupted Atobe Keigo's doubts. The two of them both turned around, and Ierui Glass and Noctua Masamichi appeared on the overpass.

"Glass, Noctua-sensei." Atobe Keizawa greeted.

"Aze, according to the report from the auxiliary supervisor, the situation in the tent has become difficult to control. The fear of some ordinary people has approached the critical value. Where is Satori?" Noctua Zhengdao looked serious, obviously the situation was not optimistic.

It was originally a carnival night, but now they are trapped in place, unable to move. Under the instructions of the mastermind behind the scenes, ordinary people who know nothing are clamoring——

Let Gojo realize it.

Let him come out alone.

Who is Gojo Satoru? Is this kind of thing important?

It is enough for them to know that someone will die in their place.

"How do I know where Satoru has gone?" Atobe Keizawa said innocently, "How can I control the schedule of the eldest son of the Gojo family?"

"It's already this time, and you still want to make jokes?" Noctua said with a dark face.

"Isn't Glass here? Why didn't the teacher ask where Glass Satoru is?"

"Let me be clear in advance, these guys didn't tell me anything." Jiajiazi lit up a cigarette.

"...Hey! You obviously fell asleep during the class meeting!" Atobe Keizawa retorted.

"I just don't know anything anyway."

Noctua said righteously: ...What kind of class meeting, you just held a fucking class meeting to decide such a big thing? ? ?

"Let Gojo realize it!!"

"Bring Gojo Satoru here!"

"Who is Gojo Satoru to trap us here!"

A few dry sounds of disk cassettes flashed by, and a sharp electric sound came from the slightly shaking small machine in the pocket.

"Oh? The signal is connected." Atobe Kagezawa took out a small mechanical round face from his pocket. He was almost shaken out of his hand if he wasn't paying attention: "Wow, it's so fierce!"

"You also heard that the situation is getting more and more complicated." Noctua said righteously.

"So what are the plans from above?" Atobe Keizawa asked: "Thousands of people are trapped in Shibuya. Satoru is targeted by the curse spirit, and the elite soldiers of the curse master are all outside the tent."

"So what are they going to do?" he pressed again.

"The superiors have given orders to leave this matter to Satoru alone, and no one else is allowed to interfere." Noctua said solemnly.

As expected, no one answered. Noctua Masami also felt that the way the superiors handled it was inappropriate, but when he thought that Gojo Satoru was the "strongest", other people's intervention would only cause him trouble.

As long as you think this way, it's not that you can't understand the behavior of your superiors.

"It's really unpleasant." Ierujia sneered bluntly.

"Then just wait." Atobe Keizawa raised the corner of his mouth in a bad way: "Let's see who gets there first, or... the massacre inside breaks out first."

The unhappiness between Atobe Keizawa and Ieiri Glass was made public. The conspiracy caused by the curse spirit was left to Gojo Satoru alone. The orders issued by the superiors were too confident. This attitude seemed to be that Gojo Satoru deserved it. Just like taking responsibility for this kind of thing.

"What about other arrangements? Are there no other instructions other than 'Leave everything to Gojo Satoru'?" Atobe Keizawa asked.

"Everyone is on standby, no entry allowed, waiting for orders."

Noctua Masamichi carefully observed the students' expressions. Atobe Keizawa's attitude of having nothing to do with himself was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Familiar because Noctua often sees students with this uninspired mask on their faces, strange because he has never used this attitude toward himself.

Even now Atobe Keizawa is not angry at the teacher himself.

"Wait a little longer..." Atobe Keizawa murmured to himself.

hold on.

He said that if you wait, no one can control it.

As the night grew darker and darker, the blond conjurer thoughtfully zipped up his brother's coat. It was approaching November, and the late autumn wind was already bringing a chill.

The voice in the small communicator has changed from doubt to anger, and now it has begun to change to pleading.

Even people who knew nothing realized that they could not escape on their own. After so long, no matter how much they shouted, roared, or even insulted them, they had no idea who "Gojo Satoru" was or where he was. Not knowing, fear, is erupting.

The malicious intentions of ordinary people have accelerated the growth of cursed spirits in the space, and soon this place will become a place where cursed spirits are wreaking havoc.

Outside the tent, as the insults in the communicator gradually intensified, the blond conjurer's expression became increasingly strange, at least that's what Noctua thought so.

It can't be said to be angry, nor can it be said to be indifferent.

This mixture of words intertwined with too many evil thoughts, as well as the "excitement" that cannot be ignored in the middle, and the malice poured out against Gojo Satoru, created the madness that Atobe Kagezawa is suppressing now.

It was as if the blond conjurer was really waiting for the ordinary people in the tent to die in despair.

Noctua Zhengdao's eyes covered under sunglasses were shining with an unknown light. His sense of responsibility drove him to determine that he must take action now, but he still stayed where he was.

At this point, it was actually difficult for him to stop the students' behavior.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally he asked——

"Aze, what exactly are you going to do?"