Mr. Oda and his friends

"So... how to control things like spiritual power?" Oda Sakunosuke asked in confusion, "Shrines and temples?"

Not to mention that conjurers don't know, and people with supernatural abilities... don't even know.

At any rate, conjurers still have an advantage with a long history. What about people with supernatural abilities?Only in the last 200 years have there been rumors.

"This, I don't know."

Ango Sakaguchi shook his head and nodded again: "I'll ask Mr. Tanada, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has registered all supernatural power users. Let's see if there is any similar situation for reference. As for the others, just..."

In fact, there are problems with this record. A more accurate statement should be "a list of people with supernatural powers who have household registration and work normally." More people who live in darkness are not included in this list.

Whether it is a person with supernatural powers or a conjurer, depending on the user, these abilities have evolved into thousands of various applications, but "healing" and "purification" are the most rare.

The population base is small, but to find an extremely special existence in such a small circle, you can only hit it first and try it out like a stroke of luck.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't speak, and he didn't know what to do.

For a moment, everyone in the room fell into an unspeakable silence.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock"

Someone knocked lightly on the wooden door, and everyone suddenly realized that it was already late at night.Ango Sakaguchi immediately got up to say goodbye and left, and Sakunosuke Oda walked to the entrance with him - don't think about it, it must be Hiyori who came to knock on the door.

Sure enough, the little girl holding the sheep doll yawned, rubbed her eyes, and wobbled on the corridor with her bare feet: "Sakunosuke..."

"Okay, I'll go back now."

He stretched out his hand to catch Hiyori who automatically retracted into his arms, and noticed that she was running around barefoot again, so he simply hugged her up: "Ango, I won't see you off, and, good night."

The red-haired boy nodded to the other two high school students: "Excuse me."

"Good night, good night." Gojo Satoru responded with one arm around his friend's neck and the other gesticulating. Naturally, the two conjurers had other things to talk about, so they went back to the dormitory.

Here Oda Sakunosuke walked into the room with Hiyori in his arms, and within a few steps away she had already fallen asleep lying on his shoulder.

"Really, what should I do if I catch a cold and get sick?"

The boy showed a headache expression, and opened the closet to see that the bed underneath was not covered with anything, and the quilt was neatly placed in place.

He could only put Hiyori on the floor first, bow his head and bend into the closet to make a bed, and put her in before covering the quilt. Oda Sakunosuke suddenly had the illusion of having a pet again—like the kind of abandoned Yes, a very clingy kitten.

cat?For cats...

Should I buy a kotatsu back?Second-hand goods with a newer date are very good, and the money saved can be saved, and next year I can buy a new dress for Rihe to wear to school.

The little girl rolled over to the position close to him and lay on her side in attachment, breathing deeply and sleeping soundly and sweetly.Oda Sakunosuke found that he liked the feeling of being depended on.

He is heavy and warm, proving the meaning of his existence all the time—although my life started badly, but being able to meet you shows that I am not so useless.

No, it's not just that Hiyori relies on him to survive, why didn't he customize her as the anchor of his life without authorization?As aliens who are incompatible with this world, it is a kind of luck to have a partner who can rely on each other for warmth.

What a lucky guy I am!Thinking so, the red-haired boy gently closed the door of the closet, leaving a gap for light leakage.

In a purely dark environment with no light, Hiyori will not sleep well. Although it does not cause insomnia, tossing and turning is not a good quality of sleep. It will be different if there is a light source in the gap.

He hurried into the bathroom to tidy up his personal hygiene, lay down on the quilt half an hour later, and silently said "good night" to the little girl who was separated by a door.

There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and he can always find a way to solve Rihe's spiritual power problem.Isn't it just shrines and temples?The big deal is that if you come to the door every day to block it, you will definitely find the answer.

Next to him, two conjurers from Tokyo were scratching their heads and scratching their heads to prepare a "mission report". Wujo described the unfounded super magic spirit as a big-bodied and bloody mouth, and then said it was a tentacle with a hexahedral head. 1 Strange, seeing Xia Youjie, who was in charge of choosing words, made his blood pressure rise: "An octopus has eight legs, no matter how you think about it, it can't only have one 14.7 meters high. Do you think everyone else is blind?"

"Come on, what's the difference between blind and non-blind rotten oranges? They're all old people who are physically disabled and strong and don't forget to stick to their posts."

He deliberately squeezed his throat to speak in disgust, and the stool under his buttocks took a knowing blow instead.

Xia Youjie put his legs away, circled the inconsistencies with a pen, and said in a calm tone, "At least let's fool you through the night moth first."

Heh, based on yesterday's video, Wutiao will definitely have a lot of bags on his head when he goes back to school.

"Noctua will be on our side, as long as you or I don't be stupid enough to publicly shout about the specialness of the little one. I honestly don't think there's a 'back story' to this quest."

After all, Gojo Wu came from the head of the three families of mantras, a well-established young master of a wealthy family, and he knew the face of these aristocratic families' private peace deals in his heart best.

Going back ten thousand steps, even if Yokohama really had a special-grade curse fetus as expected, the first batch of people who rushed to the scene should definitely not be two high school students.You must know that both he and Xia Youjie are only first-level magicians in terms of recorded levels.The so-called quasi-super class is just that they have the ability and willingness to apply for this level. As for when the level information will be updated...

Who knows how long it will take.

No matter how few conjurers there are in the country, you can still find about [-] first-level ones. How could it be so coincidental that it happened to two students in school? The average education level of the savior is really high school?

But he didn't want to talk so much about the exchange of benefits and compromises with his friends.A group of people stop doing shit all day long and engage in infighting and infighting, so what is there to say!

Furthermore, he didn't want his friends to have a sense of distance, especially the huge difference brought about by family background.

Sure enough, Xia Youjie had no interest in the so-called "backstory".He threw the draft full of circles to Gojo Satoru: "Excuse me, use your noble and invincible brain, and give me something that humans can understand."

"……Oh!"

Opened five articles with no lower limit in time to pick up the drafts before they landed, avoiding a new conflict of "you pick it up for me".

A little further away, Ango Sakaguchi took a taxi and rushed back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, planning to make a report on the access rights of the reference room.

This kind of report is purely a process requirement, full of nonsense but indispensable.

As for going further away, the new leader of PortMafia is looking at the photo and sighing: "Oh, if I don't remember that child can't support me, maybe I really wonder if this is the eldest lady of our PortMafia, don't you think so?" , Alice Sauce!"

"Are you sick? If you are sick, quickly prescribe medicine for yourself." The indifferent blond beauty standing not far away turned her face away and did not want to look at him.

First of all, the gentleman didn't think he was disobedient at all, and touched his face quite narcissistically: "This kid is really like me, with black hair and purple eyes, and even smart like me!"

"Go for an operation above the neck, you are hopeless." She pulled out a folder from the bookshelf and slammed it on the man's desk: "Put away your disgusting eyes and saliva, and stop staring at me." Children from other people's families are greedy. They didn't cherish it at the beginning, but now they're pretending to see things and think about others, vomit!"

She was talking about the romantic debt left by Mr. First when he was young. The poor, abandoned woman went crazy after learning the truth, and even the child in her womb was congenitally deficient, so that she came back to this world not long after. Death's embrace.

The new leader of PortMafia lowered his expression, and his tone was low and full of danger: "Alice, even if you are my superpower, don't rely on my tolerance to say something casually."

"Hehe," the blond woman didn't take his threat seriously at all: "Aren't my words and deeds all set by you in advance? As a mother, facing the murderer who caused her daughter to die early, she can do everything. usual……"

"Are you crazy, or are you crazy?"

She yanked the photo from his hand: "You can't rest now, leader."

It was an extremely ordinary photo, which was taken casually by someone on the street, and then passed into the office of the chief of PortMafia.

The photo has no composition and lighting at all, but it makes people smile.In the photo there are two girls walking together, one older and one smaller.

The big one is bright and confident, and the little one is soft and sweet, walking on the street hand in hand.

"Yoshino Akiko... In a blink of an eye, that child has grown up so much, and he is becoming more and more like a senior!"

Alice's eyes were focused on the bob-haired girl, but her fingers unconsciously stroked Hiyori's hair back and forth, as if she could penetrate the photo paper and really touch her.

Hearing that the name he was thinking of was mentioned, Mr. Chief was even more unwilling: "Ahhhh! It's all Mr. Fukuzawa's fault. He took away my Jingzijiang and my cutie!"

"Why don't we just send someone to assassinate me, so that both Xiao Jingzi and Xiao Kei can come back to me, perfect!"

"With all due respect, you can't beat Mr. Fukuzawa. You don't want to be seen by your subordinates with a disheveled appearance, so it's best not to think about it."

Alice put the photo upside down and put it back on the desktop.

She is an anthropomorphic personification of PortMafia's leader's ability. From head to toe, from appearance to personality, she follows the settings made by Mori Ogai.

It's hard to say whether an artificial human is a human being, but a humanoid supernatural body is definitely not.No one knows whether it, as a manifestation of a certain aspect of the master, will also produce some kind of miraculous self-awareness?