Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic, apparently belonging to a religious academy, is located in a mountain forest far away from the city. The buildings in the school are mostly sacrificial. Rare combat power, likewise, every member is more or less a little crazy.

But for me, who is just passing by and not wanting to join, these problems are not big.

I took out the gaudy card that Gojo Satoru threw to me, scanned it inside and out again with a rigorous attitude, and finally came to the painful statement of "this is just an ordinary handwritten card" in conclusion.

The only unusual thing about it is probably based on the fact that "Gojo Satoru wrote it himself".

Come on, Gojo Satoru.

I calmly stuffed the card back and stood in front of a big formation with my hands on my hips.

The system is unknown and invisible to the naked eye. On the contrary, the meaning of energy fluctuation and deterrence is obvious. This should be the so-called "Boundary of Tianyuan".

Some trouble.

Take back the aura on your body first, and withdraw your extroverted perception and flowing battle energy first. Although there may be five traces of magic power left on your body, it is absolutely no problem to pass. As for the details, just in case Open a kaleidoscope to cheat?

I closed my wide cuffs and fell into a short thought.

I don't know how many people's desks the information about my existence will be placed on through this journey today.

At that time, will they study "Naruto Biography" carefully because of the name "Thousand Hand Flower"?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it wasn't aimed at you," I quickly restrained my smile, and nodded to the person who appeared inside the barrier, "This sir?"

"Night Moth is right." The burly man wearing sunglasses returned the salute, "The principal of this school, Your Excellency is 'Thousand Hands'..."

When it came to the surname, his voice paused, and he continued as if nothing had happened: "Miss Qianshouhua?"

I couldn't help laughing again: "Yes, it's me."

It turned out that the headmaster himself came out to pick him up. Due to the blocking of his sunglasses, he couldn't see his eyes clearly when they looked at each other. However, it was quite obvious that there was a hint of vigilance in this kind of kindness. Rather, this attitude was more like A reliable adult.

When someone led the way, I ignored my thoughts of probing and followed obediently, bypassing the curved steps, stepping over a few vermilion torii gates, and arrived at the "very durable training ground" in Gojo Satoru's mouth.

Several acquaintances I know are breaking things down here.

For example, Zenyuan Maki who swung a broad ax to kill all directions, or Knotaba Yuhito who escaped in embarrassment wherever she went.

Of course, the first person to notice me was the panda who looked up from time to time while pinching his phone: "Huahuajiang is here——"

Leading the way, Noctua Zhengdao watched as a black and white ball approached at high speed.

I enthusiastically responded: "I'm coming, Panda—"

No one can say no to a panda sticker, no one!

"Yo, Zhengdao," the enthusiastic panda slammed on the brakes in front of the guardian, "You guys came together?"

"Mr. Night Moth picked me up," I took over the topic: "Wu Tiao should have said hello?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't admit it, nor denied it, the panda blinked its small black eyes: "Speaking of Enlightenment, since I picked it up, I've been too busy to see anyone."

I also blinked my big black eyes: "Since I'm busy, there must be no one to see."

Night Moth Zhengdao didn't stay to listen to the unnutritious conversation between the two of us, and nodded slightly: "I brought the person, excuse me."

"Huh," I looked at the back of this man walking away, "is it really just to lead the way?"

The furry bear lowered his head: "Otherwise, what do you think?"

"I thought," I whispered, "you would be curious about my origin?"

"It's very curious, super curious." Panda's ears trembled, "Isn't it because all of you are here—"

"Pang Da," is Zenyuan Maki who has won a big victory with a big axe on his shoulders, "why is it so slow to pick up someone, it's your turn!"

"Oh——" the prodded man grinned, and took the lead, "We are fighting, are you interested in taking a look first?"

"Okay." I was not used to straightening my loose robe, and straightening the bamboo hat on my head, "you can do whatever you want, don't worry about me."

"...By the way." Attracted by the swaying bells on the bamboo hat, he couldn't help but look back at me, and then at me again: "What kind of clothes are you wearing—"

"Hey, I thought you could recognize it?" I waved my sleeves flamboyantly, "I dug it out from the closet, doesn't it have that smell?"

The panda's expression was filled with the desire to complain for a while, but he was destined not to have this opportunity to spit it out quickly.

"Let's talk after we finish typing, Hui has been waiting for you for a long time." Chanyuan Maki appeared on his flank with a broad ax in hand.

"Salmon." Another voice approached quietly.

Before he had time to react, Fat · 200 · Da was kicked off the field by Gouju · 165 · Thorn, who had been ambushing him for a long time.

"Senior Fat Da," Fu Heihui, who was waiting in the center of the potholed and knife-ridden field, said with a weary expression, "Please advise."

"Hiss, the kick is really ruthless, Thorn." The panda with a footprint printed on the white fur on its back stood upright with a grin: "...Okay, Hui, just attack directly."

"Yes, I'm sorry." A young man with prickly black hair frowned, and in the next second, a small crater appeared on the ground, and the two figures collided heavily.

I watched intently for a while, and there was no fluctuation of unknown power. It was obvious that the two were competing with pure physical strength, and then I understood: "Special physical training."

"The Kyoto sister school exchange meeting is not far away. This year's situation is a bit special, so we have to prepare early." After the fight, Zenyuan Maki was dry, and threw the broad ax she was carrying aside: "This ax is not bad."

"Dang!"

The sound of the broad ax hitting the concrete floor sounded so solid that I couldn't help but estimate its weight.

It's a nice weapon.

It must be cool to swing.

In the original process, it seems that there has never been an ax-like weapon?

"Are you looking at that? Wutiao-sensei mentioned it casually before," she picked up the energy drink beside her with one hand, "I went to try it, not to mention the power, this kind of big thing is quite relaxing when you swing it."

Decompression...

"That's true," I thought of the naginata at the same time, and nodded, "and it's super imposing."

It doesn't matter what other people think about a weapon, as long as it suits you and you can wield it comfortably.

"I knew you would think the same way," the tall girl seemed a little happy, as she scooped up another bottle of drink, unscrewed it and handed it to me. "Speaking of your outfit..."

"It seems a bit silly to wear this in summer," this is already the second person who said so, I dialed the bell I was wearing: "...Anyway, I'm not afraid of the heat, this body can also shade the sun."

When this well-crafted robe that perfectly restores the deity appears in your cabinet, who can refuse?

Even the dark patterns on it are so luxurious!

"Not at all!" A vigorous voice joined the topic, and the pink head belonging to Yuzu Yujin poked over: "It's very suitable for you!"

"Right!" I finally got the reaction I wanted, and I held my head high: "The girl is in the second class!"

Knotabagi Youruhito immediately raised his arms and responded: "Youth is too!"

The silent dog Curly Thorn immediately: "Salmon salmon!"

The panda and Fu Heihui in the background were having a bang, but now there were no audience.

The last person who looked on curiously, the one who didn't know, the only girl among the first-year freshmen, looked left and right, extremely puzzled, but obviously shocked.

The shocked orange-haired girl raised her hand: "Oh——"

"Wild Rose, why don't you..." Zenyuan Maki had a headache, she glared at the younger generation who had always been well-behaved, after all, she was the only normal person present, and said firmly He answered the question in his heart: "I understand the truth, senior, but with your body..."

"—Obviously it's the robes of the Akatsuki organization!"

……

All in all, after a friendly but not nutritious exchange, our relationship has taken a step forward, and we can already talk about some innocuous and less sensitive topics.

Except for the black-faced panda and Fu Heihui who was beaten into a panda face.

Then I laughed out loud.

"Pfft...sorry, haha, cough," I waved my hand at the inquiring gazes of the last few people, "I just think it's good to be like this now."

That's great, everyone is doing well, and they can still play around like this.

It is because of this that the two Gojo Satoru are probably missing during the summer, which should be the busiest time for conjurers.

The embarrassed Fu Heihui listened to the noise of the people next to him, cleaned up his wounds, was silent for a while, and approached me when there was a short gap beside me, and whispered: "So, our world is also "Naruto", Right?"

Wow, found out so quickly.

I raised the bamboo hat that covered my eyes, and looked at the speaker: "How do you say it?"

"Obviously, you and Mr. Wutiao didn't intend to hide it at the beginning. It might be better to say that you deliberately led us to guess in this area." Fu Heihui's face showed no emotional fluctuations, only the tense tone revealed his innermost feelings. Uneasy: "Since ninjas can appear in reality, why can't conjurers appear in comics?"

Yeah, why not.

What's more, he, Polygonum cuspidatum, witnessed this person and another Wutiao teacher fall from the sky.

These days, he has been thinking about what kind of future it is that can make that Wutiao teacher say the word "destroy the world".

"Are you afraid?" I asked suddenly.

"No." The boy named Fu Heihui gritted his teeth, "I want to know, what is the name of that book? "The Legend of Youren"?"

"Why 'YUJI', not 'MEGUMI'" After a distance, Youruhito, who listened openly with his extraordinary hearing, fully demonstrated his ability to focus on the key points: "Or 'SATORU' is more symmetrical?"

"Don't play tricks, Knotweed." Fu Heihui's nerves that were about to be broken visibly relaxed, and his expression looked extremely helpless, "Come here if you want to listen. Senior doesn't seem to be trying to hide it?"

He looked at me questioningly, I shook my head indifferently, and by the way changed the posture of talking with each other: "It's better to say, this is one of my goals...so you don't need to stay so far away on purpose."

"Then I won't be polite." The first person who came over was the orange-haired girl with pricked ears. She readily put down the pretentious cover in her hand, strode forward, and sat down on the spot, "Nagizaki Wild Rose, this The same level as the two guys."

Then, several secretive second graders came over one after another.

"So, you came here in this suit on purpose?"

I was silent for a second, and confessed honestly: "I'm sorry, but this is really my interest."

"So you're a ninja—"

I said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I'm not a ninja either. Strictly speaking, I've only scratched the surface of what a ninja can do."

Ninjutsu, except for the taijutsu that can be used, all ninjutsu can only learn wood escape, and the psychic technique that I finally learned is still ineffective. After opening the kaleidoscope, I finally learned the illusion, but I can only use it on myself...

For some reason, the panda suddenly became angry: "Really, I don't believe it."

"..." I looked at Zenyuan Maki, "Why is he angry?"

"Probably thinking about getting angry," Chanyuan Maki's eyes wandered: "Don't worry about him."

In the end, the reliable Fu Heihui brought back the topic: "You and Wutiao—"

"About five articles," I stopped him from continuing, "Sorry, he needs to tell you this himself, I can't intervene."

Fu Heihui frowned: "But..."

"He didn't tell you, probably because he didn't think it was necessary, or," I tried my best to conceive the words, and finally found that each one was cold and cold, "or you can't be useful in his actions for the time being."

Everyone was silent.

Because no one knows what Gojo Satoru is doing.

Can't everyone help?

"It's temporary," I corrected, "I'm still a student, the first grade, the second grade... just started, try to survive and grow up, don't let him be alone, isn't that all right?"

Sooner or later, I will leave anyway, and the ones who can stand firmly by Gojo Satoru in the end must be his students.

But speaking of being alive, I glanced at the black-haired boy in front of me, and recalled a series of feats that he did afterwards.

My head started to hurt.

How do you advise this?

I always feel that I can super understand his thoughts on these actions, and I can't think of any reasonable and persuasive reasons...

I shook my head violently, dispelling the increasingly dangerous thoughts.

There are ways.

To judge others by oneself, in fact, it is enough to ensure that there are people stronger than him, or that there are people around him when the incident happens, and then make sure that those who can hold him are still alive.

Let the living change slowly.

So, the big question—

"Knotweed," I looked at the young man who was carrying a terrible curse and was soberly watching himself stepping into death, "Do you have ideals?"

The boy who was waiting for me to get through the question was obviously taken aback, and made a questioning voice: "...Huh?"

"Ideals, dreams, goals, will, or whatever you call it," I repeated: "You have to give everything for it, not only to die for it, but above it, even if your muscles and bones are broken, you have to grit your teeth and move forward. Is there a survivalist?"

The pink-haired boy opened his mouth blankly, as if he was about to spit out a few words, but I interrupted him: "Think about it, it's not a proper death like 'die surrounded by everyone'."

silence.

After being silent for a long time, the boy named Knotabagi Yuhito, who was sentenced to death by everyone, showed a smile that could not be called a "laugh".

He said softly, "Senior, I want to have it."

At this moment, I thought: Look, the clothes I'm wearing today are really suitable.

——It is suitable to open a kaleidoscope to make troubles.

"..." I closed my eyes, then opened them again: "Then go find it."

A black-red kaleidoscope bloomed in these eyes, and the pupil technique that once carried the evil of this world was fully opened, briefly overwhelming the cursed king who was trying to make a move.

Not good at learning, the illusion of deception can only be used on oneself, but it doesn't matter, as long as one's senses are linked with that person, and synchronized, it only takes a few seconds——

Now, I can't hear, I can't see, I can't feel.

Only this time, only here, audiovisual prohibition.

"—"

The bamboo hat that was buckled on my head fell backwards due to the excessive range, and my hearing was blocked. The bell that was supposed to make a sound just rolled down at my feet, and I opened my overloaded eyes wide. maintain this slight advantage.

"I have a blade." I looked into a dark void, and said word by word: "Evil·ghost·kill·kill·zhi·blade."

The name of the sword is Yanrong, which cuts ghosts and kills undead ghosts.

Naturally, it can also be cut——

"Well……!"

The advantage disappeared quickly, and the furious domain of the cursed king began to counterattack. No matter how fast the synchronization was cut off, there were still countless small blades that cut my vision. Boy: "As expected...it's not a big problem."

"senior--"

Great, no hearing loss.

I breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the hand covering my eyes, and still did not open my eyes: "Perhaps it is absurd, the curse spirits you have been getting rid of all the time, the upper class of the curse spirit group, has ideals-the five brought back Regardless of his position, his ideals are magnificent."

Let the group of curse spirits reoccupy the world, and even say "I don't need to be the one who will laugh out loud in the wilderness a hundred years later", regardless of their actions, at least their thoughts are worthy of respect.

The surrounding suddenly became quiet for some reason, so quiet that I could clearly hear the sound of my groping and trying to find the bamboo hat that fell by my feet, so that I had to raise the volume slightly to try to cover it:

"That kind of thing, there are five, you may or may not know it, but he is indeed making concessions and sacrifices that you can't think of. Well, maybe there are more others now?"

In the beginning, it should be reforming the spell class. Now, there are probably more, such as destroying the original future?

The shuttle's fingers swept across the binding thread, driving the bell that rolled down somewhere, and there was a jingling sound.

"—So, you, how about you?"

Is there an existence who worked hard to survive?

"..."

Unexpected silence.

I sighed, and clumsily pulled up the thread: "Please, go find it."

Under the midsummer sky, the venomous sunlight made me feel a little dizzy. In the pitch-black field of vision, it was probably an illusion. I seemed to see this body as an arrow again, passing through the never-ending storm, constantly collapsing Annihilated, but tenaciously reborn, "Meltryllis" has endured pain, loneliness, separation, and tearing time.

White forehead hair, eyes of the sky, absurd actions, arrogant laughter, and bright red blood falling from the snow-white eyelashes.

"Find it, put it in your heart, and arm it with a steel body. As long as the heart beats, it can sleep on your chest forever."

"Like 'NARUTO', live with it and become stronger."

Let this cruel world change from "Spell Return" to "YUJI", or "MEGUMI", or "SATORU", or anything else, whatever.

As long as it's not...

There was a slight pulling feeling from the other end of the binding thread. At some point, there was an extra breath in the room. I let go of my hand in a daze, and the thread slipped off.

Then, the scorching sun was separated, and the bamboo hat that should have fallen to the ground was snapped back on my head.

"Are you looking for this?"

A bell was gently, like a feather, placed in my palm.