Spell Corrosion

Chuya Nakahara's consciousness was a little dazed when he woke up from the chaos. His brain was empty, and the dusty memories that should have been obediently stored in it almost disappeared.

The rest are only sporadic blurry images and my own name.

The eyelids are heavy, the whole body is sore, and the feeling of exhaustion comes from the depths of the soul.However, the destructive desire that filled his mind instead of memory forced him to open his eyes. The madness that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time almost overwhelmed his reason. Zhong Yuanzhong also stood at the door of the room representing the madness and looked in. The blank memory After taking the scene inside the door into his eyes, he was slightly touched, and the first thing that surged up in his heart was anger that came from nowhere.

That is a one-inch rooftop, and beyond that is a bottomless abyss.

The crackling sound of crackling echoed in the empty dark room, because the five senses became very sluggish after a long period of sleep, and it took Zhong Yuanzhong more than ten seconds to realize that the sound came from himself.

Fine cracks climbed from the fingers all the way up, and when the cracks spread to the collarbone, the red-haired boy with empty eyes heard the movement behind him.

The moment he turned his head, the darkness faded like a tide, and the cracks on his body stopped spreading. Nakahara Zhong also subconsciously narrowed his eyes to avoid the light in front of him, but when he lowered his head, he saw a child with white hair.

As if aware of being spied on, the white-haired boy in the hoodie stopped and raised his head in the direction of Nakahara Chuya. The blue pupils that seemed to see through everything hit Nakahara Chuya's line of sight, and then turned around uninterested. Keep your eyes open and move on.

After Nakahara Chuya's body was penetrated by pedestrians, the boy with ochre-colored hair and cracks looked back thoughtfully following the boy's previous line of sight, just in time to see the old woman in the coffee shop shaking her hands Coffee in hand, and a slightly shocked beard on the top floor of the coffee shop.

Zhongyuan Zhong also quietly read the fragmented memory fragments, and finally looked up at the white-haired young man with a wild smile in the sky.

The person who was still struggling on the line of life and death just a second ago issued an arrogant declaration of "I am the only one in the sky and the world".

Staring blankly at the memory picture in front of him gradually blurring, Zhong Yuan Zhong also moved his thin lips and made a fuzzy breath, the cobalt blue eyes still had the word "self" written all over his body. image of man.

Even if he had forgotten everything about it, it seemed that he had indulged himself so freely a long time ago.

Instead of being like now, the layers of heavy shackles strangled his whole body to the point of breaking down from the inside.

Gojo Satoru...?

The sound of the wind, the sound of the collapse, and a warm embrace.

Nakahara Nakata opened his eyes and happened to meet Gojo Satoru's lowered gaze.

The dark red light of gravity converged back into Zhongye's body after shattering half of the dead warrior.

"Five Enlightenments?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved a bit, his body was intact, not as scarred as he had just realized in his consciousness, it was so fragile that it seemed that it would be completely shattered in the next second.

Looking sideways at the hands wrapped around his waist, Chuya said, "Take your hands away."

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru not only didn't let go, but also tightened the jacket that was loosened because of Chuya's struggle just now and exposed half of his shoulders, "No, then I will become a scum who sees everyone and then walks away Yet?"

Having just recovered from the vortex of madness, Majia, who was still in place and heard the conversation between the two, choked with difficulty in breathing.

"Ahhhhh! What have you done to my death martial arts school!" The deafening screams spread throughout the death martial arts school, and the god of death, who had a calm temperament, directly knelt on his knees.

The young God of Reaper completely exposed his nervous side, looked up and took another look at the destroyed Death Martial Arts School on the right, feeling nothing but heartbroken for a moment.

Tears rolled in the eyes, and Kid expressed his request in a tone full of realization with his shocked eyes in Zhongyuan.

"Since you collapsed half, please collapse the other half symmetrically!"

Nakahara Chu also forgot to refute Gojo Satoru's horrifying statement just now that he should be responsible for himself when he sees the light. The 15-year-old boy with slightly wide-eyed eyes looks very harmless, and he doesn't seem to be overbearing just now.

"What are you talking about?" Although the memory is missing, some common sense is still there in the Central Plains, and Kid's eyes are full of incomprehension.

"Hey, look at this building." Kid pointed at the destroyed dead martial arts school, "It's too scary! I can't bear it, even if it's the dead martial arts school my father left me, quickly turn it into It has to be symmetrical!"

"...Why don't you come by yourself?" Zhong didn't understand the brain circuit of the other party, but this did not prevent him from sensing the strength of this neurotic force, "Are you strong?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips after hearing the description of being very strong: "Zhong————" the ending sound was lengthened, and the 27-year-old but tender-faced adult acted coquettishly without any burden of thought, "You haven't Come back to me, hello? Can you hear... woo!"

He lowered his head to Zhongya Zhongye's ear, but before he could finish speaking, he was pushed away by the boy in his arms pressing his face.

"Don't move, the coat will fall off!"

Gojo Satoru's voice was a bit slurred because his mouth was covered with palms, and after the warm breath breathed on his palms, Nakaya withdrew his hands as if he had been scalded, and frowned and pulled his coat back up.

"How could I personally blow up the death martial arts school my father left me!" Kid put his head in his hands in despair, "I'm such a useless son, how can I be a god of death like this, I'm not even worthy of being a human being. No, I shouldn't live in this world at all, my kind of..."

"Sorry, I made you laugh." Majia supported the fainted Kid with a sweet lady smile, placed her immediate boss on the soft chair and continued with a professional smirk, "Is it called Zhongye? I'll help you Let's talk after we find some clothes and change, it just so happens that Lord Reaper also needs to calm down."

She was extremely polite and thoughtful, as if the person who directly killed his immediate boss, Lord Reaper, with a knife just now was not her at all.

Just as he was about to use violence to break someone's hand that was not about to let go from his waist, Nakahara Nakaya was directly hugged horizontally.

? !

"Put me down!"

"Minors should not walk on the ground with bare feet, and be careful of joint pain when you are old."

"You guys, give me enough!"

The dark red light brightened for a moment, and Nakahara, who wanted to use his ability to solve the problem from the source, grabbed Gojo Wujo's shirt collar and tightened his five fingers, his pupils shrank and then slackened due to the severe pain of tearing inside the body when the ability was activated.

His back bowed, his toes curled up, and even all the colors in front of him turned dark gray at this moment.

The top of his head was rubbed, and Nakahara Chuya, who was still in a daze, realized that he even stopped breathing for a few seconds just now.

"What's the matter, Mr. Gojo?"

Majia, who was leading the way, turned her head when she heard the sound, but she didn't see anything wrong.

The petite boy was hugged by a man who was 1.9 meters tall in the posture of a princess, and his impressive and beautiful face was held in his arms by the man.

Gojo Satoru hid the boy's pale face and embarrassment calmly, and casually replied in his usual tone as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing."

Majia, who found nothing abnormal, didn't talk nonsense, and took the two of them to the waiting room of her former partner Ita in the dead martial arts school.Although that guy Ita is taller than Zhong, but if I remember correctly, how many uniforms did Ita not wear before?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had calmed down, did not continue to struggle, nor did he wave away the hand that was clasped behind his head.

why?

Why does it hurt so much?

It wasn't until Majia found a set of Ita's unremoved uniform in the first grade from the closet and handed it over that Zhongyuan Zhong also completely recovered from the severe pain.Apart from the unwell complexion and the excessively pale lip color, there was nothing wrong with it.

"I'll be waiting for you in the conference room, the one who just passed by."

After Majia took the door out, Nakahara threw the uniform on the bed, leaving only him and Gojo Satoru in the quiet room.

"Have you seen my memory?"

Although it was a question sentence, Chuya could probably guess the answer.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru readily admitted it.

"Chuya called me by my name, that means he saw it too, so we're even on this point." Gojo Satoru leaned on the door and watched the boy opposite him turn around, but the image of what he saw in the memory fragments appeared in his mind. 22-year-old Chuya Nakahara who arrived.

Ah, although he is also very interested in the so-called strongest gravity, but if he insists, he feels that the character of 15-year-old Nakahara Chuya is more in line with his taste.

Although the edges and corners are no longer so irritating, and occasionally he will consider others depending on his mood, but Wujo Satoru is still a guy who only respects himself in essence.

In his opinion, all those who deprive young people of their youth should be punished.

Not to mention that it is really irritating to wear out a soul that should have lived a wanton life, and then personally arrange for him to die.

but……

Catching the Brick book aimed at his face, Gojo Satoru happily admired the vivid expression on the red-haired boy's face: "I have such a handsome face, Chuya, you are really not so cruel."

He didn't plan to use his abilities until he figured out the situation, Zhong Yuan Zhong also said every word: "Get out!"

"Why? If Chuka is also shy, it's okay, I've read it, so there's no need to be shy—" Catching the books that were thrown at his head one after another, Gojo Satoru regretfully opened the door, and gave the room to the angry boy , "Hurry up, Zhongya, I still want to drink afternoon tea."

"Who cares about you, arrogant bastard!"

Ah, what clips did Zhong Ye see?Curious, how did you come to the unscientific conclusion that he's a pompous jerk?

Gojo Satoru, who didn't know how to reflect on his bad personality, stood outside the door holding a stack of books.

But sure enough, Chuya Chuya has no memory, right?

And Zhong should not have noticed that he had guessed.

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, and finally made a happy decision on his own.

Blank paper, of course 15 years old should look like 15 years old, right?

Where to start?

Sure enough, it's better to start with honesty and nature, right?

After all, you already have an inherent advantage, and it would be a waste if you don't take advantage of it.

The memory is blank, and he watched another person's memory under this situation. Whether it is the subtle familiarity in Nakahara Chuya's tone, or the patience and not really doing it with him, it shows one thing.

His subconscious mind regards "Wujo Wu" as the only person he is still familiar with.

This is really... Lucky~

Nakahara stared at the closed door, and rubbed his temples after confirming that Gojo Satoru was indeed waiting outside the door.

Shouldn't it have been discovered?

He doesn't remember this incident at all.

In an environment without a sense of familiarity, there seems to be a problem with the ability to protect oneself, and there is no need to increase the number of unfavorable conditions.

"Is Chuya still okay? Do you need help?"

Halfway through changing clothes, the door was pushed in without saying hello.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath.

"You give me death!"

The author has something to say: the addition of 500 nutrient solutions... plus more

Part of the source of the five memories is the comic Huaiyu chapter and the Shibuya chapter

If you haven’t seen Soul Eater, you can refer to the artifacts and gods in Noragami when it comes to weapons and staff fighting. Although they are actually different in essence, the difference will be explained later.

Also push another five Chinese! "[Comprehensive] It's a supernatural power, not a spell", woo woo woo, the fifth middle school is delicious, and makes a voice of wanting more qwq

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感谢在2020-12-1623:03:45~2020-12-1810:54:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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