Spell Corrosion

"No, that's not right, you just close your eyes, then stretch out the blue ball, spread it out and gather it together, and then punch it out!"

In the playground of the high school of conjuration, Black Star sat on the re-paved lawn with his arms folded, and spent a lot of time explaining how to release the wavelength of the soul, but only got a suspicious look from the only student.

Chuya Zhongyuan: "Speak human words."

Facing Hei Xing's confused expression of "you don't even understand this", Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but sigh.

Why was he so confused yesterday that he chose Black Star between Kid and Black Star, and asked him to help him with the soul system of the Dead Martial Academy?

"Mr. Zhongye, you can't just see with your eyes."

Fortunately, there was another reliable person present.

Black Star's magic weapon partner Tsubaki put forward his own suggestion.

"The soul is a very illusory existence in the eyes of outsiders, so the dead martial arts school only recruits students who are born with a certain degree of soul perception. However, Mr. Zhongya can realize the weaponization of magic, which means that you have a certain ability to capture the wavelength of the soul. Traits." Tsubaki pressed Black Star's shoulder, pushed aside the Beast Experiencers who shouted "Can't these be done instinctively", and took over the part of the theoretical explanation, "Wavelength release is a relatively difficult task. For the matter, I think that before that, Mr. Zhongye should proceed step by step, and it is better to start by capturing the wavelength of the soul."

Tsubaki blinked and smiled gently: "Although I don't know why Nakaya-kun is so anxious, but weapons and craftsmen are one. Since Nakaya-kun has a very compatible partner, why don't you start from the basics, little by little? How about accumulating?"

That's the problem.

Central Plains was also silent.

[I want to get you. ]

The answer Gojo Satoru gave him exceeded his expectations.

Gravity controlled Gojo Satoru's body, and the distance between them stayed within a hair's breadth of a hair.The feeling of restraint on the neck was more obvious because of being dragged and leaned up, and even breathing was a bit stagnant because of the knuckles rubbing against the throat.

This is completely out of the category of jokes, no matter how hard you find excuses, you can't ignore it.

But, what is shining in Gojo Satoru's eyes is not the so-called emotion.

Humans really are complex creatures.

Incomprehensible to the inhumans born from the safety devices of the gods.

Obviously born with such a thing as "heart", but this kind of creature's definition of "heart" is very strange.

In Yokohama, the city where he was born, he struggled for the definition of formless and formless, and then tried to imitate human beings and become one of them.

But every time, when he felt that he might understand the essence of "heart", he would find that this matter was not as simple as he imagined.

The first element of analysis is discrimination. Thanks to his innate precise intuition, Zhongyuan Zhong also feels that he has done a good job in this aspect.

For example, others think that Mr. Mori's love for Yokohama and dedication to the organization are empty rhetoric to deceive him, and some hostile organizations even laugh at him for kneeling and dedicating to Mr. Mori, who is naive and deceitful.All you need is a bunch of beautiful scene words, a few false cares and expectations, and you can coax the king of sheep who is in charge of gravity.

Regarding this, Zhong Yuanzhong just sneered, and didn't even bother to explain. For these ants, the only thing waiting for them is to be crushed by gravity.

As long as he himself confirms that the truth to which he is loyal is enough.

It is also this characteristic that allows Nakahara Chuya to discern the true meaning that the other party wants to express in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

This is not a romantic confession defined as love in human society, what Wujo Satoru said was purely literal.

He wants Chuya Nakahara's feelings, body, and everything including the soul.It's like a three-year-old child who has no restraint, sees a delicious meal that suits his taste, and wants to devour it without any leftovers.

What ignited in those eyes was not the deep affection in the little girl's fantasy, but an endless flame of plunder.

Upsetting.

Zhongyuan Zhong also broke Wutiao Wu's hand hooked to his collar, the smile on his lips was like a dormant beast finally opened its eyes, full of hostility and warning.

"For the sake of those things before, forget it this time, and talk to me like this next time, and I will beat you until you can't get out of bed."

The former cadre who kept his word made an appointment with Black Star immediately after returning. He had to find a way to bypass that annoying no-lower-limit spell, and then punch Gojo Wutiao hard.

However, it was Gojo Satoru's unscrupulousness this time that made him realize one thing.

The identity of the ward has limited his sight, and Nakahara Chuya belatedly discovered that there was an unequal dependence between him and Gojo Satoru.

He needs Wujou's spell power to soothe the pain, Wujowu to cooperate with him in hunting souls to repair the soul, and even Wujowu to pull himself back to the "human" realm when he loses control and runs away.

It is deeper than the entanglement of filth and disqualification in the world back then.

And this kind of inequality has been weakened by the so-called "I am your guardian", "I will stand in front of Zhongye", "Zhongye can rely on me a little more", and he has not clearly recognized it until now.

Now that the ruthless words have been released, first of all, he has to resolve this damn interdependence.

Nakahara is also convinced that, on the premise of being able to stand side by side, when the time comes to make a decision, no matter which direction the relationship between him and Gojo Satoru develops, he will be able to respond calmly.

So even though Tsubaki's proposal was the most appropriate, it didn't work for him.

"The one I want to beat up is my partner." Nakahara also shrugged his shoulders, "But the spell on him is too annoying. Simply put, he can create a period of [infinity] to isolate all attacks beyond the infinite distance of itself."

That's why Zhong also thought of the soul wavelength attack Black Star used on him last time.

It was an existence that could not be defended with spells, but could only be counteracted with spell power.In short, it is a penetrating attack similar to the real damage in online games. All the compiled defensive postures are useless, only the purest power essence-such as the mantra itself condensed from human emotions , to be able to resist.

"Your partner?" Hei Xing, who was sitting on the ground, was a little surprised when he heard the words, "You said that the guy who couldn't be in tune with your wavelength, so suicidally let the madness synchronize with him?"

"Suicide?" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down, "What do you mean?"

"It was in Kawasaki last time. Didn't you lose control? If you want to bring you back to that state, you can only awaken your humanity through soul resonance, but Gojo Satoru doesn't know how to synchronize wavelengths." Recalling that time In such a situation, Black Star showed a rare expression of approval, "He really dares to let your madness erode his soul, and let you take the lead. I thought he would be completely corrupted by you and become crazy. The lunatic, to be more serious, have you seen the moon at night? Because of the outburst of negative emotions such as madness, despair, fear, etc., he will be melted by madness into the pool of black blood that blocks the moon."

Hei Xing had never told him about the Wutiao Satoru that Hei Xing mentioned.

On the morning when he woke up, Gojo Satoru just briefly mentioned what happened in Kawasaki, and focused on the decision of the death martial arts expert and the conjuration expert on his judgment, without mentioning the madness of gambling .

Gee.

It would be a lie to say that he is impassive, but Nakahara is also sure that Gojo Satoru never thought about the question of "what if I die" at that time, he definitely held the idea of ​​"no problem, because I am Gojo Satoru" Mental choice.

This kind of abnormal thinking that puts everything on him and doesn't feel that he has taken a huge risk makes Zhongyuan Zhong also feel complicated.

Probably Gojo Satoru wasn't that bad either, at least he didn't directly use means to force and threaten himself, and he didn't give grace or coercion either.

"If you just want to beat him up, you don't need to worry about learning the wavelength release now. As long as you can be in tune with him, that infinity doesn't exist for you, because it is impossible for that technique to exclude Gojo Satoru Are you yourself? In the case of coherence, you are one." Black Star explained, "Have you ever played a video game? Have you ever heard of magic immunity for teammates? When he was in Kawasaki, Gojo Satoru relied on this to be immune to your gravity .”

Zhong Ye instantly became interested: "How do you do it?"

Black Star scratched his head: "Close your eyes?" Maybe it was because Zhong Ye's speechless expression was too obvious, and Black Star also realized that he might really not be suitable to be a mentor, "Ah! You mortals are really , Can you really not understand the genius of this uncle? In short, did you feel his existence when you completed the weaponization? That's the feeling."

Although Black Star said it very generally, Zhong also felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of the other party.

"It's actually very simple. All Zhongya-kun needs to do is to understand him, and then get close to him." Tsubaki looked at Zhongya who was lost in thought, and his overly soft tone eased Chuya's resistance to the meaning behind these two words "However, Mr. Chuya, don't make a mistake. Although it seems that the craftsmen are using us in the external form, they occupy the absolute dominance, but in fact leading the craftsmen to fight is our domain."

When Tsubaki said this, she showed a slightly playful and sly smile.

Just like the traditional sickleman Majia, when she cooperated with her partner Ita for the first time, she couldn't even do the basic sickleman's swing|stick movement.However, Majia, who can let the mop fly away when she swings it, can use the sharp scythe as her arm dictates.

Maja, who was 13 years old at the time, asked, "How should I do this?"

Ita's answer to this is: "You put your hand on the stick, don't hold it too tightly, and then turn it in the direction you want to turn,-I will lead you." (*)

The Central Plains also came to a sudden.

"So...is that so?"

"Well, we have never been vassals of professionals." The gentle and considerate black-haired girl smiled with her eyes bent, "That's why Siwu Zhuan calls it a partner."

Black Star and Tsubaki's mixed sparring and explanation continued until Gojo Satoru came to him.

At that time, Zhong Ye and Black Star were experiencing the wavelength release through actual combat. Under the deliberate adjustment of the other party, although there would still be soul tingling, it was barely within the tolerable range.

When Gojo realized it, Nakaya just raised his right arm to block Hei Xing's straight fist, grabbed Hei Xing's right wrist with his left hand, lowered his center of gravity and exerted force with his hand, dragging Hei Xing while sweeping his foot towards the opponent's ankle.And Black Star, who was also outstanding in physical skills, jumped up directly, turned over in the air and bent his knees in the direction of being dragged, and hit Ye's back. In the end, the two exchanged a wave of offensives to distance themselves.

"Wow, that's amazing." Gojo Satoru, who had seen two masters of martial arts fight at a high level, first appreciated it, and then, relying on the existence of no lower limit martial arts, he inserted between the two of them like no one else, "But here first, Nakaya I'm going to take it~"

Zhong also dodged his hand reaching for his waist, and slowly tidied up the clothes that were a little messy due to the discussion just now, and this was the first time he responded to Gojo Satoru after breaking up badly last night.

"Task?"

"Chuya still remember that detective boy named Kudo Shinichi?" Although the dissatisfaction was avoided, but the other party finally no longer regarded himself as air, Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers in a good mood, "He got into a car accident and went to the hospital , I heard that it was an inexplicable brake failure, the principal called us to have a look."

This is strange.

Zhong is also very sure that the curse spirit has definitely been expelled successfully, so there is only one possibility left.

"That curse has another source?"

"That seems to be the case, so Chuya, let's go! Let's go to the hospital to visit Mr. Detective."