How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Hua Yu held Leuhu's only remaining head and came to the base belonging to the curse spirit.

Pushing open the door, the endless blue sky and the edge of the sea are connected together.

On the beach, the human-shaped mantra was lying on a beach chair with a parasol next to it.

His appearance can be called handsome, but the exposed skin is entangled with stitches like wound stitches, adding a bit of a weird inhumanity.

"Welcome back, Leuhu, Hanayu."

Hearing the movement, the black-haired man in cassock turned to greet his returning companion.

Like the humanoid curse spirit, there is also a suture line across his forehead.

Scary traces like the entire head was once cut open.

The humanoid mantra lying on the beach chair turned his head sideways, and his eyes fell on the head in Hua Yu's arms.

"Oh~ so embarrassing~"

Realizing that the ally's anger seemed to be rekindled after being seriously injured, the humanoid curse spirit chuckled.

"Just come back alive, my...companion."

The last two words were curled up on the tip of the tongue, chewed carefully before swallowing, savoring the spicy taste of irony.

"That guy... that guy..."

Recalling the scene just now, although only the head was left, it dutifully trembled with the master's emotions.

Such spells...such power...

Simply a monster.

"It's a guy with white hair and a blindfold."

The man with the strange seam on his head came closer to take a closer look, smiling at his conclusions.

"It's Gojo Satoru...you guys met him, no wonder..."

It would be so embarrassing.

"Sorry, Leu Hu, I made a wrong decision this time."

He only got the news that the top executives in the magic world were going to Yokohama, but he ignored Gojo Satoru—that was a person who did not play cards according to common sense.

"Gojo Satoru...could it be...that guy?!"

Leuhu widened her eyes.

"The strongest magician?!"

"That's right, Leuhu."

Touching his chin lightly with his knuckles, the black-haired man sighed, "You're so lucky, you saved your life."

The power of the white-haired conjurer gave the one-eyed conjurer such a shock that his world view was subverted.

Even if he is out of the battle situation, the feeling of being played and applauded at will is still with him.

The difference is like an ant and a god.

That kind of power... so scary...

"So, Lehu, did you gain something in Yokohama? For example... the newly born special class?"

The man's words made the curse spirit come back to his senses, and finally remembered the original purpose of the trip to Yokohama.

"That newly born special class... hangs out with humans, and..."

In his mind, the scene where the fire worm just disappeared out of thin air after being touched by a man flashed again.

"I met a strange guy."

The man raised his eyebrows.

"Strange guy?"

"He...has no magic power, but he easily made my attack ineffective. After being touched by him, my fire worm disappeared."

"However, I only fought him once, and Gojo Satoru was by his side at that time, so..."

"I'm not sure what's going on with that guy."

"Ineffective...is it..."

The man is thoughtful.

......

Teacher's dormitory.

Since Aihara Kiyoshi's room had been vacant for a whole week, a thin layer of dust had accumulated.

At the moment, he is cleaning carefully.

Studio

[Accidental... at home? 】

[I don’t know why, even if I just watch the host clean the room, I still enjoy watching it]

[Laughing to death, me too]

【Wuuuuu, Bai is so good, just nestling on the sofa so quietly】

【Damn it... I'm about to waver, no, this is a curse spirit!Think real people! ! ! 】

[The real person must die! 】

【But...Quiet Mimi said...Bai is not the same as a real person】

......

Lying on the sofa with his knees hugged, Shiro's gaze was fixed on Aihara Kiyoshi.

The terminal was thrown aside.

He knew that at this moment, even if he sent a message to the teacher, the other party would not respond.

so strange... so strange...

Why does he care so much about this human being?

a bit uncomfortable...

The communication between the mantra spirit and the youth is like a one-way street.

If the young man doesn't want to respond, the curse spirit will never get the chance to communicate with him.

Can't hear, no matter how many whispers there are.

Invisible, no matter how many expressions there are.

Even if you can touch...but...

Stretching out his hand, the youth's figure was caught between his fingers.

The fingers were bent, and the mantra was trying to hold something.

This is his teacher...

Close at hand, but... across the sky.

why?

Why... so uncomfortable?

Born from negative emotions, the monster who takes pleasure in human pain suddenly discovered.

That kind of pain seemed to be born in his heart, and it could no longer bring joy.

and...

His teacher, although he looked like an ordinary human, had no human heart at all.

This is the truth that he, the mantra—has already discovered.

Studio

[I don't know why, but for such a simple cleaning scene, I actually feel a little abused? 】

【What does Bai want to grab?To have such an expression...]

【Woooooooooooo baby come to mommy's arms, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, baby come to Mommy's arms】

[I suddenly got to the point of abuse, that is, no matter how hard Bai tried, it was impossible for the anchor to see him or listen to him... Maybe so? 】

【Everything is close at hand, but far away in the sky and out of reach】

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

[This... sparrow food is a bit cruel, but... at least it can be touched?Not completely hopeless...]

【In short... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

......

The room is not big, and it doesn't take too much time to clean it.

After tidying up the cleaning tools, Kiyoshi Aihara walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Wearing a nightgown and putting a towel on his soaked hair, Aihara Qing walked out of the bathroom, and his eyes touched the sofa in the living room.

His steps stopped.

I saw that in the corner of the sofa, the depression still existed.

This means—his student may have remained in one position and never moved.

Why are you suddenly... so good?

A little puzzled, Ai Yuanqing went to sit next to Mana Ling and asked.

"what happened?"

The curse spirit who no longer made troubles made him feel unacceptable.

The terminal used for communication was still put aside, and the magic spirit did not move for a long time.

half an hour later

The mantra stood up abruptly.

The sudden impact caused Kiyoshi Aihara, who was defenseless, to fall back on the sofa.

Black hair is like a spider web, intertwined with invisible white hair.

"why why..."

The curse spirit tightly held the young man's shoulders with both hands, trembling slightly.

"Why... your emotions never change the slightest for me..."

And I... It's like a line that you can manipulate at your mercy, you can easily change its shape with a tick or a pick.

It's...not fair at all.

The strange feelings accumulated for too long, were torn open in an instant, and submerged him like a flood.

He could only grab the only life-saving straw in front of him and not let himself sink.

Aihara Kiyoshi stared at the nothingness in front of him, expressionless.

'Anchor... I can't stand it anymore. '

In my mind, the voice of the system suddenly sounded.

'Forget it, I have applied to the main system, although it is only temporary...'

The barriers in the mind were broken.

In front of Xiang Yuanqing's eyes, the appearance of the curse spirit gradually emerged.

His unwilling, confused murmur was also clearly conveyed to Xiangyuan Qing's ears.

Sighing, the young man stretched out his hand and took the curse spirit into his arms.

His slender fingers stroked the soft white hair of the mantra.

"Sometimes...eyes and instinct...are deceiving, Bai."

"So... you need to feel with your heart, and use your intuition to distinguish what is real."

The voice fell, and the closed feeling reappeared.

The touch of his hands still exists, but the figure of the curse spirit disappears from sight again.

Being embraced by Aihara Kiyoshi, Shiro opened his eyes wide.

Just now, he saw - in the man's eyes, his own appearance was clearly reflected.