Zongman started from grabbing girls with Wuhe Shidao

"Damn..." Kamijou gritted his teeth like a beast and said, "How could...such a thing...Damn...Why did it happen?!"

Index's trembling became more and more intense.

What made Kamijou most angry was that Index fell to this point all because of her own incompetence.

What kind of "talented person" can't even save a struggling girl?

However, Kamijou couldn't think of any new proposals.Under the "big premise" that "the 230 million students in this city cannot use magic", what alternative is there?

Kamijou suddenly felt as if he had overlooked something about the things he had just thought about.

"Students" can't use magic?

"Hey! Anyone can use magic as long as they are 'non-talented', right?"

"...huh?...um..."

"Should you tell me now that you must have the ability to use magic?"

"It doesn't have to be...as long as the method and preparations are done...that magic can be done... even by a junior high school student..."

Index thought for a while, then continued, "If you make a mistake, your brain and nervous system will be destroyed... But I have the knowledge of [-] grimoires... so don't worry..."

Kamijou laughed.

He raised his head involuntarily, roaring at the moon at night.

Indeed, the 230 million students in Academy City have all developed superpowers.

But on the other hand, the person responsible for the development—that is, the teacher, should still be an ordinary person.

"...The teacher should not be asleep yet, right?"

A teacher's face appeared in Kamijou Toma's mind.

The class tutor in my class is 130 cm tall. He is obviously a teacher, but he is suitable for Yueyong Xiaomeng, who is carrying a red schoolbag.

After asking Moe-sensei's address from his classmate through the public phone, Kamijou started on his way with the weak Index on his back.

"Is this here...?"

After walking in the alley for about 15 minutes, I saw the residence of Teacher Xiaomeng.

Quite surprisingly, Mr. Xiaomoe, who looks like only 12 years old, lives in a super old two-story apartment that looks like it has experienced the Tokyo Air Raid era.The washing machine is strewn across the corridor, and it seems that the concept of a bathroom does not even exist here.

Normally, this alone would have been enough for Kamijou to laugh for 10 minutes, but now Kamijou couldn't laugh at all.

He looked at the house number one by one, then walked up the rust-filled stairs, and encountered the door of the innermost room on the second floor.Only then did I finally see the house number with "Tsuyong Komoe" written in hiragana.

Ding dong!Ding dong!After Kamijou pressed the doorknob twice, he raised his foot and tried hard to kick the door open.

boom!Kamijou's foot hit the door panel, making a loud noise.

However, the door did not budge.Instead, Kamijou's "unfortunate mode" was activated at this time, and his toes made a strange sound...

"Ugh!"

"Come here, come here! There are a lot of newspapers selling here, so the door is very strong, I will open it for you right away?"

If I had known earlier, I would have waited obediently, Kamijou thought with tears in his eyes.At the same time, the door was opened, and Teacher Xiaomeng, who was wearing green loose pajamas, poked her head out.

Seeing the teacher's leisurely expression, it should be because of the angle, so I didn't see the injury on Index's back, right?

"Wow! Kamijou! Have you started working for the newspaper yet?"

"It would be better if someone would sell the newspaper behind a nun's back!" Kamijou said impatiently, "I need to ask the teacher for help, let me in first! Get out of the way!"

"Wait... wait wait a minute!"

Moe-sensei, who was pushed to the side, hastily stood in front of Kamijou again.

"It's very embarrassing for you to do this to the teacher! You suddenly said that you want to enter the teacher's room... But don't get me wrong, it's not because the teacher's room is dirty, there are a pile of beer cans on the floor, and the ashtray is full of cigarette butts..."

"teacher!"

"?"

"...After seeing me carrying this on my back, are you still in the mood to tell a joke?"

"Old... the teacher is not telling a joke... ahhhhhh!"

"You finally found out now?"

"Kami... Kamijou, your shoulders are too broad, I didn't see her wound just now!"

Kamijou pushed away Moe-sensei who was yelling in fright when he suddenly saw blood, and walked into the room on his own.

How would you describe this room?It looked like a room for an old man who was addicted to betting on horses.

Empty beer cans littered the tatami mats, and silver ashtrays were stuffed with cigarette butts.

And the most classic thing is that there is actually a small low table in the room that the stubborn old man likes to overturn most.

"...So you're really not joking, teacher..."

"I know it's not appropriate to ask this at this time...but...do you hate girls who can smoke?"

Kamijou looked at the 12-year-old teacher in front of him with "That's not the problem, is it?", and kicked the beer cans on the floor to make room.

Although I didn't want to put Index on such a tatami mat, I didn't have time to ask the teacher to bring out the quilt.

In order to prevent the wound on his back from touching the floor, Kamijou asked Index to lie on her stomach.

The wound was hidden by the torn clothes, but the surrounding area was filled with crimson blood like heavy oil.

"Should... do you want to call an ambulance? Call... the phone is right there!"

Teacher Xiaomeng pointed to the corner of the room while trembling.It turned out to be an old black rotary telephone.

"...the life energy in the blood is gradually being lost with the bleeding."

Kamijou and Komoe-sensei were taken aback, and looked at Index's face reflexively.

Index's movements remained the same, she spread her limbs and fell on the tatami.But Index, who was lying on the floor with her head tilted like a broken doll, quietly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were colder than the pale moonlight, and quieter than the clock wheels marking time.

Her eyes have a "perfect calmness" that is absolutely impossible for humans.