[Exorcist Boy] The whole world thinks I'm a cannon fodder

I chewed the puff and nodded.

"If I'm not mistaken, he used a needle like the old man?" The rabbi asked curiously after taking a sip of the vegetable soup, "Is it turning the blood into a needle to attack?"

Then you could be very wrong.

However, explaining it in words still lacks a sense of imagery. After thinking about it, I simply took off the disposable gloves specially used to eat puffs, and touched the leggings knife set that never leaves my body.

"Huh? Ceci you want to... 噫! Wait! Don't—"

By the time the rabbi finally realized what I wanted to do, it was already too late. I rolled up my sleeves and stabbed with my backhand, leaving a wound of moderate depth on my forearm. Within a few seconds, bright red liquid overflowed.

"... You, you just do what you say, you are too powerful!" The rabbi stared at me tongue-tiedly, and it took a long time to find his voice.

"Thank you," I said with a humble face, "Isn't this what my teacher Kloss Marian once said, facts speak louder than words."

"I'm not praising you! And this sentence is wrong here! I read a lot, you can't fool me!"

"—Well, forget it." Maybe he also realized that arguing with me is a waste of time, the rabbi took a deep breath, jumped off the chair, ran to the luggage side and began to search for iodophor and gauze, "Anyway Stop the bleeding first."

"Come on, it's all over, you look at it first." I motioned him to look over.

In order to let him see clearly, I deliberately made a slow motion, the blood overflowing from the wound floated into the air, stayed for about two seconds, and then slowly gathered together and condensed into a ball—— Calling it a ball is actually not accurate, because one of the ends is pointed.

"So it's in the shape of a drop?" the rabbi was stunned.

"Tear-shaped?" I blinked.

I really didn't make it into this shape on purpose, I just felt that using a needle as thin as that would be ineffective, and using a sphere couldn't pierce the devil's skin, so I made a point at one end.

The rabbi obviously wanted to ask again, but when his eyes touched the wound on my forearm, he quickly stopped talking and continued with his previous actions: "Okay, okay, I've seen it, Sisi sits there and doesn't move. Don't touch that wound, I'll wrap it up for you."

"But," I hesitated to speak, looking at the iodophor, cotton wool, tweezers, scissors and gauze laid out by him, with doubts on my face, "there are so many things, you are so small...can you do it?"

"...What are you thinking about!" The rabbi reacted, and immediately puffed up his face, "Even if I can't carry the luggage or get on the stool, this little thing is still okay!"

Perhaps after the body becomes smaller, the mental state will also be affected. Now the rabbi is changing his face more and more.However, the movements of his hands were neat, he quickly cut the gauze, and took it along with the iodophor cotton wool.

"Come on, reach out."

"Okay—" I immediately obeyed obediently.

To be honest, I never imagined that one day the rabbi would treat my wounds like this.

In the canyon before, when he took care of Li Nali day and night, I was super jealous.

But it's useless to be jealous, because I'm not a patient.

……Um?Wait, sick number?

Is it not easy to be a sick number?As long as you make a wound from time to time and put it in front of him... But won't that be too obvious?

As soon as my thoughts spread out, I was quickly pulled back by the tingling pain from the wound.

I looked down and saw the twirl of hair on the top of the rabbi's head - he was concentrating on disinfecting my wound with a cotton ball soaked in liquid medicine.

In fact, I wanted to say that there is no need to be so troublesome. After all, I have swiped hundreds of times before and didn't pay attention to it. But as soon as the words came to my lips, my master who was far away in the east immediately gave me a sense. As if enlightened, he swallowed this disappointing nonsense in time.

It's so risky, I almost did something stupid, it doesn't matter if it's troublesome at this time, of course, the longer the time, the better.

...But then again, his eyelashes are so long.

Especially when you lower your eyes like now, you can see clearly.The warm yellow light from the wall lamp slanted down from above, outlining his already immature face because of his shrinkage, the long eyelashes were like small brushes, casting a small shadow under the eyelids, following The eyes blinked and fluttered.

Yes, I didn’t notice it when he was a big man—is it comparable to what Li Nali and Kanda have?

"Okay," after the disinfection, the rabbi helped me wrap the gauze while looking up and told me, "This is OK, remember not to get wet for a few days."

I quickly turned my gaze back as if I were counting how many eyelashes there were.

"It's okay to get wet," I flaunted, "I have no other advantages, except that scratches, stabs, slashes and so on heal very quickly."

"It has nothing to do with the speed of healing, it will hurt." The rabbi took the words without thinking.

I subconsciously froze for a moment, paused, and just wanted to say that this was a trivial matter. I was exposed to the rain when I was injured before, but found that the rabbi had already packed up the medical supplies and returned to the dinner table.

For some reason, I didn't say that.

"By the way, Ceci, I have another question about your holiness—can't the shape you control be bigger?"

... I really want to be big, and I want to condense a big knife and chop it, but the problem is that it won't be big.

"No matter how big it is, I can't control it. I have tried it myself before. I can control multiple small ones at the same time, but as long as one of them exceeds this size," I compared him with my thumb and index finger. "It's the drop-shaped one just now." It will fall down with a snap and sprinkle all over the ground."

"Is it because of... the synchronization rate?"

"Anyway, that's what my master said. The synchronization rate is too low, so there are various restrictions."

"Huh? Are there any other restrictions?"

"That's too much. For example, it can only control the blood flowing from the arm. The blood flowing out is very short-lived and can only be used at the time and cannot be stored for the next time. After piercing a demon, it will basically follow. If it disappears, it cannot be reused...wait, wait, wait."

Speaking of synchronization rate, this is really worrying.

I don't know what channels Master learned about. Anyway, he once said convincingly that I am the one with the lowest synchronization rate among all the exorcists in our organization—that is, the Black Order.In short, if this is a novel with the members of the cult as the main characters, then my position in it is probably the kind of cannon fodder used to make up the numbers.

But the problem is that I am not motivated. I have been practicing seriously for several years, but it doesn't rise by a single percentage point, so I can't blame me.

So I think this is a matter of talent in the final analysis. In the words of Li Nali and his country, it depends on the good fortune of the world, and artificial intelligence cannot be changed!

"And there is also the issue of blood loss," I added, "This must be strictly controlled. If I accidentally release too much, I will lose too much blood and go into shock before the battle is over."

So how to cut, how long to cut, and how deep to cut are technical tasks.

Of course, when it comes to this, I have to thank Master.

I still remember the day when Master took me to practice for the first time. At that time, we had just left Martha’s church. Because of a hangover, Master was in a bad mood since he woke up in the morning. While smoking, pointing at me.

"Use this, cut a wound first."

I caught the dagger thrown by Master, and hesitantly swiped it on my arm.

"I haven't even touched it. What are you paddling? Give me a little more force."

I paused and tried a little harder.

"The cat scratches harder than you, so it's so afraid of pain? Do it again."

Well, I took a deep breath, gathered my energy, and swiped hard.

"...Are you stupid, kid? Are you stupid? I asked you to make a wound and cut your wrist to commit suicide!"

Before I passed away, I thought about why this old man has so many things to do.

But looking back now, even those days seem to be quite memorable.

So, time is really scary, and it can be beautified.

"Wait, Sisi," the rabbi paused as he forked the meat, interrupting my recollection, "Then, isn't there a risk of anemia in every battle?"

"If it's just LV.1, generally there won't be any problems—but if there are problems, it's okay. Johnny and the others have prepared a special blood tonic for me, and I will bring it with me every time I come out."

"Ah, then I'm relieved, so this time..." The rabbi was halfway through speaking, but he didn't know what to think, and suddenly got stuck.

"That's right, I brought it this time too," I nodded, "It's all well placed in Shuweng and Li Nali's luggage."

Rabbi: "...you did it on purpose, Sisi."

How is it possible, besides, my precious little notebook is still with them.

This is where Shuweng and Li Nali's personalities are displayed. I know that they will definitely not look through them, and I have always been so relieved.

Maybe because he realized that my expression was really flawless, the rabbi sighed, and then suggested: "It seems that I can only look for a place that sells blood tonic."

I was horrified: "Are you predicting that we are destined to fight during this trip?"

"...Don't have a crow's mouth anymore!"

·

In the bathroom, there is steam.

Keeping the weird posture with my left arm outstretched, I took a hasty shower with one hand, dried my body, put on my pajamas, walked out of the bathroom while wiping my hair, and glanced at the balcony reflexively.

But I didn't want to be surprised to find that there was no one there, and the rabbi was still in the room.

You know, every time I took a shower in the past, he either ran directly to the balcony to blow the air, or lay on the bed obediently under the quilt. There were so many times that I wondered if he had some hidden disease and could not listen to the shower. That buzzing sound—why didn't it move uncharacteristically this time?

I found out why almost immediately.

——I saw the particularly familiar big hammer beside him.

"Can it be activated?" I reacted and asked in surprise.

"Ah...um." The rabbi answered rather reluctantly.

"What's wrong? Isn't this great?" I brushed my hair and walked over, "Since you can activate the Holy Spirit, it means that your body is recovering soon."

"... But the problem is," the rabbi looked up at me with his small face up, and opened his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed, "this hammer can't be changed back."

I:"……"

Me: "Huh?"

—I'm so stupid, really.

I shouldn't have urged him to try something to see if he could activate holiness.

Even if it can be activated, so what, can he still use his small arms and legs to smash the devil with a big hammer twice his height?

But the point is, I really thought it was just a trial. Who would have thought that this state would also have ups and downs?Can't change back after getting bigger?To be honest, isn't this really touching porcelain?

In short, the farce at night directly led to the rabbi and I staring at the hammer and worrying about it before we set off the next day.

It's not as big as he used to smash demons every time, but even if it's not, it's almost as tall as a person!

I had no choice but to wrap the hammer tightly with the linen cloth I bought before, and carried it on my back.

Then I'm all bad.

The rabbi was also numb and couldn't help, so he could only ask cautiously from the side: "Are you all right?"

Me: "...so heavy."

Although it is not as heavy as a big living person like Li Nali, it is still very heavy.

"One thing to say, isn't this really forcibly increasing the difficulty of our travel?"

The rabbi was also very distressed: "Ah——then why don't we go away and wait for it to return to its original state?"

"But what if it never changes back?"

The rabbi fell silent for a moment.

We checked out, checked out and left the hotel.

At this moment, the morning fog has not faded, the dawn is twilight, and the sun has not yet fully risen in the eastern sky.

The streets were deserted, and the morning air still had the chill of dawn.I knelt down and helped the rabbi wrap the scarf around my neck again. When I stood up, the rabbi naturally put his little hand into mine.

Ever since he was almost swept away by the flow of people when passing by a celebration, he has become quite conscious in this regard.

But speaking of it, it seemed that no matter how cold the outside world was, the rabbi's hands were always warm.

Holding it in my hand is like holding a small warm stove. After a long time, even my hand that has been kept low since I was a child has been warmed up.

Because we had to catch the train in the morning, we discussed it and decided to temporarily move the purchase of blood tonic to the next stop.

But I don't want to have an accident when checking the ticket.

"Excuse me, please stop, can I take the liberty to ask what is... behind you?"

The flight attendant pointed to something suspicious on my back.

Me: "This one—this is a family heirloom in our family."

In order to successfully bring the hammer onto the train, I made up a touching story of "The Savior of the Precious Hammer" without blushing.

"...Since then, this hammer has become a family heirloom in our family. People of the older generation often teach us that the hammer is in the presence of others, and people can have it without it, but the hammer must never be lost. So our siblings The mission is to take this sledgehammer, which carries the memories of dozens of generations of the family, to our new home—please, a kind person like you will never bear to see our poor siblings because they didn’t finish He was expelled by his family and lived on the streets because of his mission, right?"

Steward: "..."

"Sisi Sisi," the rabbi tugged at my sleeve, and after I bent down behind me understandingly, he leaned into my ear and asked in a low voice, "Would people believe you when you say that?"

I replied in a low voice: "The highest level of deception is to deceive yourself first. To tell you the truth, I now feel that the story I am telling is very touching."

In order to prove what I said was true, I stood up and looked into the eyes of the flight attendant: "So, you are convinced, right?"

Rabbi: "..."

Rabbi: "How can there be such a direct question!"

But the flight attendant opposite me nodded subconsciously: "...um."

Rabbi: "...?"

While blocking the rabbi's view of the flight attendant, I bowed my head to claim the credit: "Look, he really believed it."

"...But, I always feel that something is weird."

Of course I couldn't let the rabbi know what trick I was playing.

After a few perfunctory words, he pushed him into the carriage.

We bought tickets for the last row, and before we sat down, the seats across the aisle were filled.

"Really, what kind of luck is this? I came all the way to an acquaintance's factory, but it closed within two days."

"Don't be so negative, Clark, at worst, we'll change places, anyway, we're all used to this kind of thing."

"I'm fine. The problem is that Izzy is going to follow suit. Izzy, are you okay?"

"...Ah, there is a kid here too, um, ma'am, can we let Izzy sit here?"

The last sentence seemed to be addressed to me.

I just pushed the luggage and the hammer under my feet to the lower part of the car window, and when I turned my head, I saw a curly-haired man who was dressed rather sloppily and wore a pair of thick bottle-bottomed glasses standing in front of me. .

"Ah!" Rabbi suddenly pointed at him and exclaimed, "You were at that time—"

The author has something to say:

One of the laws of exorcism fans - on the train, you will definitely meet Uncle Ti (bushi

And although it is still in a relatively indifferent stage, the rabbi actually hates Sisi's holiness very much in the future, guess why?

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