It's a power, not a spell

The day before school starts.

Since it is necessary to formally enroll, the student ID card must be issued, that is, the level certification, and then the higher-ups can justifiably assign various tasks to Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Ah, it's troublesome to think about it.

Gojo Satoru handed over the certificate to Nakahara Chuya in depression.

"Level one?"

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru snorted in a nasal voice, and the boy's expressionless face was reflected in his icy blue eyes. He said, "Chuya's birthday is on April 29th. Do you have any presents you want?"

Again.

Now Zhongyuan Zhong also hears gifts and thinks of the accessories that occupy the entire cabinet in the dormitory, and then his brain hurts.

"……whatever."

"Hey... Do I choose whatever I want? What a cunning answer."

"It's okay if you don't give it away. It's better to say that I hope you don't give it away." Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him lightly.

"That can't be done, it's a very important day after all."

Big day...?

The ochre-haired boy lifted the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile, his cobalt blue eyes were deep and bottomless, "...There is nothing to commemorate."

It just woke up from the ruins, was picked up by a group of children, and then started a boring story called "The King of Sheep".

As for the day when he was actually born, even he himself didn't know, and those who might know had already gone to hell.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything more, he just smiled and left.

-

The white-haired young man who spoke amazingly had a hearty smile: "Don't underestimate him, even though he's small——"

The 'small' boy's forehead clearly protruded with cyan veins.

"The appearance is also very slender—"

The fingers of the 'slender' Nakahara Chuya twitched and clenched tightly.

"Teacher Wutiao, take a quick look at Zhongya..." Panda leaned back and carefully looked at the murderous young man.

He will definitely hit you, absolutely, please watch the atmosphere, Mr. Wujo! !

"But physical skills are absolute." Selectively ignoring the student's eyes, Gojo Satoru stubbornly finished the last sentence while giving a thumbs up.

With a 'crack', something in my mind was broken at this moment.

Nakahara also kicked a frivolous guy down, "Do you think I'll happily say 'thank you' when you compliment me at the end?! Go to hell, bastard Gojo!"

The white-haired young man paralyzed on the ground raised his hand firmly, "Hey, I'm not wrong. In front of Chuya, even the teacher should be ashamed of himself in terms of physical skills."

The two of them stared at each other in astonishment, their gazes jumped left and right, and finally they tilted their heads in a daze.

The panda muttered softly, "Although I heard that the way of getting along between Mr. Wutiao and Zhongye is very strange, but..." This is a bit too exciting.

That's the strongest Gojo Satoru who is the only one who respects me, it's too detrimental to be kicked by students like this...

Zenyuan Maki approached quietly and lowered her voice: "Student Chuya knows that blindfold?"

Dog Curly: "Tuna?"

"Well, it was at the beginning of this year that Mr. Gojo brought back Mr. Chuya from outside. (It is said) that he taught him very carefully. Mr. Chuya is now a first-level magician. Last month, Mr. Wujo took on the task of--"

"Are you whispering something?"

"Dried bonito!"

"No!" He shook his head quickly.

"That's all right, gossiping about people in secret isn't a good boy's thing to do—nor is nicknames, of course."

Facing Gojo Gojo's bright smiling face, the two of them and the panda silently wiped off their cold sweat.

I always feel... a bit ghostly...

"Okay, the teacher has something to do later, so listen carefully to what Chuya has to say."

Even though he was not happy with his behavior, Zhong Yuan still managed to calm down his mood, thinking about the arrangement of gymnastics training.

He has never been taught by a teacher, and his superb physical skills are honed little by little in cruel battles. He does not conform to the mainstream and is more practical. .

He has never taught others that in Leibo Street, Yang's companions would naturally not do such thankless things, and let Zhongyuan do things that can be done by relying on Zhongyuan. When I was in the port mafia, as a subordinate who was favored by the leader, I would not use my talents to teach new people.

and so--

He can only find ways to improve his physical skills from his own experience.

But it's only the first day, it's still early for combat skills and so on, so it's time to lay a solid foundation, just like a game, no matter how powerful a skill you learn, if the blue bar is too short, you won't be able to use it.

Then start with physical exercise.

Run five laps around the school first.

-

"Hmm... Is it still physical exercise and those cliché moves today?" It's been a week, and the students are still at the basic stage.

"It's better to advise you not to have unrealistic fantasies about me." Nakahara Chuya said, the techniques used to kill people are not suitable for these students, right?Then he has nothing to teach.

"Curse spirits are not the only enemies of conjurers. Sometimes human beings are more terrifying than curses." As if understanding Nakahara Chuya's thoughts, Gojo Satoru supported the railing under him with both hands, lay back and stood upside down facing The boy with his hands in his pockets, "Try your best to teach them something, maybe it will save their lives one day."

The white and soft hair swept past his eyes, Nakahara also lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the young man's black eyepatch.

"What about you, as a teacher, do you idle around all day?"

With strength in his waist, Wujo Wujo stood up suddenly, he fell off the railing, landed lightly on the side of Zhongyuan Zhongye and stood upright.

Instead of looking at the boy next to him, he looked forward to the future that only he knew. "Because I think Zhongye is more suitable than me." When his voice loses the out-of-key frivolity, it will give people a very reliable feeling.

After all, he is not a pure martial arts school.

People are always lazy.The powerful infinite spell can exclude all damage, and when placed in the domain of others, he can also instantly kill the enemy with "infinite space", so naturally he will not pay too much attention to the training of physical skills——

His physical skills were trained before he could comprehend "Boundless Space", and he has been idle for many years now.

"—So, I said that my physical skills are not as good as the middle ones, but it was from the bottom of my heart."

"That's it." Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head to glance at him, and raised the corners of his lips for a while, "It's no problem for me to teach them physical skills for you, but it's too leisurely for you to do nothing as a teacher."

"so……?"

"To be my partner, of course it's the one that doesn't use spells." Zhongyuan Zhong, who hadn't changed his smile, moved his wrist joints and made a 'click' sound, with a bit of murderous look in his eyes.

"That's why Zhong wants to beat me up."

"What do you think?"

"Hey... Obviously I think it's pretty good to be right." Gojo Goto bowed his back slightly sadly, and soon smiled in the eyes of the boy looking at a fool, and said briskly that the latter Surprised, he replied, "Yes."

"……Can?"

"After all, it's a lovely student's request, so of course the teacher must do his best to fulfill it."

"'Request'?! Are you kidding me, this is a condition!" His expression cracked for a moment because of this word, and he didn't even care about the previous modifier of 'cute'.

He went to 'ask' Gojo Satoru?This kind of thing can never happen in this life!

"Hey hey, the conditions are also acceptable." Gojo Satoru turned to Nakahara Chuya and raised his hands, signaling surrender, "Then please be gentle with the teacher when the time comes."

"Ah, I'll definitely be the first to aim for that womanly face of yours."

"Eh? Liar, how could Chuya have the heart to attack such a handsome face of the teacher?"

"Then—would you like to try?"

So after three years of running circles and exercising for a year, they came back panting, and saw the limited edition Gojo Satoru with a sad face, and Nakahara Chuya who was in a good mood.

The curvature of the lips of the ochre-haired boy was significantly higher than the average, and the cobalt blue pupils were bright, with an aggressiveness that could not be ignored, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

"The skill training will start in the next class. Before that, it will be a demonstration session. Wutiao and I will demonstrate the skills." In fact, I just want to punch someone, and the demonstration is purely casual.

The panda sat down on the ground, "Haha - finally I don't have to run!"

"You...haven't sweated at all, have you? You feel tired too?" Chanyuan Maki panted heavily, and couldn't help but make some complaints about the panda who was so leisurely while running.

"Demonstration...does it mean fighting against Wujo-sensei?"

"Hoo hoo... salmon?"

"That's right." Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled and pressed his knuckles, "Sit a little farther away."

"Eh? I really can't wait to beat me up..." Wujo Satoru scratched at his bristling white hair, looking purely confused.

"Don't you have a little self-knowledge?" Nakahara was also shocked by Gojo Satoru's good self-awareness. Obviously his usual attitude is very obvious, and a fool should know that his personality is very annoying.

"It doesn't mean this." Gojo Wujo hesitated to speak, "...Forget it, let's start now."

"Nakaya obviously doesn't hate me..." He muttered and stood opposite Nakahara Nakaya, standing slack, but his muscles had been adjusted to a tense state.

"What did you say?"

"There's nothing—there's—oh—"

Deliberately prolonging the ending, and that strange tone...

The corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth twitched, "Are you a kid who just turned seven years old?" So childish.

Human emotions are quite complicated.

Nakahara really doesn't dislike Gojo Satoru. Although the latter has a bad personality but is straightforward, he doesn't dislike such a person. On the contrary, if a person has a good personality but hides it, he doesn't feel it.

What's more, not only Wujo Wujo didn't do anything bad for him, but he helped him everywhere, and even used his own blood as a material to build a seal for him, so strictly speaking, Zhongyuanzhong is quite grateful to this guy.And after all, they have personally admitted to being friends, no matter what the other party thinks, Zhongyuan Zhong also regards Gojo Satoru as a friend.

But what does this have to do with his wanting to beat Gojo Satoru?

Between men, fighting is the best way to connect with each other, right?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who is naturally belligerent, also slowly gathered his five fingers, lowered his center of gravity, and the light in his eyes became brighter.

The excited smile on the corners of his lips was no longer concealed, and the muscles in his waist and legs instantly exerted strength. That slender figure was like a bullet being fired, leaving only a blurred afterimage on his retina.