Bald cape conjurer

"As long as it succeeds, the future world can become our world again."

"Wujo Satoru disappears, and the two-faced Su Nuo reappears. We will once again gain the long-lost freedom."

In the luxury suite of the hotel, the curtains were drawn seamlessly, and the room was shrouded in shadows.In the shadows, the old woman in a kimono with a snow-white bun twitched her wrinkled face, and slowly opened her narrowed eyes.

"My grandson, the world of the future is the world of 'new humans'. But I, the 'wife' and my precious grandson must also have a place in the future."

"There are still a few copies of that guy's "body fragments", and it's okay to use one now. Let those curses see our strength."

"Okay, grandma."

A man's hand reached out and twisted a tiny capsule on the table.

The young man with short hair standing next to the worshiping woman opened his mouth expressionlessly, put the capsule into his mouth, and swallowed it with a movement of his Adam's apple.

The worshiping woman lowered her eyes slightly, clasped her hands with rosary beads together, and activated her spell.

"Come on—Chanyuan Shier!"

"Uuuuuuu..."

After swallowing the capsule, the young man's heart suddenly beat hard, his hands hugged his body violently, and he trembled violently.His bones, flesh and blood were crackling, and there were bulges under the skin that were constantly moving, and they were whitened by the gradually changing stature.

The man's cyan cropped head gradually grew black hair, and his facial features were rapidly deformed like plasticine being kneaded by someone, and finally stabilized into a face that was completely different from the original.

The physical changes have stopped.The man straightened up again and turned around.

It was a face with long and narrow eyes and slightly raised eye tails. There were still old scratches on the corners of the lips. The ends of the facial features were as sharp as a knife's edge, but they were somewhat similar to Fu Heihui.

"The seance of the body is successful." The worshiping woman couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Grandson, what you have now is the body of the most terrifying heaven and tyrant in history—the conjurer Killer Chanyuan Shier. How does it feel? ?”

"Ah," the man with the body of Zenyuan Shier lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them, "I feel good, grandma."

"Okay, okay!" The worship lady called out several times in succession.Then she stood up clutching her rosary, "Come on, my grandson."

"——I heard that there will be a secret conjurer gathering in this hotel this afternoon. When the time comes, you will bloodbath the conjurer gathering, and let the conjurers see your strength with your blood!"

The worshiping woman walked in front, and her grandson followed her quietly.

"I heard that those curse spirits who claim to be new humans have the best way to deal with the strongest super-level magic masters-the five enlightenment. If you choose to follow them before they come to fruition, then in the future controlled by the curse spirits, the curse masters who follow them There is also a place."

The priestess walked while talking to herself: "It is said that the forces that cooperate with those super curse spirits, in addition to the body of the cursed objects, there are also human curse masters. That human curse master and super curse spirits are on an equal footing. , In the future they will share a new world together. But my dear grandson, now that you have the body of Zenyuan Shier, you may not be unable to reach the same height..."

The rambling visiting woman is absolutely assured of her spirit-sedition spell and her grandson, and it is precisely because of this that she has never looked back.

He didn't see the hands that were gradually stretching towards her neck.

Walking all the way to the door of the suite, the worship lady held the doorknob and opened the door a thin crack, allowing the light from the corridor to come in through the crack.

The priestess was about to open the door completely, but suddenly felt a tightness in her neck, and half of her words were strangled in her throat.

The palms pinching her neck were large, and their body temperature was slightly low.The "grandson" behind him bent down, and put his face close to the top of the worshiping woman's head, and the breath he exhaled brushed her neatly combed snow-white hair.

"Whose grandson are you calling?" the man said quietly, "Stinky old woman."

"Gah...you are... the real Chanyuan Shier?" The worshiping woman's eyes with loose eyelids and drooping eyes widened in shock, "How could that be? I only sent the physical information of Zenyuan Shier... "

She raised her hand to start the operation, but the man grabbed her wrist and broke it easily with a "click".

"You want to see the blood?... Then you can also see your own blood."

"In addition, Laozi is not called Chanyuan Shier, but Fuheisher."

After the words fell, the man and the priestess sank into the darkness again.The door that opened a crack closed again with a bang.

The silence lasted for a long time, and some liquid seeped out from the room under the crack of the door, dyeing the red carpet in the corridor outside the door a dark color.

After a while, the door opened again with a "click".

The young man changed the white sweater he was wearing into a black T-shirt, stuffed the wallet he found in the room into his trouser pocket, walked out with a calm expression, and closed the door behind his back.

Glancing at the "grandson"'s cell phone with two fingers, he muttered to himself, "It's been so many years."

"Then... let me see how the world has changed in the past few years."

Inside the Tokyo Conjuration High School.

"Ah, that herb needs to be picked..."

"No way, how could it be possible to jump over here, the distance is so wide."

"There's a monster ahead, let's fight and see..."

Saitama was sitting hunched over the small table in the room, pressing the buttons on the handheld with his fingers.Suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him.Genos' voice rang out unexpectedly.

"teacher!"

Saitama's whole body trembled like an electric shock, and watched helplessly as the villain on the screen of the handheld fell into the cliff again because of his trembling hands.

A line of huge pixel words popped up on the screen: youdied

"Ah, dead again..."

Saitama stared blankly at the flashing screen of the handheld, while Genos walked in curiously: "Teacher, what are you playing?"

"Playing a game," Saitama shook the handheld in his hand at Genos, "Because I'm really bad at playing games, so they lent me a handheld and said it was for me to practice. "

"So that's how it is..." Genos was stunned, and suddenly thought of something, immediately took out a notebook from his arms, and quickly recorded it, "Find the feeling of fighting through the game, so as to become stronger during the battle ...Thank you, teacher! I have learned, teacher!"

"No..." Saitama couldn't help sweating a little, put the handheld device back on the table, and decided to change the subject, "By the way, what do you want me to do?"

"It's like this. When I went back to the campus just now, I found a letter to the teacher at the door, so I brought it here."

Genos took out a letter and handed it to Saitama.

Saitama's mind recalled the last time he received a box of wigs, his eyes stared blankly at the envelope: "Could it be sent by the guy who hated me because of my heroic activities?"

"No," Genos turned over the side with the sender printed on it, and showed Saitama, "it's a letter from the Conjurer Association."

"Oh." Saitama was taken aback for a moment, but reached out to take it.He opened the envelope, took out the paper inside, opened it and took a look.

It was a notice printed with a bronzing icon of the Conjurers Association and stamped with a bright red seal.

"Saitama, it is my honor to inform you that you have been assessed as a fourth-level conjurer. Please go to xx location to receive the certificate and badge at x o'clock on x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x. ..."

Saitama read out the words on the notice and complained again, "But it's too troublesome, I don't want to go..."

He sighed, glanced at the notice casually, and was suddenly taken aback: "Wait a minute, the notice said that drinks and buffet items will be provided at the venue... Ah, then I'd better go."

Genos breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Saitama: "The teacher's upgrade review has passed. Congratulations teacher."

"Well, it's not a big deal." Saitama rolled up the notice in his hand, raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat intentionally, then patted Genos on the shoulder to encourage him, "Genos only needs to work hard , and will definitely be promoted to level four soon."

"Teacher, I have been recommended to become a second-level conjurer," Genos said solemnly, "Fu Heihui and Gou Juanji offered to recommend me. The recommendation application has been submitted."

Saitama's hand that patted Genos' shoulder froze involuntarily: "True or false..."

"It's true, teacher."

"yes."

Saitama withdrew his hand silently and sat down at the table.

Seeing that Saitama was a little depressed, Genos immediately said: "But the teacher doesn't need to feel depressed because of this incident. If it wasn't necessary to hide the fact that the teacher has no magic power from the upper echelons of the magic world, the teacher would definitely be recommended as a special class immediately. Become a brave man who will be immortalized in the future..."

"...Ganos, stop talking." Saitama interrupted Genos with a sad face, "The more you say it, the more I feel ashamed of what I just encouraged you!"

"Sorry, teacher!"

Genos sat obediently aside and did not speak.And Saitama stared blankly at the rolled-up notice, then opened it again to confirm.

"Wait a minute, isn't this time... this afternoon?"

……

Two in the afternoon.

Saitama was wearing his usual yellow tights and white cloak, and stood at the location stated in the notice—the entrance of a five-star hotel.And on the wrist hanging by his side, there was a thin silver bracelet more than usual.

——It was the spell tool given to him by Wujo Wu before he left.

"This bracelet has no other function, it's just an ordinary spell tool that retains a certain amount of spell power, and the spell power emitted probably corresponds to the spell power that a fourth-level magician can feel in his daily life outside of battle. size." When handing the bracelet to him, Gojo Satoru exhorted, "Currently there are only bracelets that can release a small amount of magic power, so as long as your apparent level does not exceed level three, you can use this bracelet to Disguise your spell power."

"Actually, as long as Saitama doesn't let the higher-ups find out that you have no magic power, it's fine. According to your current level, you generally won't encounter the higher-ups, but just in case, you should wear this."

Gojo Wu's words are still in my ears.Saitama looked at the bracelet on his wrist, then turned his gaze away, and looked at the magnificent hotel ahead.

"It's really luxurious." He said to himself, and took a step.

On one side of the entrance of the hotel is a standing sign decorated with flowers on the edge, on which the words "Jiujiu Chess Research Association offline party participants please go to the fifth floor to reserve the venue".Saitama got on the elevator and took the elevator to the fifth floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, he suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Oh--"

The meeting place directly opposite the elevator door was the conjurer briefing session known as the "Jiujiu Chess Research Association Offline Gathering".There are brightly colored wreaths on the left and right of the entrance of the resplendent hall, and behind the sign-in desk are young female staff members in very formal black furisode kimonos.

Saitama raised his leg and walked towards the hall.But just as he reached the door, an arm holding a folding fan suddenly stretched out from the slanting spine, blocking his way.

"Oh?"

Saitama turned his head and took a look, and saw a man in a dark kimono and a white hakama leaning against the wall beside him, squinting at him with raised eyes.

The man held the fan in front of his chest with one hand, slowly stood up straight, and walked in front of Saitama step by step.

"Where did this guy come from?"

The man speaks with a Kyoto accent.He glanced at Saitama contemptuously, but he was not talking to Saitama, but asked the woman behind the sign, "Is it a comedian at the party? Did we invite such a guy to stir up the atmosphere? Who invited it? People in Tokyo have such bad taste that they like such a guy. According to me, it’s better to find Kabuki in Kyoto to entertain.”

"I'm sorry, Master Zenyuan..." The female staff quickly bowed and apologized, and then ran to Saitama in small steps, "This place has been reserved by the Jiujiu Chess Research Association, and no one except the participants is allowed to enter..."

"This is the briefing session for the newly upgraded conjurer?" Saitama looked at her blankly, "I did it out of interest... No, I'm still a professional Ying... Uh, a fourth-level conjurer, Saitama .This is my notification letter."

Saitama handed the crumpled notice to the female staff member.She was a little surprised, first took a peek at Zenyuan Naoya's face, and then carefully accepted the notice from Saitama.

"...Confirmation is correct, this is indeed a notice sent by the association." Soon, she returned the notice to Saitama, and quickly went back to the registration table to find the fourth-level conjurer's evaluation certificate, badge and A box of corsages was handed to him, and then he straightened the sign-in booklet, "Please sign in here."

The fan in front of him was retracted with a "snap".Zenyuan Naoya squinted at Saitama with an unfriendly expression, then turned and left.

Saitama stared blankly at Zenyuan Naoya's back, turned around and took the evaluation form, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter with that guy?"

"Ah...that one..." The female staff smiled wryly, "I can't help it, he is a special first-level magician, and he is almost certain to be the next patriarch of the 'Yusanjia' Chanyuan family, so don't offend him for the sake of it." good……"

Special level... Saitama was distracted while writing his name on the sign-in book, isn't that the level second only to the special level?

But that guy didn't give him any special feeling, it seemed to be very weak.

When he came back to his senses, Saitama suddenly found that his name had been written crookedly in someone else's grid, and the staff member was raising his hand weakly with sweat on his face, and he didn't know whether to remind him.

Saitama quickly raised his pen: "Ah, I'm sorry."

……

"Welcome everyone to the ceremony hall this time. Everyone who can come here will be the backbone of the magic world in the future..."

"The conjurers who have passed the upgrade application this quarter include one second-level conjurer, three third-level conjurers, and six fourth-level conjurers. In Japan, the strength of conjurers is still far from enough... ..."

"I hope that you will continue to dedicate your strength to the magic world in the future..."

On the chairs in the venue, the sorcerers who passed the upgrade application this time were all dressed in formal suits or kimonos, with corsages indicating their names and levels of sorcerers hanging upright on their chests, and sat on the chairs.

"Recently reported unnatural deaths (cursed killings) have risen sharply, and we have also maintained full cooperation with the Japanese police..."

The staff sent by the Conjurer's Association held a microphone and stood in front of the podium and talked to the projected T, while there was a constant chattering sound from the seats below.

Saitama sat in the middle of the upgraded conjurers this time, with the corsage hanging crookedly on his chest.He was holding a plate in one hand, which was heavily filled with self-service food such as honeydew melon, ham slices, bacon, etc. provided by the venue. He was eating so much that his cheeks were puffed up, and his dull eyes were staring at the staff speaking above.

"So, conjurers actually..."

While talking, the staff in charge of hosting couldn't help looking in Saitama's direction, his expression gradually darkened.

That bald man didn't wear a formal suit, and he didn't listen carefully, what the hell did he come for...

"Ahem." He felt that he didn't know what to say anymore, so he cleared his throat and said with some embarrassment, "In short, what I want to say is the above. In addition, this briefing session specially invites guests—"Yu Mr. Zenyuan Naoya, the special first-class magician of the Sanjia’ Chanyuan family, gave a speech for everyone!”

Amidst the applause, Shi Shiran, Naozai of the Zen Academy, walked up to the podium and took the microphone handed over.

Saitama started to eat the bacon on the plate: "..."

"First of all," Chanyuan Naoya said while holding the microphone, "I would like to congratulate everyone on their successful promotion, although some are at the second level and some are at the fourth level."

"..." After hearing his first sentence, the conjurers sitting below all showed different expressions.

"Well, I think everyone should also know that there is only one in a million people who can see the curse, and among the people who can see the curse, the one who becomes a curse master is even more rare. If human society is a pyramid, then the curse The magician can be said to be the existence standing at the top of the pyramid."

"And the Yusan family stands at the pinnacle of magicians, including our Chanyuan family."

Zenyuan Naoya's long and narrow eyes slightly bent: "You must have heard this saying: Those who are not members of the Zenyuan are ashamed to be magicians; those who are not magicians are ashamed to be human beings."

In the silence, the voice of Saitama chewing bacon sounded: "I haven't heard it."

"..." At this moment, the conjurers all looked at Saitama in astonishment.

Zenyuan Naoya ignored Saitama's voice, and continued: "It is for this reason that, as the son of the Zenyuan family and will be the next head of the Zenyuan family, I now assert that some of you will never be able to be in the magic world. go far."

Having said that, he paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at the bald head in the crowd with the fan in his hand.

"Just like you, that bald man over there!" Zenyuan Naoya narrowed his eyes and said viciously.

At that moment, Saitama's expression froze: "...Baldy!?"

"you……"

Zenyuan Naoya on the stage wanted to continue to say something, when suddenly a rush of footsteps came from the entrance of the venue, and the female staff who were at the sign-in desk just ran in in a panic.

"Oh no!"

Seeing her panting, Chanyuan Naoya frowned displeasedly: "What's the matter?"

"Just now, the cleaning staff found the body of an elderly woman in a luxurious suite on the 23rd floor of the hotel. The cause of death was that someone had punctured her throat," the female staff member said in a hurry, "The police will arrive soon..."

"That's it?" Zenyuan Zhizai was stunned, "This trivial matter is such a panic, so I said that women can't do it. They are obviously the staff and auxiliary supervisors of the association, and they are so rare and weird. Only the face can see..."

"No, Lord Chanyuan..." The female staff member hastily shook her head, "The body that was discovered is the notorious curse master 'Zhanba'!"

At that moment, no matter whether it was the conjurers who participated in the briefing session or Zenyuan Naoya standing on the stage, all of them showed expressions of astonishment.

"Are you sure it's her?"

After a moment of astonishment, Zenyuan Naoya put down the microphone in his hand, quickly walked off the podium, came to the female staff, and said something to her.

Saitama swallowed what was in his mouth, and bumped the person next to him with his elbow: "Excuse me, who is the worship lady?"

Sitting next to Saitama is a young man in his 20s with short brown hair and the words "Ino Takuma Second Class" hanging under the corsage on his chest.

"No way, you don't even know who the worshiping woman is?" Ino Takuma opened his eyes wide in surprise, and glanced at the crooked boutonniere on Saitama's chest, "Saitama, level four...so that's how it is, you just now You should be a newcomer if you are promoted to the lowest level. No wonder you dare to ignore Zenyuan Naoya face to face, and you don’t even know who the worshiping lady is.”

Ino Takuma patted his chest, and said enthusiastically: "Let me—the senior Ino Takuma, who has been promoted to the second level recently and will successfully advance to the first level in the not-too-distant future, tell you!"

"Sanbai is one of the most evil curse masters who have been active in the past few decades, and the lives in her hands are at least three digits."

Facing the bewildered Saitama, Ino Takuma narrated the past history.

"Decades ago, the power of conjurers was not as strong as it is now, and they did their best to deal with the curses that appeared all over Japan. Therefore, some curse masters who were well-known in the conjuration world at that time took advantage of the convenience of the times to do whatever they wanted , lawless."

"The worship lady is also one of those curse masters." Ino Takuma raised a finger and said, "Her technique is 'spiritual descent', which can use the dead body as a medium and use the human body as a vessel to descend the dead's soul." body or soul."

"It's just that after the birth of Gojo Satoru, the super-level conjurer, the balance of the magic world changed. A large number of evil curse masters who used to make waves in the past fell into dormancy because of the fear of being liquidated by Gojo Satoru. The same is true for the worship lady."

"Speaking of this..." Ino Takuma fell into deep thought, "Why did the priestess who disappeared for so many years suddenly appear and die in the hotel... Who is so powerful that she can kill her who was once overwhelmed? ..."

Saitama's expression was as usual, chewing the cake: "...but if the one who died was an evil curser, maybe the person who killed her was a curser?"

"No, it's impossible." Ino Takuma shook his head, "If the conjurer killed her, he must immediately report to the association and request to record this achievement in his own files."

"……yes?"

Saitama continued to chew, thinking with a sluggish expression, I have killed so many evil forces, but I have never taken the initiative to report it.

At this moment, Zenyuan Naoya suddenly ended the conversation with the female staff member and turned around.He glanced at Saitama with a dull expression, and a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"Although what was discovered was the body of the worshiping lady, but all the conjurers who have advanced this season are gathered here now, and the chances are not too good."

Zenyuan Naoya's voice drew everyone's attention back.He smiled and said: "The plan has changed——Next, please follow me to the scene of the death of the worshiping woman to investigate."

He looked at Saitama meaningfully: "In this way, you can understand what kind of person can become a magician, and what kind of person will only be eliminated by the magic world..."

Everyone stood up one after another and followed Zenyuan Naoya to the outside of the venue.

Ino Takuma noticed that Zenin Naoya was staring at Saitama, and couldn't help sweating a little, and said to Saitama in a low voice: "Newcomer, something is wrong. Then the Kyoto dialect is really eyeing you, and he might make you look bad in public later." .Or you'd better stay out of the way and find a reason to leave..."

Saitama quickly ate the last bit of food on the plate, put down the plate and fork and stood up.His bald head was shining brightly by the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the venue, and his cloak fluttered behind him.

"It doesn't matter." He said, "Anyway, I just finished eating and I just went for a walk to digest."