Yokohama High School of Magic

"I'm just relying on the enchantment to barely maintain it." Tian Yuan's standing posture was irregular, with his hands crossed over his chest, "I've been waiting for you to come, Yokohama school."

Tiao Ye Caiju tilted his head with a smile, "You seem to have misunderstood something."

"I'm not here on behalf of the Yokohama school."

"I heard it, as long as you are a member of the Yokohama school." Tian Yuan didn't seem to care, as if the muscles in his throat were affected by the spell, his voice was vague, "The one from your Yokohama school 'Book' is said to be the 'book' that can rewrite reality.

"Since I can save the dead and restore the sanity of the mixture of humans and cursed spirits, then I can try it too."

"..."

Your information network in the magic world is very well-informed.

Born dazzled do not know what to say.

Tian Yuan looked at Tiaoye Caiju, his voice was calm, but the content was threatening: "You don't want the entire human world to be forcibly transformed into magic."

That is to say, Tianyuan, who has surpassed human beings and become a curse-oriented existence, is not for the human world, but to avoid being forcibly absorbed by the rope that invaded Xia Youjie's body.

The man in military uniform with his eyes closed did not speak.

Instead, the woman behind him couldn't restrain himself and made a sound.

"On the contrary, Tian Yuan."

Her voice still carried a lofty attitude, "As long as Master Xia You's body absorbs you, all non-magicians in the world will disappear."

Hearing her words, Nanako couldn't bear to shout: "So you just watch the counterfeit show off its power!"

Her voice was full of anger, and suddenly, Mimiko shrank her shoulders beside her.

"Tian Yuan!" Nanako didn't pay attention to her, and turned to Tian Yuan and shouted: "Tell me how to release the body manipulation, I want to let Lord Xia You's body rest in peace!"

Tian Yuan seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to them, his four eyes looked at Tiaoye Caiju at the same time.

"Well, well, everyone." Jono Caiju squeezed his hands, "I'll talk about the non-artists later. The most important thing now is the Yokohama school."

Lalu, who had been silent all this time, frowned tightly, feeling some bad premonition in his heart, "What do you want?"

Tiaoye Caiju stretched out his hand, and a book with a strange book cover appeared in his hand out of thin air. Almost as soon as the 'book' appeared, everyone fell silent, staring at the 'book' in his hand .

Mimiko was startled, and murmured, "This is..."

Tiaoye Caiju didn't answer yes or no, he just extended his hand holding the 'book' to Tianyuan with a smile.

"Please."

The book was spread out, and the page that was opened was the penultimate page of the entire book, and it was blank, which matched the description of the 'blank book-shaped spell' in the information.

Miguel stared at the open book, moved his finger, and was stopped by Lalu who was beside him, and shook his head calmly at him.

Miguel stared at Lalu for a while, then lowered his eyes.

The 'Yokohama School' took out the 'book' so easily, which made Tian Yuan suspicious.

Seeing that Tian Yuan didn't make any moves, Tiaoye Caiju seemed to shrug his shoulders regretfully, "Without Jun Jun's blood as a condition for unblocking, the 'book' cannot be opened. I just want to try to see if it will work."

"What if."

His curious look made Tian Yuan let go of his suspicion a little, and stretched out his hand to the 'book'.

In the huge quiet and soft space, everyone was highly focused, staring at the approaching hands of Tian Yuan and 'Book'.

The moment Tian Yuan's hand touched the page, Tiaoye Caiju suddenly widened his smile.

"—I lied to you."

The violent light and the sound of the wind surged, and the pages of the book flew, revealing the densely printed English in front.

A violent and turbulent gravitational force came from his subordinates, pulling him forward, and Tian Yuan, who had always been confident in the power of the spell, was powerless to resist.

He barely struggled, and raised his head angrily:

"You bastard!!"

However, in the next second, the sound of the wind and the light stopped together, and the Tianyuan in front of him disappeared.

[Main task: Suppress Tianyuan (1/1)]

In mid-air, the enchantment of the Tokyo school flickered a few times and shattered.

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"Dun Jun!"

Hearing Nakahara Chuya's voice, Nakajima Atsushi fell to the ground in embarrassment, with his left leg deeply embedded in the ground, and raised his head suddenly, "Senior Chuya!"

"Ah, here we come."

Gogol, who was dressed as a clown, didn't look surprised, his cloak was wide open, and he pulled back the distance from several people.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Wujo!" He put his palms on his eyes, pretending to be looking into the distance, and his eyes gradually lit up, "This is the first time I have had close contact with you!"

"I have admired you for a long time, I am the strongest in the magic world, I am Gogol from the Yokohama school, please give me your advice~"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, "Yo."

Then he looked at Chuya Nakahara beside him, and pointed his index finger at the 'clown' on the opposite side, "Kill him, the Yokohama school won't come looking for me, right?"

Nakahara Chuya's expression instantly became weird.

Ah, this... It's not necessary, there is actually no difference between you killing him and killing Yokohama.

"Sure enough~"

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's expression, Gojo Satoru shrugged, the smile on his face was as usual.

However, in the next sentence, the voice that was still smiling was obviously cold, "It is your soft-hearted attitude that made the other party mess up to this point."

Up to now, tens of millions of citizens in the entire Tokyo have been involved, and the Yokohama school has to pay at least half of the responsibility.

"..."

Chuya Nakahara and Atsushi Nakajima fell silent at the same time.

"Hello—the one on the opposite side is named Gogol."

Gojo Satoru turned a blind eye to the two who fell into silence, turned his gaze to the opposite side, and slowly elongated his tone: "Can you please tell me the location of the explosion directly, after all, it is quite troublesome to beat someone to death."

"If one of my subordinates is heavy, one of them will kill you without paying attention."

There was an obvious threat in Gojo Goto's defiant voice.

"It won't be good for the Yokohama school to come to me~"

After a moment of silence, the clown in front of him suddenly pressed his fist against his upper and lower lips, and laughed sullenly.

"puff."

His laughter gradually became louder and louder, until it became a hearty laugh.In the deserted alley, laughter mingled with the loud and frightened noise outside the alley.

Until Gogol abruptly put away all his laughter.

"Teacher Wutiao, what a pity."

The laughing voice revealed the magnetism of the master's original voice.

The white-haired man slowly raised his hand and took off half of his mask.

Contrary to the perpetually exaggerated smile on the clown's mask, the white-haired man actually frowned slightly, with a hint of sadness and regret in his gaze.

"Even you couldn't escape the cage and walk towards true freedom."

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and looked at him expressionlessly, indifferent to the sadness in Gogol's eyes.

His voice was soft and gentle, but mocking and cold:

"Do you think you can get away with saying this?"

The light entering the retina becomes weaker in an instant.

What fell with Gojo Satoru's voice was the violent throbbing of the heart, the sound of 'dong' was obvious and clear, as if the heart was beating beside the ear.

Behind what Gojo Satoru couldn't see, Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head and panted a few times, feeling the real feeling of being locked in by the killing intent.

Gojo Satoru really wanted to kill Gogol.

"Gogol."

In the silence, Zhong Yuan Zhong also opened his mouth and forcibly changed the subject, "Why did you do this."

Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, as expected, he sneered unsurprisingly in his heart.

Sure enough, it is impossible for the Central Plains to sit back and watch him kill his own 'kind'.

Even if the "similar" in front of him dragged innocent people in Tokyo into the water.

Gogol quietly watched Gojo Satoru in his eyes.

Even if he was targeted by killing intent, he didn't seem to care.

The evening sunlight was blocked by him, and faint rays of light emerged from the edge of his body, and the light traced the edge of his body.

At this time, he was dressed in a clown costume, but he was quiet and speechless.

Gogol lowered his eyes, as if he had fallen into boundless thoughts. When he spoke, his voice was faint:

"I hope that the Yokohama school will be truly free."

"I love this school dearly."

"I love everyone at this school dearly."

Gojo Satoru, who had imagined many answers, but never thought of this answer, was stunned.

The message from Six Eyes told him that what the man in front of him said was from the heart.

Gogol pointed to the brain with his index finger, and his voice sounded like a sigh, "However, everyone is bound here, including me."

"I want everyone's souls to be truly free."

He raised his head and looked at the crowded and narrow sky in the alley.

"It's like a bird flying freely in the sky."

"So, for this purpose." Gogol lowered his head, "This is the first step, to let everyone escape the shackles called 'morality'."

"'Morality' is a terrifying thing." His voice was light. "Everyone is born artificially filled, unable to use their own reason to judge, and can only blindly regard it as the 'benchmark' of the world."

"...so pathetic."

In the center of Gojo Satoru's slightly dilated sky-blue pupils, the man who took off the clown's smiling mask looked like he was crying.

[The compatibility with Gogol has risen to 28%]

'similar'

Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him, his heart sank slightly, and he let out a 'tsk'.

A sense of belonging, a sense of identity.

Has it reached this point, Yokohama school?

It made him want to explore the details of what caused all this - the 'revolution' in the past.

Gojo Satoru spoke, but his voice couldn't hear what was in his mind: "Why did you say that on TV?"

"Compared to death for a reason, being affected by a lunatic is more acceptable."

Gogol put on his clown mask again, and stretched out his hand to Gojo Satoru, palm up, "You are the 'strongest', with six eyes that see through everything."

The palm slowly moved up until it was in his line of sight, covering Gojo Satoru's head.

"Even so, you haven't escaped the shackles here, I feel sincerely sad."

From the perspective of Six Eyes, the person in front of him couldn't be more honest, which made Gojo Satoru even more uncomfortable.

"Hey—the students at the Yokohama school really worry about it."

No matter how uncomfortable he was, Gojo Satoru, who had put away the cold look just now, shook his hands casually, "Do you even have to take care of people from other schools?"

However, on the palm of the right hand, the terrifying mantra is concentrated in mid-air with a certain point as its core.

The power of this spell... unless the Central Plains Center is also activated, it will not be able to catch a single blow, and it will definitely kill the vest.

Originally thought that the worst development was that Gogol was escorted back to school, with a blank expression on his natural eyesight, and instantly pulled away the [teleportation] beside him.

Gogol shrugged regretfully, and took another step back, "Unfortunately, you don't seem to understand my philosophy."

"Sure enough." His voice was lonely and mixed with the last trace of comfort, "Only Fei Jia can understand me."

But you can't run right away, at least you have to leave a row.

Gogol's gaze behind the mask lightly glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, "I've got what I want, and since that's the case, it's time to exit."

The person in front of him seemed to have no doubt that he could run away in the face of the 'strongest'.

The corners of Wujo Wujo's lips pressed down, and the magic power in his hand was ejected directly, and the hurricane that was raised instantly filled the entire alley.

However, one second before the magic power touched the 'clown', Gogol's cloak was blown up by the hurricane, covering his whole body, and disappeared from Gojo Satoru's sight.

"..."

The uncontrolled mana hit the deserted building behind the alley, creating a huge hole. Through the hole, one could even see the clear sky behind the building.

Gojo Goku stood behind the building, withdrew the still terrifying power of the curse that had rushed out of a big hole, and looked down at the surrounding street scene.

The terrified crowd around was attracted by the loud noise, looking at Gojo Satoru in mid-air, they screamed in fear.

"Curse power!"

"Yokohama school! Police!"

Gojo Satoru looked at the crowd receding like a tide, with an unclear expression.