We are HE fighters

one year later.

As time passed, the "Shibuya Incident" that shocked the whole world gradually came to an end.Human memory is a wonderful thing, some things will be remembered forever, and some things will gradually fade away with the development of the situation.

The initial panic and turmoil have subsided, and no one could have imagined that this matter would end in such a smooth manner, as if controlled by an invisible hand, it developed rapidly and orderly to what people know today. See this step.

Maybe you don't have a deep experience in other places, but if you go to the streets of Tokyo, people will find that the alien race of "spell spirits" or "yokai" has been well integrated into the lives of local residents.

A creature resembling a giant whale slowly wanders in the sea of ​​sky, inhaling the negative emotions that people have produced this day.

Like a goat, but with wings on its back and three eyes on its head, it wanders leisurely in the residential area. Whenever someone opens the window to say hello, it will fly up to the window with a whistling whistling, making people jump from the frame on the back. Pick out the takeaway by yourself, and finally put the money into its mouth, and it flew away while chewing and swallowing it.

The school bus that takes the children to and from school has turned into a more intelligent and stable cat bus. This scene is like a movie coming into reality. The fat raccoon cat travels around every corner of Tokyo on the wind. No one knows how it remembers. Live at each child's address.

I don't know who it is, looking at the cat bus flying in the sky accompanied by the laughter and laughter of the children, and sighed: "It's incredible."

Standing beside him, wearing a pure black uniform, the pink-haired boy held a small notebook in his hand, and casually echoed: "Yeah, it's unbelievable."

After finishing speaking, he tore off the ticket written in his hand, stuck it on the big monster who was stopped due to speeding in the urban area, and said: "Remember to pay the fine by yourself, you are the third I was intercepted the first time, and I will go to the Curse Department to do voluntary labor again."

There is a majestic daimyo, and it has its own shrine, but people who are familiar with it call it the cat teacher. The three-flowered cat has a bitter face: "Oh, the car is not as fast as I can drive, and I am always not used to it... ..."

Stopped his knotweed and smiled: "Then you still pestered Natsume to buy you a car back then."

Teacher Cat's short and fat paws slapped viciously on the specially customized steering wheel: "If I don't buy a car, won't my driver's license test be for nothing?!"

Knotweed complained inwardly, the driver's license test for monsters doesn't require you to drive on the road by yourself... The main reason is to let the monsters who fly into the sky and escape from the ground familiarize themselves with the traffic rules of human beings, so as to avoid collisions with vehicles.Who knew that this big monster was so serious that he even took the driver's license test on both sides. In order to customize this car that can also be driven by a cat, Natsume spent half a year's salary in it.

Don't underestimate the conjurers, it should be called the salary level of the staff of the Conjuration Department now!That is the average annual salary that can pay a down payment for a small house in the center of Tokyo, where land is very expensive, and it is more popular than pilots.

It's just that the threshold of the Department of Magic is much higher than that of the airlines. People without talent can't enter this professional circle, and can only watch those professionals in black skillfully catch the roadside. The monster, earnestly taught: "Remember to pay the fine."

Teacher Cat lay on the steering wheel and pretended to cry in dismay: "Damn it! I thought you wouldn't be patrolling today."

Hu Zhang couldn't laugh or cry: "Why do you think so!"

The 'fine' of the monsters is not in human currency, but the crystallization of monster power that is specially circulated between monsters and conjurers, that is, small crystals that are purified and condensed from negative emotions.This thing is something that every monster is born to make, but the quantity is very rare, and only a little bit can be extracted from a large amount of negative emotions. It is a very rare snack, so every time the monster is punished with a small pile They all showed extremely heartbroken expressions.

After issuing a ticket to an acquaintance, the stern-faced Knotweed staff stepped on his special confession from the Spirit Department, and the balance car powered by the magic power flew away from the empty road.

His inspection mission today has not been completed.

Halfway through the flight, the sound transmission monster '呍' hiding in his hood suddenly showed its head, and made a very familiar sound of Polygonum cuspidatum from its mouth.

"Hey, Knotweed, where are you?"

Hu Zhang froze for a moment, then quickly found a roadside and landed, lest the law enforcement officers try their best.

It was Nagasaki Wild Rose. She was sent to Hokkaido for a field trip during this time, and she was originally scheduled to come back tomorrow, so Knotabagi showed a puzzled look: "Huh, Nagasaki? I'm on patrol, what's wrong?"

Xie swallowed his words in one gulp, and after passing them to the other side, Wild Rose's response came back quickly.

"Huh? Why are you still outside, kid? I rushed back here... Didn't you receive the news??"

information?what news?Knotweed didn’t understand, so he asked directly, but was yelled at by Ye Qiangwei through the microphone: “Idiot! It’s a message from Teacher Wutiao! There are new students entering school today! Everyone is back, only you are missing!”

The knotweed became unsteady and almost fell off the balance bike.

"What did you say?!"

Why doesn't he know about such a big thing!

In a daze, he seemed to understand why Teacher Mao said such a sentence.

'I thought you wouldn't be on tour today...'

Shouldn't it be patrolling? !No wonder he didn't see any other colleagues on the road today!

Now that I can't care about investigating the root of the problem, Knotweed hurriedly stepped on the speeding line all the way back to the high school, oh no, it's now called the Curse Department.

The name has changed, but the appearance inside has not changed much. A large number of idle buildings have been picked and sorted by various departments. The teaching building that originally belonged to the college has not changed much.

Knotweed jumped off the balance bike and found the classroom that Wild Qiangwei mentioned with ease. When he opened the door, he found a good guy. It was really lively.

The first and second graders gathered together, sitting in their seats and chatting in twos and threes. Seeing him coming in, everyone looked up at him in unison.

Under everyone's gaze, a drop of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the knotweed stick: "Well... I'm not late, am I..."

Wild Rose was the first to yell, "You idiot!"

Junpei pulled away the chair in front of him, "Yourhito is the only one left."

Knotweed walked over quickly, greeted the seniors and seniors with embarrassing expressions along the way, sat down with a bitter face after a round of teasing, and complained to the peers in a low voice: "Why didn't I receive the news?!"

On Natsume's desk was a gloating cat teacher: "Who knows?"

Let you fine me!deserve it!

Natsume helplessly covered his mouth: "Mr. Kitty, please stop saying a few words..."

"I said," Fu Heihui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly frowned, "Could it be that Su Nuo did something?"

Speaking of this uncle who suddenly obtained his own body after the Shibuya Incident, and signed another contract with Knotweed, and now lives next door to Knotweed's dormitory, Knotweed's expression suddenly became very strange.

He suddenly remembered that the guy Su Nuo seemed to have moved his cell phone last night, calling it curiosity, but now that he thinks about it... how could that old and cunning guy do things that don't make sense? He clearly planned it in advance to plot against himself !

But why?

Before the knotweed could clear his mind, the door of the classroom was suddenly pulled open, Gojo Satoru walked in with arrogant steps as usual, and put on an exaggerated pose: "Hi, everyone!"

He was laughing and joking, but the students sitting below stood up neatly and said hello to him without being contemptuous.

Gojo Satoru casually pressed his hand to signal them to sit down, not at all aware of the dominance of uniting various forces this year and suppressing the aristocratic families to the point where they could no longer stand up.

His left arm was wrapped in a bandage that hadn't been removed since the night of the Shibuya incident.No one knew what it looked like under the bandages, and everyone had gotten used to it for a year, and no one asked any more, and he wouldn't answer if asked.

"Hmm!" Gojo Gojo cleared his throat pretentiously, "Well, everyone knows why I came here today..."

Knotweed held the ground very much and raised his hand.

Gojo Satoru immediately pointed to it: "Okay! Youruhito-san!"

"There are juniors entering school today!"

"correct answer!!"

Quite a few people rolled their eyes at the bottom, like a pair of idiot masters and apprentices, the more they looked at it, the more outrageous they became.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru still has the majesty. Those few people just complained secretly, and didn't directly expose the truth that the knotweed was not aware of such a thing 10 minutes ago.

Wujo Satoru was cheered by someone, and he was in a good mood, smiling and making a welcoming gesture towards the door: "Then please come in!"

Immediately, everyone sitting below turned their attention to the door, either engrossed, indifferent, or those who pretended to be indifferent when they were clearly concentrating... In short, there were all types.

'Da', 'da', 'da', the crisp clogs sounded, adding a bit of solemnity for no reason, making the atmosphere in the classroom much more serious.

The first thing that catches the eye is a gorgeous and solemn black patterned feather hakama. For some reason, this dress gives the knotweed a sense of déjà vu.

Follow the clothes upwards, and everyone can see the fresh appearance.

It was a young girl with a delicate face, her hair was tied up high behind her head.

The haori hakama is for men, but it doesn't look awkward when worn on a girl's body, but it has a heroic beauty.

There was a formality in her every movement, a well-bred appearance, a well-bred manner.

The girl in the black-patterned hakama walked steadily to Gojo Satoru step by step, and stood facing the crowd, her black eyelashes drooping like a small fan.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Let me introduce myself."

Only then did the girl raise her eyes, and looked at the 'seniors' sitting in the classroom one by one. A few of them were obviously a little restless when she saw them, but even they themselves didn't know the reason.

There is just an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they knew her a long time ago.

She covered her mouth with her sleeve, and gently opened her lips: "Zoji Kikara, please give me your advice."

After she finished speaking, she bowed slightly and saluted, but no one could respond and said a 'welcome' in cooperation.

The girl briefly introduced herself and did not deliberately write her name in Chinese characters on the blackboard.

But everyone naturally thought of the same way of writing, and they didn't even realize how abrupt this naturalness was in this situation.

"..." Seeing this, Saji Kikara showed a small smile, and at the same time quietly clenched Haori Hakama's sleeves.

The situation is better than she imagined, and it seems that the next thing will go smoothly.

Gojo Satoru kept looking at her, seeing that she lowered her head after saying 'please advise', she suddenly felt a little headache.

Ever since he picked up this girl in the hinterland of the high school a year ago, she has always been this taciturn.She was obviously a very suspicious person, but he chose to accept her because of a branded spell that suddenly appeared on his left arm.

Although I don't remember when it happened, Wujo Satoru felt that the thing on his left arm was left by himself...

There is only one sentence on it:

'Trust her. '

... So Gojo Satoru obeyed his intuition and kept this girl of unknown origin behind the outside world. Only a few people knew of her existence.

Ye Mozhengdao, Xia Youjie, Jiarui Nizi, and Yi Dizhi who takes care of her daily needs.

Even the students he trusted so much were kept from him, so it is conceivable that this girl's background is improper.Even Xia Youjie felt that his best friend's decision this time was too outrageous at the beginning, but when he saw Qihualuo with his own eyes, he somehow rebelled and began to speak for Gojo Satoru.

At that time, Xia Youjie sat on the ground with Wutiao Wu, facing the sharp eyes of Noctua Moth, "I...I am also willing to vouch for her."

Night Moth Zhengdao asked deeply: "Give me a reason."

Xia Youjie was dumbfounded.

He couldn't say that he felt that the child was kind and trustworthy as soon as he met him... Isn't this exactly what Gojo Satoru himself had just laughed at not long ago!

In the end, Jiarui Nizi, who was silent at the side, spoke up.

She gently supported her temple, her gaze was complicated: "Although I can't find any abnormalities, I still feel that... our memories have been altered."

"And this girl may be an important clue to unlock the truth."

Night Moth Zhengdao frowned.

Gojo Satoru mentioned this statement just now, but now that Nitzi said it, the rationality has obviously improved a lot.Among these three proud students, the only one who can gain the trust of Noctua Moth Zhengdao is Niazi.

He looked cold and serious: "well, keep her."

Gojo Satoru raised his head in disbelief, clamoring, 'Why do you believe her and not me? ! ', but nobody paid attention to him.

This girl who called herself Zuoji Qihualuo was arranged into a barrier in the back mountain of the college. This barrier, like her, suddenly appeared in the college. No one knew their origin and purpose.

The two kinds of mysteries came together and formed a pile, and Qihualuo settled down in the back mountain.

Not long ago, she took the initiative to contact Gojo Satoru, and explained to him the sudden changes in her body...

"...Uh, in fact, besides Kikara, we have another classmate who enrolled with her, but it is claimed that it is Kikara's contract monster, similar to Takashi and the cat and pig monster."

'Maozhu' angrily clapped the case: "It's a fox! It's not a cat! It's not a pig!!"

Gojo Satoru acted as if he hadn't heard it, and continued lightly, "Then let Qihualuo introduce himself..."

He looked down at Qihualuo, and got a 'reassuring' look.

Qi Hualuo took the initiative to take a step forward, looked expectantly at everyone present, and said in a tone of 'can't wait' that only she could perceive: "This is... my brother."

A blurry shadow suddenly appeared from behind her. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she assumed a guarding posture as a whole, silently embracing Qihualuo from behind.

Silent.

Everyone was unconsciously attracted by that vague shadow, including Gojo Satoru who had seen 'him' once.

They don't know why they are doing this, but their subconscious is desperately telling them: don't look away...don't lose him again.

Who is 'he'? !

I don't know if it's an illusion, but under everyone's gaze, the shadow seems to gradually become solid. 'He' began to gradually reveal some details: a thin body, a pale face, and a dark and heavy cloak...

Yigu Youtai was the first to stand up in a gaffe, staring at the shadow behind Qihualuo, feeling a dull pain in his head.

"Who... who are you?"

Sensing the turbulent emotions of everyone, Qihualuo's eyes became brighter and brighter, she began to be unable to restrain her expectations, and tried hard to guide everyone to say that name by herself.

Only in this way will the seeds get the most needed nutrients and re-root and germinate.

"Recall...he has always been in your soul and never left."

"Forgetting doesn't mean non-existence."

She murmured like a witch, trying to bring out the dusty memory.

She looked at everyone expectantly—Otoko Yuta, Knotabagi Yuhito, Natsume Takashi, Yoshino Junpei... Thinking about it, try hard to remember!

Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie, and Jiarui Niuzi's cognition has already made this vague shadow appear, so what if there are more similar observations?Will that person come back?

Qihualuo looked at them nervously and expectantly, but ignored Gojo Satoru behind him.

His arm under the bandage was faintly hot.

In fact, it's not just the words he carved, there are layers of scars on his arms that can't be erased, as if he was involved in some terrible turbulence and cut.

At this time, those scars are constantly showing his sense of existence, as if reminding Gojo Satoru, some important things he has forgotten...

Gojo Satoru's fingers opened and tightened unnaturally, as if trying to grab something.

By the way, settle the accounts... He seems to have told someone that he will definitely settle the accounts between them.

who is it?

Yi Gu Youtai was also staring at the phantom at this moment, but it wasn't his arm that ached, but his neck.

'Will you trust me? '

'I believe you. '

'Is it necessary to do this? '

'In order for him to live, I must first kill him once. '

...Who was it that whispered these words in his ear?

However, Natsume Takashi and Yoshino Junpei's thoughts overlapped strangely. Looking at that shadow, they seemed to be able to feel the collapse of the sky.A certain crazy voice laughed loudly beside my ear: Wuwei Transformation!

However, what came next was not the strange mantra, but a warm force that dispelled the cold and fear.It seems that someone once held their hand and said softly, "Wake up...you are safe."

Who is that? !

Because the 'price' was incomplete, people's memories were not sealed firmly, and strands of memories came out from under the seal, persistently entangled on Xu Ying's body.

who are you!

……

Vaguely, the knotweed seemed to feel warmth, and he couldn't tell whether it was the temperature in the womb, or the sunlight that poured into the tea room one afternoon.

He heard a sound from the frightened deer in the courtyard.

... He looked at that person again through an invisible barrier, and a smile gradually appeared in those familiar eyes, and then gradually infected the whole face.

He called out the name logically.

This is their third 'first encounter'.

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