A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

"Huh? When you talk about us, aren't you also talking about yourself?"

"Exactly. If you weren't just as ragged and begging as we are, you would have already gone up to that pretty boy and struck up a conversation with him."

"what!"

When the two men saw that her secret had been exposed, the songstress trembled and her face turned bright red. Fortunately, the black covering concealed her face, otherwise, the two men would have seized the opportunity to ridicule her.

"Five, isn't that all your fault, you idiot?"

"They actually teleported right next to the bomb, are they trying to kill us on purpose?"

These three people are the same "unlucky ones" from before. They used an unknown technique to quickly move to the coordinates where they were asking for help.

They are both students at Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School. The girl is Ankagi, a graduate, and a second-level jujutsu master.

The one with white hair is Gojo Satoru, and the one with black hair in a bun is Natsuyu Suguru. They are in the same class, second-year students, and the same age as Isayama Kenmei.

It was the rapid arrival of reinforcements from the sorcery specialists.

As a result, the cursed spirits turned into a bomb with terrifying cursed power fluctuations for some unknown reason, and coincidentally, they were about to explode as soon as they landed.

One wrong move and you'll "real" be eliminated.

However, after being almost at point-blank range and directly facing that terrifying explosion, these people were still able to survive, or even only suffer minor injuries.

You can imagine how powerful they are.

They were a little disheveled; all three of them were covered in dust and dirt, their faces black as if they had just come out of a coal mine.

The more the songstress thought about it, the angrier she became. She rolled up her sleeves and went to beat up the bastard she called Gojo, who was lying on the bed.

"Your classmates are so energetic."

When Kenmei Isayama heard the loud commotion, he looked up and saw three disheveled men fighting each other.

"Haha...that's how they always are."

Shoko Ieiri gave an awkward laugh, her tone somewhat forced.

"Those two scumbags..."

"I've made the songstress senpai angry again."

She knew what had happened without even looking at the house; the girl's fists behind her back were clenched, clearly indicating that she had reached her limit of endurance.

"You lot are making so much noise! ​​This is the medical room!"

Suddenly, an enraged voice burst in from the other end of the tent flap.

Then Kenmei Isayama was surprised to see

Upon hearing the first syllable "noisy," the three who had been bickering immediately stopped fighting, acting as if nothing had happened. The two boys lay back down, while the girl sat upright in her chair, practically plastering the words "I'm very well-behaved" on her face.

The movements were incredibly fast and skillful, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time they'd done this.

Two people appeared in the medical room. One was Kenmei Isayama, whom I recognized as Mr. Akutabe. The other was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember his name.

He was a burly, serious-looking middle-aged man with short, black hair. He looked a little younger than Mr. Akutabe and was dressed in black.

"Sorry, Akutabe, I've made you laugh."

The man with the buzz cut apologized to Mr. Akutabe.

"It's alright, moth."

Mr. Akutabe turned his gaze to the group of people who had been fooling around earlier, especially the white-haired Gojo Satoru. When he saw those sky-blue eyes that shone like dazzling stars, he was slightly taken aback.

"Is that six-eyed?"

Slightly surprised, Mr. Akutabe regained his composure and even made a rare sarcastic remark.

"Night Moth, these students of yours."

"Quite unique, isn't it?"

One person was wearing sunglasses with only a single lens left, another was squinting and pretending to be asleep, and yet another was vigorously wiping the dust off their face, ending up looking like a little cat covered in dirt.

Chapter 21 Huge Harvest

Inside the quiet carriage

"I'm sorry, Mr. Akutabe."

Kenmei Isayama, watching the scenery rushing past the window, suddenly blurted out...

Why are you apologizing to me?

Mr. Akutabe, who was driving, glanced at Kenmei Isayama in the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, his tone inscrutable.

"Because I refused your kindness."

"Xiao Ming, everyone has their own ambitions."

Upon hearing the guilt in Isayama Kenmei's tone, Mr. Akutabe shook his head indifferently.

"I'm just giving you another option. If you don't want to leave, I won't force you."

"Thank you, Mr. Akutabe."

Isayama Kenshin sighed as he recalled what had just happened.

The moth that Mr. Akutabe mentioned earlier was the black-haired, buzz-cut uncle who had tamed those three problem children.

His full name is Nightmoth Righteous Path, a first-class sorcerer.

Not long ago, the appointments of the Spellcaster Association were announced, and Isayama Kenmei only remembered them because he had seen the association's announcement.

Masamichi Yagami, male, a first-class sorcerer, is proposed to serve as the principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Sorcery High School.

In other words, he will be one of only two principals of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School, a place specifically for training jujutsu masters. The girl Ieiri Shoko, whom Kenmei Isayama just met, and the three "coal miners" are all students at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School.

Masamichi Nobi wasn't there to see his three scoundrel students who made his blood pressure spike at the mere sight of them; he was there at the invitation of Mr. Akutabe.

As sorcerers of the same era, Akutabe had entered the profession a few years earlier than Yagami Masamichi, making him his senior and mentor, so they had a good relationship. For example, the previous spell Akutabe used to activate his sorcery, "Fictional Soul," was developed in discussion with Yagami Masamichi, who was known as the "Puppet Master."

Therefore, Mr. Akutabe went straight to the point and asked Kenmei Isayama.

"Xiao Ming, do you want to join the Tokyo Metropolitan Spellcasting Academy and become a real spellcaster?"

Although Mr. Akutabe did not know what technique Kenmei Isayama had awakened, it must be powerful enough to cause such a terrifying explosion.

If Kenmei Isayama had wanted to, his admission to university would have been a sure thing, since Principal Masamichi Yagami was right there.

I can make the decision on the spot and, as the recommender, let Kenmei Isayama enter the High School of Curses. The transfer procedures can be completed tomorrow.

It's impossible to enter the Sorcery Academy without a recommender, and if the sorcerer later betrays the sorcery community, the recommender will also be implicated.

"After graduation, you don't even need to worry about finding a job; you can just live off the government."

Although being a sorcerer is tiring, it's a permanent position, the association pays generously, there are overtime subsidies, and all security contributions are paid at the highest level.

Take Mr. Akutabe for example. He bought this old Porsche 356A for 150 million yen (more than 8 million RB).

There's also the hammer that Kenmei Isayama carried away, determined to take it even at the cost of his life. That hammer is a terrifyingly expensive first-class cursed artifact, and Ishihara hasn't even paid off his loan for it yet.

For those seeking social status, they could even hold a position in a Japanese government agency. Kenmei Isayama, however, felt that the treatment of sorcerers was only natural; they were the last line of defense in front of humanity.

Mr. Akutabe essentially laid out a broad and promising road for Kenmei Isayama.

However, Kenmei Isayama still refused this offer, because the path he was on was not the path of a sorcerer.

The power of awakening is not the power of magic.

It's psionic energy!

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, no one in the world, except his revered mentor, can teach him.

Even if Kenmei Isayama goes to the advanced sorcery school, he won't learn much. If he fails every subject and is expelled, Mr. Akutabe will lose face big time.

So, with the two girls heartbroken, Kenmei Isayama directly refused.

The reason for the refusal was also very simple.

"My talent in sorcery will only become a burden to you all if I go to a sorcery specialization."

A sorcerer's talent is innate. Kenmei Isayama was certified by the Kamo family from birth and was deemed to have no talent for sorcery.

"Furthermore, I want to fulfill my older sister's last wish and go to Tokyo University."

Kenmei Isayama is about to reach a point where most ordinary people outside the city will be promoted.

The path of learning.

Masamichi Yagami simply nodded to this, indicating that he understood, and said that if there were any problems with spells or magical power training, he could go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Academy to find him.

Therefore, Kenmei Isayama essentially rejected Mr. Akutabe in front of everyone, even though Mr. Akutabe was genuinely doing it for his own good.

In this apocalyptic scene where "the human world is like hell," the number and terror level of cursed spirits have exploded in recent years. The more power you possess, the better your chances of survival when you encounter danger.

"Xiao Ming, it's a good thing you didn't choose the path of a sorcerer."

A complex expression appeared on Mr. Akutabe's face, and he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I'm sure you've seen what's going to happen to us old folks."

"When we were young, we burned ourselves without hesitation for the greater good. Every high-level cursed spirit we killed was potentially saving countless people."

"Only we know the pain of our depleted magical power. Takahashi, Kinoshita, and Hongo have lost eight or nine tenths of their strength. If they use the spell again, their bodies will be the first to collapse."

“Ishihara, Kiyono, and Iwata, who are in slightly better condition, must rely on my technique if they want to use their previous techniques.”

"But even so, compared to our dead colleagues, we are still lucky; at least we are still alive and barely clinging to life."

"I don't know how many more years I can work here. I don't want you to go through what we went through."

Upon hearing this, Kenmei Isayama also sighed.

"The Cleaners" are a microcosm of the countless unfortunate people forced to retire from their pyromancy positions due to injuries or disabilities, hidden beneath the seemingly powerful Pyromancer's Guild.

"They fueled their souls, holding high the torch of life, just to help humanity overcome this unimaginable winter of cursed spirits."

However, the upper echelons are corrupt; their pursuit is not exorcising cursed spirits, but rather gaining greater power.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ming."

"You've listened to my rambling the whole way."