K-type Mage

"boom--!!!"

It was a shocking movement.The ground seemed to tremble.

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses and let out a "Wow".

Fighting so earth-shattering?Angry?

The location of Yuanshen's bookstore is not remote. Standing at a high altitude, he was expected and a little surprised to find that there was no pedestrian activity in the surrounding area, and even the buildings were not damaged at all.

Do you still remember to protect public property even if you get angry enough to fight?

Although he rushed over as soon as he received the call, it was obviously too late.

After the loud noise, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the bookstore appeared intact. From the window on the second floor, he saw the two children and the filth of the curse spirit at the door of the bookstore.

The black-haired young man stepped out of the smoke and dust, and the winter sun pierced through the clouds and cast on him, covering his whole body with a halo of haze.

He looked a bit embarrassed, the dust and debris on the dark long coat were extremely obvious, his expression was no longer as calm as before, and some kind of restrained sadness appeared from his eyebrows and eyes, as if he had forgotten to control his emotions when he was in a trance.

On the other end of the dust is a curly-haired young man in a black robe. He looks equally distressed, but the overly bright brown pupils and the smile on his lips make him look like a child who has just had fun.

Gojo Satoru walked a few steps, waved his hand within the sight of the former, and said hello: "Hey, Mr. Yuan, you don't look very good."

"..." The other party stared at him silently, nodded calmly, and his expression returned to the empty and devoid of any special emotion - that kind of chilling indifference, "Is this the call from Fu Hei? I'm sorry, here you are Trouble."

But he said such very fitting words.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Being able to be so polite with such an expression is really a special skill.

He winked and didn't ask what happened. He just praised the other party for caring about public property while looking at the foreign youth who was standing still at the other end.

Looking at that guy under the sun, there is also a bright attraction like the sun.

"Shen, I'm really disappointed." He said, with a soft tone, "Why don't you show the expression I had when I died in front of you?"

Yuan Shen turned to look at him, with a dull expression on his face, but he remained calm when he spoke, "I didn't live to make you happy."

"But to me, you are. I'm glad to see you survive and insist on being a human being." You En said, pouring out undisguised malice, "You are smart, but you are also slow."

"—Call my name, Yuan Shen."

Yuan Shen: "..."

The fingers hanging by his side curled up and released like convulsions, and his micro-movements could not escape the eyes of other people present, enough for people to get a glimpse of the unstable emotions in his heart.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru realized that he had been glanced at, and the other party showed a very reluctant expression, mixed with too strong disgust, and said, "I refuse."

"I admire your patience." He said to You En, "A hundred years is just a moment to you, but it is a very long time to me—even if you have other ideas in your heart."

"..." You En tilted his head, showing genuine confusion and disbelief, "You guessed right, right? Why do you still say such things?"

Yuan Shen: "There's nothing wrong with saying that. I'm just expressing my affection for the character "Best Friend Eun". Don't interrupt me, naive critic. "

Eun: "...Okay, please tell me."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Deeply aware of the fact that he's completely out of the loop in the quarrel between a pair of falling out friends, he decides to check out the children in the bookstore.

Really can't understand their relationship.Being able to get angry enough to fight, but still be so calm—ah, that's amazing, Mr. Yuan.

Unrelated people voluntarily exited.

In the eyes of others, this pair of close friends who have experienced "parting from life and death", "reunion after death" and "breaking due to different positions" stand on the dusty street, separated by a short distance, but it seems like a chasm lies in the middle .

You En tapped his palms lightly, this time he set up an enchantment to hide others from prying eyes for the next conversation.

"You're really good at acting." Yuan Shen said, still without emotion, a solid shell called "indifference" once again covered this 200-year-old traveler who had survived in another world. The "best friend" represented by that face, who cherishes and even wants to share life, has no fluctuations in his tone, "I'm curious, why did you make out the identity of "Yuen". "

"It's meaningless, my lord god." The flat tone and honorific title concealed sarcasm and annoyance.

Nyarlathotep, the messenger of the outer gods in Cthulhu mythology, the only unrestricted rational expression.Desperate to deceive and seduce human beings, taking their fear and despair as their highest joy - cunning and shrewd, arrogant and cruel, [Crawling Chaos].

Yuan Shen was only one step away from the truth.But even so, he only guessed [the resurrected best friend was transformed by the gods], not suspected [it was the malicious manifestation of the gods from the beginning to the end].

The curly-haired young man, who was listening patiently, tilted his head and smiled brightly: "Don't underestimate yourself, deep." He continued to call the other person's name affectionately, his dark brown eyes sparkling, "This avatar is It was made completely according to human beings, didn't you also not realize it at all?"

Yuan Shen: "..."

Don't remind him about it again.The greatest Waterloo in the life of the traverser - is [The Approved Best Friend is played by the evil god].

"My pleasure?" he asked rhetorically, "Why so soon?"

It was obviously still some time before he found out, but he asked the puppet to come and remind him.Is this kind of thing interesting too?

"At any rate, I've been your best friend for 100 years." [Yuen] replied, "I'm probably the one who knows your existence the most in the world, deep. ——It's too much to even try to test your resurrected best friend."

Brazen guy.

Yuan deeply believed that his anger might be a balloon that was about to burst if it materialized, but in fact, he still acted calmly too much.

He didn't even deny the other side's disgustingly intimate words: 100 years of time, close friends walking side by side, this kind of experience can indeed make one existence deeply understand another existence.

……except him.

He used to bear the grief of a dear friend dying in his arms, trapped in the shackles of self-blame and sorrow, and suffered day after day for this.

... It's ridiculous.

It was him who was stupid.The big fool is also him.

The repeated entanglement with the hostility of close friends is nothing but the mediocrity of being played with.

"...Did I please you?" the traveler asked.

"Of course." The other party replied, "But it's not enough."

"Maybe you should know enough is enough."

"No, I just want to watch you go to the real end."

"True Ending was achieved long ago when I declined your invitation."

"That's Normal Ending, maybe you prefer Happy Ending? ——For example, go back to Earth with your best friends to spend your retirement days?"

"...You talk too much."

"It's the same as before, isn't it?"

"..."

"Hahaha, just kidding, don't attack."

The black-haired young man who silently let go of the strength condensed at his fingertips did not change his face, and as his mood gradually stabilized, he smiled harmlessly and said, "Thank you for your interest in me." Although he didn't want it at all.

"This avatar doesn't seem to be simply a scattered consciousness." Even if it is an imitation of a human being, the maliciousness after the identity is revealed is so strong that it makes people sick. "Is it the body?"

"It's part of it, just like you are now." [Yuen] said, blinking at him, "You can guess, since when, it was the consciousness of the ontology who played your best friend, deep."

"..." A ghost would guess.Either way is the God of Many Faces, meaningless.Genbuka turned his gaze away from him, enduring the urge to blow up this not so "indescribable" avatar, "I'm sorry. Can you please go away?"

[Yuen] laughed loudly: "Your wonderful etiquette is so cute, deep. Do you hate me?"

"..."

"—But even if you hate me, it doesn't matter, I still like everything about you."

"Similarly, I am also looking forward to the good show you put on for me."

"Bye Bye~"

The curly-haired young man with a foreign appearance disappeared into the air, as if he had been silently erased, only the footprints on the dust silently proved his previous location.

Yuan Shen was the only person left on the street.

Yuan Shen stared blankly at the dark and messy street, tiredly raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, and threw a recovery spell to make the street return to its original appearance.

He turned and walked towards the bookstore.

Gojo Satoru and the two children stood at the opened door, with different expressions.

"Guizhi and Fuhei-kun, I made new snacks before, and I can eat them when I'm tired from studying." The black-haired young man said calmly, with a somewhat slow tone, "I want to go up and take a rest first, and please trouble Mr. Wujo."

"...Okay." Natsume Takashi replied in a low voice, looking at the guardian with some concern, "Mr. Yuan, take a good rest."

Knowing that he couldn't laugh at this moment, Yuanshen reached out and rubbed the child's soft hair: "Thank you, Guizhi."

The black-haired youth went up to the second floor.

Gojo Satoru and the two children sat on the sofa in the bookstore on the first floor, neither knowing what to say to each other.

It's rare for an adult to feel a headache. It's hard to explain this situation. Megumi is okay, but Natsume, although the child has strong spiritual power and the talent to become a magician, but his guardian doesn't seem to have the slightest idea to let him get in touch with it. .

Natsume Takashi bit his lip and hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask: "Mr. Gojo, Mr. Youen is obviously Mr. Yuan's best friend, why did you fight?"

During the conversation between the "best friends" on the street outside, Gojo Satoru, who already knew what happened before that from the two children, was silent for a moment, wondering how he knew this question.

Mr. Yuan, who couldn't bear to fight, was so angry that he fought directly. The conflict was probably so intense that he was stepped on to the bottom line. ——I don’t know what happened.

"Their positions are different." In the end, he could only tell the child, "It's like sweet and salty, they have different tastes, so conflicts easily arise."

"...but Yuan-san is very angry." The light-haired boy whispered, "It's still sad."

"...Are you sad?" The white-haired and blue-eyed young man rubbed his chin, not going to say too deeply, "Maybe Mr. You En is too annoying, after all, Mr. Yuan has always had a good temper. Don't worry, their relationship Very good. We also celebrate New Year's Eve together."