The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

In the end, they walked into the cinema without holding hands.

Because the movie is about to start.

After seeing the introduction and trailer of the movie on the website, Maqima lowered her psychological expectations to a minimum and was ready to sit still for two hours.I don't know if Gojo Satoru chose it randomly or just based on personal preference. The movie is a very domineering and passionate action movie. The male protagonist finally defeated the devil after going through untold hardships, but also lost his relatives and friends due to various reasons.Generally speaking, it is a story of transformation and growth in regret.

If the expectations are set too low, the result will be a different experience when watching it.Although the protagonist makes people itch when he commits stupidity, but when he loses his most trusted friend and companion and cries in the rain, Maqima is still moved by the 3D stereo surround cries in the cinema and the depressing picture under the downpour shocked.

——Have movie theaters developed to this point now...

The seat under him is vibrating with the cry of the male protagonist. Is this to make the audience have a better sense of immersion in the scene?

The ability to see clearly in the dark was very useful, she glanced around, and like any ordinary movie theater, there were always people who weren't watching the movie.In the crowded auditorium, some were already snoring, and some were kissing their lovers passionately; probably not many audiences watched the film seriously, and the young man with silver-white hair was one of them.He rested his chin on one hand and rested his other on the handle of the seat.He looked very serious when he took off his sunglasses, his angular profile flickered in the changing light of the screen.

In the enclosed space, the conjurer next to him was within reach, and his scent filled his nostrils.If you look carefully, you can really feel the difference.Compared with the smell of demons and the sour fruit of ordinary people, the conjurer is more like mint after the rain, pungent and refreshing.Such a strong sense of presence, even if this piece of mint is thrown into the mountain-shaped fruit, Mazima can smell it in one breath.

The fingers on the handle of the seat are curled up.She lowered her eyelashes, and the man's bony fingers were only a centimeter away from hers.

"Why wasn't I the one who died?"

"Could it be that I have worked so hard all the way, so I can only keep losing?!"

In the background sound of the hero's painful monologue, Maqima stared at the hand wordlessly, and then turned her gaze to the screen after a while.Although she could feel the suspicious gaze of the other party, she didn't look at it again after that.

"It's really a good movie."

Walking out of the cinema, Gojo Satoru stretched his waist and sighed like this. "The hero grows up because of the sacrifice of his companions, and finally pays a heavy price to defeat the villain. The last scene is really amazing!"

"It can be seen that Wu Jun likes such passionate movies." Maqima said. "If the full score is 100 points, how much would Wu Jun score?"

"Hmm... 90 points. 10 points are deducted because the heroine is too loud and the director didn't position herself well." He put back his sunglasses. "Where's Miss Marchema?"

If this is an ordinary love game dating scene, which option should you choose at this point?

【A．Wu-jun and I have the same idea, let's watch a movie together next time. 】

【B．It’s not as beautiful as I imagined, it’s only about 70 points~]

【C．Forget about the plot of the movie.What?You know I was looking at you...? 】

It's a pity that they are just acquaintances who have their own ghosts, and this game does not belong to women of all ages.

"I'll score 50." Like a normal person, Mazima chose the non-existent D, and she threw the movie ticket into the trash can. "The atmosphere is a bit tear-jerking. Although the story is touching, the filming is a bit fake. The music may be the only bright spot."

"Huh? How could this happen!"

Gojo Satoru, who didn't hear the standard answer, was very dissatisfied, and even threw away the false honorifics. "Don't Maqima think that the hero who finally woke up is very powerful!"

Want to discuss movies?Macchima was fine. "I think the protagonist is very pitiful. He is pushed by everyone and forced to bear the guilt of his companion's sacrifice. If he doesn't want to bear this pressure, then it's fine if he refuses at the beginning."

"But his companion..."

"Sacrificed, indeed, the supporting actors are also very pitiful." Maqima walked down the steps of the cinema, "but it wasn't the protagonist who did it. Why did he blame himself for that? And the subsequent revenge didn't let more people Did you sacrifice? If you don’t take revenge, others can survive because of it, right?”

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, and it took a while to react. "You're the only person I've ever seen who commented on a movie like this... Even if you're upset and say you watched a bad movie, I can accept it!"

She doesn't say anything. "It can't be said that it's a bad movie. The director and actors worked very hard."

He didn't give up. "Really, aren't you moved by the plot at all?"

She can be aggrieved by her random theories, so it is too easy for male high school students to lose their composure. "If the protagonist runs away because of fear, it will be quite a contrast."

"...Actually, Maqima is not human at all, she is a demon without blood and tears, right? Right!"

Her heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained unchanged, and she continued to move forward under the pressure of the silver-white-haired conjurer muttering and complaining.The two stopped on the side of the road to take a break, and Mazima handed over the Coke that fell out of the vending machine. "are you angry?"

There was a pause as he pulled the tab of the Coke away, and the blue eyes behind the sunglasses immediately became sharp. "If I say I'm angry, you'll keep walking with me, right?"

Gojo Satoru put on a ferocious face, as if he planned to crush the Coke as soon as she shook her head.After all, she is a few years older than the older children in front of her, so Maqima still has to smooth her hair when it is time to smooth her hair. "I'm not interested in hot-blooded movies. I should have told you earlier. Don't take it to heart, Wu-jun."

she smiled. "Of course, I will accompany you next time. Do you plan to go somewhere?"

……

Gojo Satoru's temper comes and goes quickly.Although he was a little reconciled to not being able to choose a movie that suited the two people's appetites in the cinema, the place they came to soon made people excited.

"How did I forget this place, game hall!!"

Colorfully decorated storefronts are everywhere in Ikebukuro.However, there are not many stores that can cater to customers of all ages in one go.Office workers, young students, and even elderly grandpas are playing table hockey leisurely.There are not only arcade machines, but also photo sticker machines, claw machines, racing games, dancing machines and so on.

Maqima couldn't help sighing because there were crowded crowds everywhere. "so many people……"

As soon as he turned around, Gojo Satoru had sneaked into the racing game area without anyone noticing. He sat firmly on the motorcycle with his long legs, and the few middle school students lining up next to him were dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, let's compete in the game, Maqima!"

"Well, senior, we came first..."

Machima walked forward silently, pressed the corner of her skirt and sat on the motorcycle on the other side, while inserting exchange coins into the game console.Pulling down his sunglasses, Gojo Satoru looked at her expression. "It's too late to admit defeat now? Jie and I came to the game hall here when we had nothing to do. We had a great time."

"How could I admit defeat, Wu-jun."

Unexpectedly, the woman held the handrail of the racing car extremely skillfully. She showed a satisfied smile and paused every word. "The game has just begun."

It's been a while since I visited the game hall, and the players have almost forgotten what it's like to relax and play games.

Is it possible to admit defeat to Gojo Satoru?Don't even think about it, the 20% of her that is not in sync with Maqima is clamoring to crush this kid to the point of crying.

Of course, only within the scope of the game hall.

This is the [field] of the player.

What followed was a scene that shocked the surrounding customers for a whole year: a man and a woman who didn't know if they were lovers exchanged a large amount of game coins, and then played the entire game hall with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.The girl has straight and long hair and is as beautiful as a TV anchor, but she is extremely fierce when playing games; although the tall boy next to her is also very good at playing games, she gradually becomes unable to hold on.

"...come again!"

Next up is Dancing Machine, a game that's easy to dance around and step on.

But for Machima, even in a very inconvenient dress, the dance machine is no problem.

When the woman jumped out of the record-breaking number, Gojo Satoru, who was watching with his arms folded, had already changed from shock to numbness.He simply gave up the competition and laughed while admiring. "Machima, in fact, your side job is a professional gamer, right? Now you are completely, nothing like a demon hunter!"

"It's just dabbling in the game, not really dancing." After scoring the Ultimate Edition of KillThisLove to a height that ordinary people can't touch, Maqima took a tissue from her bag to wipe off the sweat on her forehead.Just now, after the dance machine came off, many eager onlookers were attracted.She glanced at it and frowned. "Let's change places."

After walking out of the game hall, they realized that the air was cool.It was dark and it was evening.There are even fewer pedestrians on the road.

The two of them spent the whole afternoon in Ikebukuro unknowingly.

"There's no one else on the road."

"...Well, let's all go home."

They paused for a moment, then walked side by side.The atmosphere was unbelievably peaceful for a moment.

This is probably the end, right?Gojo Satoru thought of the tit-for-tat confrontation all afternoon, and now getting along like friends, and heaved a sigh of relief. "you……"

"Since we met, you have been using the 'No Lower Limit Spell', right?" Mazima said suddenly. "I deliberately took candy to test whether I would find that Wu Jun, who was unsteady at the time, was really cute."

"That was the first time I fed candy to a girl." Gojo Satoru retorted subconsciously. "It's normal for unskilled hands to tremble!"

"I'm very flattered to be treated so caringly by Patriarch Wutiao," Machima said. "But this playful date should be over. As the older party, it is necessary to make some conclusions at the end."

The date is coming to an end, this is probably the only time they have co-tuned consciousness today, after that they won't have any chance to see each other again.

However, "This is not a joke." Gojo Satoru frowned. "I'm serious."

"I'm serious too, Wu-jun." Maqima stopped walking. "But the so-called dating is not as simple as watching a movie and visiting a game hall. You forget the most important thing."

"...the most important thing?"

"The temperature of hands, lips, and arms."

The golden circle eyes are smiling, staring at the pair of blue inorganic eyes.Probably because the atmosphere was too calm, Maqima approached the young man, she relaxed her shoulders, without any precautions, like a warm cloud floating close. "...No one will refuse these, they are all essential parts of dating. Wu Jun, did you do any of them today?"

"When the hands can't touch, the lips can't get close, and even the arms can't open and close to each other... the date is a failure. Between a man and a woman, no amount of fun can compare to skin-to-skin contact."

Machima stretched out her finger, and she raised her head to trace Gojo Satoru's jaw in the air.Unconsciously tense lines, this kid is probably gritting his teeth. "Any objections, Wu-jun?"

"……No."

"So, do you want to unravel the 'No Lower Limit Spell' now?" Mazima said. "For me, a person who is not your close friend, nor your classmate or teacher."

"..."

Mazima didn't back down, she withdrew her fingers, instead stretched out her entire right hand, and approached the white-haired young man's cheek.The slender white eyelashes are like trembling snow, and the blue below is getting more and more empty.He remained motionless, silent as if the still button had been pressed, making it impossible to see whether the defense had been released.

Her right hand moved closer until something stopped her.

Unlimited spells.Gojo Satoru's innate spells.An ability that slows down the approach speed infinitely, so that people can never touch themselves.

Machima withdrew her hand and couldn't help sighing.Having said so much, Gojo Satoru still didn't unlock her ability.The conjurer with "six eyes" is even more arrogant than she imagined.

"There is a reason for not wanting to unlock the spell. I still don't understand something about you."

Gojo Satoru, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke, his tone was gentle. "I have something to ask you. If I can explain it clearly, I will naturally not use this spell on Miss Machima again."

What else do I need to answer?

Too much trouble, Machima thought, give him orders directly.

"I want to know, in Jimbocho, Tokyo..."

"boom!"

The blasted bullets, mixed with the sound of the wind are like the shrieking cry of death!Maqima's ears caught the sound of the bullet breaking through the speed of sound at the previous moment, and she was unable to react, because the next moment, a bright red blood flower exploded on the woman's chest!

"Makima!!"