Only 5t5 persecuted world

Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration High School, referred to as Conjuration High School, is the only school in Japan that trains conjurers. The sister school is located in Kyoto.

The High School of Conjuration claims to be a private religious school, but it is actually a terrible labor camp for abusing children!

Here, the class teacher does not have a teacher qualification certificate!

Here, minors are forced to become social beings!

Here, the graduation rate is less than 50.00%!

"Is it because the graduation exam is difficult?" Xuejian Weizhi asked carefully, "Cauliemannian geometry or Lagrange daily numbers?"

If the Magic High School required students to study mathematics, there was a high probability that she would also be one of the repeat students who would not be able to graduate.

"No." Landing on the stone floor of the Juju High School, Gojo Satoru put down the little girl under his arm.

The man stood there with arms folded, waiting for Yukimi Mie to straighten his messed up hairstyle, and said calmly, "It's because they are all dead."

Without hiding the slightest bit, he exposed the naked and cruel reality to the students.

Children who have never been exposed to the magic world will always have a ridiculous yearning for the profession of magicians. They think that they are supermen who save the world, but they are actually just a group of poor people struggling in despair and swallowed by regret.

Gojo Satoru is the person in charge of the first grade of the Conjuration College. In other words, all conjurers who have studied in the Conjuration College must have been his students.

Leading the way, trying his best to teach, in exchange for how many death news, he may not be able to count.

Ahead is hell, and he personally split a smooth path in the sea of ​​fire.

[Follow me, don't fall behind, try your best to catch up. 】

How many people were silently engulfed in the high temperature of the twisted air.

Even so, the road still has to go on.

Gojo Satoru looked down at the girl whose head was not as high as his chest. Her usually long hair was tied into two bunches with light yellow bowknots and decorated with small daisy flowers.

The fabric of Lihai University's school uniform is comfortable, and the lining of the left cuff is carefully embroidered with the name "Yuki Mie", followed by a grimace with tongue sticking out and laughing.

The girl is thin but healthy. She has excellent tutoring while standing and walking. She has close friends at school and serious and kind elders at home.No matter from which point of view, she is undoubtedly a happy child.

Such a cheerful personality who can laugh and make trouble is completely opposite to the decadent and gloomy magic world.

Would her life be better if she never had the magic power?

The different pupils covered by gauze, the two cold seals disguised as decorations, the right hand wrapped in layers of bandages... separated Heping Anping and Yukimi Mie.

【She is destined to go this way. 】

"I don't like the theory of fate." Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand and tugged at Yukimi Mie's long hair.The light yellow bow at the end was shaking, the girl was in pain, and looked up at him in bewilderment and dissatisfaction.

"You need to get stronger." The man's fingers circled the ends of his hair a few times, and then he loosened them suddenly, "Until you can control your own future."

"Is Wutiao teacher talking about himself?" Xue Jian Weizhi snatched her hair back from Wutiao Wu's hands, and the slightly curly strands were incompatible with the surrounding straight long hair.

She combed it twice with her hands, and the ends of her hair remained stubbornly unchanged, Xue Jian Weizhi unconsciously puffed up her face, a little suffocated.

"Yes, I am the strongest." Gojo Satoru returned to his usual laziness and smiled, "Zhizhi is still far away."

"I'm also super good."

Yukimi Miie followed Gojo Satoru to the school. In the empty campus, only sparrows and cuckoos were jumping in the forest, stepping on the creaking floors of Japanese-style buildings, as if walking into a distant time.

"Teacher Wujo suddenly mentioned the graduation rate of the college, are you afraid that I will run away because of fear?" Xuejian Weizhi followed Wujo Wu, stepping on his shadow, and asked abruptly.

"Don't be afraid." Gojo Satoru didn't turn his head, he shook his lower body as if he had eyes behind his back, causing Xuejian Weizhi to step on the ground.

"Because Zhizhi can't beat me completely." The unscrupulous teacher said viciously, "No one will save you even if you break your throat."

"Hey, it's really child abduction!?" Zhizhi was shocked, "Our family runs a detective agency and has a lot of contacts in the police station. Don't be too hard on this young man, there is still a chance to save things!"

"Hahahaha." As the person being threatened, Gojo Satoru laughed unceremoniously, "I'm so scared—so what? Is Zhizhi afraid?"

Yukimi Mie: "I'm from Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

What does this have to do with which city you are from?

"The people of Yokohama are simple and honest, and Mafia is a city of talented people." Yukimi Mie said vicissitudes, "Isn't it just gang fights? I'm used to it."

Can a mere curse spirit be compared to the black evil dog on the streets of Yokohama without a second thought, or can it be compared to a gravity manipulator who destroys the world with an opera?

As a member of the Armed Detective Agency, Zhizhi has experienced too much.

The only thing that spell spirits are better than port Mafia is probably their looks.After all, it is not something any villain can do to make people ugly and cry.

Wujo Wu: It makes sense.

He almost forgot that Xuejian Weizhi was not a young shoot growing in a greenhouse. It was clearly recorded in her file:

[At the age of seven, her parents died at the hands of a special magic spirit. 】

[Before the window detected the fluctuation of the mana, the super mantra had been exorcised. 】

It wasn't because she was naive and ignorant that she was indifferent to the death rate that Gojo Satoru said.

"Am I the only freshman in this class?" Yukimi Mie said happily, "It's great! Mr. Wujo can tell others with great pride that the graduation rate of the graduating class you lead is [-]%—excellent The teacher's selection is definitely in the pocket of the teacher."

The sun shines on the dancing light yellow bow, and the humming girl steps on the tall man's shadow and jumps lightly.

In the flames leading to hell, she made her own way.

The future of Xuejian Weizhi is not the end of being swallowed up by ashes, corroded by emptiness, and finally dying of regret.

Her future is a burning cloud, a gorgeous sunset that burns the world, a life of supreme scenery and free spirit.

It's like the moment when Gojo Satoru was pierced through the throat by Tianni Hoko and comprehended the reversal technique.

The world is open, life is like a journey against the sky, and there is nowhere to go.

This child, she will walk the path that Gojo Satoru once walked, chasing the opportunity to become the strongest, and climbing to the peak of power.

Then, what a teacher should do is not worry and persuasion, nor ask her to lower her head to see the darkness of the world.

"Just work harder and follow my footsteps as much as you want."

——but as the goal she chased and yearned for, she climbed up inch by inch.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door of the principal's office, and the burly middle-aged man who was sitting in the doll's skeleton tied with wool felt raised his head: "Satoru, you are late."

"From Yokohama to Tokyo, this speed is fast enough, please spare me." Gojo Satoru said lazily.

Ye Mozhengdao's attention was not on Wujo Wu, he looked at the girl behind Wujo Wujo through the sunglasses.

I can't feel the fluctuation of the magic power, and it seems that there is no threat. Only the intuition of being a conjurer who has been fighting all the year round is warning Noctua Moth to the right way-danger.

A super conjurer, the most favored son of heaven who can't make up five fingers in the entire conjuration world.

Born extraordinary.

Gojo Satoru puts Yukimi Mie in his hands, and leads her forward: "Zhizhi, this is Principal Ye Moth."

"Hello, I'm Xuejian Weizhi." Xuejian Weizhi bowed obediently, she looked at the white cat curse that Ye Mozhengdao was making in his hand with novelty, and unconsciously looked at Wujo Wu with a white hair.

Wool felt!She also wants to play, and it would be even better if she can stroke five teacher's hairs to play with!

Gojo Wujo received the little girl's bright eyes, and saw the wool felt in Noctua Masamune's hand, and he understood it in seconds.

Little aunt, weaving a cat is not enough to make him bald.

"Xuejian Weizhi, why did you enroll in the High School of Conjuration?" Noctua Zhengdao put down the wool felt and asked deeply.

His question was deafening, Ye Mozheng sat on the mentor chair and asked seriously: "What is your dream?"

Xue Jian Weizhi was infected by his serious atmosphere, and blurted out what was in his heart: "I came to the college to slap the bald teacher Wutiao!"

If you don't pass the test of Principal Noctua, you won't be able to enroll, and if you can't enroll, the reward for being the first in the graduation exam will be cancelled!

In order to lure the cat, Zhizhi paid too much.

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

His sharp gaze hidden under the sunglasses looked at his former student and current "excellent" teacher.

Gojo Satoru looked away, unwilling to meet the headmaster's gaze.

Do you think kidnapping and trafficking children is a very simple matter?If he didn't draw a delicious pie, how could he abduct people from Yokohama to Tokyo? Principal Ye Moth didn't know how to understand outstanding employees at all.

"Cough." Noctua Zhengdao coughed, and decided to give the new students a chance to reorganize their language.

He asked again: "Why did you come to the High School of Conjuration?"

What moved with his voice was a demon-like cursed skeleton surrounding Night Moth Zhengdao.

A fist as big as an iron pan was raging like a tiger, and Xue Jian Weizhi fell back, using his hands to support himself on the ground, and jumped a few meters away in an instant.

She has a light posture, but her landing movements are very steady. She can't breathe for the difficult and complex skills, and the bow on her hair doesn't move at all when she lands.

Facing the heavy punch of the curse, the black-haired girl hooked the bandage wrapped around her right hand and pulled it lightly.

The bandages fell like snow and were silently burned in mid-air.

The red flame, hotter than clouds and brighter than Yaoyang, lights up the dim room, and through a thick layer of sunglasses, Noctua Zhengdao feels his eyes stinging endlessly.

"Why do you want to go to school..." Xuejian Weizhi looked at the flames that instantly engulfed the curse, and said seriously:

"Probably because I want to prove that the second disease can save the world."