My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

"Tomorrow is Halloween."

On the periphery of the training ground of the Conjuration High School, a few first graders gathered together. They had just finished a round of training with Maki from the Zen Academy. Everyone’s calves were trembling, and they were sweating profusely, each holding a can of soda huddled in shade.

"I haven't received any tasks these days, and there will be no classes tomorrow afternoon. How about we go to the Halloween party together? I heard that there will be a large Halloween party in Shibuya tomorrow. It's super interesting."

Knotaba Yuhito held a can of soda in one hand, and with a "click", he opened the tab with his index finger, and then drank half of the bottle in one breath, frowning and brewing hard, Finally, he managed to spit out a belch containing carbon dioxide.

"...It's absolutely impossible."

Different from Yuzu Yuhito's heroic way of drinking drinks, Fukui Hui appeared much more disciplined, holding the side of the can with cold water dripping out, took a sip slowly, and then retorted calmly:

"Halloween will definitely be a day when spells appear intensively. On that day, we will probably have to be on standby, and then work from early in the morning until the Halloween party disappears."

"Yes."

Zenyuan Maki, who was separated from a few people, suddenly interjected: "Hui's statement is absolutely correct, and it was the same for Halloween last year. Since October 31, we have been running missions for five full days."

"Yes, that's right, Yuren."

Yoshino Junpei, who seemed to have no sense of presence, whispered next to him:

"Probably everyone will dress up as ghosts and walk out on the street on this festival... Many people will be taken aback. In this way, the concentration of negative emotions is more than usual, and some curse spirits will also Blend in with the crowd."

Speaking of this, Yoshino Junhei paused, then his voice became weaker, and he explained in a low voice: "Because I have seen horror movies with similar settings, and there are many movies with this kind of explanation..."

"If you say this, then the current movie is also very realistic."

Chanyuan Maki raised her eyebrows, "What Shunpei said is not different, but we are not much different, from occasionally working overtime and staying up late to complete tasks, to working overtime continuously in those few days to complete tasks - so Shunpei's Focus on physical strength."

Yoshino Junpei: "...Yes, yes, Maki-senpai."

In the high school of conjuration, Yoshino Junpei, the first grader, is the weakest in physical strength. Knotaba Yuhito, whose physical fitness is comparable to that of an orangutan, does not need to consider such a concern at all. Sometimes I also very much agree with letting Knotabagi Yuhito put more emphasis on the training of spell power.

——But it seems that in a mission not long ago in the first grade, after Knotaba Yuhito, Nagasaki Wild Rose also hit a "black flash"...Fukuro Hui also comprehended half of the field. I heard Yoshino Junpei's "Jellyfish" can almost reach the level of Fu Heihui's "Full Elephant" under certain circumstances, and because of its flexible movement, and the ability to float and carry jellyfish toxins, it is more powerful than "Fu Heihui". There is practicality.

It seems that these first graders have already started to run away quickly.

"That's too bad—"

Knotabagi Yuhito immediately lamented and lengthened the tone:

"It's obviously a very interesting festival, but we can't hang out together. Although we could get together in the past, but..."

——But you have to eat a lot, a lot, a lot of dog food.

This is the second half of the sentence that Yuzu Yuhito didn’t say, but even if he didn’t say it, others can understand what he meant, and at the same time, the experience of the barbecue restaurant before rang in his mind... To this day, there is still no Everyone knows what Goujuanji and my wife Xia Ye did in the toilet, but everyone firmly believes that they definitely did something that day.

So several people fell into a tacit silence strangely, and then looked at the training ground together.

"Speaking of which, today seems a bit strange."

Zenyuan Maki put the practice stick on her shoulders on the ground, looked at the silver-haired classmate in the training ground who was doing push-ups with Panda, and huddled in the shade of a tree on the other side, holding two bottles Soda, my wife Xia Ye, who seemed to be in a daze, had a bit of hesitation in her tone.

"Did something happen? Thorn and Xia Ye didn't stick together today...the atmosphere is also weird."

……

"Ji, did you quarrel with Xia Ye?"

In the training ground, one person and one panda were standing on the ground with their arms, making extra efforts to "hula la" push-ups non-stop. Pang Da couldn't sweat because he was a mantra, but the sweat beads of the dog roll had already hit the ground. The whole person is almost soaking the sportswear.

"Dried bonito."

--No.

The magic speller continued to push up at a non-stop speed, which always seemed to make people feel that he was venting some indescribable boredom and negative emotions in this way, but the answer to Pang Da was also extremely fast, without the slightest hesitation.

"Um... um, is that so?"

Pang Da hesitated abnormally at the side, then raised his head and looked at my wife Xia Ye who was staring at them under the shade of a tree not far away, and finally turned over and fell on his back on the ground of the training ground superior.

"However, Ji, I always feel that the relationship between you and Xia Ye is a bit strange today, and it's mainly because of you."

Speaking of this, there is a feeling of "as expected", and he is completely worthy of the yellow cotton that is full of his head. Pang Da's tail tone suddenly becomes unserious:

"—Is it some novel way of playing? We can't stick together all the time today, or we will be punished tonight?"

"..."

Even though he was really in a mess, he was still shocked by the yellowness in Pang Da's brain, and the dog curly thorn couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth—so Pang Da must be watching regular porn and premium channels, right?

Cough, but this way of playing is not impossible, maybe you can add some props to add to the fun, such as letting Xia Ye carry that pink... remote control machine in his hand.

Subconsciously, his thinking was shifted to the direction of an adult, but it was faster than before. The dog curly spine pulled back his thoughts in an instant, flattened his upper eyelids, squinted his half-moon eyes, and then quite Reluctantly repeated "dried bonito flakes".

—Nothing was played, nothing happened, there was no fight, and nothing was wrong.

……

Indeed nothing happened.

The dog curled up thinking.

He stared intently at the circles of water droplets on the edges of dark burrs on the ground. His arms that had not yet exhausted his strength supported the ground without trembling. The muscles in his arms showed obvious lines under the state of exertion, and his chin was also itchy. Beads of sweat trickled down the open collar and shattered on the ground, forming a ring of fresh dark burrs.

——In fact, nothing happened. The two of them just unpacked the express delivery last night, and then tidied up the room together. He went out and threw the flattened and stacked express cartons in the recyclable trash bin, and then went back to the dormitory , eat and sleep with Xia Ye.

...It was just a nightmare.

A very real, very real nightmare.

***

"Mr. Thorn, your complexion looks very bad, did you not sleep well?"

In the morning, before he was dragged from the chaotic dream to reality, his nostrils were filled with a pleasant peach-smelling aroma, he embraced a warm and soft heat source in his arms, and his purple eyes were half-opened in a dazed way. , I saw Xia Ye approaching worriedly, whether it was the lines of his face or the dark pink pupils, they were exactly the same as the "Xia Ye" in the dream who was holding a bloody fire axe.

"If you have a tendency to insomnia, it is also a very troublesome situation."

Xia Ye said:

"Mr. Thorn, would you like to try drinking a cup of hot milk before going to bed? I heard it is very effective."

"...dried bonito."

— not insomnia.

He feebly refused, then moved his body and turned over, from the posture of lying on his side with his arms around the cat to facing up, staring at the air some distance from the ceiling with unfocused eyes, after an hour After a while, he hesitantly raised his left hand, stretched out his five fingers, and raised it up to observe the back of his hand carefully.

A boy's fingers are not very delicate, and his fingertips are not slender either, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on his palms. Even if Maki and Yuta, who are not commonly used weapons, have thick calluses, they have not only held the tip of a pen The delicate palms of the students.

And on the back of the hand that belonged to the spellcaster, a bright red totem with a strange shape was outlined.

The arc is round, and the whole figure is divided into three strokes, each of which can be formed in one stroke, with a wonderful and mysterious beauty. When facing away from the light, it seems that you can faintly notice that it emits a magical faint red light, but it’s just that When you look at it intently, you can't see it.

The so-called "blur" and "smudge" seem to have disappeared after the dream last night, revealing the original pattern, as if lifting a brush stained with red paint in one breath, and drawing three sinuous lines in one go. Zing's strokes finally landed on the back of his hand, imprinted on the lower layer of the skin, which could not be washed off or touched.

"Ah, it's done."

Xia Ye seemed to have noticed the back of his hand, and was very happy about it. He held his left hand with great satisfaction and anticipation, and traced the lines with his eyes with his eyes, like sticky honey, with high enthusiasm. Then he rubbed his soft side face almost reverently.

Obviously, the behavior can't be called "excessive" at all, but it can make the dog's ears turn red for no reason, and the heat on the back of his hand is frighteningly scorching.

"In this case, Lord Thorn and I are completely connected."

My wife Xia Ye squinted her eyes halfway, and said in a light and fluttering voice very comfortably:

"Our connection is no longer limited to a simple verbal agreement and ring agreement, but from the perspective of the soul, relying on the surging three high-magic command spells, it crosses the red line between life and death."

The touch of the back of the hand is the soft and delicate cheeks, and occasionally it can rub against the fragile and smooth skin of the neck. As long as the palm of the hand is slightly lowered, it can hold the slender, white and fragile neck, without defense against him.

"We will be firmly connected and will never be separated... Mr. Thorn's words, can you also feel it through the Command Seal? The strong bond between us."

……

These three bright red totems were originally called "Command Spells".

On the training ground, the spell master also supported himself and turned over, lying on his back on the ground panting to rest.

——Through the "command spell", he can feel... that's right, he can indeed feel the faint connection, which is related to Natsuno and also related to "deus".

But... what I felt through the "Command Spell" was not just that.

The faint heat from the back of the hand can also bring an inexplicable "understanding" in the heart - that clear and strange dream seems to be more than just a dream.