It's a power, not a spell

April is the time when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

The young students sat under the cherry blossom trees, with the blue sky above their heads.

There was still a hint of cool wind blowing through here, and the petals that were about to fall completely fell down.

Although Gojo Satoru once said at the beginning of school that "in front of Chuya, even the teacher should be ashamed of himself in terms of physical skills", but in that situation, no matter how you look at it, it was just a joke. Chuya Zhongyuan, no matter how talented he is, will not make even the strongest in the magic world feel ashamed.

and so--

Chanyuan Maki was still thinking that she would not get hurt in her hope, when a petal happened to float in front of her eyes, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the dull sound of sex colliding with the picture was transmitted to her brain.

? !

Obviously last moment, Zhong Yuan Zhongya was standing far away from Wujo Wu, but now Wujo Wu hasn't moved, and the red-haired boy is already approaching him!

Such a fast speed, I don't know how many times faster than when I was training with myself before.

Chanyuan Maki unconsciously pursed her lips. All her previous thoughts were completely forgotten by her. She didn't blink her eyes, and she had already attracted all her attention by the fierce battle full of tension in front of her.

The school uniforms had been issued to them last week, black uniforms, but Nakahara Chuya's waist line was much thinner than the usual size for some reason.

He stood his arms by the side of his face to guard against the kicks from five Wuheng kicks, his back arched like a predatory cheetah, and his thin waist and abdomen bent when he counterattacked, and he vaguely glimpsed a line of white, well-cut fabrics. The beauty is revealed.

There are no fancy and beautiful movements in his actions, just monotonous attacks and defenses, resolute and not at all sloppy.It is obviously the simplest move, but it has a different charm when put on this young man.

The cherry blossoms were blown by the strong wind, whirling around him as if attracted, the cobalt blue eyes were like two points of cold light, and they were like the bright moon in the sea, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more wild and wanton.

His blood was boiling for a long time.Four years of comfort did not blunt his sharpness, but buried his longing deeply, waiting for it to break through the ground again, and it became more violent and unstoppable.

Every cell in the body is appealing for——

Evenly matched opponents, hearty battles!

Gojo Satoru's face became more and more bitter.

If he didn't use magic power, his own physical strength and strength would be at most equal to that of the Central Plains - does that mean that the bones of children in their teens are still in the developing stage?Is this hardness really real?

In terms of combat experience, his experience is more in the situation of facing the curse spirit, and it is not as good as the combat expert Nakahara Chuya who came from the mountain of corpses and blood, let alone his skills.

So he fought very hard in this fight.I always feel that if this continues, I will be ashamed in front of other students.

This is not acceptable, the dignity of being a teacher must be well maintained.

His movements suddenly paused subtly, even though Zhongyuan Zhong also reacted quickly, the strength of his fist could not be fully contained, and it happened to hit Gojo Wujo's side face impartially.

At the same time, the white-haired young man stretched out his long arms to embrace the young bear in front of him, and because of this, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell to the ground with the others on his back.

"Hiss..." When he fell down, he was hit on the chin by Nakahara Chuya's hair.

The skin on the side of his white to transparent face was congested with blood, and soon swelled up, his chin was also red, and he looked seriously injured.

Because he is rarely injured and his skin is much more delicate than that of girls, Gojo Satoru can easily leave marks on his body, and because he is white, it is difficult for people not to notice the incongruity.

In fact, there were many places on his body that were scratched by Nakahara Chuya's attack, but they were all covered under the black cloth, so they couldn't be seen.

"Zhongye!"

"Zhongye!"

"tuna!"

Three voices sounded, Gojo Goku turned his mouth unhappily, "Is there no one who cares about the teacher? The teacher is very sad!"

Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth from his chest: "Why are you suddenly going crazy?"

When fighting, risk your life and don't intentionally give your opponent a loophole. If he hits it right, it will definitely be enough for the five Wukong to spin for three and a half weeks and break the rear railing perfectly. This is not madness.

Gojo Satoru laughed again, but the smile was slightly distorted due to the pain on his face. He rested his head on the ground, and it didn't matter if his white hair was scattered and dusty. "At least in front of the students, let the teacher save some face."

"Are you okay?"

The students came to the two of them, and their gazes obviously stayed on Gojo Satoru's face for a while.

"It's okay." Zhong Yuan supported the ground with his hands, but when he wanted to get up, he was stopped by the arms around him, "... let go."

"don't want."

The first syllable was upturned, and he dragged him for a long time, but at the end he stopped it neatly, like a kid who was stuck in the mall and wanted to stay here to buy candy no matter how much he persuaded him.

"My face hurts."

Holding him doesn't help in healing either.

Zhong Yuanzhong really couldn't understand his magical brain circuit, so he could only "tsk" heavily, "If you don't let go, prepare me for another punch."

Finally let go.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up in extreme displeasure, and when he turned around, he saw the students with subtle expressions.

"?"

Zenyuan Maki: "It's nothing, I just think Chuya has a good relationship with Yan and Gojo-sensei..."

"Salmon."

Nakahara Chuya raised his brows high, his eyes were full of disbelief that she would have such an idea, before he could categorically deny it, his upper body was bent down a little under the weight of Gojo Satoru's suddenly lowered arm and half of his body, and then I heard the cheeky reply from an adult.

"That's right, Chuya and I have a very close relationship, after all, he is my unhappy disciple."

"Unsatisfied disciple?" What kind of description is this?

"Because Chuya said earlier that he didn't want to—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his face with his backhand, "Shut up."

Of course, he didn't encounter it because of the no-lower-limit technique, but the other party was very cooperative and didn't say anything more, so he let go of his hand.

Sure enough, the relationship is very good.

The hearts of the two and the panda sighed at the same time.

Then the two remembered what the panda had told them about Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru.

"Before Chuya came into contact with the magic world, he was a student of Qingteng Middle School. Mr. Wujo went to Qingteng Middle School to exorcise the curse and met Zhongya at the beginning of the year, and then Zhongya soon dropped out of Qingteng Middle School and came to the high school. " Panda said, "I heard that the deviation value of Zhongye is 78, he is that kind of super student!"

"The deviation value is 78...you can choose any high school in Japan, right? Although the Conjuration High School is the heart of the conjuration world, it looks like it's just a vocational school from the outside...how did that blindfolded idiot make people Did you cheat?" Chanyuan Maki was shocked.

"I don't know, but Zhong Ye is really good, not only academically, but also a genius in conjuration. He has been a first-class conjurer since he first came into contact with cursing!"

"Level [-]?!"

"Mayonnaise!" The dog Curly's eyes widened a little.

"I also had the same reaction when I heard about it, but he is a person who is taken care of by Mr. Wujo and the strongest magician. I don't feel shocked when I think of it..."

The panda scratched his face, suddenly changed the topic, and his expression gradually became excited, "Also, Mr. Wutiao used to ask Zhongya to exorcise curses for him, and then once he met a super curse master and a curse spirit, Mr. Wutiao was very angry. He has never asked Chuya to do missions for him again. Although it looks very unreliable, he actually cares about Zhongya very much!"

"I also occasionally saw Mr. Gojo pushing Nakaya, who is in a wheelchair, for a walk at school!"

Chanyuan Maki's eyes twitched, unable to understand his excitement, "So...?"

"Don't you think the two of you get along very...very...that's it?"

He happened to glance out of the window that morning and caught sight of the two men passing by. The 27-year-old man bowed his head and said something with a smile, while the boy in the wheelchair slightly pursed his lower lip and listened quietly as the morning sun fell down.

This scene looks like a pair of ordinary brothers going out for a walk, there is no curse, and there is no future that will experience the death of oneself or others at any time.

Warm and bland.

'咻' hit the panda's heart, probably just like mediocre people yearn for excitement, beings who often live in battle and bumps also yearn for peaceful and boring daily life.

The panda's expression became full of longing, and he said in an ethereal tone: "Ah, I really hope they can continue like this..."

Zenyuan Maki: "..."

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

So which one is it?

The two of them silently stayed away from the panda who had fallen into fantasy.

"It feels so disgusting for no reason." She complained.

"Dried bonito."

The panda was shocked: "Eh? Why is this!"

But looking at it now...

It seems that I understand the feeling of pandas again.

The relationship between those two people really has the power to make people smile.

"Hey, you..." Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to his side face, and signaled, "Go to someone for treatment."

"Well, I think so too, but Nitro was on a business trip yesterday." Gojo Wujo put his hand on the wound, and shrugged helplessly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much, and I will probably be laughed at at work. Bar."

Zhong Yuan frowned slightly, "Aren't you the strongest?"

Who has the guts to mock him?

"Because he's the strongest, it's rare to be injured, so people will be more concerned." Gojo Satoru's casual gaze fell on the three freshmen through the blindfold, and successfully stopped them from talking, "'It turns out that the strongest is not so Strong, the name doesn't match the reality', 'It's really frustrating to be easily defeated by the students' and so on."

"Is that so..." Nakahara Chuya showed real worry in his eyes.

This kind of nonsense can only deceive people who are new to the magic world, and whoever knows a little bit about Gojo Satoshi doesn't know his terrible character!In the high-level meeting, one person angered the whole audience, calling those guys moldy old oranges, and the superiors were only helpless and furious, so this arrogant guy swaggered out the door.

Besides, Yi Dizhi, the assistant supervisor who has the most contact with him at work, has a deep grudge against him and is deeply troubled by his wayward behavior, but he dares not speak out, and obeys every word he says.

Such a guy, who would take it too hard to laugh at him.

Zhong Ye, don't be fooled by this man!

Perhaps their brainwaves were successfully transmitted to Chuya Zhongyuan, and the red-haired boy's eyes sharpened, "No, if someone dares to mock you, you will definitely be beaten. They won't be ignorant of your terrible personality Bar?"

"Ah." Wujo Satoru stuck out his tongue, "So it's 'probably'. Occasionally, such ignorant and fearless guys will come together to act as flavoring agents."

So the three freshmen were fortunate enough to witness the joyful scene where the strongest man in the magic world was being chased around by his students.

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"... Enlightenment." Ye Mozheng gestured to his side face, frowning deeply.

The previous support missions were only at the first level, but Gojo Satoru had a wound on his face. Could it be that he encountered an unexpected situation?

The existence that can hurt Gojo Satoru, to be honest, I haven't seen it since Gojo Satoru automated the no-lower-limit spell in his third year of high school.And now what is-

"Ah, I accidentally forgot." Gojo Satoru touched it and felt a slight tingling pain. After realizing it, he healed the injury on his face by blinking with the inversion technique.

"what's going on?"

"Hmm...it's the condition of 'Unsatisfied Disciple'."

Hearing this kind of answer, Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't know whether he should pay attention to the 'Unhappy Disciple' or the 'Condition' first.Afterwards, under his questioning, Gojo Satoru finally explained the cause and effect clearly, and he was shocked.

"...You handed over the physical training to Chuya Zhongyuan?!"

What an international joke, let the students teach the students, so what is the use of the teacher?

"Hey, what's the problem? Anyway, it's very good at hitting, and the result will definitely surprise you."

"you……"

The recognized strongest conjurer stood there with his pockets on his pockets. Because he was going to a meeting, his blindfold was pulled down and hung around his neck. He still had an incongruous smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely determined.Noctua paused for a moment, and changed the content of the words he was about to say.

"Then give him half of your salary."

Anyway, it's a useless teacher, so half of the salary should be considered for the sake of years of friendship.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly, "Huh?"