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

"Don't move!"

The closed door was kicked open, and Fu Heihui, who had gone and returned, rushed in with a few armed high school students, and the panda who kicked the door at the head shouted: "Intruder, you have been arrested!" Surrounded, let go of the one inside..."

Is it an enemy attack——?

Wait, can Mr. Toikama see the curse spirit?

Reflexively, I lowered my hands covering my head and stood in front of Mr. Tomama.

"Crack...crack...bang!"

The dilapidated door made a final struggle and fell miserably to the ground.

There are many people inside and outside facing each other.

"...What are you doing?" I was tense and alert to the invisible curse spirit that might appear, and I didn't know what expression to use for a while, so I could only ask my soul with a wooden face: "What exercise?"

"Just now, you had an expression of imminent disaster..." Fu Heihui, who had a sparse expression, couldn't control his eyes and fell behind me. The rare facial management failed, and he stuttered: "Then we detected a strange person who suddenly appeared. It exists, the expulsion failed, and the location happens to be in this room..."

"Lean back," Mr. Tomama, known as a certain strange existence, put a hand on my shoulder, motioning for me to relax: "Don't be so nervous."

You know I'm nervous, so be normal.

"Okay, I got it." I followed his force and stepped back, relying on his blindness, curled my lips, and muttered in a low voice: "But the action is faster than the brain, and it will be like this when I react, what can I do. "

At this time, it happened to be a body exchange, and Mr. Feima lowered his head and glanced at me: "Huh?"

I was shocked by this look, and immediately quickened my pace: "——Nothing!"

Hmph, I don't care if there are curse spirits anyway!

I have absolute confidence in the strength of Mr. Tomama. With the experience accumulated in battles and the perception of changes in slight power, if there is a magic spirit, it may be faster than I found out.

On the other hand, with this person's outstanding five senses, if he says he's fine, he's really fine.

Therefore, the greatest possibility is that these people actually regarded the sudden appearance of Mr. Toika as an intruder.

"There are no intruders here. As for this one," I poked my head out from behind Mr. Feijian, and looked at the few people staying at the door again: "This is Mr. Feijian——Thousands of hands, don't worry. I flew Thunder God along the space, sorry, I didn't have time to say hello to everyone...you may have heard of this name?"

"Crack."

Before the words fell, there was another sound of the door cracking.

I heard the reputation, half of my face was blocked by the high collar, and the dog who couldn't see his expression clearly put down the cracked door bar nonchalantly: "...@￥%&!"

He paused, as if he was organizing his words, and after a second he said again: "&*%￥##@￥!!"

My expression tends to be confused.

It turns out that Goujuan language still has such a profound pronunciation.

"You think too much, it should be due to emotional ups and downs and brain overload," Pang Da explained sympathetically, "Spine's language function is temporarily broken."

I don't know what to say: "Oh..."

"Don't worry about him," Zenyuan Maki, who was standing at the air vent with his long soldiers on his back, glanced at this side in awe, and dragged back the sluggish junior blocking the door with one hand, "Since it's a misunderstanding, let's first— —”

No dragging.

Youren's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his eyes were as bright as searchlights: "Senior's senior! Hello! Your safety!"

I involuntarily covered my eyes.

So flashy.

To be honest, I am used to it, but outside, especially in a strange and confrontational environment, Mr. Feima is actually not a person who will completely restrain his momentum.

For the sake of deterrence and warning, this group of ninjas from the Warring States Period fought on the battlefield from birth to prime of life. Even Chakra has the sharpness and blood that can cut people, and in addition, he has been in a high position for a long time in the later period... In short, it is to highlight one not to be trifled with.

In this situation, the one who can still go through the normal social process, Knotweed Yuren, deserves to be you.

So at this time, what attitude will our Lord Tobima accept this gauntlet?

I probed more and more curiously, and the mood of rushing to the front line to eat melons was beyond words.

"Good day."

The person who was greeted ignored a few people with different expressions, nodded flatly, and then backhanded my head that was protruding forward more and more wildly, and said in a low voice: "Be safe."

"Oh..." The force was not strong, it belonged to the thrust that could immediately resist success as long as I refused, and I had no reason to refuse when I had nothing to do, so I obediently let this force push me back.

It feels really good to have someone in front of you who can touch fish!

"By the way," after thinking about it, I carefully added: "Mr. Tomama, they are the hosts of this place, and I am here as a guest."

"Well, I know." His reply came from the front, "Aren't you guys coming in to talk?"

In the silence, Zenyuan Maki spoke on behalf of everyone: "We..."

Also at the same time, another female voice who went back and forth sounded: "Why are you all gathered here... Wait, maybe someone can explain, what's going on with my door?"

……

In the end, it didn't surprise the headmaster of Noctumoth Zhengdao.

As the main troublemaker, I was sitting next to Mr. Toikama, listening to the two mature adults fighting back and forth, and my expression gradually became blank.

No matter how long you grow up, you still can't adapt to this kind of social etiquette and diplomatic language.

That's why I've been accused of being immature.

Fortunately, I was not the only one who was wandering in the scene——

At the edge of the field of vision of the frosted glass, the bored Gojo Satoru changed his sitting position again.

'oh? The high school teacher who keenly caught the gaze made a gesture in this direction.

"What a coincidence, Huahuajiang~"

he said silently.

...What's the matter with the sense of sight that the teacher above speaks and the students below go off on a errand?

The corners of my eyes twitched, and I decided to callously pretend not to see.

It is also the case that I don’t listen to the lectures in class. If I am a poor student who can’t understand the class, this person is a student who has already mastered all the knowledge and dislikes the boring class.

Can you believe that Wujo Wu, who was born in a big family, can't understand these things?

No, he simply didn't want to.

So in the end, among the four people present, I was the only rookie.

...It's okay, it's not a big problem.

I thought optimistically, isn't Mr. Tomama coming.

Although Mr. Tomama who came here is occasionally weird, like a riddleman.

Because it was inconvenient to speak, I subconsciously poked the side of Chakra with a strong sense of presence with my sensory tentacles.

With Mr. Tomama at the front, I can safely leave unfinished things to him for a while, free my brain, and don't have to force myself to do everything I am not good at-after realizing this, I have never The feeling of deep fatigue surged almost immediately.

Wait, what just happened?

The field of vision is dimming at a rapid speed, or in other words, the heavy eyelids are covering at an undeniable speed, the sound decibels are simultaneously decreasing, chaos, chaos——

I heard Toma-san's approaching voice: "Excuse me, this is an idiot."

………………?

After a long reflex arc, I analyzed and understood the meaning of this sentence, and I punched angrily.

"You're right." About Gojo Satoru's voice replied, "You're indeed an idiot."

Not how even you? !

My outstretched hand stopped abruptly in mid-air, hesitating whether to hit the instigator nearby, or take a turn around and hit the latecomer who obviously deserved a beating.

Now I don't seem to be able to handle such complicated multiple choice questions.

I am in a dilemma.

There was a long, long silence, and just when I was thinking about giving up because I fell asleep, an undisguised laugh suddenly broke out in the room.

I was shocked, most of the drowsiness was scared away: "Who? Who is laughing at me?!"

"Hahaha, cough, puff haha, um cough! I said, Huahua," struggling in the grotesque world of reality and dreams, a pair of heavenly pupils belonging to Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared close at hand, with a genuine smile Meaning: "Do you want to think about—"

What are you thinking about?

I widened my eyes, watching the white hair belonging to Gojo Satoru being crushed by another white hair that fell from the sky.

"Hey, Teacher Noctua, it's about time, I'm here to find... oh~ I just happen to be the other one too," Wutiao teacher who suddenly appeared with a large and small bag of desserts on his shoulders, gracefully took off his sunglasses, very aristocratic He winked at the people present, "Are you guys having some kind of meeting, take me too?"

"Before then," Noctua Moth, who had endured too many shocks in a day, picked up the sunglasses that had slipped off, with a blank expression on his face: "I need more than one explanation."

"Okay, then let this guy who suddenly appeared tell the truth," Mr. Wujo, who was severely beaten and just pulled his head out from the floor, was full of murderous aura: "If you feel uncomfortable, please don't be polite. You can beat him up for me, night moth old teacher."

Facing the justice from heaven at close range, I opened my eyes wide, and at the same time, I was inexplicably looking forward to the next five major internal struggles.

want to see!

"No, you don't want to."

A pair of hands covered my eyes from behind, "It's time for you to rest."

"But I want to see it," I tried to bargain, "Fei~jian~sir~sheng~"

"...No," the voice in the darkness was cold and ruthless, "Who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes just now?"

Indeed, I was getting more and more sleepy: "But..."

"They can't fight," the more patient person than usual let me struggle to pull the hand covering my eyes, and said in a tone as steady as his hand: "Unless they don't want you to live."

My protesting hand paused: "Yes."

I still bear the repulsion of these two people, the one who really gets hurt in the fight is me.

"Okay." The gentle and healing yang power was transmitted from the palm close to the eyelids. The comfort made the already weak will retreat again, and the patient hunter gently persuaded: "I will help you watch."

"Go to sleep."

In the tightly covered darkness, I still couldn't resist the drowsiness after all, so I gave up the last struggle and let my consciousness sink into the deep sea.

Yeah, me too...it's time to rest.

The two Wujo Satoru, who were sparring across a night moth Zhengdao, stopped their movements in unison, and looked at the sleeping traveler with stretched eyebrows and eyes.

After going through several worlds, she finally ushered in a sleep that was completely relaxed and free from worries.

Have a good dream, my (our) Passionlip.