Meanwhile, somewhere in Tokyo.

"Hana Yu?!"

Lehu, who was fighting with Gojo Satoru, sensed the death of his companion, and Akira was hit flying again by Gojo Satoru who was teasing him.

"Why did you stop?"

When Wujo Wuwen spoke out, he saw the one-eyed wide-eyed super magic spirit in front of him, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Hana Yu...was killed?!"

"Ah~" Gojo Satoru stretched his waist, his excellent mind deduced the general idea based on the limited information, and said maliciously to the still shocked Lehu, "It seems that the curse spirit that Liuhe fought against the enemy is also your companion. .”

"Who is it? Tell me, who is that man called 'Liu He'?" Leu Hu roared angrily, "I'm going to kill him!"

"No, no~" The strongest conjurer waved his hand frivolously, "It's 'her'. Liuzuru is a reliable and cute super intuitive junior." For example, she did it at Himuro Shrine. , The conclusion that the brain must be eliminated on the spot has won a great development advantage for itself.

"Since her judgment this time is still to get rid of it altogether, then I should show some skills. I can't lose to the younger generation."

Gojo Satoru pulled down the blindfold, revealing six blue eyes that looked like the sky, and his fingers were imprinted.

"The field expands, and there is no limit to the space."

"You're so weak, you can't kill her~"

This was the last sentence he heard before he was born. He didn't understand it until he died. Why did he want to use the domain · cover the coffin and iron to surround the mountain against the domain · boundless space, but failed?

Is it true that, as Gojo Satoru said, he... is actually very weak?

No one answered as he dissipated.

Gojo Satoru was busy sending text messages to Kokichi, asking him to make a round badge for himself, and exchanged information with Ubuyashiki, Tsujino Rutsuru and others.

Oh, I'm so busy, I'll skip work later to buy desserts~

**

Tsujino Ruzuru was not relieved until he confirmed that there were no seeds and other remnants of mana in it that might cause the super-spirited golden cicada to shed its shell, and checked the surrounding trees and flowers with his senses, and confirmed again and again that there was nothing wrong.

Just now when he fought against that curse spirit, he tried to escape several times by using the forest to hide his breath, and there are also small tricks that can reduce the fighting spirit.

Tsujino Ruzuru despises him strategically, but actually has a lot of tactics in mind to guard against him.

"It's done."

After clapping their hands, Tsujino Rutsuru said refreshedly.

"Miss Tsujino has exorcised the super curse spirit?!"

A mechanical voice with an electronic sound came from the circular badge Yukokichi gave.

The teenager who had been paying attention to the battle situation here heard a relatively stable human voice after fighting for a few minutes.

It wasn't until he heard Tsujino Rutsuru's voice that Kokichi and Yushiro, who stayed in the room awkwardly and refused to leave, heaved a sigh of relief.

After figuring out what she said, Xingji couldn't hide his surprise.

Unlike Yushiro, who took it for granted, Yuxingkichi didn't have a particularly clear idea of ​​how strong the emerging special-level magician Tsujino Rutsuru was.

"It's only less than 10 minutes..."

Yu Xingkichi glanced at the timer on the badge, and said dully.

Yushiro, who poured the soothing potion into the pool of potion lying beside him, raised his eyebrows and said to the round badge, "Are you stronger again?"

Tsujino Rutsuru didn't answer his question directly, stroked his hair, and sent a message to the assistant supervisor of the magic world and Gojo Satoru, while walking towards Lovecraft in the distance.

"Since I returned to modern times, I have experienced many things."

Therefore, becoming stronger is inevitable.

Yushiro muttered: "It's better to be stronger, it's not easy to die. If you die, no one will write a book for... Don't forget to write the manuscript!"

He cared about her awkwardly, and finally he urged the manuscript ferociously.

Knowing that he has no bad intentions, Tsujino Rutsuru said with a smile: "I will never forget, didn't I give you the outline? See if there is anything you can't write, and I will delete it."

If her editor Masao Oshima heard this, his eyes would pop out.

When they euphemistically asked whether to change the ending of "Da Zheng Wei Wen Lu", she was not so easy to talk about.

Speaking of Miss Zhushi's book, Yushiro said sullenly: "I'm not proficient in words, so I don't know how to make suggestions."

After pondering, Tsujino Ruzuru thought of a compromise: "Why don't I write the first draft and show it to you?"

What Yushiro wanted was a novel commemorating Miss Zhushi, and he gave Tsujino Rutsuru a lot of information for reference, and he also wanted a long posthumous posthumous poem.

Those reference materials must not be used in full. In order to better shape this character, Tsujino Rutsuru must carefully choose the event narrative.

On the other hand, what I wrote for Miss Zhu Shi is not an autobiographical novel—she has lived for more than 400 years, and she has seen, heard, and experienced more things than people can imagine.

So before starting to write, Tsujino Rutsuru had to ask Yushiro a question: How much of his impression and insistence on Ms. Tsuyoshi will take up in this novel?

In other words, what are the limitations of her creation this time?

"I've read "Da Zheng Yi Wen Lu" many times, but I can't feel the emotions in your writing, because those people are not Miss Zhu Shi."

"Of course, neither my paintings nor your words can fully describe Miss Zhu Shi's beauty, so..." It is enough for me to see her shadow in the words.

"……I understand."

After that, she had to study Miss Zhushi painted by Yushiro, and compare her impression of Zhushi with each other, so as to get more inspiration.

"Yushiro, the last question, do you have any requirements for your role?"

"It is enough that the protagonist is Miss Zhu Shi."

After putting down these words indifferently, he hung up the phone over there.

Tsujino Tsuru sat on the trunk of the fallen tree, resting his chin on the sky outside the 'tent'.

She doesn't doubt that the relationship between herself and Chuya is love, but she can't fully understand Yushiro's feelings for Miss Zhushi because of love.

The long-lasting unrequited love, the sweetheart who will never come back, the love that cannot be answered, even after nearly a hundred years, Yushiro remains unmoved, and his attachment to Miss Zhushi has not changed in the slightest.

People's memories will gradually blur with the passage of time, but Yushiro's Miss Zhushi is always clear and beautiful.

In terms of emotion and reason, Tsujino Rutsuru will not wait for this "draft request".

But? Yokohama has been busy recently, and she doesn't have the continuous time for her to think quietly to write, which is a bit of a headache.

I don't know if it would be useful to beat up the leader of the Guild combination that caused trouble?

Alas, so she doesn't like to get involved in Yokohama's affairs, it's too complicated.

Although the law of the jungle is prey to the strong in the world of conjuration, Tsujino Tsururu thinks it is not difficult to deal with - like the brain flower before? Plan follow-up.

There are few conjurers and spell spirits, and they rely heavily on combat power to make troubles. Whichever side has insufficient combat power, the troublemakers will not be successful.

Under this kind of inertia, killing the enemy will give one's own advantage.

How simple.

But the ecology of Yokohama is different from that of the magic world.

What happened in Yokohama often involves tens of thousands of people. Individual power is useful, but it is also limited, because those things happen? In a wider society, the relationship is complicated. A small range will involve civil supernatural organizations, and a larger one will involve the government. Department, which was previously related to international disputes.

Difficult?

For example, the leader of the Guild who invited her to meet.

A big capitalist in a foreign country, with a short family history, can't hold him back. He is rich, intelligent, and capable. He belongs to a person with considerable influence in both the outer world and the inner world.

Tsujino Ruzuru thought for a while, part of her strength was exposed, and Mingmian's position was more inclined to the Armed Detective Agency.

The leader of the Guild is probably looking for information on her, but he can't find anything in a short time, because Tsujino Rutsuru's information is blocked and kept secret, and a big foreign businessman can't easily find out.

So he offered to meet with her in person, trying to find out more information on his own.

Tsujino Rutsuru clasped his hands, lost in thought.

strange feeling.

When Tsujino Ruzuru was about to refuse, she suddenly felt a move in her heart.

She never underestimated her intuition - honed on the ever-changing battlefield?.

"can."

Fitzgerald obviously didn't know how to write the word polite? He said that since John Steinbeck was cultivating in her home, he might as well meet at her mansion, and he would take away his incompetent subordinates by the way.

Getting a little annoyed by his aggressive character, Tsujino Rutsuru said with a dark face, "We can't leave until he pays off the medical bills."

To her surprise, Fitzgerald snapped his fingers, "I'll pay, you tell me the amount."

"John is seriously injured. According to Lovecraft, you used a magical drug to hang him. Can you bring people back to life from a near-death state? Is $100 million enough for a dead drug?"

He choked Tsujino Zuzuru at the price of expensive medical care in the United States.

She just said it casually, wanting to stab the conceited blond man with words, thinking that this kind of deliberate asking for a price would make him lose face.

Although many upstarts are rich, they are harsh on their opponents, let alone pay for the injuries of their employees.

As far as she knew, her biological father had a cold and unwilling attitude towards the seriously injured subordinates.

...I didn't expect that the Guild leader who is like a bully is more humane than the Hong Kong/Black leader in this regard.

"That's fine." Tsujino Rutsuru secretly compared someone with the blond man in front of him, got up angrily and kicked the tree trunk, "I'll meet up and have a good talk today after I finish dealing with the matter here."

"You don't have to be afraid that I will set a trap at home," Tsujino Rutsuru added expressionlessly, "You, I mean, all members of the Guild, including you, have scum in combat effectiveness."

Targeted Guild members: Rage UP

"Okay, hang up."

An hour and a half later, Tsujino Ruzuru walked into the house and was surprised to find two groups of people sitting on the sofa in the living room.

One group is headed by the blond leader of the Guild, and the other is a girl with straight purple hair, two small braids on both sides of her temples, and red glasses.

"Setsuna-kun?!"

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