It's a power, not a spell

In the early morning, the mist in the mountains has not dispersed.Zhong Yuanzhong was also called out from the warm dormitory, because a guy who had a whim said:

"When I came here before, I was in a hurry, and I haven't had a good view of the scenery along the road, have I? Just take this opportunity, the teacher will take you there!"

"...The strongest conjurer in Japan is already so idle?"

Gojo Satoru saw in those eyes the unfinished words like 'the Japanese magic world is hopeless', his smile remained unchanged, "After all, I am too strong, I must give others a chance to show off."

"That's it..." Nakahara Zhong also replied indifferently, and he didn't know if he believed Gojo Satoru's words.

In this way, it took several hours, and the two walked to the edge of Tokyo's urban area, a building that seemed to have been abandoned.

In terms of beautiful scenery, it is indeed beautiful, but Zhongya Zhongya obviously has no interest in admiring it. The magnificent natural scenery, not even a bottle of fine wine can make him feel excited.

It has been four years since the Central Plains cadre and his only two hobbies, fine wine and motorcycles, and if nothing unexpected happens, they will continue to do so in the future.

But in the final analysis, hobbies are just the seasoning of life, and you can live with or without it.

It's just a pity that those in the wine cellar have not had time to taste in the future.

"Next, I want to talk about the precautions for this special training."

"Ah."

"First of all, the first rule is that you must use mana."

"Huh?" What kind of weird note is this.

"Well, because it's a special training to control power, so you can't just use physical skills to exorcise the curse inside."

Generally speaking, curses can only be removed by spell power, and ordinary physical attacks cannot cause damage to them, but the Central Plains is also different, perhaps because of the erosion of the power in his body for a long time, his body has become equivalent to a curse tool. exists.

——Curse equipment, that is, a weapon that can cause damage to curses.

"Next is the second point, try to ensure that the seal is not broken. That is to say, to control the intensity of the power output."

"Finding a certain threshold that just won't collapse is the only goal today." He raised a finger and shook it lightly.

"It's that simple?"

"Hmm... is it simple?"

"Just kill the enemy without breaking the seal, right?"

"That's right. It's not too late, let's start."

Gojo Satoru stretched his arms a little, then kicked the door open.

There was a 'bang' as the door panel slammed into the wall, and then the axle 'clicked' out, and the poor door was completely useless.

The fine dust reflected tiny light in the sunlight, Zhongyuan Zhong also walked up the steps, passed through the broken gate, and the moment he stepped into the inner area, the existence lurking in the shadows suddenly opened his cloudy pupils.

Mantra spirits are born from negative emotions, so it is conceivable that their external appearance will definitely not look good.This is indeed the case. All the curse spirits Zhongya has seen so far are trying their best to interpret the abstract concept of 'ugliness'.

And the one that appeared at this moment refreshed his perception of ugliness.

Its body is slender, its head is swollen and protruding all over, and there are several pairs of arm-like structures on both sides of its ravine-crissed body, which are numerous and slender.Some kind of gray-green liquid was stuck to the surface of the skin, and when it slithered forward like a snake, it left a sticky trail on the ground.An intermittent noise echoed in the air.

"Give me some more time...give me some more...can finish..."

The curse spirit's eyes, which took up half of his head, were fixed on the figure standing at the door, his slender arms waved frantically, and he snaked in front of Zhongya in an instant, his mouth opened like a petal, revealing a circle of sharp teeth inside. .

The moment it was about to devour its prey, a black afterimage flashed in front of its eyes, and after a momentary pause, its body shot back into the building at a faster speed than when it came, and the sound of the wall being smashed continued one after another.

"Ah, it's broken."

Outside the door, Gojo Satoru, who was leaning against the wall, showed such an expression as expected.

The ocher-haired boy froze, and his movements were frozen at the moment of kicking.

The seal, which was shaped like a piece of paper, shattered and disappeared in a blink of an eye like a cloud caught in a storm.

"Isn't this too fragile?! Models made of inferior pulp are stronger than it."

Ignoring Nakahara Chuya's unbelievable shouts, Gojo Satoru looked up at the sky, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"What a joke! It doesn't take a day, I'll show you right away!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around, walked a few steps to Wujo Wu, hooked the collar around his neck, revealing the obviously faded mantra underneath, "Hey, fix this thing, can you do it?"

"Hey, don't be impatient." Gojo Satoru said, "Although repairing is easier than building, it is still very tiring..."

Having said that, he still stretched out his hand and pressed the warm skin under the young man's collar. After pouring in the mantra, he quickly restored the seal.

"Okay." He withdrew his hand, and the boy let go of the index finger that was holding the collar. The thin leather strap bounced back and hit the skin with a soft 'pop' sound. Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then continued Said, "Let's go to the next practice field."

……

"Ah, it broke again."

"...The next time it will definitely succeed."

……

"It broke again, again."

"...come again."

……

Almost cleared all the formed spells in Tokyo, from the rising of the sun to the high hanging above the head, and finally——

The white-haired young man looked at the boy looking down at his hands through the glasses, and slowly yawned, "Let's find a place to have lunch."

He casually wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head slightly, and a faint red light was lit up all over his body, which was almost invisible in the daytime. He said, "This is the maximum output value."

Gojo Satoru blinked, "Well... congratulations, you finally succeeded?"

"Tsk, I mean..." The red-haired boy gathered his five fingers together and punched the side wall.

Following the cracked cracks, the cement brick wall collapsed into a large circular hole reaching the ceiling—but it was limited to this.

"This level is too weak, isn't it?"

He had been dawdling with the curse for half a minute before breaking it into slag.

Compared with his usual use, the maximum output power is like puddles and lakes, not of the same magnitude at all.

"There's no way around it." Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, "I'm not proficient in sealing, and being able to do this is considered a talent."

"Also, I advise you not to have the idea of ​​'breaking the seal and killing the enemy first in battle, anyway, Wujo-sensei can fix it easily', whenever you use that power, as long as there is any conjurer besides me, You must maintain that seal like a social animal maintains the hairline."

Although Gojo Satoru looked unprecedentedly serious, but because of the weird title of "Gojo Teacher" and that wonderful metaphor, Nakahara really didn't feel any nervousness at all.

"What if I don't?"

"Then please look forward to the future of being hunted down by the entire magic world."

Regarding the possibility that his own existence would be chased and killed by Jujie, Nakahara Chuya didn't even raise his eyebrows, and then asked, "What about you?"

As an insider, he concealed it and did not report it, or even covered it up in every possible way. The result of doing so...

"Well, it won't be easy."

The white-haired young man curled his lips, his serious expression disappeared in a second, "Don't you ask me why?"

"Pointless."

So what if they knew the reason, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't intend to change anything because of their attitude.

"Chuya only knows me as a conjurer, right? I know very little about this field. Have you ever thought about it, what if I'm lying to you?"

"I'm not stupid." Zhongyuan Zhong also replied lightly, turned around and stepped out of the building.The sunlight outside was slightly dazzling, he turned his head and urged a dawdling guy, "Didn't you say you want to find a place to have lunch?"

The place for lunch was selected by Gojo Satoru, which is a relatively quiet ramen shop.

So why ramen?

Nakahara Nakaya took the ramen brought by the clerk, and fell into thought while looking at the attractively colored noodles in the bowl.

Putting his palms together, Wujo Gojo said happily, "I'm starting!" Then he raised his face intently.

Wu Yan stared at him for a while, Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly said, "Why don't you use bandages?"

He is somewhat concerned about this.

"Well?"

"If you go out with a bandage on, you'll be treated like a weirdo."

"Aren't you the kind of person who cares about other people's eyes?"

"Hmm... that's true." Gojo Satoru put down his wooden chopsticks, looked at the brown soup in the bowl, and asked, "Could Chuya tell me why I hate bandages?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

because……

The conversation stops here.

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"You have also seen the activity of the spell spirits this year, and incidents are happening frequently in various places. If you want to be willful, you should allocate your time, Wu, today you disappeared all morning for no reason, and everyone is devastated."

"If I can't complete the work without me, then I have to think about the future of the conjurer. What's more, there is no 'for no reason'. I am serious about teaching lovely students."

Putting down the half-finished doll in his hand, Ye Mo Zhengdao rubbed his forehead tiredly, "That Zhongya from the Central Plains who arrived the day before yesterday?"

"Ah."

"That kid...is there anything special about him?"

"Special..." Gojo Satoru pinched his jaw and thought for a while, "What does he look like to you?"

"It's very talented, but I don't think it can reach the level that you should take special care of."

"I see..." Gojo Gojo smiled, and gave a reason casually, "It's okay to tell you, I take special care of him because he is cute!"

Ye Mozheng said: "...huh?"

…………

What humans can see is different from curses.

Although Gojo Satoru is a human being, his eyes are rare in hundreds of years. The special eye pupils called "six eyes" allow him to easily see through some realities beyond ordinary people's imagination, such as Nakahara Chuya.It is precisely because of this that the no-lower-limit technique can exert its ultimate power in his hands.

As for curses, unlike humans who rely on vision, they rely more on 'perception', so they can perceive when that power is not released to the surface, and they will be tempted by the attractiveness of its comparable super-cursed objects. One after another, the servants came to Zhongye in the Central Plains to deliver food.

Is it special...?

It's quite special.

When facing a tall cursed spirit, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the words of Noctua Masato, and couldn't help bending his eyes and smiling, "Although it can't be called a human being, but ah..."

"Roar!" The curse spirit opened its mouth wide and roared towards the sky, and the sound waves raised five strands of Wu's loose hair.

He aligned his index finger and middle finger, pointing at the curse spirit from a distance.

"It's different from a guy like you, and Zhong is much cuter."

The spell is reversed, "Cang"!

——! !

Amidst the apocalyptic, cracking sound, he raised his other hand and put the phone close to his ear.

"Yidizhi, where is the next one?"