Spell Corrosion

2017 7 Month 3 Day.

It was hot as hell.

"Yidizhi, turn down the air conditioner a little more."

Gojo Satoru, the top-ranked conjurer in the conjuration world, a powerful existence capable of intimidating all curse masters and curse spirits by himself, has also become a spinning top in July this year.The strongest conjurer, who had been spinning for three days, was lying on the back seat of the car without any image, and a pair of long legs stomped on the leather seat to make two shoe prints, and crushed the last bit of popsicle in one bite. Holding a wooden popsicle in his mouth, he knocked feebly on the back of the driver's seat in front.

"It's already the lowest, Mr. Gojo." Yidizhi, who has been accompanying Gojo Satoru to work overtime, glanced at the navigation, "We'll be at our destination soon, please be patient."

"Why?" He muttered dissatisfiedly, Gojo Satoru propped up his upper body from the back seat, although his eyes were wrapped with bandages, but his face was turned out of the car window.If the bandages on the eyes were removed at this time, the place where those blue eyes were facing should be exactly the goal of their trip.

On July 2017, 7, a circular black area with a radius of about 2 meters appeared in the sky above Yokohama, Japan, which was suspected to be a natural field.

The supernatural anomaly that can be observed by ordinary people caused a sensation on the Internet for a while, and the conjurer high school urgently sent auxiliary supervisors to set up an account for the unknown [field] over Yokohama, and claimed that it was the Suzuki Group's recent investment experiment. The latest projection technology, which has stabilized the public opinion that has begun to lean towards conspiracy theories.

For this matter, Gojo Satoru, who had just finished a job in Hokkaido and was about to skip work and quit, was called again by Noctua Moth.

"This is the last time this month! I promise!" The night moth on the other end of the phone faced the wayward man with a temper, not only agreed to take this guy to Yuanyue to eat dessert made by Akane Kubomomo, but also had to take the responsibility of Gojo Satoru For the next month's work, "However, this time, the Death Martial Arts Academy will also send someone over."

Gojo Satoru held up the phone, and when he heard this, his mind that had already flown to dessert was pulled back a little bit.

Death Martial Arts School, Shinigami Weapon Professional School, just like its name is a school opened by the real [Death God]. Students are divided into two types, because of different soul states, they can be transformed into magic weapons of various weapons and staff as partners.

This school located in the city of the dead and the high school of conjuration divided the scope of work on the basis of the living and the dead. According to their instructions, according to the [Reaper List], all human beings whose souls have fallen into ghost eggs due to killing and sin hunted by them.As for the curses born by people's hearts, unless there are special circumstances, Siwuzhuan will adopt a non-interfering and non-interfering attitude, but he will not interfere with the high school of conjuration. He has followed the rules and has seen Wujo Wu there twice force.One time was a student of the Deadly Martial Arts College, and the other was a special action unit of the Deadly Martial Arts College.

"Curse is the business scope of the high school, right?"

"Yes, but according to Miss Yuzumi, their liaison officer, the thing above Yokohama was mixed with arrogance. Do you still remember the ghost incident two years ago?"

It was so impressive, Gojo Satoru thought of the overtime hell two years ago, it was a period of time that was harder than getting through the hidden endings of all Momotaro Tram series.

"Principal, did you just say that the one in Yokohama should be a super class?" Gojo Satoru walked out while talking on the phone, behind him was the haunted and dangerous building that was blown down by [He], "Okay, okay, I'm going to catch the plane now, But don't you forget the desserts and the holiday principal?"

The guy who can beat the special class two moves, the people who came to the death martial arts school this time hope it will be interesting.

At least don't be a 13-year-old kid anymore, right?

Although the youth of a young man is very beautiful, but the annoying work piled up has detonated the willful switch Gojo Satoru just wants to encounter some interesting things in the process of crushing miscellaneous fish.

But well...

"Yidizhi, you are waiting here. By the way, help me book today's afternoon tea."

After getting out of the car and stretching, Gojo Gojo let go of his bones that were about to rust due to being aggrieved, waved to Yijizhi indifferently, and then turned his head to look for Nitta, who should have been waiting here.

Just as he was about to call Nitta to set up a new tent, and then untie the previous tent to let himself in, Gojo Satoru greeted with the tone word "Yo", and found that there was only Nitta on the scene, and there was no dead Wu that Noctua said. dedicated personnel.

"Ah, is it just you, Miss Nitta? Where are the people over there?"

The capable assistant supervisor explained while starting a new account: "Something happened to the people over there and they had to come later. Principal Ye Moth said let's solve the problem first. The field of students above has been expanding, so we can't delay any longer."

Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, stopped talking nonsense, adjusted the output level of the no-lower-limit spell, and used [Infinity] to allow himself to enter the natural field floating in the air.

"Hmm." Without any hindrance, Gojo Satoru stepped on the ground after entering the Shengde domain, raised his foot and stomped the ground under his feet, turned his head around and "looked around" for a while, and then praised the enemy out of tune, "It's amazing, it's the first time I've seen such a huge field of birth."

What was displayed in front of Gojo Satoru was a complete replica of the entire city of Yokohama, which was exactly the same as the real Yokohama except that there was no living person.If there is any difference, it is probably that the closer to the port area, the more severely damaged it is.

In the area opposite the Daban Bridge, there are five buildings that do not exist in reality, and it just so happens that the place where he appears is the doorway of one of the buildings.

The sign hanging at the door has been blown up, and it is not clear what was originally written on it.Only half of the building was left, and its dilapidation showed that a fierce battle seemed to have taken place here, and the source of the madness, the guy who was designated as a super curse, felt like it was inside.

"Excuse me, I'm coming in." Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, and after a casual greeting, he kicked open the automatic door that had lost its response.

The movement at the door caused the shadow hovering on the first floor to float for a moment. Gojo Satoru looked at a black mist that seemed to be condensed with magic power in front of him. As soon as one leg stepped in, he was pulled down by the sudden increase in gravity.

Knees bent for a moment and straightened again. When Gojo Satoru stepped into the building, what greeted him was not only the deepening and aggravating gravity field, but also the oncoming black gravity factor.

The miniature black hole somewhat similar to [Cang] was offset by the reversed [He], and it was just a simple temptation back and forth. Gojo Satoru immediately realized that the curse spirit on the opposite side seemed to have not yet produced consciousness, and would only respond instinctively to the intruder. Hunting ground prey attack.

Not only did he fail to generate consciousness, perhaps the other party didn't even stabilize his body.

"Eh?"

The black mist surged for a while due to the airflow generated by the collision, and Gojo Satoru, who stood on the spot not far away and used [He] to solve all the gravity factors, saw the situation inside clearly as the black mist rolled and dispersed.

Gojo Satoru reached out his hand into the black mist, and before the black mist gathered again, his fingertips touched the warm and soft skin.The eyes behind the bandage widened for a moment, Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, and [Cursed], who was grabbed by his shoulder, was pulled out of the black mist and poured into his arms.

It was a petite young man with ochre-haired hair. His slightly long ochre-haired tail was curled on his left shoulder. When he escaped from the black mist, the markings on the young man's body, which looked like magma surging, were hidden under his fair skin.

With the disappearance of the stripes, the mana that Gojo Satoru sensed and the madness Majia sensed all converged into the boy's body.

Is this a curse?

It doesn't seem right.

Incarnate curse spirit?

It doesn't seem right either.

This is... human?

It still doesn't seem right.

After the red-haired boy was dragged out by Gojo, the Shengde domain suspended above Yokohama began to disintegrate from the center as if it had lost its core. Gojo Satoru stared at the youthful face of the boy in his arms for two seconds, then took off his jacket Lived in a petite boy.

"Mr. Gojo, have you solved it yet? The people from the Death Martial Arts Academy have come over." Nitta, who ran over, noticed that there was another person in Gojo Satoru's arms and stopped two steps away. The huge filthy force was still there. It didn't completely dissipate, and the too strong pressure made Nitta tremble instinctively, "This is?"

Gojo Satoru hugged the boy in his arms tightly, his eyes covered by bandages were full of interest that others couldn't see: "Well, it's unknown."

Is it possible that this man named Wujo Wu is as perverted as his father?

The corner of Majia's mouth twitched when she rushed over from the dead martial arts college. The 15-year-old girl with twin ponytails stepped forward and briefly introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Majia Alban, a scythe worker who trained DeathScythe (Death Weapon), and now I'm a three-star professional in Death Scythe." Majia looked up at the man in front of him who was about 1.9 meters tall. He doesn't have an advantage in height, but he doesn't show weakness in momentum.

"Do you have no reliable adults who can use it in dead martial arts?" Three-star staff?Is it the top batch of dead martial arts?Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, raised his hand and gestured, and it was good that it only reached his chest, "Or is it that the dead martial arts is a strange organization that specializes in hiring child labor? Miss, have you arrived yet? Haven't you?"

The girl in the black uniform clenched her fists. When she saw Gojo Satoru from a distance just now, the little bit of goodwill she had had because of the messy hair of the same color as her former partner disappeared in an instant.

After a brief exchange of information, Majia breathed a sigh of relief on the glass of the nearby movie theater and prepared to call Death.

42-42-564.

As soon as she breathed out and wrote the phone number on the glass, Majia paid attention to Gojo Satoru who was talking on the phone over there, and reported to Kid, who had become the god of death, somewhat absent-mindedly.

I care about it.

Can a broken soul still live?

From the corner of her eye, Majia looked at the boy who was sitting on the ground with Gojo Satoru in his arms.

He seems to be about the same age as himself. Gojo Goto's coat is wrapped around him, and the hem hangs down to his thighs. Two straight legs with clean and beautiful muscles are placed on Gojo Goto's long legs. His fair complexion and Gojo Gona The uniform dark blue trousers formed a sharp color contrast.

It seems to be very sweet too?

The face of the 15-year-old has not yet fully developed, and the face of the sleeping boy is really delicate and beautiful.

"The situation is like this." Withdrawing from the running god's thoughts, Majia finished her report, and after receiving the reply from the death god, she complied with the request, "I will bring him back to the death martial arts school."

"Obviously I picked it up, right? Why did you send it to your death martial arts school?" He was already a 27-year-old adult, but Wujo Wuhuo, who received the result of the treatment, looked like a primary school student whose toy was robbed, "The curse spirit is ours." business scope?"

"But he's not a curse spirit!"

"He's not human either!"

"But he has madness! You can't solve this, right?"

"Are you underestimating me?"

Xin Tiantou looked at the leader of the magic world arguing with the 15-year-old girl, and the IQ of the topic of you coming and going plummeted.

"Then you can go together!"

"make a deal."

Taking advantage of Majia's lack of reaction, Gojo Satoru agreed without giving the opponent a chance to repent.

Margaret: "..."

I really can't believe that the ceiling of combat power in the magic world is this kind of character.

Isn't this similar to when Black Star was 13 years old?

No, Black Star should be more mature at the end of his thirteenth year than the adult in front of him, right?

"Oh, that's right." Holding his trophy, Gojo Satoru followed Majia and took two steps before remembering Yidizhi, who was going to help him arrange afternoon tea, "Xintian, go and have afternoon tea with Yizhi, so that he won't say that I Let him dove again."

Leaving Nitta's sister happily, who didn't know how to stop him, Gojo Satoru stood in front of the glass: "Won't it hit you? Is your City of the Dead imitating Platform Nine and Three Quarters?"

"Wow! It's amazing." He suspected that he would hit the wall, but he slammed into the glass without hesitation, until the whole person passed through the mirror, Gojo Satoru poked his head out and said goodbye to Nitta, "Tell Noctua me Let's go on vacation and let him remember the dessert in a month's time."

What should I say?

Said that Mr. Wujo, our teaching staff, went to hell to find Death in January?

Xintian was tired and gave up struggling.

No matter what, the level of this ancestor is not something she can persuade.

"Miss Majia, Mr. Ita, Mr. Gojo, please."

Majia assured the worried Xintian before leaving: "Don't worry, the city of death is completely different from the one in the legend. It is not the underworld. Once you enter it, you will not be able to return. It is just a space opened up by Lord Reaper alone. The matter is over. I will send Mr. Wujo back later, if you want to contact us, you can find Miss Gongzi."

This is really a novel experience.

Although it is possible to use spells for ultra-long-distance teleportation, after all, there are great restrictions, and the drawing of spells is also very troublesome. In comparison, the teleportation of the dead martial arts is much simpler and faster.

No wonder their business covers the whole world, so they have such a convenient means of transportation.

After coming out of the mirror, the picture in front of me changed. It was different from the spooky and terrifying Wujo imagined. This ordinary layout, which seemed to be the principal's office, really made people not to be vigilant.

There is nothing strange except that the arrangement is completely symmetrical from left to right and looks too neat.

The owner of this room is probably obsessive-compulsive.

At this moment, the owner of the room is sitting on the soft chair behind the desk.

"So even your immediate boss is a child?" Wujo Satoru was very sincerely puzzled, but because the tone was too sincere, it seemed more provocative, "Is there really no adult in the dead martial arts school?"

"I'm sorry, my father retired two years ago. Mr. Gojo, right? I'm the current Shinigami." The black-haired boy with three lines of hell on his head and even his clothes are perfectly symmetrical, "Thank you, Majia. "

"Kid, that's him." Majia stepped forward, and glanced at the boy sleeping in Gojo Satoru's arms.

"His soul is still there, but is it so broken?" Standing up from the chair, Kid carefully sensed the other party's soul wavelength, "It is indeed the wavelength of madness."

Five questions: "Can you wake him up? I'm still curious about what he is."

Kid pondered for a while: "Although this method is despicable, since it is madness, I think it's better to seal him before he regains consciousness." Probably because he was afraid that Gojo Satoru would misunderstand, and at the same time, he also noticed Majia's face of disapproval. Ready to refute, Kid added, "Teacher Wu Tiao should also be aware that arrogance can lead to madness in people's hearts. The worst case is that the incident three years ago will repeat itself, and arrogance will sweep the world, and the curses bred by humans polluted by arrogance will run rampant , Mr. Gojo doesn’t want to do this either, right?

"It's true that working overtime is annoying, but before that, my curiosity is more important."

Gojo Satoru's very self-responsive answer stunned the two people present.

"This……"

Just as Kid opened his mouth, the slender eyelashes of the quiet and sleepy boy in Gojo Satoru's arms trembled. The broken soul described by Kid seemed to have just discovered the outside world at this time, and the weakly responsive soul wavelength penetrated a little bit.

Majia, who has a top-notch soul sensing ability, immediately noticed the change, but Wujo Satoru, who was not very familiar with souls, noticed it earlier than her.

Although born with six eyes, these eyes cannot directly see the soul inside the human body.Gojo Satoru had also studied the power system of Shiwuzhuan for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that this is a power system completely different from mantra power.

If you are against a conjurer, the soul wavelength of a dead martial artist is equivalent to the conjurer's spell power, and the magic weapon that can transform from a human into a weapon is equivalent to the conjurer's spell.The weapon will amplify the soul wavelength of the staff, relying on the soul wavelength to bypass the enemy's body and directly hunt the opponent's soul.

In front of the partner's staff and weapons, all defenses are useless, and only a strong soul can resist it.

However, since there is no one to guide him, Wujo Wu, who got stuck at this step, can only protect his soul with the magic power.

Although I haven't fully studied the power system of Tou Shi Wushu, but if it becomes stronger, the world will become more boring, right?

With this in mind, Wujo Satoru threw this power system aside after he roughly understood this ability.

At this time, Gojo Satoru clearly felt that his soul protected by the spell was touched by another soul force, and the spell that protected the soul was directly penetrated as if it didn't exist.

No.

It should be said that the other party's soul and your own are born... What should it be called in the professional terms of the dead martial arts?

Soul wavelength fit?Soul resonance?

"Mr. Gojo?!"

Majia's voice was suddenly distant and indistinct.

When Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, he found himself back in Yokohama.

Should this be an illusion?Seeing his body being passed through by the crowd like a ghost, Gojo Satoru kicked off and floated in the air, looking around curiously.

Like a laboratory?

His eyes fell on the cylindrical glass container filled with an unknown liquid, and Gojo Satoru saw a familiar person.

It was a child who looked only about six or seven years old, quietly floating in the light green liquid, with short ocher hair floating up with the water waves, revealing a delicate little face.

It was the boy he pulled out from the black mist.

The scene switched without warning and without any rules, and even the timeline was chaotic. Gojo Satoru passively received part of the opponent's memory fragments, and then returned to reality in a burst of shaking.

"Mr. Gojo, are you okay? Didn't you get involved with madness?" Majia looked worried, and said that she would return Mr. Gojo. She didn't want to come back as an adult with a bad personality. But a completely crazy lunatic.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond to Majia, and the boy wrapped in his coat in his arms opened his eyes. Gojo Satoru's first move was to tear off the bandages tied around his eyes, and then he raised his hand and threw the bandages out of the window.

Wearing bandages will definitely be hated at first sight!

At this time, the first thought that flashed through Gojo Satoru's mind was this.

Confused by Gojo Satoru's inexplicable behavior, Majia opened her mouth.

No, what is this unfolding?Who will tell her if she missed any plot?

Why does the bad-tempered adult in front of me turn into a beauty in a second?

The violent power poured out after the boy's soul and Gojo Satoru touched each other, and the powerful gravity that Gojo Satoru had experienced in the birth domain directly controlled this world.

The ground shattered and collapsed under the gravity, and on the first day of the exchange between Gojo Satoru, the high-level conjurer, the perfect left-right symmetry of the dead martial school beloved by Shinigami, collapsed in half.

The ochre-haired boy opened his eyes, pale blue to cobalt blue, and after quietly looking at Gojo Satoru for two seconds, the boy spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Five Enlightenments?"

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