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"You're going to meet the principal of the college later, Noctua is right."

Walking with Tanjiro on the bluish-white stone road, Gojo Satoru seemed to be afraid that the boy would be nervous, so he explained to him thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, Principal Moth is pretty good."

He patted the shoulder of the evil spirit beside him, as if encouraging.

"As long as he agrees, you can take classes with the current first-year students."

"By the way, I am your homeroom teacher."

"Yes! Please take care of me!"

Tanjirou thanked the white-haired man very solemnly.

"Please give me more advice in the future."

"Ah, um..."

Originally, he wanted to raise his hand to rub the evil spirit's head, but he was caught off guard by such a polite thank you, Gojo Wu withdrew his hand without a trace, put it on his lips and coughed twice to cover up his intention just now.

He turned his eyes away, and couldn't find any topics to break the silent atmosphere between the two of them for a while.

There are some things that are unnecessary to tell this innocent child beside him that is almost unbelievable.

For example, why those extremely staid rotten oranges can agree that he who has been judged as a super magic spirit can enroll.

Another example is that his admission status is actually quite embarrassing.

Even if Gojo Satoru threatened and lured those pedantic old men, they would never allow a magic spirit to become a student of a high school specializing in training magicians.

If this gets out, won't people laugh it off?

The only concession Gojo Satoru could get for the child (the high-level had to) was to allow him to carry out activities under the supervision of the high school in the name of a borrower.

But—Gojo Satoru covered his mouth, and the corners of his lips curled up silently.

Tanjiro has never been to school here at all, so the so-called borrowing is just a rotten orange to save face.

"puff--"

Gojo Satoru turned his head, and the evil ghost obediently following him covered his mouth and sniggered for some reason.

The white-haired conjurer suddenly felt itchy for no reason.Gojo Satoru didn't feel wronged, and directly pinched the preparatory student's cheek with his hands.

"What's the matter, what's so funny?" He pretended to be serious, his face was almost pressed together by Tanjirou's, and his fingers lightly rubbed the fiery cloud-like ghost lines on the evil ghost's face.

"No, it's nothing." The man's warm breath spread gently on his face, and the sweet and fleshy smell unique to humans rushed into his nasal cavity.

Tanjiro couldn't help but tilt his head back, trying to avoid the almost sweet smell.

"I just think that Mr. Wujo seems to be in a good mood."

"Huh?" The conjurer straightened up and hummed a puzzled tone from his nose.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I have a very sensitive sense of smell." Tanjiro pointed to his nose, "I can tell people's emotions through smell."

So the sweet, golden flat candy-like smell on the white-haired conjurer should be proof of happiness.

"So it is."

Gojo Satoru leaned on his chin and nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

The conjurer raised his chin slightly, signaling Tanjiro to turn his head, "Here, we're here."

He pushed open the door and led the hesitant boy into the spacious but dimly lit hall.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Gojo Satoru patted Tanjiro on the shoulder to encourage him.

"If it were you, you would definitely pass the test."

"Wu, you're late again."

Hearing the movement, Noctuma Zhengdao didn't raise his head, and kept sewing with his hands.

"Because the students are so cute, I couldn't help but chat for a while longer on the road." Wujo Satoru waved his hands indifferently, not paying attention to the principal's mild reprimand at all.

"Never mind."

"Is this the super magic spirit you mentioned?"

Night Moth raised his head righteously, his heavy gaze was still heavy even through a layer of sunglasses.

"H-Hello!" Tanjiro quickly stood at attention.

"I am very sorry to trouble you."

Tanjiro bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man in the middle of a pile of dolls.

His eyes inevitably fell on the dolls piled up on the floor, and he felt a little familiar for no reason.

He couldn't help but think of the curse skeletons that were probably still running around in the basement. Although their appearance was different from the pile on the ground, the indescribable style was exactly the same.

So the curse skeleton brought by Mr. Wujo was actually taken from the principal?

Tanjiro blinked, but for some reason he swallowed the question back to his stomach.

"Because your situation is too special." Noctua Zhengdao put down the needle and thread in his hand, "So there are some things I have to ask in advance."

"What is the purpose of your coming to the college!"

Night Moth Zhengdao spoke sharply and asked sharply.

purpose?

Suddenly being asked this question, Tanjirou's mind went blank for a moment.

Etc., etc!

Obviously it was the white-haired magician over there who brought him to the high school without saying a word!

"Can't you answer..."

Noctua Zhengdao groaned, and patted a strange-looking, but roughly recognizable, rabbit-shaped cursed skeleton beside him.

The ugly and cute mantra seemed to be infused with energy for a moment. While making a strange roar from his mouth, he raised his head, and his red eyes were fixed on the evil ghost in front of him.

Obviously he didn't smell any anger from that cursed body, but being stared at by those eyes, Tanjiro subconsciously took two steps back.

He hadn't realized what had happened before, his extremely sensitive nerves jumped suddenly after becoming a ghost, and an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.

The instinct of the body passed the brain, Tanjiro turned sideways subconsciously, raised his hands to protect his face, and put on a defensive posture before the brain gave instructions.

Tanjiro only felt a blur in front of his eyes, Oni's excellent dynamic vision allowed him to clearly see how the ugly and cute Kanke raised his fist, and approached him at lightning speed, without hesitation The fist hit him hard in the face.

"Well!"

Tanjiro narrowly received the fist that was aimed straight at the door, the veins on his arm were bulging, and he couldn't help frowning.

What a heavy fist!

The curse skeleton was obviously made of soft cotton and fine needles and threads, but at this moment it was like a heavy steel, and the huge force made his palm ache.

If it weren't for the ghost's bones being so much harder than human beings, he might have broken his arm now!

The evil ghost's sharp nails protruded uncontrollably, Kamado Tanjiro gritted his teeth, and the ghost lines on his face became more vivid and gorgeous.

"Wow, not bad."

Gojo Satoru, who stood watching the play, blew his whistle, but he didn't know who he was praising.

"What are you doing?" With a sudden force in his hand, he swung the curse skeleton in front of him away.

Oni's blood silently stirred in his body, Tanjiro took a deep breath and asked loudly.

"I am responsible for the safety of the college students." Ye Mozheng said in a deep voice.

"The curse skeleton will not stop attacking until you explain your purpose."

Even if this young man is completely different from the super-level curse spirit in the conventional sense, Ye Mo Zhengdao even mistook this young man for a human being at first sight, but he still can't be completely relieved.

No matter how harmless it is now, if the super magic spirit gets out of control, it's not a joke.

He couldn't bet on the safety of his students.

Purpose……

Kamado Tanjiro clenched his teeth, the oni's instinct made him unable to help the muscles all over his body tense up, and there were even faint veins appearing on his face.

Yin Hong's ghost pupils, like broken gems, scanned back and forth vigilantly, even in a dim environment, it did not affect his vision at all.

The ghost's eyes emit red light faintly in the dim environment, like an evil ghost hiding in the dark, silently looking for the trace of its prey.

What is his purpose in coming to Gaozhuan?

What purpose could he have?

"I... want to find a way to destroy me."

Tanjiro's eyes were fixed, he put his hands on the ground lightly, and left the place lightly and quickly.

In the next second, the curse skeleton that appeared from nowhere punched him hard at his original position, with such force that it almost punched a big hole in the ground.

"I want to die as a human being."

"Before I committed the unforgivable sin."

Catching the trace of the curse skeleton, the evil ghost's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sharp pupils locked firmly on the rabbit curse skeleton in front of it.

He unconsciously lowered his body, and let out a low growl like a wild animal from his throat.The sharp nails reflected cold light under the dim light, and a wordless momentum swept the entire hall silently.

Ye Mo Zhengdao's expression froze, and Gojo Satoru, who was standing lazily, also stood up straight, with his hands behind his back without a sound, as if he would be able to issue the spell in the next second.

Tanjiro didn't seem to notice the sudden freezing atmosphere between the two conjurers.Originated from the instinct of being a superior and a hunter in ghost blood, he mobilized his extremely sensitive five sense organs.

His nose twitched slightly, and his ears trembled slightly with his movements, almost mobilizing all the senses of his body to catch the traces of the prey.

The pitch-black eyepatch blocked Gojo Satoru's eyes, making it impossible for people to probe into his mental activities at the moment.But just looking at the corners of his lips that collapsed into a straight line at some point, one can probably guess that his current mood is definitely not relaxed and beautiful.

Although they are still immature, they will never admit that they are mistaken, the aura spreading from the evil ghost.

That's what creatures at the top of the food chain have, and it even despises and suppresses humans.

"and--"

As if he had finally found his target, Tanjiro's eyes were fixed, and he kicked his right foot on the ground, the sharp cold light on his nails almost piercing the air.

"Although the curse spirits are not ghosts, I can't just sit back and watch these creatures endanger people's lives and ruin the lives of countless happy families."

The sound of cloth being torn suddenly sounded in the empty hall, scratching the eardrums.

"Although it is not appropriate for me to say this now, I have never dared to forget my original intention of joining the Ghost Killing Squad."

The young man's gaze was like a torch, and he spoke loudly:

"'Even if we are all destroyed, we must kill the evil spirit (curse)!'"