Can a psychic become a conjurer?

"I'm going."

"Don't go."

"I'm going."

In the principal's office of the High School of Conjuration, an incident similar to "the kindergarten teacher earnestly persuaded the three-year-old child with tooth decay not to eat candy" happened.

Noctua Masamichi's dark glasses reflect serious light, trying to reason with Gojo Satoru: "Yokohama is now covered in a thick fog of 'Collector', and all holders of special abilities are forbidden to enter Yokohama. You should understand that your abilities How much damage can it do if it's stripped away to become self-aware and aggressive."

That's even more terrifying than Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's fog, an uncontrolled technique with no lower limit, which can hit from Yokohama to Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru: "I am a conjurer, and the collector is a supernatural power user. His supernatural power may not be useful to me, and the six eyes grow on me, can you still peel off my eyes?"

"Osamu Dazai is one of the main planners of this accident and is currently being wanted at the highest level."

"uh-huh."

Night Moth said rightly: "Get out, don't be an eyesore here."

Gojo Goma rolled to Yokohama, and stood on the border of the fog to watch.

"The inconceivable fog...it is indeed a bit more severe than the fog that rose in the high school in the morning, and the visibility is not high."

After speaking, he stepped in very confidently.

Then he looked at his hands in a daze, and felt something bad belatedly.

"Oh, it's really useful to me. I'm so old that the spell with no lower limit is missing."

The spell engraved in the body has lost its trace.

Osamu Dazai in Kosei is performing a scene of sisterly love with Fyodor and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "Well, these are collections that took me a long time to collect, and each one represents a kind of ability."

Osamu Dazai: "With all due respect, all the collections here are like low-quality gems."

Fyodor: "Your boyfriend's eyes are indeed a collection that makes the devil's heart beat."

Dazai: "I'm in love with you, tell me straight up, don't be gay with my boyfriend."

Fyodor: "..."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "..."

The plot fast-forwards to the overturned plastic sisterhood, and Dazai and Tosi steal Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's property behind their backs.

"Are you really planning to kill Gojo Satoru?" The kind Russian reminded Dazai kindly, "It will be difficult for him to survive if he attacks with no lower limit spell."

"Don't I look like someone who would kill someone I love?" The beauty standing in front of the gem turned her face and looked back with a smile. The long suit skirt and the long coat with down feathers made her look so elegant like a princess.

"He once mentioned a very interesting theory: Love is the most twisted curse in the world. Because of this, people who fall in love are the craziest."

Cursing someone sounds easier than loving someone.Let's try it out.

Take his life and your own.

Fyodor had an interesting association with this: "If the prince kisses Snow White, will he die of poison with the princess?"

Maybe the apple will fall out in the end, but the princess is soft-hearted~

"Who knows?" Dazai Osamu reached out to take the two supernatural gems in his hand, "I hope that the apple prepared by Shibusawa-kun for me is not poisonous, so that I can enjoy the beautiful scenery I want to see."

Apples are not poisonous, but Shibusawa stabbed her with poison.

Gojo Satoru found a roof, sat on the fence and stared blankly at Bai Mao, who was happily fighting dragons using the familiar no-lower-limit spell, and his heart was full of doubts.

How can this be so?

The promised hero saves the beauty, the prince defeats the dragon to rescue the princess, the princess is very grateful for the script, why isn't he the hero?

Why is his technique so thoughtful?

Can he beat his own spell?

Just like a princess spitting out a poisoned apple when a coffin stumbled, Osamu Dazai's jolt caused by someone catching him from his fall crushed the hidden antidote.

Not hearing someone's bluffing as expected, she slowly opened her eyes to look at the person holding her.

It's not like a person.

Although he has a figure and appearance similar to Gojo Satoru, his skin is a kind of transparent moon white, his silver hair is also shining, and the eyes that are wrapped in white cloth strips have no eye contours.

It is the embodiment of Gojo Satoru's technique.

She: "What a surprise."

Gojo Satoru: "Yes, I was surprised too."

He was about to complain, when he saw Dazai Osamu put his arms around his neck, leaning softly against him, and said emotionally, "Thank you."

The guy pursed his lips and smiled, looked at him provocatively with non-existent eyes, and then carried his girlfriend to the other side of the roof to sit and watch the show.

The fog hadn't cleared, and there was still fighting to go on, but it was none of their business.

Gojo Satoru squatted on the roof of the building at the other end, and said with a sullen face, "Come here to fight, what are you trying to do with my wife, are you rebelling?"

The spell refused to speak to him, and turned his girlfriend's face to look at him.

"Oh, what you guys are doing is really like I'm on two boats." Osamu Dazai rubbed his forehead in a funny way, and he didn't quite understand why the matter had developed to this point.

Generally speaking, the abilities used by the supernatural beings are like curses hidden in people's hearts. They will have the idea of ​​replacing their masters, or they will complain about their masters because they have been abused, so they will gain self-awareness. Then attack the host immediately.

She didn't think that the members of the detective agency's abilities would kill them, and based on this premise, she decided to invite Shibusawa Tatsuhiko before he was bewitched by Fyodor to come to Yokohama, and use this to take the lead machine.

But a situation where Wujo Satoru and his spells do not fight or communicate is really an unimaginable situation.

Gojo Satoru took out a lollipop from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked her: "Then tell me, do you like him or me?"

Dazai Osamu: "Your question is a bit like asking me, do I like your strength or your face, can I say I like both?"

He bit the candy hard and made a crunching sound: "No."

"I often don't want to admit that this person is my master because he is too naive."

The addition of a third voice startled both of them.

Dazai & Gojo Satoru: "Huh?! Why can you talk?"

Gojo Satoru's technique: "I just don't have eyes, not a mouth. You two are almost done, so what should you do? I'll let it go for a while."

The no-lower-limit technique is inherited along with blood. He has witnessed the glory of countless Wutiao clansmen, but this is the first time he has such free time.

It's fine to just sit and not fight.

Osamu Dazai: "I'll let it out for a while, too."

Everything has been arranged, and there is nothing wrong with her, she is still poisoned.

Gojo Satoru jumped off the fence, and then selected some unlucky cuties to beat him up.

He has lost the technique, but the mantra can be regenerated and used at any time.There are spells to protect Osamu Dazai, so he can go and help her find a companion.

However, no one needed him to save, and he was redundant wherever he stood.

After the incident was over, Osamu Dazai looked for Gojo Satoru everywhere, and finally found the autistic cat in the corner of Linhai.

She poked him: "what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru grabbed her hand at once, pulled her into his arms, pressed against her face and said in a muffled voice, "I feel like I'm superfluous."

Osamu Dazai: "No lower limit art is still great."

A heart attack.

Gojo Satoru stopped talking, and she ignored her good words, and when she wanted to turn her head to look at his expression, her head was held down.

It's fun to tease the cat for a while, and coax the cat to the crematorium.

"Okay, you see that you don't use any spells and you came here to save me. Doesn't that mean you like me very much?"

"Do I still need to prove that I like you? You are targeting me, thinking I don't know?"

"Well... how about agreeing to you on one condition as an apology?"

He let her go suspiciously, clasped her ten fingers, and confirmed with super seriousness: "Any conditions are acceptable?"

She nodded affirmatively: "Anything is fine."

"marry me."

"it is good."

I don't know who is playing tricks with whom, or it is a small game that the two of them know very well.

"A long time ago, in a beautiful country, the queen gave birth to a beautiful princess. She had long hair like seaweed, beautiful iris eyes and snow-white bandages. She was prophesied to be the most beautiful person in the world, so She was born with a curse called 'love'. The princess decided to die on a day suitable for eating crabs, so she instigated honesty to feed her poisoned apples."

Kusaku Yumeno looked at "Grimm's Fairy Tales" in Osamu Dazai's hands, and slowly put out a question mark.

"Do you think I can't read or do you think I won't catch you saying the word 'bandage'?"

Osamu Dazai covered his face with the book, only showing a pair of beautiful iris eyes and fingers pressing on the writing: "Oh, don't pay attention to these details. I came here to visit you specially during working hours, and I hope that through telling stories, you will be inspired by The brain that was damaged by excessive use of powers will heal."

Seeing the ring on her ring finger, Yumeno Hisaku couldn't help being curious: "Compared to this, I'm more curious about which bold and blind man married you."

Dazai: "Want to hear a story?"

Q: "Yes."

"The honest queen was turned into a dragon by the vicious king, and he was asked to kill the prince who came to rescue the princess. The prince took the best sword, went over the mountains and entered the dangerous forest, and then sat on the tower to watch With his sword he slew the dragon."

Yumeno Hisaku:?

"and then?"

Osamu Dazai: "Then the princess who was about to poison the prince fell in love with the prince's beauty, and the two were happily together."

"...It's a really touching story."

"Thank you for the compliment." Osamu Dazai stuffed the book into Yumeno Hisaku's hand, and ran away through the port mafia's spare door.

Because of too many absenteeism recently, being arrested by the detective agency and having to hide in the port mafia or something, it is too sad to say it.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru sent a message to Otoko Yuta.

[Teacher Wujo: Youta, Dazai said she is pregnant, I will accompany her to the hospital for a checkup, and help me complete my task today.

Classmate Yi Gu, a super tool man: Teacher, this is the third time you have said this sentence this month, can you change it a few times?I really suspect that you called me back just to give you a mission.

Teacher Wutiao: How come!How can you think of me so viciously, it hurts me too much!Oh, I'm angry.

Classmate Yi Gu, a super tool man: ...So what's going on? 】

Just when Otoko Yuta was thinking "Forgive the teacher if he confessed that he was going out on a date", Gojo Satoru sent a reply.

[Gojo Satoru: This time I'm pregnant. 】

He was so scared that he smashed his phone.

Gojo Satoru sneered at Osamu Dazai who was holding his mobile phone: "Don't say that, I don't care, but I will be so scared that Oto smashed the phone to the ground."

Dazai said kindly: "Maybe there is a supernatural person or a curse spirit that can make a man pregnant, do you want to look for it?"

"No, no, no."