A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

Teacher Noctua's efficiency is not amazing, but he got Zhimeng a suitable magic tool in two days.

After class, Zhimeng, who was called away by the night moth Zhengdao, followed to the training ground of the actual combat class, and saw a cursed doll that was covered in dark green, wearing red boxing gloves, and looked like a kappa. He ran over and handed up the long knife that had been held in the crook of his arm by the way.

"Thanks for your hard work." Bending down and touching the head of the Kappa Mangu, Ye Mo Zhengdao picked up the knife, then turned around and handed it to Zhimeng.

"Try it, see if it goes well, and change it if it doesn't work."

Zhimeng took the long knife in surprise, and after thanking him, he held the scabbard with one hand and the handle of the knife with the other, and pulled out the blade with a little force.

This is a sword with a length of more than two feet. The scabbard and handle are plain black, and the simple texture looks extraordinarily elegant.

When the blade was pulled out, there was a slender and clear sound. After it was completely pulled out, the blade was white and bright in the sun, exuding a sharp chill.

Zhimeng took a step back and turned around, trying to swing the knife a few times.

Since he had never learned kendo before, his swinging movements were not standard, but with each swing, Zhimeng gradually found the lightest and most powerful swinging posture.

Night Moth looked at him from being disorganized at the beginning to gradually appearing similar, and did not express any opinions.

When Zhimeng felt that it was almost done, he put the knife back into its sheath, turned around and reported to him.

"The length is right and the weight is okay, so don't bother the teacher to change it."

Night Moth nodded rightly, then took a few steps back, waved his arm to control the Kappa's curse skeleton to block in front of him, and said.

"Weaving Meng, let me see your progress these days!"

After all, actual combat is the best teacher.

Hearing this, Zhimeng also showed an excited expression, and pulled out the sword again, the blade was attached with azure mantra, slightly lowering the center of gravity of the body.

"Then, please give me more advice, Teacher Noctua—"

After the words fell, he rushed towards the kappa's curse bones like an arrow from the string.

With the aid of weapons, Zhimeng's melee strength soared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally gained a place in the close combat between the students and the curse spirit.

"Not bad, weaving dream has made great progress recently."

After this day's mission, Xia Youjie, who conveniently rolled the target mantra into black balls, praised it.

Gojo Satoru also agreed: "With the magic tool, your melee combat is finally made up for."

Even if he is the strongest, he has to admit that Zhimeng itself has extremely strong spell power.But at the same time, it also caused the opponent's habit of rubbing magic balls to attack in the past.

These magic power balls are not weak, and can even instantly kill those little magic spirits of the third and fourth levels, and injure the first and second level magic spirits, but these are all long-range output, which is not as exciting as melee combat is one; the other is In close combat, he will be restrained and easily targeted by those who have figured out his attack routines.

Gojo Satoru doesn't require other people to be as strong as he is in all aspects, but as his friend, at least they can't have too obvious weaknesses.

Right now, a magic tool made up for Weaving Dream's weakness.

With the long-range output unchanged, his melee strength has been greatly improved, and his overall strength has also soared to a certain extent. It is estimated that it is no problem to single out the first-level spell spirit now.

Zhimeng retracted the knife and sheathed it, and nodded with a smile: "I also feel that I have become stronger."

The most obvious manifestation is that he is now able to fight monsters with his friends, not like before, because he is afraid of accidentally hurting the friendly troops who are in close combat with the curse spirit, they dare not attack casually.

Gojo Satoru approached suddenly, pulled out his knife and looked at it, then let go and put it back, and commented critically: "It doesn't look very strong, I can break it with a single punch."

Zhimeng thought about it, and explained this from a scientific point of view: "In order to pursue sharpness, the thickness will inevitably be reduced, and it is normal for the knife to become easy to break."

Gojo Satoru concluded: "The quality is not good."

"No." Zhimeng corrected seriously: "The money is not in place."

"Pfft." Gojo Gojo was immediately amused.

"You weaving dream, haha ​​you are so interesting!"

Xia Youjie couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, looked at the magic ball in his hand, and was about to raise his head to swallow it, but was suddenly pulled by his arm.

"Wait Jay!"

Zhimeng didn't know when Wu left the laughing non-stop and leaned in front of him, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Let me try your magic spell, and taste how unpalatable the spell is!"

It looked like he had committed an old problem again, Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then thought of the other party's sharper than ordinary people's sense of taste, and gently persuaded him: "...It's terrible."

"It doesn't matter if it's hard or not, I mainly just want to try it." Zhimeng said truthfully, which made Xia Youjie not surprised, and even felt a little bit like sighing that Zhimeng wants to try everything.

Then he heard Zhimeng continue: "I can't make the curse spirit delicious, but it's okay if I just experience the taste of the curse spirit. In this way, I can be regarded as sharing the suffering with Jie, right?"

Xia Youjie froze in place for a moment.

In the next second, the magic ball in his hand was snatched away while he was stunned.

Zhimeng, who snatched away the magic spirit ball, winked at him and said with a smile, "Let me try it once, Jie. Speaking of which, I haven't tried Jie's spell yet."

The long-haired boy who had easily copied the opponent's spell said so, before even waiting for the master to respond, he lowered his head and licked the magic ball that looked like a large pearl.

"and many more--"

Xia Youjie didn't have time to stop him, so he could only watch Zhimeng, who had licked the magic ball, lose his smile in an instant, his face turned pale for a few degrees, and the hand holding the magic ball was even trembling.

"I told you it was terrible..." Xia Youjie was really angry and funny looking at the young man who didn't listen to the persuasion, but insisted on eating it even though he knew it was terrible.

Gojo Satoru, who had noticed this long ago, but didn't expect Zhimeng to actually taste it, lost his smile, moved closer to pat Zhimeng's stiff back for a second, and looked at him in disbelief.

"You're not really stupid, Zhimeng?"

Seeing Jie's miserable appearance every time he ate it, he knew how unpalatable the curse spirit was, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to eat it!

Thinking this way, but seeing the boy whose face turned pale and his arms trembled after being so disgusted, and couldn't regain his senses for a long time, Gojo Satoru turned around and called out to the assistant supervisor who was about to approach.

"Hey who, hurry up and buy a bottle of water! Hurry up!"

After cooperating for so long, I still have no name or surname, and I am called the assistant supervisor of that person: humiliation.jpg!

But the humiliation was humiliation. Facing the order of the young master Wu Tiao, the assistant supervisor quickly went to get a bottle of drink that was prepared in the car.

Xia Youjie took the lid and opened it in a second, and cautiously brought it to Zhimeng's mouth: "Zhimeng, take a sip and rinse your mouth!"

Zhimeng came back to his senses, immediately took the drink and poured it down.

A bottle of more than 400 ml of drink, after he drank it all in one breath, Zhimeng leaned on the arm that was stretched out behind him like a collapse, and barely recovered.

"Finally, finally alive..."

At that moment just now, an empty white mist appeared in front of his eyes, as if he had already left this world——

"Stupid, don't just put everything in your mouth!"

Wujo Wujo said unhappily, but he still didn't take back the hand that supported Zhimeng to stand firm.

It was rare for Xia Youjie not to contradict the other party, and looked at Zhimeng with disapproval.

Then, taking the opportunity, he took the magic ball and swallowed it with his head up.

I don't know if it's because of eating so much that I have developed resistance, or because of other reasons, Xia Youjie, who swallowed the curse this time, quickly recovered, and smiled again to join in the exhortation to Zhimeng.

"Next time, don't eat indiscriminately, Zhimeng."

Zhimeng didn't reply, just looked at Xia Youjie, and after a long silence, he sighed.

"Jie...it's really amazing."

He had read a saying in a book, "To endure what ordinary people can't bear, to become what ordinary people can't handle!"

Xia Youjie always felt that there was something in his words, but because he didn't understand, he couldn't help looking at Zhimeng in a daze.

"Since Jie is so powerful, then Teacher Ye Moth will be handed over to Jie."

Hearing this, Zhimeng and Xia Youjie both looked at him, with big question marks above their heads.

Gojo Satoru showed a smirk: "Because we didn't pay the bill this time!"

Bill?Oh it's a bill!

Weaving Meng immediately covered his chest, thinking of what he, who was in debt in the trio in the past, did to rob monsters today, his expression gradually became sad: "Ah, I forgot to pay the bill!"

Teacher Ye Moth's iron fist, is it finally his turn to taste it? !

Thinking of this, Zhimeng's mood suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny: "This seems to be not bad!"

In the next second, he noticed an extra hand on his forehead.

Looking at him in confusion, Xia Youjie looked at him both angry and smiling.

"Strange, Zhimeng, you don't have a fever, why do you always do stupid things and say stupid things?"

Gojo Satoru rarely agrees with his thoughts: "Yes, why is that?"

Weaving Dream:? ?I don't have a fever?confused.jpg

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Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the mountains... Sometimes, people really don't know what to say.