Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Among the noisy crowd, the sound of the air being cut was particularly obvious, and the brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, and then disappeared quickly.

"boom."

Probably because the fireworks festival was too lively, so no one paid any attention to the movement in the alley.

"boom."

Mazima followed the end of her index finger to cast her gaze on the strangely shaped creature. She made Mu Cang's hand gesture, but such a playful attack was real and effective.

It's disgusting.

And it can't be killed, it will regenerate a new body time and time again.

Maqima has seen this kind of scene a lot. When facing half-dead humans and demons, she can not have a thought, but this is a creature that has never been seen before.

"I like city mice, but city mice need to walk with danger all the time, don't they?" Mazima murmured softly, the speed of regeneration of the meatball in front of her was getting slower and slower, and it might have reached its limit.

The woman with orange-pink hair lowered her eyes slightly, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Bang."

Machima raised her head and watched the scene outside the alley.

At some point, she got separated from Hime Ye and Xiao Hong who had been walking together, it would be better to say that she couldn't find everyone in the class 4 of Duo Mo Du Yi.

She couldn't feel the breath of her subordinates at all.

This is Karuizawa. Two days ago, Machima took Antimony 4 lessons on a whim to escape the summer heat. Today is the last day. The original plan was that they would go back as soon as the firework festival was over.

But now Machima felt a strange feeling. It was obviously the same as the fireworks festival just now, but the appearance of that kind of creature that she had never seen before made her feel like she was in another place.

Just as she was thinking, the squirming piece of flesh on the ground suddenly moved. She wanted to make another blow, but was interrupted by a voice.

The man with white hair and blindfold imitated her appearance just now and made a wooden gesture: "Bang!"

Machima turned to look at him.

"Curses can't be killed without spell power, Miss?"

The man's tone was brisk, as if he was talking about what he had for breakfast this morning.

"Curse...means it?" Mazima pointed to the creature that was fading into ash.

"Yes," Gojo Satoru said with a smile on his lips, "Didn't you also have been unable to exorcise it just now? Because attacks without magic power are ineffective against him."

"So..." Mazima thought thoughtfully.

It turned out that that kind of creature was called a curse. Judging from the way the other party explained it seriously, then in this world, curses are not as well-known as demons, but this is also certain, she is no longer in the original world.

Mazima has seen many demons that can regenerate, including herself. Of course, the demon of domination can also freely regenerate and recover.

But there has never been a demon that can recover infinitely like a curse, except for her.

The crowd outside the alley was bustling, and the sound of fireworks exploding finally became more harmonious at night.

It formed a sharp contrast with the quiet two people in the alley.

Gojo Satoru came to Karuizawa on a business trip today. He happened to pass by the Fireworks Festival and planned to take a stroll. Who would have thought that his so-called "walking around" would find a few filthy cursed spirits. He was about to exorcise them, but saw To such a scene.

The woman with orange-pink hair jokingly "opened the wooden barn" to the curse spirit on the ground.

And what about "town mice"?

Is there a country mouse?

After a long while, Gojo Satoru finally asked: "Speaking of which, can I ask, Miss, what happened to your strength just now?"

Mazima smiled: "Before that, sir, can you tell me what kind of creature the curse spirit is?"

In the case of not using magic power, you can regenerate even if you kill it a few times, which is much more interesting than demons.

"It doesn't matter." Gojo Satoru put his fist on his chin and cleared his throat pretentiously, "Curses are resentful spirits generated by negative human emotions. The creature you saw is called a curse spirit to be precise. It is a monster formed by the gathering of curses."

"So it's called the curse spirit..."

"Then I've finished explaining, it's the lady's turn to tell me."

Mazima didn't speak in a hurry, but raised her hands in front of her chest, and slowly rotated her palms against the heels of her palms.

"puff--"

Dark blood splashed all over the entire wall behind Mazima, but strangely, there was not a single drop of blood stained on her body.

Gojo Satoru whistled in surprise, and asked, "Is that also your ability just now? It's amazing."

It's a wonderful power to be able to twist the curse spirit into jerky without touching it, but she didn't seem to be lying when she asked about the curse before, so she wasn't a conjurer.

Who is she?

A martial arts master hidden among the people?

Maqima smiled harmlessly, and looked at him with golden eyes, but it was definitely not that simple in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

It's like pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...

He thought so.

"It's my ability," Mazima responded, "Then, sir, your name is...?"

Gojo Satoru immediately put on a look of "I'm very popular", and asked, "Do you care? Do you care about my name? Well, there is no way, I can't control myself to scatter around Charm……"

From the second half of the sentence, it seemed more like a person whispering, but Mazima's hearing was very good, so she heard the sentence just now in its entirety.

Machima tilted her head suspiciously.

"Ah, my name is Gojo Satoru, and I'm a magician."

As he said that, he raised his hand and gave a "bang" sound, giving the last blow to the curse spirit who was about to start running away.

The white-haired man smiled confidently: "By the way, I am the strongest."

Oh?

the strongest?

Maqima finally became interested. Compared with those curses or curse spirits, the so-called "strongest conjurer" attracted her attention the most.

If she guessed correctly, the conjurer is probably of the same nature as the demon public security, and it is a profession dedicated to exorcising curses.

Seeing that the person on the other side was silent, Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking: "Miss, won't you tell me your name? Thankfully, I was looking forward to it."

"Marchma."

"Huh? Are you a foreigner..."

Before Wutiao Wutiao finished speaking, he saw Maqima making the gesture just now, and secretly felt something bad in his heart.

——!

"Ha, Miss Mazima, this power is really not covered..."

Gojo Satoru spat out a mouthful of blood, and the black eyepatch was damaged in the sudden situation just now, revealing his blue eyes, and his white hair immediately fell apart.

The attack just now passed through the infinite spells around him, and directly touched him!

If he hadn't teleported to another place in time, he would probably look the same as the previous curse spirit now.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help shaking off goosebumps all over the place.

However, he made a mistake just now. It is not difficult to see from the previous ability that Maqima should be able to directly attack the target without defense by knowing the name of the target.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't plan to take the same attack a second time.

At first, Machima felt that Gojo Satoru's claim of being the strongest was bragging, but now it seemed that he was able to dodge her ability calmly, and he should be considered one of the best among conjurers.

It would be too wasteful to kill.

"Mr. Gojo, can you tell me about curses and conjurers in more detail?"

"Yes, yes, but I don't know when you will attack me again. In layman's terms, you are a dangerous person. Even I can't talk to you about us."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to straighten his haircut, then looked straight at Machima.

"Is that so...it's not unreasonable."

Machima pondered for a few seconds, then said again: "Then that's it, Mr. Gojo can attack me as much as he likes now, and I won't fight back."

"Of course, it's okay to kill me. I use this method in exchange for your trust. Is it okay for Mr. Wujo?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to come up with such a method.

It was the first time that someone dared to joke with him like this when he grew up so big. Although his character was not likable, most people basically avoided him.

He still couldn't help laughing out loud: "Pfft——hahahahahahahaha, you are really crazy, Maqima, are you really not afraid of death? Or are you sure I won't kill you?"

Or, are you sure you won't be killed?

Mazima's expression remained unchanged, and there was no tremor in her voice: "That's not true. Don't you need it?"

"No need, as long as you have this awareness, you definitely don't mind being killed by me when you do it, don't you think so?"

Gojo Satoru took out a pair of black eyepatch from somewhere, put it on slowly, and tidied his white hair meticulously.

The smile on the corner of the man's lips was even bigger: "Then, let's go to the wagashi shop!"

-

At the same time, there are 4 lessons on the magic.

"The firework festival is over, why didn't Ms. Machima come back?" Hayakawa looked around for a week, and everyone was here, except his boss.

Under normal circumstances, this is completely impossible, after all, Maqima has always been punctual.

Ji Ye heard the words and said, "Maybe I'll be back in a while."

Hayakawa shook his head: "To be honest, I have a bad feeling."

"Why? If it's that person, there shouldn't be anything to worry about, right?" Dongshan Xiaohong asked puzzled.

"Hahaha, if there are really bad people, then it's time to pray for the bad people!"

"I hope so..."