Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

In the astral body incident, Gojo Satoru was stabbed through the head with a knife in the battle with Zenyuan Shier, and even the blood was cold and slowed down, but before he really lost his vital signs, he realized the reversal technique and saved himself from life and death. The occasion pulled back.

Since then, Wujo Satoru has inherited the unlimited art that needs to cooperate with the six eyes and needs to receive a large amount of information for processing and extraction, and it can run all the time without stopping.

The brain will be overheated and damaged due to manipulating the operation of the mantra and processing a large amount of complicated information received by the six eyes, but the reversal technique comprehended by Gojo Satoru can heal the brain in the next second.

The reversal technique and the no-lower limit technique are like two poles in an infinite cycle, achieving an absolute balance between damage and healing.

Gojo Satoru's strength broke through a class and became stronger than ever before.

Probably from then on, Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru, who were always bound to act together, separated.

The upper echelons of the conjuration world thought that it would be too wasteful for two super conjurers to act together, not to mention Wujo Wu's current strength was far behind that of Xia Youjie's, and he alone was enough to deal with most of them. Incantations and unexpected emergencies, and the reversal technique allows him to maintain his energy even if he lacks sleep and rest time and bears heavy pressure.

Gojo Satoru became more and more busy and tired, as if all the first-level and super-level magic spirits in Japan were handed over to him alone. Xia Youjie gradually became less and less able to see him in school.

Obviously they have just been promoted to the third grade of high school.

The Conjuration High School is different from ordinary high school, it has a long school system of five years, from this point of view, the third year should be a time where you can sneak in and spend it happily.

But both Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie have been running around all day on the way to the mission and on the way to the next mission location, and the experience of occasionally finding time to play games like the first and second graders already feels like a change. Like a yellowed old photo, only hazy and unreal memories are left, and even occasionally the question "did I really do that?"

Those curse spirits, which are obviously ugly and strange in appearance, only gradually become as ordinary and unremarkable as stones on the side of the road after repeated hundreds of times of extermination.

Perhaps it was because he was so busy that he was so tired that he didn't want to think every time he lay down on the bed. Gojo Satoru didn't even realize that he just pushed a lot of tasks to a few powerful conjurers without screening. How unreasonable the system is.

After all, just processing the information sent by the six eyes has already overloaded his brain to the point where he needed to reverse the spell to keep it functioning normally. Gojo Satoru didn't bother to think about these issues during the rare rest time.

Now that we already have the top level of violence in the world, and even the way to deal with problems can be simplified and quickened, why bother ourselves?

But Xia Youjie is different from Wujo Wu. He has a delicate mind and is prone to overthinking. Especially recently, a second-year student who was close to them died accidentally because he reported the wrong level of spell information again. After completing the mission, Xia Youjie, who had been unable to get out of the gloom of failing to escort the astral body in the second grade, even for a moment, his thoughts darkly slipped to the extreme, and a tyrannical and cruel heart rose in his heart. sharp idea.

Mantra spirits are like the weeds in the field that are permanently eliminated and grow again, killed and then revived. They are continuously born from the negative emotions of non-magicians. They are redundant waste products and useless encumbrances.

It would be great if no curse spirits were born in this world.

Then there would be no more conjurers, no more painful battles, no more sad sacrifices.

But even with such a strong desire, after Xia Youjie broke away from the momentary rage, there was nothing left in his heart but an empty daze.

It is a paradox that it is impossible to achieve such a thing that there will be no more magic spirits in this world.

Mantra spirits are the appendages of human beings, a collection of negative emotions of human beings.

Unless all non-magicians who would unconsciously spill their magic power are killed, this wish is just a ridiculous fantasy.

[...Kill them all. ]

In the face of the sacrifices that could have been avoided by the younger generation, Xia Youjie was not thinking about [Window]'s negligence of duty, nor the mistakes of the mission information, nor the unreasonableness of the current system. He stared at the scorching fireball in the sky.

Maybe it's because of the extreme nature, maybe it's because of the hard-to-swallow magic ball, maybe it's because of too heavy tasks, maybe it's a close friend who is gradually estranged.

When the idea of ​​"killing all non-artists" came up, Xia Youjie actually thought about what to do to realize this vision.

[wrong. ]

[no. ]

The conjurer, who was filled with unresolved melancholy, suddenly woke up, desperately denying such a dark and crazy self.

[Conjurers were born to protect non-magicians, such an idea is putting the cart before the horse! ]

[To protect the weak, to protect non-artists, because...]

The conjurer, who was constantly putting pressure on himself and instilling positive ideas in himself, was stuck for a moment, and those hot and lonely beliefs in the past seemed to be erased from his mind, and he couldn't think of it at all. up.

[…Why protect them? ]

In the fog that was sinking deeper and deeper, Shuji Tsushima's crazy, sharp and unwavering iris pupils appeared in Xia Youjie's mind.

He suddenly wanted to talk to Shuji Tsushima who had been walking firmly forward.

.

Shuji Tsushima agreed.

He is not a good boy who is considerate and helpful. He grew up in that disgusting feudal family and has a father like Tsushima Youweiro, so he will cultivate a cold, precocious, profit-oriented character. It's a normal thing.

He would be so bored that he would spare time to give psychological counseling to a stranger who had only met twice, just for the information of the magic world.

This time, Xia Youjie did not go directly to the Tsushima mansion because of the emergency like last time. After all, they were not close enough to visit at will.

He made an appointment with Shuji Tsushima in a coffee shop, and ordered two cups of coffee while waiting.

"jingle--"

The wind chime on the door swayed and made a crisp sound.

Shuji Tsushima, who stepped into the coffee shop at the last second of the appointed time, looked up and saw Xia Youjie, who was sitting in the corner, tall and with a round hair. He walked over there and sat He walked across from Xia Youjie, and asked straight to the point, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

The child, who was still wearing a traditional kimono, stretched out his hand to pick up the white porcelain cup, and painted a simple smiling face with cream on the hot coffee exuding a mellow aroma, smiling at Shuji Tsushima with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

Shuji Tsushima looked at it and put down the coffee cup again.

"..."

Xia Youjie opened his mouth, but seeing Shuji Tsushima's stature, he suddenly felt powerless and absurd about his actions.

[What the hell am I doing... Is it because I have been under too much pressure recently, and am I a little tired?How could he think of discussing such a topic with Shuji Tsushima. ]

[Although Shuji Tsushima is mature enough not to be a child, but...]

"What are you worrying about?" Shuji Tsushima abruptly interrupted his thoughts, those sharp iris-colored pupils dissected his whole body slowly from top to bottom like a sharp knife, "Are you still insisting on your boring theories? Shouldn't you talk to young children about your thoughts? Shouldn't you have such crazy ideas? Shouldn't you hate those ignorant and weak people who don't know anything?"

"I impose shackles on myself, I put chains on myself, I force myself to do things I don't want to do - you really have everything written on your face. It's boring."

"...then can you tell me what should I do?"

"Ask knowingly." Shuji Tsushima said, "You are not sitting here chatting with me because you don't know what to do next."

"You just need someone to wake you up, convince you, let you completely abandon the beliefs you held on to, and completely deny your former self."

"And it doesn't matter who this person is, whether it's a child, an adult, a non-magician or a magician, it doesn't make any difference—because all ideas are seeds that have been planted in your heart, All you need is a little water, a little oxygen, for that seed to germinate, break through the soil, and grow wildly."

Shuji Tsushima looked at Xia Youjie's gloomy expression and asked, "Am I wrong?"

"...No, that's right."

"I just can't convince myself, I can't find a reason to do this, I can't completely abandon my previous beliefs... In that case, wouldn't my youth and my past be like a joke?"

"Xia Youjie." Shuji Tsushima calmly called his name, "I'm not a psychiatrist who can cure your disease, nor a lecturer who will bring you back to the right track and persuade you to keep exercising , Optimistic life."

"You knew this before you came to me, right?"

"Yes." Xia Youjie said.

Indeed, Shuji Tsushima is an unusual child. He has known this for a long time. Whether it is the mature thoughts that do not match his age displayed in the two meetings, or his ability to act immediately once he makes up his mind, It was enough for him to fully realize it.

But what makes people experience this more intuitively is the unique temperament of Shuji Tsushima.

Paranoid, stubborn, self-enclosed and crazy, but also with the lightness, fragility and melancholy of the Sunset family. These qualities are wonderfully mixed together, and they become a magic that people can't help but be attracted to.

"Then I'll just say it straight."

The cream floating in the hot coffee has melted, and the smiley face pattern has changed shape, sticky and blended with the dark coffee, dyeing it a slightly lighter warm brown.

Shuji Tsushima picked up a small silver spoon and dipped it into the cup to stir it a few times, gently melting the pure white cream into the coffee.

He raised his eyes to look at Xia Youjie, with an incomprehensible smile on his lips.

"Since you have already embarked on the unusual path of a conjurer, let's be a little more deviant, a little bit more deviant, and blend in."

"Anyway, there are countless crazy people, absurd people, and abnormal-loving people among you, so why not have one more of you?"