Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

That day, Glass did see a certain future in the dream world of the dream tapir.

She herself couldn't tell what year it was.

I only remember the blindingly bright spotlight in the operating room. The white light from above made the scalpel in my hand shine brightly. The operating table made of special metal was cold all year round. The fully enclosed operating room could not hear any noise from the outside world. The only sound was the friction of the knife tip cutting through the muscles.

The feeling of depression permeated every corner of the room. She even counted her own breathing to keep track of time.

The stench of corpses penetrated almost every pore of her body. Piles of corpses waiting to be dissected were piled in the morgue's freezer. But she didn't want to leave the operating table specially prepared for her.

——Because here, at least you can only consider whether the next cut will cut the chest first or the head first.

She deliberately did not hang a clock in the operating room.

Working without a time limit seemed to be more numbing. She would only stop working when she had dark circles under her eyes and felt sore and weak all over. Then she would climb over the rusty iron railings in the corridor to light a cigarette... or a pack of cigarettes.

She couldn't remember when she started smoking. She only remembered that the mint-flavored popping beads were very refreshing.

She always rubbed the cigarette box when she smoked, so she remembered the raised words on the box very clearly.

——The brand is “Marlboro”, which is transliterated as Marlboro.

I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t look at the time, but she seems to have developed a West Coast biological clock. Every time she stops working, it’s usually late at night. She often goes to that small izakaya alone. There are usually not many people in the late night, but the store is small, so it doesn’t seem empty.

She likes draft beer, but only orders the cheapest one. Alcohol is supposed to be a good way to numb the nerves and make people forget their troubles temporarily...

Unfortunately, she is a heavy drinker.

——The kind that can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

Occasionally there would be hooligans whistling on the side of the road, but after a glance from her, basically no one dared to do that anymore.

Only once, there was a particularly rampant guy who actually wanted to attack her. But before she could do anything herself, a shadow flashed by, and a tall and thin man suddenly appeared and helped her block the guy.

“…Five.”

How many months had they not spoken? It seemed like I hadn't seen him in a long time since I had plunged into the dissection with an almost frenzied attitude.

"Glass, have you been too serious lately?"

The guy was holding a bag of donuts.

"That's not something you would say before."

"People are going to change."

"...I heard you're going to be the homeroom teacher?"

"Yes, we have graduated for several years."

No one spoke anymore. The two of them were not going the same way, so they separated at the intersection ahead.

She looked up at the sky. In the light-polluted city, no stars could be seen at night.

He exhaled lightly, lit a cigarette for himself, and then tightened his coat.

……

Glass slowly opened her eyes with a calm expression.

She threw back the covers, put on her slippers, and then slowly walked to the bathroom.

On the dressing table on the left hand side was a group photo taken a few months ago. Gojo Satoru was hugging Su Ze. At that time, they had just met Geto Suguru.

She then looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror was dull, with thin eyebrows and a small face. There was a teardrop mole under the right corner of her eye, which made her look cute and charming.

——It’s changed back.

There wasn't much of a stir with Glass.

——I think the three of them are the same.

She changed her clothes and walked into the living room, looking out the window. She saw three figures several dozen meters away.

……

"Glass is here." Xia Yujie stood with his arms crossed, squinting and laughing. His fringe was particularly noticeable.

Nitsuko stood next to Geto Xiayou, and now she was the shortest...

"What are you doing?" Glass looked at the two people not far away, with twitching mouth.

Gojo Satoru was seen hugging Su Ze's thighs tightly. His entire lower body, who was 1.9 meters tall, was dragging on the ground. Su Ze's expression was a mixture of nine parts helplessness and one part fear.

Gojo Satoru was still muttering something that could be misunderstood, such as "One more time, the last time..."

"... Ze discovered another way to use the flying sword," Xia Youjie chuckled helplessly, "He said he thought of the 'flying sword' in the Da Yan storybook."

——It is very clear now.

The lazy Glass also seemed to be interested.

"It sounds interesting." Xia Youjie seemed to see through what she was thinking.

He continued, "But Ze's flying sword is relatively small. Basically, one foot can step on a sword, so he needs to use two swords to maintain balance..."

Glass turned around and waited for his next words.

"So Ze needs to focus on flying the sword - but if he flies the sword, it's not easy to keep walking close to the ground..."

——It seems to be very clear now.

Walking close to the ground not only encounters many obstacles but also makes you more likely to be attacked, and your vision is also poor... so naturally you need to be a little bit higher.

...But Su Ze is afraid of heights.

So the situation is easy to understand - Gojo Satoru, who had tried flying the sword once, was very excited and wanted to try it again, but Su Ze, who was highly concentrated and shared the vision with the flying sword, was already dizzy and nauseous and didn't want to try again.

So the stalemate scene in front of us appeared.

"...Let go." Su Ze looked grim.

"Come on once more and I'll let go." Gojo Satoru said shamelessly.

"...I'll consider it once it's loosened." Su Ze had a dark face.

"Relax when it comes." Gojo Satoru is a very smart guy.

"Don't you have several flying spell spirits? Aren't they more powerful than my little sword?" Su Ze tried to change the focus of the topic, while pointing at Xia Youjie.

Gojo Satoru also turned his head to look over here. Geto Suguru smiled and waved his hand, while at the same time performing a spell to summon a falcon, indicating that he was ready to serve at any time.

Gojo Satoru had a cold expression on his face, he took one look and quickly turned away.

"Come on, Edgeworth is so handsome that he has no friends!" he yelled.

Xia Yujie looked calm and took back his curse spirit.

"Well, that's it." He shrugged and said to Glass.

"...For the last time, three meters off the ground!" Su Ze gritted his teeth.

"no problem!"

In theory, Gojo Satoru's Aoi can also achieve "low-altitude flight"... or "high-speed movement" in principle. However, his mastery of the technique has not yet reached this level, and overly complex high-level operations cannot be achieved for the time being.

Su Ze sighed as if to comfort himself and made up his mind. Then he put his index and middle fingers together and held them upright in front of him.

He chanted the sword formula quietly, and the next moment, two small swords, one golden and one yellow, emerged from between his brows. The golden sword slightly expanded to more than half a foot, while the khaki flying sword grew to about one foot.

"Go ahead." Su Ze flew the sword to Gojo Satoru's feet.

If I didn't want to become more skilled at flying the sword, how could I have let this guy succeed?

If I wasn't afraid of heights, how could I let this guy defile my precious flying sword?

If it weren't for me——

"Ze-jun~" Glass spoke lazily, interrupting Su Ze's inner mumbling.

"Huh?" He turned his head curiously.

"I want to try this too—" Glass pointed at the flying sword.

"Hehe! Glass, I've already taken your last chance!" Gojo Satoru looked like a smug villain, not trying to hide his bastard nature. He stepped on the khaki blade.

"...Okay." Su Ze responded reluctantly.

"Hmm? Ze, this isn't right—" Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, and even his sunglasses couldn't hide his surprise.

"Didn't you say you were very tired? Is this the last time?!" Gojo Satoru yelled.

"...That makes sense, that's what I said." Su Ze stroked his chin and said slowly.

Glass looked a little regretful and said with his hands behind his back: "Forget it then. Remember to take me out to play next time."

Gojo Satoru laughed triumphantly, and stepped on the flying sword with his other foot: "I'm ready! Come on, Ze!"

Su Ze thought for a moment, then hooked his fingers slightly, and the golden and yellow flying swords swished through the air, then turned around and flew behind him, causing Gojo Satoru who stepped on them to stagger.

Then the flying sword stopped steadily under Glass's feet.

"Hello?" Gojo Satoru asked in surprise.

"Since we can only defend once more, wouldn't it be better to let Glass solve the problem..."

Student Su came up with the optimal solution.

Then Glass ignored Gojo Satoru's constipated expression and stepped lightly onto the flying sword.

"Hey, thank you~"

She smiled brightly.

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(Please hurry up and pass the final week... Thank you, boss, for the flowers... How can a person who only updates once receive such a gift? (*?????))