It's a power, not a spell

Because of the waywardness of an unreliable adult, I went to Ueno Park the next day to see the cherry blossoms.

Of course, the Central Plains is not interested, but——

Teacher Wujo, who sneaked into the student dormitory early in the morning, sat down next to the student's bed with his legs crossed. His tall figure curled up into a ball. He looked up at the student who sat up impatiently. He took off his sunglasses and his face was pure and beautiful. , the slender and thick eyelashes fluttered like a white butterfly spreading its wings.

The adult has a thin figure, and the way he bowed his waist and looked up at him is inexplicably pitiful, making it impossible to associate words such as the strongest spell and bad character with him, and then hearing his soft tone, it seems Cotton candy, sweet and greasy.

"中~also~"

So after knowing Gojo Satoru was a narcissist yesterday, Zhongya Nakahara realized that this guy is still very good at acting.

If you don't agree, you will definitely be annoyed to death.

Moreover, Wujo Wuneng can spare the daytime today, I am afraid that he did not have a good rest last night, and Nakahara Chuya himself has nothing to be busy with...

"Ok."

So I agreed.

Then Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, with a dark blue box placed palm up.

"This is a thank you gift from Zhongya for accompanying me to enjoy the cherry blossoms."

Although he has no interest in cherry blossom viewing.

Zhongyuan Zhong also accepted the letter with suspicion, and inside was an earring.

The diamond-shaped gemstones are quietly silent under the light, and the deep color seems to live in the entire sea.

Since that day, Gojo Satoru seemed to have awakened to some strange habit, and from time to time he would bring him a little bit of trinkets—although they were all thrown into the corner by Chuya Nakahara—most of them were mainly blue. , earrings, neck ornaments, hair accessories, etc. are covered, but there is no hat that was also mentioned in the Central Plains that day.

Although Nakahara expressed his dislike more than once, Gojo Satoru still enjoys it. He doesn't care whether the things he bought are well worn, but simply enjoys the process of buying and giving them away.

Gift-giving addiction syndrome?

probably.

No one can stop people from spending money.

Time soon came to April, and the cherry blossoms in the school bloomed one after another, and the breeze blowing the petals laid a light pink carpet.

Although the Conjuration High School is different from ordinary schools, the start time is about the same.Usually in early April, but there are no restrictions on other times.

The freshmen who entered the school came to the magic school on the mountain with the fresh fragrance of flowers.

The first person to arrive was a girl with a ponytail.

Because a certain teacher received a temporary assignment and left, Nakahara Chu was also asked to welcome the new students.

"The location of the dormitory is here and here. There should be another here, but this one is already here, so there is no need to worry about it. Remember?"

"Only three?"

"Only three."

"Hello, Nakahara Chuya." Nakahara Chuya nodded to the girl at the door.

"My name is Zenyuan Maki, just Maki. Are you a senior?" It doesn't look like it.

"No, we should be at the same level." Zhong Yuan Zhong also took the luggage in her hand, and made a gesture of invitation sideways, "I will take you to the dormitory in the future."

"Ah, thank you..."

so cute.

Zenyuan Maki followed behind her classmates at the same level, thinking so.

He is polite and takes care of girls, obviously very masculine, but because of his overly delicate appearance, Zenyuan Maki's impression of him is only "cute".

With such a classmate, life in school should be very pleasant in the future, right?

The second person to arrive, the last student of this level, was a white-haired boy in tight clothes, with a turtleneck sweater pulled down to the tip of his nose.

Is it cold?

He greeted routinely: "Hi, I'm Zhongya Zhongyuan."

The other party nodded, "Kelp."

……kelp?

A nonsensical word.

A faint doubt arose in his heart, but he had no intention of establishing a harmonious and friendly classmate relationship with the 15-year-old boys, so he was not obsessed with talking to each other, and he had no desire to explore why he said this, so Zhong Yuanzhong Also said 'hmm', "I'll take you to the dormitory."

"Salmon."

……Salmon?

Well, it doesn't matter.

The freshmen were given half a day to pack their things in the morning, and then went to the classroom to gather in the afternoon.

Zhong Yuan Zhong, who stayed at the school for two months, finally ushered in the first class in the traditional sense, even though there were only four students.

—one of them isn't even "human."

As for Chuya himself?

Of course he's human, in every sense of the word.

"So—can such things as curse power be cultivated by animals like chakra?" The said curse is produced by negative emotions of human beings?

"Hey, I didn't expect Chuya to have seen Hokage ○."

"...What exactly do you misunderstand about me?"

Games and comics, even for him, would be used to pass the time when he was bored.

Gojo Satoru didn't wear sunglasses today, and of course the bandages were unwrapped - he wore a pair of black eyepatch.The white hair stood up strong, making him look like a brand new badminton from the factory.

The 27-year-old Badminton put on a smiling face: "The custom-made school uniform will be delivered tomorrow. Okay, then we will start the class. First of all, the routine self-introduction, let me start-"

He pointed his finger at himself, "I am Gojo Satoru, your homeroom teacher, what I like and what I don't like... I don't want to tell you about my future dreams... I have various interests..."

Chuya Nakahara: "Don't copy Teacher Kaka○'s self-introduction!"

Chanyuan Maki held back the twitching of her mouth, and looked at the boy she had a good impression of: "Is this guy our future homeroom teacher?"

"Dried bonito!?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard disbelief in the boy's tone, he sighed, "It's a pity, it's true."

"Teacher Wutiao has always been like this, just get used to it."

The three of them looked at the farthest position together, "Did the panda talk?!"

"Hey...that's annoying, he's no ordinary panda."

"..."

"In this case, let the panda introduce itself first." Wujo Wudao.

Panda stood up and walked to the podium to face the three of them, "Hi everyone! My name is Panda, let's get along well together!"

...so, pandas are called pandas?It's really simple and rude.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and pointed: "Then switch to the center."

So Nakahara Chuya got up and came to the place where the panda was standing before, "I am Nakahara Chuya, please give me your advice."

"Is it that simple... Well, it just fits Chuuya's style." Then Gojo Satoru looked at Zenin Maki who was sitting in the third.

The girl went up knowingly, "Zenyuan Maki, I hate people calling me by my surname the most, please give me some advice."

"It's so simple." Gojo Gojo scratched his face with his fingers, seemingly troubled, "The last classmate is quite special, so let me introduce you."

Last classmate: "Salmon."

"This is Gou Makiji, a spellcaster. As you can see, the vocabulary for communication is limited to the fillings of rice balls. You need to work harder on communication."

"kelp!"

They're all weird guys...

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his cheeks, waiting for the content of this class to start.

"Now that everyone knows each other, let's start the formal class." Wujo Wudao said, "First, let's familiarize ourselves with each other's abilities."

Then it was taken outside.

"One-on-one duels, body skills, you are not allowed to use magic power." Gojo Wu put his hands in his pockets and leaned on the railing outside the field, in an inexplicably familiar posture, "The next step is to divide into groups, Ji · A group of Pandas, and a group of Chuya and Maki. Take turns, and the weapons are optional."

Panda's movements are completely opposite to his body type's flexible style. Gou Juanji is a mage who relies on his mouth to output output, and his physical skills are relatively poor, so he was defeated as a matter of course.

The winner stretched out his furry paws to the spellcaster sitting on the ground, "Do you want to hug me? My fur is so soft!"

"……Salmon."

Next, it was Chuya Maki's turn.

The boy on the opposite side was slender, and his posture was very casual. He was the type who would never feel very powerful at first glance.

Zenyuan Maki picked up a long-handled sword, "I don't know how to release water."

Regardless of the reason, releasing water is disrespectful to the other party.

"Ah." Zhongyuan Zhong also responded.

His hands were drawn from his pockets in a fighting stance.

Because you are facing a classmate of the same level, you are a friend rather than an enemy, and you are in the same class. Out of basic politeness, you can't fight with a loose attitude.

Therefore, Zhongye's attitude is very serious.

Zenyuan Maki was the first to move.

She swung the long knife and came to Zhongya's side like thunder, and the back of the knife slashed down obliquely without hesitation, bringing a gust of wind.

Her speed is fast, but in the eyes of Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, there is no doubt that she is in slow motion.He also bent his body backwards. While dodging the attack, he put his hands on the ground and exerted force. His lower body flew into the air, and he kicked the long handle of the broadsword.

Zenyuan Maki only felt a huge force coming from her hand, and the weapon was almost about to be dropped.

She leaped back, widening the distance.The hand holding the handle of the knife was numb.

Great strength.

She looked at the brown-haired boy who had stood up straight in surprise, wondering how much power was hidden in his body.

Both physical fitness and combat experience are far higher than that of Chanyuan Maki, so Zhongyuan also gave up the option of active attack. If he defends and then counterattacks, the battle time can be extended longer, so that this battle will not be in an instant. time ends.

After all, Nakahara Zhong also believed that it was impossible for a person in his 20s to bully a little girl.

Or you can also think that he is more gentlemanly, and it is what men should do to take care of girls.

Even so, the battle ended quickly.

"I lost, you are very strong." Chanyuan Maki said very simply, she is the type who can afford to lose, and Chuya Nakahara really convinced her.

She didn't even touch the bottom of the young man's strength in front of her. Every time she thought that was his maximum speed or strength, the other party would quickly refresh her perception.

Gojo Satoru appeared at the right time, pulled away the garland that came from nowhere in his hand, and colorful pieces of paper fell down profusely.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now everyone must have a certain understanding of each other's strength, so let's start today's training."

"What training?"

"Of course it's gymnastics training." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers crisply, and then patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder with his palm, "Chuya will be responsible for the training for you."

"what?!"