The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

"Shiratori!?"

"Shiratori-san!?"

When the scene in front of me turned to the sun world again, I was released from the realm of birth by the uncle who was still fighting with me a second ago.

Failed.

That guy is much tougher than I imagined.

Is it because of being in the opponent's domain?

However, thanks to the [Immortal] technique and the gods who made it for me, my side still has a slight advantage, so that the number of times the opponent forcibly splits up is more.

A system that watches the battle silently throughout the entire process: ...I have seen a battle where they pick each other's heads off and then continue on the spot after picking off their heads.

Me: Hehe, it’s just a turn-based system.

Inwardly speaking, I twisted my neck.

Actually.

If it weren't for the innate advantage of the two-faced Su Nuo's two extra hands, this person might not be able to attack my head by taking advantage of the gap in the attack and the defense.

Forget it.

Let alone the mutual injury that only I and the Cursed King knew about just now.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, I just stood still and lost the connection for dozens of seconds after resurrecting Knotweed Yujin.

"Little white bird, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Gradually, the vision returned to clarity, and I could sense that there were people around to block the light, and my body was caught and supported by a tall figure.

He raised his gaze, and a worried face of Nitro happened to poke from the side.

"Are you all right? Did you consume too much spell power?" She frowned, "Is it really too much... resurrecting someone or something."

Hearing this, I felt it subconsciously.

MP is indeed consumed too much and only some blue skins are left.

But it shouldn't be possible to put the blame on Youren-jun's healer's head. This is entirely due to being entangled with that person in the field for too long... No, it's because of being chased and beaten for too long.

What a cheapskate.

System: After all, when you came up, you demolished his house, causing him to almost fall off the pile of bones... In addition to the grievances from thousands of years ago, can you stop chasing you?

Me: A good man doesn't fight women, he has no masculinity.

While subconsciously and passionately insulting the system with whom I had a nodding acquaintance with a certain curse king, he shook his head at Nitzi who looked a little worried.

"It's okay, you can fully recover after eating a good meal and sleeping, don't worry too much."

A smile was drawn to make people feel relieved, and then he turned to the other person who was watching secretly with his eyes wide open:

"It's Yuren-kun... it's better to put on your clothes quickly?"

It's really weird to be stared at by a naked man.

"Oh! Sorry, unconsciously..."

Realizing that he had offended, the pink-haired boy scratched his head and shrank behind the five sticks supporting me.

"Anyway, Shiratori, I don't worry that you are fine."

"Just now, there was no response to how I yelled as if it was frozen, which shocked everyone."

Nitro and Yidizhi, who also followed Gojo and stayed aside, nodded at the same time.

Shiratori: "That...cough, maybe a little hypoglycemia?"

Knotaba Yuhito: "That's right, I still have some snacks in my dormitory... Ah, how about I take care of Shiratori's meals these days? After all, I don't know how to thank you."

Shiratori: "You don't have to be so polite. If you're really sorry, one meal will be enough."

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Oh! Alright, then let's just settle on..."

"Yourhito should rest at ease recently," Gojo Satoru, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said suddenly, and raised his hand to bring the pale girl up and hug him tightly, "Just leave the matter of caring about classmates to the teacher. ~"

Jia Ruozi: "...No matter how you say it, you should leave it to me..."

"Ah ah? Can it be done?" Not aware of anything wrong with being interrupted midway, Katsuobu Yujin scratched his head innocently, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Gojo, Shiratori, I'll..."

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, by the way, Yuuhito-kun, remember to keep this matter a secret? In short, I will take the little white bird and go first. See you~"

Shiratori: "Huh? Wait..."

Without waiting for the person to react, under the gaze of the others with wide-eyed eyes, he picked up the girl's knees, abducted the girl in a princess hug, and quickly left.

……

"It seems that Wujo-sensei and Shiratori have a really good relationship."

Knotaba Yuhito, whose innocent face was covered with the clothes that the school doctor handed him, said this to the backs of his teacher and classmates as they left.

Just as if the conversation was interrupted by an unscrupulous teacher twice, it was another person.

"No, this is already...the appearance of no teacher, right?"

Jiarui Nitzi pressed his throbbing temple, and heaved a big sigh.

Although she can somewhat understand the special situation between these two former classmates...

But at least on the surface, I still have to put on a show and restrain her a little bit!

Underage and 28 years old, does that guy really want to be called a "dishonest teacher"? ?

on the other side.

The humble migrant worker Yi Dizhi: "..."

In general, I always feel that I have vaguely realized something extraordinary.

What to do, if he knows too much, will he be silenced by Mr. Gojo?