K-type Mage

"Your habits are different from many people here." The curly-haired young man in black robe poked his head from under the tree, with a smile in his eyes, "Carving, dazed and sleeping?"

Sitting on the tree was a black-haired young man in the same clothes as him, with a double black look that is rarely seen in this continent. When he looked down, he was gloomy and cold, and his voice was flat and dry: "There is also Lian utensils and potions."

He answered seriously, with an inexplicable stubbornness.

"Your attitude is too indifferent." The curly-haired young man puffed his face in dissatisfaction, and took out his hands behind his back, which were carving knives and wooden blocks, "The rabbit you carved is very beautiful, and it can teach you how to sing. foundation!

"Yuan" glanced at him indifferently, without any ups and downs in his tone: "It's easy to learn."

He jumped down and turned away.

"Why are you ignoring people! How rude!" The curly-haired young man hastily chased after him, "It's the same for the first time we met, you have a terrible personality!"

The black-haired young man stopped, trying to restrain his tone with obvious anger: "Students who are in front of you, don't let me say it a second time."

"—Yuen."

"Actually, this is already the second time, hahaha. See you with a waving hat—it doesn't matter, mother and brother are very powerful!"

"Don't talk about it, you really can't teach Kou Xing Tang Saekang every time you go to В, there are only two of us here, can't we communicate more?"

"...You talk a lot, shut up."

"Ah, that's right! You hate noise, don't you? No wonder I find you in a quiet place every time!"

"This kind of thing has nothing to do with you, right? Don't use your power of observation on other people! Youn!"

"You are so cruel. Doesn't that just show that you are so cruel?

…………

……

At last……

How's it going?

Because they knew each other were mixed in, and they gradually became acquainted with each other in their cooperative studies.

Because of each other's willful or unintentional, in the eyes of other church apprentices, they became "close friends".

One day, Yuan Shen suddenly realized that "this seems to be a relationship between friends." So he gave the other party the golden bell that was refined, and patiently taught the other party the skills of carving.

"Even for a short time, it seems good to meet him in this school." The traveler thought so.

Later, the crimes of the missionary school were exposed, and the traversers set a fire for it, and embarked on the road to escape together with the curly-haired young man who was smiling and standing at the end to help.

This is the beginning of being a good friend.

***

Youn lost the golden bell representing the kindness of the traverser, and now he sent a puppet carved with the skills he taught.

The puppet who came to Genbuka from the path waved at him, and the voice of his friend sounded——

"Go ahead, don't you want to accept the reality sooner rather than later?"

"—Obviously he said it was the enemy first."

When he said this, he was laughing, his voice was full of joy, and his tone was full of mocking malice.

Yuan Shen heard it, and he heard it very thoroughly, because the other party did not hide it when he said this sentence.

This undoubtedly confirms one of his guesses, which is getting closer to the truth.

Some terrible guess.

The traverser has already experienced a lot. During the long and painful torture, he has already learned to control his expression.The greater the emotional ups and downs, the calmer the young man's expression will be, making it impossible for people to see what he is thinking.

Like Yoon said jokingly when he first appeared in front of him.

【"...Every time I encounter something unbelievable, unacceptable, and don't know how to react, it's like this..."】

His face was expressionless, gloomy and cold.

Just like his survival experience several years after crossing.

The expressionless black-haired youth suddenly squatted down and reached out to the puppet who was still waving.

"...that sucks," he said softly, "come here and let me see you."

The puppet, who showed a little stupidity in the movement, put down his hands and looked at him for a while.The first step was taken tentatively.

Then came the second step, and ran up and jumped onto his hand.Lie down in a very comfortable position.

... really good at picking, although it looks a bit stupid, but it feels similar to its maker.

When you see the opportunity, do whatever you want.Insanely arrogant.

Yuanshen stood up, looked down at the puppet carved by his best friend in his hand, and hesitated for a moment.

The best way to solve a problem is not just not to care, but to face it head on and make up your mind.

He slowly closed his palms.

"Crack."

The puppet was crushed.

There is a note inside.

Who the hell knows how to stuff a piece of paper inside a whole piece of wood.It's obviously just a microphone, but it can still send letters?

Genbuka threw away the sawdust with a blank expression, and unfolded the note.

[A guy like you is still suitable for a person.I feel like praying Yarongjun

Even the text reveals a cheerful tone. It is completely conceivable to write these two sentences, and the smile on the young man's face is unbearable.

Yuan Shen kept his face calm, but his hands trembled slightly, feeling a sharp knife piercing into his heart.As if it were an illusion, the mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and there seemed to be a momentary white light blinding sight and sound even in front of his eyes.

It's terrible, at this moment, he still has the mood to repeat such an exclamation in his heart.

...too much.

Yuan Shen thought so calmly.He himself didn't expect that he could calm down so quickly, thinking about the important matter of going to that person to settle accounts.

He is still sad.

The joy of resurrection of a dear friend can dilute the pain and sorrow of hostility.But knowing that the other party may harbor malice from beginning to end at such a time is a crushing despair.

furanlan B

When taking a step, the traverser asked himself in his heart.

What if Yoon is the enemy?

Is Fu Rong timid?

Or, hate?

Repeatedly, profoundly, the traveler asked himself this way, as if repeatedly engraving deep marks on a wound, stubborn to the point of crazy stubbornness.

... No matter what the result is, you will love him.

He finally answered.

He folded the note and put it in his pocket.

The winter wind was still bitter on the cliff, and the curly-haired young man who had stood there before had disappeared.

………………

The phone rang, and when it was not picked up immediately, it continued to ring without stopping.

The strongest conjurer with white hair and blue eyes on the sofa impatiently ignored the old man opposite, took out his mobile phone, and saw the names of the rare calls on it.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, slightly uncomfortable.

"Hui? It's so rare, did you actually fight with the scumbag?" He said with a smile.

The voice on the other end of the phone was breathing fast, with a certain anxious restraint.

"Mr. Gojo! Mr. Yuan, he got into a fight with someone——"

"The bookstore...has a very powerful curse spirit!"

The boy's voice sounded hoarse because of anxiety, and occasionally harsh screams could be heard, which seemed to be in a very lively venue.

"..." Gojo Satoru stood up, "You and Takashi stay together, hide away, and let's steal time!

With the mobile phone in his pocket, he turned his face and glanced at the gloomy bearded old man opposite him, shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "Look, there's nothing wrong with that." Fan: Mu Mou Ke—”

"It's not up to me to decide this matter. If you want to meet that person, go find it yourself. It's easy to find anyway."

The sound of the air turbulent almost burst the eardrums, and he disappeared in the living room in an instant.

The bearded old man on the sofa opposite me was left alone. I adjusted my beard and eyebrows disturbed by the air, and my expression was so gloomy that it turned into black charcoal.

..............................

Today Fuguro Megumi and Natsume Takashi made an appointment to study together at the bookstore.The guardian of the latter has already stated that he will not ask anything and does not need to ask his opinion, anyway, he is very welcome——

All in all, Fu Heihui wasn't very nervous when he came here after school today, anyway, it wasn't the first time he came here.

"Where did Mr. Yuan go? Didn't he pick you up?" He asked curiously as he was walking towards the bookstore.The mutual person of the other party took good care of them for a few days, sending and picking up people every morning and evening, and even the bento was very delicious.It was a very surprising thing to suddenly say that he would go out and not pick up someone, at least he was surprised.

The light-haired boy scratched the back of his head shyly. "Hey, I'm nine years old, and I can't always ask Mr. Yuan to pick me up—the school is also very close to the bookstore, so I asked for it myself."

Fu Heihui expressed his understanding that he was very able to understand the other party's thoughts.Sometimes he just doesn't want an adult to pick him up, and he doesn't want Tsumiji to pick him up. His sister is not much different from him in age.

The bookstore is just around the corner from the street.When turning the corner, the two children saw the curly-haired young man standing in front of the door as if about to knock.Wearing black robes that seemed a bit strange now, from their perspective, their expressions seemed to be contemplative and cheerful.

"Ah..." They recognized each other's project, Natsume Takashi exclaimed softly, "Mr. Eun?"

He was obviously Mr. Yuan's best friend, but he stopped showing up the day after New Year's Eve.The boy who woke up in the morning and got two red envelopes under his pillow was embarrassed to ask Mr. Yuan, but he still had a good impression of him in his heart. ——Of course, the premise is that the other party is Mr. Yuan!The best friend of his guardian.

The curly-haired youth noticed the two children, and turned his face to look at them with a bright smile: "Good afternoon, Guizhi and Fuhei-kun. Isn't Shen here now?

"Mr. Yuan went out this morning, did you have something to do with him?" Natsume Takashi asked shyly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm smiling and looking forward—" The young man's voice elongated strangely at the end, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Do you like him very much?"

"...Yes, yes." Takashi Natsume stuttered a bit, and admitted, "Mr. Yuan is a good person."

"—I see." You En smiled even more happily, "It's only natural that you like him, that guy has been very likable before, you must know that before he was a cold-faced ice cube, and people always approached him .”

Fu Heihui looked at this young man who had only met once, and keenly felt that there was something wrong with the other party's attitude and words from the very beginning.

He is obviously Mr. Yuan's friend, why would he feel this way?He couldn't help but grab Natsume Takashi's clothes and took a step back.

Natsume Takashi, who was still trying to contact the relationship between the "ice cube" in You En's words and the guardian, was taken back, a little dazed: "Hui Jun?"

You En took advantage of his height and leg length to make the two children's retreat completely useless. He bent down and leaned in front of the two children with a smile, and said, "What's the matter? Why did you back off?"

"..." Fu Heihui trembled, his face turned pale.

Natsume Takashi realized something, and took his friend back vigilantly.

This time Eun didn't catch up, and showed a sad expression as if he had lost interest: "Guizhi, but quietly don't ask for money, why do you retreat so nervously? I hate Bai Rongjun

Natsume Takashi couldn't answer that question.He just felt that Hui Jun was not in the right state, and he also felt that Mr. Eun was a bit strange...

"No matter what you say or do, anyone will hate it." A cold voice sounded from the side, the voice was hoarse due to anger, and the black-haired young man who came from the other side blocked the two children.

"Go away, Eun." Yuan Shen said briefly and forcefully.