The mountain god is me

December is approaching quietly, the bitter wind blows through the incomplete buildings, only half of the electronic screen is stubbornly flashing black and white snowflakes, the scattered wires beside it are slumped in the puddles, and the wire ends exposed in the air emit "" from time to time. Zilazila" sound.

I walked in this post-disaster world of steel and concrete, and the Shibuya in front of me was like a war of the century. There were no panic-hiding crowds, only a desolation.

After the other end detected Wujo Satoru's position, I didn't rush over immediately. Firstly, he was in good health, and secondly, the students who were like fledgling birds needed to be accommodated.

I patiently introduced the situation of Kawasaki City to the students, and led them to meet people and do things. I didn't think about it until they were almost proficient in using it.

I didn’t take them with me when I came to find Gojo Satoru this time. The situation outside is complicated, so staying in the barrier in Kawasaki City can protect the students well.

I kicked a few pieces of gravel away, and I stood on top of a pile of ruins.

The position guided by the golden thread is here, but what about people?

My eyes looked around, except for the ruins or the ruins, I stared at the stones under my feet thoughtfully.

The gold thread hooked happily, and the corners of my mouth twitched to lift up the collapsed cement block.

There was still cement under the cement block, and I lifted another block, then two, three... I don't know how many blocks were lifted, and the original appearance of the ruins was revealed before my eyes.

I looked up, and I was in a huge pothole. Above it was a roughly round and bright sky, and there were circles of traces on the wall of the pothole. The debris of bricks, porcelain plates, and elevators were scattered on the ground irregularly. , there are several twisted and broken tracks lying on the side.

like a giant station...

The golden thread twisted its body again, impatiently guiding the direction. I walked around a ruin along the direction and lifted a few boulders blocking the way before arriving at the location.

"Amber...Amber...Amber..."

The golden thread disappeared after completing the task. I raised my eyebrows and looked at the person in front of me. This is really an acquaintance.

The brown-haired boy wore black cat ears, and held a box full of eyes in his hands. Seeing me looking at him, the black cat's tail arched into a semicircle uneasily.

"Ema?" I yelled uncertainly. The young man raised his cat ears, glanced at me and then at the box, then threw the box away, smacking a smile and leaned closer to me, behind him The background seems to have bloomed.

"Why are you here?"

The cat's ears trembled, I pressed my hand that was about to move, and asked.

Ema didn't answer, just called my name with a smile, her voice was small and vague.

Only then did I realize that there seemed to be something wrong with Ema's state. Ema should have been seriously injured that time the barrier was broken, even if he didn't die.

We haven't seen each other in the time since then, so he is... stupid?

Ema smiled brightly, but Qingjun's facial features also showed a bit of naivety, but he looked very healthy.

Fortunately, the mantra spirit doesn't need to eat or drink, I thought happily, and I don't know how long he was buried here.

Patting his head reassuringly, Ema smiled even more happily.

"Amber! Amber!"

My attention shifted to the box he was holding, his eyes opened and closed looking vicious, and I let the golden thread pick up the box and circle it in the air.

There was no Gojo Satoru around, so I turned to Ema and asked, "Did you see a tall man? The one with white hair."

I gestured with my hand a few times, Ema tilted her head, took the box, murmured my name, threw the box away, and hugged me resolutely.

"Amber! Amber!" Ema shouted

The gold thread deftly catches the box. I have no choice but to take this stupid Ema. It seems that Ema is looking for me, but because the enchantment covers up my breath, I found the one with the heaviest traces of the gold thread. Wujo Wu.

The gold thread was shaking the box, and I held the box in my hand and felt it carefully.

The box is like an empty box, nothing can be perceived.

But the golden thread can't go wrong, and ordinary barriers can't trap Gojo Satoru, this box... probably can block the magic power.

Maybe it was because the movement of the cement blocks was too loud, and there were faint figures rushing over from nearby. I looked at the Ema with a silly smile on my face, and decided to take people back to my site first.

"Eh--"

The students gathered their heads in a circle, staring at the boxes on the table in amazement.

The box seemed to be alive, it seemed to be aware of these scorching sights and closed its eyes tightly to pretend to be honest.

"So that idiot was locked up here?" Maki crossed her chest, looked at Knotweed with a disgusted face and poked it with her hand.

After piling up the documents all morning, I am now immersed in the doomsday of signing, and I replied without looking up: "Yes."

"Do you know how to open this box?" I asked.

The panda pouted, "It's not like a spell, it's more like a space spell."

"Then just ask." Junpei said.

Nazaki took out his mobile phone and took a picture with a "click", and then dialed the number, "Noctua——"

"You guys!" The night moth on the phone roared, as if his furious face was right in front of his eyes, the students all jumped back in fright.

After rambling on and on, training the students to think of dehydrated cabbages, the night moth stopped.

"It's too much trouble for you this time, Amber." Perhaps knowing that I was by the side, Noctua thanked me.

The fact that the student escaped from the college was discovered the next day. Looking at the empty dormitory, the male mother Yi Dizhi was so frightened that her face faded, and she reported to Noctuma that they both had a headache.

The students walked happily, there were few traces left on the road, and there were no results in the investigation. Just when the two of them were in a state of distress, I called them and told them where the students were, and I finally felt relieved.

"It's nothing. Anyway, I grew up watching it." I replied, "Do you know what that box is? Wutiao was locked in it."

"what--!"

There was another loud cry, and the breath on the other end of the phone was disordered, "You found Gojo Satoru?!"

I looked at the box, "It's not completely found, he is being locked up now."

Noctua was silent for a while, "I haven't seen this spell...it doesn't seem to be a simple spell."

Me: "What happens if you force it open?"

Although Gojo Satoru is in good condition, things are prone to change after a long time, so we still need to open this box as soon as possible.

"Ordinary magic tools will be directly damaged after being forcibly opened, but space-type magic tools will not cause damage to the items inside after being damaged, but it is also possible..."

Night Moth didn't finish his sentence, but I understood what he meant.

I then asked: "How do space-type spells cause damage to objects?"

"It's the energy generated by space scaling."

"That's fine." I had no pressure, "If Gojo Satoru is not restricted, who else can hurt him?"

"Break the spell, and the confinement will also be lifted, so the damage is naturally not a problem, let alone—" He and me.

I swallowed the last half of the sentence, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's okay to store the five articles with me temporarily."

Although it was a discussion, Noctuid also knew that it was the safest way to put it here, so he didn't raise any opinions.

"I'll ask about it," said Night Moth

When the phone was hung up, the students looked at me tentatively, I raised my eyebrows, "Takeuchi—"

The office door opened in response, and seeing Takeuchi coming, the expressions of the students were very complicated.

During this period of time, except for me, Takeuchi was responsible for assigning the specific work to the students. Perhaps because he was my student, Takeuchi was very eager to "seek his son to become a dragon, and his daughter to become a phoenix", completely treating them as princes in the old society Princess training.

Even the pandas have to start learning the piano, which is outrageous.

But I'm still very happy to see it come to fruition. If you have too many skills, you won't be overwhelmed. If you want to change jobs someday, it will be convenient if you have skills.

Takeuchi bowed respectfully and shouted: "President."

Turning to look at the students again, he said with a smile: "The afternoon class should start, the teacher is already in the room, everyone, please don't make the teacher wait too long."

Under the coercion, the students could only accept the afternoon classes in despondency.

After seeing off the students, Takeuchi did not leave the office, he looked at the cat-eared Ema next to me, "Excuse me..."

I turned my head to look at Ema, and Ema met my gaze, so happy that the cat's ears quivered.

"Put an extra bed in my room, and prepare an extra serving of food in the future, and I will take care of the rest."

Ema's situation is quite special, and she likes to cling to me, so I'm afraid that something will happen if I force her to separate.

Hearing what I said, Takeuchi twitched his eyebrows a few times, "...Okay, I see."

He exited the office stiffly, grasping the railing with his hands, his heart was turbulent——

Is this a little boy who eats soft food? !

I didn't know Takeuchi's rich inner activities in the office, and I was worried with the box.

The box is tightly stitched, without a single gap, even under the fierce attack of the gold thread, it is still intact, and it seems that it cannot be opened with brute force.

Seeing me staring intently at the box, the Ema cat and Mao Shousong squeezed his head, "Amber...Amber."

I perfunctorily freed up a hand to touch his head, and fiddled with the box.

Ema seemed to feel that the box distracted me, so she quickly grabbed the box and threw it at the wall while I was unprepared.

"!"

Before I had time to criticize Ema, I quickly threw out the gold wire, and the box hit the wall with a loud sound, and a hole was shattered in the wall, but with the support of the gold wire, the box did not fly far.

"Ema." I gave him a disapproving look, and Ema's cat ears drooped.

In order to prevent him from stealing again, I got up and sat on the sofa in the distance.

Ema lowered her head, dawdled for a while, and followed slowly.

"Amber..." Ema's expression was cautious, as if she also realized that she had done something wrong.

Tossing to no avail, I sighed and planned to put the box away, seeing Ema's probing expression, I was no longer angry.

Who can say no to such a cute retarded cat?

Mao Mao made a mistake, of course he chooses to forgive!

The author has something to say:

The little boy appeared, and Takeuchi's pupils trembled...

Dog man, stay away from us, Mr. Amber!

Panda forced to learn piano: Takeuchi, stay away from me!A panda is just a panda! !