When Dazai came to the magic place

In the early morning of the next day, Xia Youjie got up from the dormitory bed and held his head, his head was throbbing and hurting after a hangover.

"Jie, wake up and come out!"

The familiar cry of his best friend came from the living room, Xia Youjie had no choice but to give up the plan to wash up, took out a hair tie from the drawer of the bedside table, put it in his mouth, and skillfully grabbed his hair with the other hand and coiled it up.He went out and said hello: "Wu, you didn't go back to the dormitory."

By the way, how did he come back yesterday?

No memory at all.

Thanks to the dormitory assigned by Gaozhuan, the living room was big enough for three people to squat, sit or lie down, and snacks, magazines, and game consoles were thrown everywhere. Xia Youjie just stepped out of the room, and all five eyes looked at him.

Suddenly there was an urge to turn around and run.

"……What's wrong?"

I touched my face, there was nothing strange, could it be because I haven't washed my face yet.

"Jie," Gojo Satoru's eyes were heavy, and his tone was also heavy. It was the first time he saw that expression of condemnation and blame, "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

Xia Youjie frowned, thinking about it seriously.

"I remember I summoned the curse spirit, Dazai wanted to grab the wine glass, and gave my curse spirit to..." It was gone.

After the words ended here, Xia Youjie's complexion changed slightly.

Suddenly reacted.

The level one that he managed to tame won't disappear, right?

According to the vague memories in his mind, Xia Youjie summoned the curse spirit from last night, and the cold breath spread, as if he had survival instincts, and immediately moved away from Dazai Zhi the first second he came out.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing major other than a little weakness.

"What did I do yesterday?" Xia Youjie asked casually to solve a big problem, took a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth to chew, unwilling to use his brain to think anymore.

Dazai stared at him with a look of "I misread you", and said sadly: "You almost blew up the bar, the school punished us to shut ourselves up and think about our mistakes, and don't step out of the room for three days."

Nitro interjected: "There are still [-] words of self-criticism."

Before coming to the college, Xia Youjie had always been a good boy in the eyes of his parents and neighbors.Although I can drink, this is the first time I am drunk and the first time I am unconscious.

He was worried and didn't care about being punished. After all, it was only a few lines, and he could finish writing sooner or later. He couldn't help but ask with self-blame and worry, "Are ordinary people okay?"

If I knew it, I would have ordered a drink.

Xia Youjie thinks that the owner and customers in Lupin Bar are very nice, and he can go there often in the future, and he doesn't want them to suffer unwarranted disasters, especially because of his own reasons.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes: "How is it possible, then we are curse masters now."

Jia Ruozi also said: "Fortunately, there is Dazai, so I dropped a few cups. Others can't see the curse spirit, and don't know what happened. Everything is as usual."

"Otherwise, if you fight Wutiao, the whole street will be destroyed."

"That's fine." Xia Youjie breathed a sigh of relief, and his body began to sweat because of his ups and downs. He scratched at the clothes he wore yesterday, wrinkled and smelled of alcohol, and frowned, "I'll take a shower first. , you can do whatever you want."

When the others left, Wujo Wujo and Jiarui Glass looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Are you okay?"

She felt a little out of place, after all, they got into trouble together and were scolded at the same time, there was nothing serious yesterday, but Xia Youjie fell asleep and didn't know the truth.

"...We push all the inspections on him, will Xia You really not find out?"

In fact, Xia Youjie snatched the wine back yesterday, his consciousness was fuzzy, but he was still thinking about Dazai not being allowed to touch alcohol. choke.

——He actually felt that he drank it all, and Dazai was helpless.

Well, solve the problem from the root.

Wutiaowu shrugged his shoulders, a dead fellow Taoist would never die a poor daoist.

"No way, who let the auxiliary supervisor who lost the car just pass by, and told Mr. Ye Moth that we were caught, and each of us had a [-]-word self-criticism."

The broken cups were accidentally dropped by Xia Youjie lying on the table when he was unconscious. The boss didn't care, just waved his hand with a smile and wiped it away.

They can't go out for three days because the new students are coming.

Teacher Ye Mo knew that his hard work was fruitless, so he wanted to struggle again, hoping to create the illusion of a few positive seniors who love the campus.

But the self-confidence of the five enlightenment fans.

——Even if he is not on campus, he is still the most reliable senior!

Dazai is also confident, and will definitely be admired and welcomed by others, with a brisk tone: "If there is a new student coming, then there will be an errand guy who will buy me bandages, crabs, and rope."

I don't see the tools of the port mafia for a while, and I still miss it.

Nitro silently raised his middle finger.

"Two scumbags."

However, forget about the first two, what the hell is that rope at the end?

Because there were people in the room, Xia Youjie came out after a short shower, his hair was wet on his shoulders, he found a stack of manuscript paper and pens from the drawer, and asked casually, "How many words do you all have?"

Wujo Gojo just wanted to say that I don't need to write, Dazai interrupted first: "Two thousand." They are all accomplices, and it is not easy to reveal a word.

"Four cards per person is almost enough." Xia Youjie reckoned that he had written a lot of self-criticisms. He has rich experience and is not afraid at all, as long as the innocent people involved are fine, "When are you going to write it?"

Dazai raised his hand, showing an innocent expression: "I'll get my clothes later."

Wujo Wu looked left and right, the only girl in the class had already got up and left, probably because of his conscience for fear of revealing his secrets, he said confidently, "I want to sleep."

Xia Youjie didn't want to write anymore.

Anyway, there are still three days, no rush.

He asked, "Then shall I accompany you to pick up the clothes?"

Dazai nodded indifferently.

……

Again, the campus of the High School of Conjuration is huge.

No more than five people are recruited each year, and the area covered is as large as several football fields. It is enough for Dazai to hang himself here, and people on the other side can't find it with binoculars.

"I remember you stuffed the windbreaker, right?"

Noctua Zhengdao's office is not far away. He opened the drawer at the bottom and took out several sets of new clothes. The class teacher who looked like Uncle Hei/Dao told trivial things in a calm voice: "Because the style is not suitable for fighting, I changed it a little. You can try."

Dazai put on a new coat.

... Clothes have a special meaning to him, but the boy didn't say anything. He threw away the black overcoat with a careless attitude, as if it was just a piece of light waste paper.

It was also because of his random actions that Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't take it seriously, and Xia Youjie, who knew some truths, was entangled. He suddenly found that he couldn't see through Dazai's true thoughts at all, and he never understood him.

This dress was given by his teacher.

Is it okay to throw it away?

Dazai lowered his head, the corner of his eyes did not fall on half of the clothes, he discarded them neatly, he fastened the copper buttons one by one, his white fingers were thin and flexible, and the bandages did not affect his movements at all.

--and many more.

Xia Youjie reacted abruptly.

Is it too quiet?

Usually, when he came to the office, he would have already fought with Teacher Ye Mo. Even if he hadn't, he wouldn't stand here obediently like a fool, watching a man change his clothes.

But that's definitely not his problem.

Xia Youjie thought again.

Teacher Noctua didn't say anything either.

When the black-haired and kite-eyed boy is quiet, he always gives people a tearing trance, as if the other party is like this in the first place—depressed and dead, like a ghost watching the world with cold eyes.

It seems to withdraw at any time, away from the noisy and noisy world.

He could hardly remember the nagging and frivolous Dazai yesterday, he was obviously alone.

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It's not an ordinary windbreaker style, but it looks like a high school uniform has been changed into a slim fit, Dazai thought about it.With two minds, he pulled the excess fabric from the neckline to the left, and raised his hand to fasten the last scroll button.

Subconsciously raised his head and smiled.

"How is it? I think it looks pretty good~"

The elongated slim-fit jacket, which hangs down to the knees, is close to the boy's waist and outlines the outline of the shadow. His voice breaks the illusion of erratic, making people suddenly wake up from the silence.

"…good."

Ye Mo Zhengdao clenched his fist and coughed, Xia Youjie suspected that he was trying to relieve the embarrassment of being stunned, although the real reason was completely different from appreciation, it was more like vigilance, "Jie, you go out first, I have something to talk to Dazai alone .”

"Is it a test of mana?"

Noctua was silent for a while, as if deciding whether to tell him: "...No. There are other reasons besides this."

Xia Youjie went out full of doubts and closed the door.

With a smile on his face, Dazai looked at the class teacher who was as tall as his former subordinates. He knew what the next topic would be. Disqualification in the world is rare in the world—even in a different place—everyone is mortal in front of it.

"Your technique...is very special." Ye Mo Zhengdao ran out of vocabulary, and explained what he wanted to say with examples: "The existence of enlightenment has broken the balance, but your ability can make the son of God whom the Yusanjia has been looking forward to for hundreds of years into. A mortal."

This is frightening and frightening.

The magic power can be erased by touching it, so can it be activated without touching it?

Think even a little deeper.

Spells can continue to develop and grow, and Osamu Dazai is so smart, can he research more abilities similar to domains, extend this time indefinitely, and finally become permanent?

"Dazai."

Night Moth Zhengdao suddenly made an account, swallowed the voice of the conversation, and straightened his face, "I hope you understand that if you really lose your spell power, even a curse master who is greedy for life and afraid of death has a high chance of choosing to commit suicide."

No magic power, no magician.

Rather die.

"You are the walking sky and the curse."

This is not just a matter of high-level families.

Conjurers are arrogant and disdain to be with ordinary people. If Dazai turns them into ordinary people, it will be far more unbearable than torture.

Dazai sneered, and sighed inexplicably: "Ah, it's really a twisted place."

Mantra is everything, and art is life.

The night moth fell silent, and normal-thinking people find it unbearable, but this is a concept that has been passed down from thousands of years ago. There is no way to start, it cannot be changed, and it is so deeply rooted that it makes people feel desperate.

but.

He only said a few words... Dazai understood too quickly, didn't he?

Shouldn't normal children think that they have special abilities, be proud or carefully conceal them? Why did they jump into the darkness of the magic world so quickly?

He didn't want students to be exposed to bad things too early, so he said vaguely: "Speaking of which, how is your physical skill?"

Dazai has doubts in his heart, Ye Mo Zhengdao is not a stubborn and old-fashioned person... Even the so-called facing the wall for three days and welcoming the new students may be to protect him from being exposed to the unknown auxiliary supervision of friends and enemies. Excuse.Only those three naive students would trust.

Why do you still refuse to mention it even after paying the bill?

Unless there is a deeper shady scene, and this incident is also the main reason why the conjurer's extreme ideas have not been washed away by time and have survived to modern times.

The young cadre thought a lot, and answered faster, so that people can't see the dual-use thing, "I'm a brain power~"

This is denial.

"Then what about the weapons you are good at?" Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned in embarrassment, and said to himself: "During this time, I really need Wu Hejie to help you train."

Dazai shouted loudly: "No!"

"Absolutely! Yes! No! Yes!"

"I'd rather be killed by the curse spirit than train!" The young man resisted extremely, crossed his hands across his chest, and calmly led the topic: "I want a long-range weapon, and I can run, anyway. Isn't it the other students?"

As expected, Noctua Zhengdao was lured away.

"There are very few long-range magic tools, which can almost eliminate 80.00% of the market... You don't want to train, the whip is too difficult to control, and the bow and arrow are troublesome."

He had a headache and thought about it. The only thing that can shoot and run is a modern hot weapon. "How about a pistol/gun?"

Dazai made a final decision: "Yes."

What the psychoanalyst wants is never put into words.