Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Maqima felt a strong sense of disobedience.

Obviously, the curse spirit in front of him can't communicate with people normally, but there is a very abnormal feeling. The aura of human beings and the curse spirit is completely different. Mazima can distinguish it, but the breath of this monster in front of him is like The curse spirit is also like a human being.

It is a hybrid of chaos, half mantra, half human.

"Get out of the way! That spike is unstoppable!!"

——!

The boy with black blond hair appeared at the safe exit at some point, his breathing fluctuated severely due to the intense exercise, and his sweat was dripping on the ground.

The boy held on to the door, panting continuously: "You... run quickly..."

Maqima turned her head when she heard the words, the boy's figure flashed past the corner of her eyes, and she asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lone Claw Grinding was taken aback: "Huh?"

Ah, speaking of why he would do such a troublesome thing, and it would easily cost his life, obviously he doesn't want to die at all, and he hates trouble the most.

It's so strange why he came upstairs.

No...it's because of her.

He said, "Because...you are still here."

At this time, Maqima still had the same expressionless face, her golden eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without waves, completely different from when she was downstairs just now.

"Volleyball... volleyball... I hate volleyball! I hate subs! I hate it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat..."

Lone Claw Grinding finally heard the voice of the reformer not far away, and asked suspiciously: "Volleyball?"

He seemed to remember that it was a substitute for a certain high school team in the qualifiers last year. on the playing field.

Even though he has turned into a monster beyond recognition at this moment, he can still see it with his breath and intuition.

For the first time, he knew that some people would hate volleyball because they could not play all the time.

But now there are things that are ten thousand times more important than this...

Why is this happening?

At the same time, not far from the shopping mall building, a young man with gray-blue hair was sitting on the roof with his chin propped up, watching what happened inside the building condescendingly.

"Wuwei Transformation", this is a spell to obtain a partner by changing the shape of the soul of a creature.

Although the reformed person is considered a human being, his soul has been transformed into the shape of a cursed spirit, and he can no longer be transformed back into a human being.

Exorcism as a curse spirit, this is the only way.

Mazima took a few steps back to avoid the attacking spell ball. Unexpectedly, the spell ball exploded in an instant, and the ground suddenly collapsed, and the Lone Claw Grinding behind it also fell to the third floor.

Feeling the elasticity under his body, Lone Claw Grinding covered his heart with his hands in shock.

It's so dangerous... Fortunately, there is a rubber pad on the third floor, otherwise at least it will break...

Maqima landed steadily, her calm golden eyes staring straight at the reformer in front of her.

The woman with orange-pink hair raised her head slightly, then slowly raised her right hand into the air, feeling the flow of mantra in her body, and condensed it to her fingertips.

"boom--"

A volleyball hit the modified man's body and landed again.

Lone Claw sharpened a pair of golden cat eyes and stared at the reformed man not far away, his body still maintained the posture after smashing the ball.

The second pass smashes the ball.

He obviously would never do such troublesome things, because he would be tired and exhausted.

Lone Claw Grinding didn't know why, but his body got up on his own initiative just now, he quickly grabbed the volleyball that fell from the shelf to the ground, threw it into the air, then jumped up and smashed the ball.

"Ah..." The young man was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say, he just looked at Maqima.

A few seconds later, he spoke again: "I... have already called the police."

Macchima: "..."

Mazima felt that even if the police were called, the reformer would be able to get rid of him faster, not to mention whether the police could remove the curse, it would be terrible for Lone Claw Grinding not to run away immediately under such circumstances.

As if feeling the change in Machima's aura, the reformer's ugly face was wrinkled together, and tears and snot flowed freely: "I...don't want to die...I still want to play volleyball...volleyball ..."

"boom."

"and many more!"

Hearing the sound, Maqima missed a hit, and a string of counters next to it was punched with big holes. The support was insufficient, and the counters fell to the ground continuously like dominoes, with sharp debris mixed in the smoke and dust. The claw grinder accidentally scratched the side of his face.

He heard clearly that the monster on the opposite side said that he didn't want to die and wanted to play volleyball, so he clearly knew that he was a human being, an ordinary high school student in the volleyball club.

And he didn't hate volleyball because he couldn't play, nor should he just die.

Maqima turned her gaze to the back, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was no trace of panic in her calm eyes: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Lone Claw Grinding was startled: "No, ah, he is actually a human being, it seems that he is not...Anyway, I know him."

The cat's intuition has always been accurate, and his intuition told him that the monster was indeed human, but it didn't look like a human at all, which made him hesitate a bit when he spoke.

Although he actually couldn't even remember the name of the other party, or even the name of the school he was in.

At some point, a frivolous voice suddenly appeared: "Oh, so what's the situation now?"

It is Wujo Satoru.

Maqima was silent, but Gojo Satoru looked around and quickly understood the situation: "This is the reformed person that appeared in the data some time ago. I didn't expect it to appear in a crowded shopping mall."

"Hasn't Machima been dealt with?"

"..."

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Gojo Satoru quickly denied this idea: "Well, it should be impossible, so...the reformer is someone you know as a young man?"

Lone Claw was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the man was calling him. After all, there were only three people and one monster left on the third floor, and he was indeed the only one who could be called a "boy" here.

Lone Claw Grinding nodded.

"However," Gojo Satoru changed the subject, "Even the young people you know can't be helped, they can no longer be turned back into human beings, they can only be exterminated."

As soon as the words fell, the reformer had been crushed to ashes by Gojo Satoru's technique.

"Then... if it was transformed not long ago, it stands to reason that the guy using the technique should be nearby, let me see where it is?"

The white-haired man calmly took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his blue crystal-like "six eyes" were immediately exposed to the air.

And the real person who was sitting on the roof of the building not far away to watch the play, escaped as soon as he felt Wujo Wu's breath.

-

After the aftermath was over, Gojo Satoru accompanied Machima to complete the shopping leisurely, and then called a taxi to sit near the Gojo villa.

Gojo House is located on the outskirts of Tokyo, a distance from the high school of magic arts, but Gojo Satoru will arrive there in a few seconds. This time, he took a taxi to let Machima familiarize himself with the terrain.

It happened to be one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and the two of them missed lunch because of those troublesome things. Just when Gojo Satoru was feeling a little hungry, Machima asked, "Is Mr. Gojo good at cooking?"

Gojo Gojo turned his head when he heard the words: "Huh? I know a little bit, but I'm not good at it, and I usually don't know how to cook."

Surprisingly humbled.

"That's it..." Mazima sighed softly, and went to the kitchen to look at the refrigerator again.

empty.

At this time, Gojo Satoru was already stuck on the sofa, poking the remote control constantly: "Well, since there are no materials, let's forget it, ordering takeaway is also good."

Machima shook her head: "No, I'm not used to it."

Although this is the outskirts, there are supermarkets and shopping malls. After Maqima bought the ingredients, she began to work in the kitchen. Gojo Satoru didn't remind her all the time, but just looked around from time to time.

As expected, Makima is good at cooking.

After the meal, Machima brought out two more pastries from the kitchen: "Here, I baked the cake with the leftover ingredients before, do you have coffee at home?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned by the word "home" at first, and then used a fork to pick up a whole piece of cake: "Ah... yes, a long time ago. I remember that instant coffee has a long shelf life, and it should be drinkable now Bar."

It turned out that she already regarded this place as her home.

"Probably in the kitchen cupboard."

Machima nodded, while Gojo Satoru propped his chin on his snack.

Because there are not many kinds of materials, the cakes made are very simple, but the taste is delicate and fluffy. Before Machima came back from making coffee, Gojo Satoru had already solved it.

It wasn't until the mellow aroma of coffee came that Machima walked back to the dining table with two cups of coffee.

"Is it tasty?"

"Oh, not bad."

Maqima pushed the portion in front of him to him, indicating that he could eat it, and then said, "Actually, I have something to talk to Mr. Wujo."

Gojo Satoru was not polite at all: "Okay."