Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 28 Yawn, hold it back
"Fujimaru, wake up."

The gavel of the verdict and the man's steady voice woke Fujimaru up. Although he was a little reluctant to give up the warmth of his dream, Fujimaru still heard the other party's urgency and concern from the call, so he forced himself to open his eyes.

What caught my eye were Mr. Yega's cheekbones that seemed to be covered with a layer of steel muscles, and his neat short hair that was almost bald.

".Mr. Nightmoth?"

"Um"

Noctua made a muffled noise in response.

Noticing the subtlety of the other party's attitude, Fujimaru blinked, perked up and looked around himself.

After quickly observing his surroundings, Ritsuka found himself sitting in a closed room.

The room was surrounded by a light-absorbing black color, with large tiles neatly arranged on the floor and walls. The walls were a bit old, with strange scratches everywhere, some of which looked like knife marks, while others looked more like marks left by the claws of wild animals.

In addition, there were yellowed talisman papers pasted around the walls in a messy and dense pattern. At the foot were prismatic lamps with flames, which illuminated the room and added a sense of solemnity.

Kara -

There was a metallic sound coming from the hand, and Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his eyes and saw the bound body.

Her hands were tied behind her back, blocked by a hard railing. Several ropes were tied around Fujimaru's slender waist, completely restraining her entire upper body except for her head.

Have I been kidnapped?

Or.
"Nightmoth, now that the prisoner has awakened, it is your turn to pronounce the verdict."

".I've already told you, Fujimaru is not a criminal! Don't convict my student without your permission!"

As the candles flickered, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed that there was a hollow corridor above the secret room, and five seats were lined up at the end of the field of vision.

The five seats were blocked by bamboo curtains, and one could only vaguely see the shadowy figures inside and the magical power covering them.

There are five people in the open, and seven or eight others. There are probably thirteen people in total.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his head slightly.

Within his observation range, with him as the center and a radius of one hundred meters, there were the auras of dozens of first and second level sorcerers.

However, those beings with profound cursed powers did not show up, but hid in the dark to conceal their aura. If it weren't for Fujimaru Ritsuka's basic knowledge of the Assassin assassination technique, he probably wouldn't have noticed those beings at all.

The situation, then, seems obvious.

Those five guys seemed to be high-ranking figures in the world of sorcery, and those first-level sorcerers were probably the "ninjas" in secret, responsible for protecting these big shots.

And he was tied up by iron chains, with only one teacher, Ye Moth, by his side to refer to their conversation
Is this a trial against myself?

Hey?
why?
Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused, but he still asked Yemo anyway.

"Teacher, speaking of which, are Geto and the assistant supervisor okay?"

"Hey?"

Hey?
Asking this now?
Fujimaru Ritsuka, you are such a jerk!! Such a jerk! (urgent)
Kind and cute (stroking hand)
“They’re fine.”

The moth smiled with relief and nodded in affirmation, but was also angry at the boy for not fighting back.

"But you, Fujimaru. Oh, forget it. I will have to teach you a lesson when we get back. Why don't you act like a young person at all? I really don't know how your previous teachers disciplined you!"

I'm almost dead, how can I still be thinking about others? !
"Hmm?" Fujimaru tilted his head cutely.

At the same time, the upper echelons don’t care about the interaction between the two.

"Nightmoth! You shouldn't be such an unreasonable man!"

The old man, one of the five people in the seat, made a hoarse sound.

"A curse master! A top-class curse master! This kind of person has never appeared since Gojo Satoru was born! But with the admission of Fujimaru Ritsuka, the other party suddenly appeared and clearly targeted Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

The sound was like rubbing the tip of an iron sheet against a blackboard, so sharp and piercing that Fujimaru couldn't help but frown.

"What does that have to do with Fujimaru!!" Ye Moth clenched his fists, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"I have already explained to you the special nature of his physique! And Fujimaru's life records are also guaranteed to be safe! He is not even related to sorcery. Since Nosuke has set his sights on him, shouldn't we protect him?"

"Protection? Who will?"

The five elders at the top sneered, and the sound was like the chirping of mice.

"Gojo Satoru? Indeed, if it was that child prodigy, even if he hadn't grown up yet, he could still scare off the special-grade curse master, but that's all. Didn't he fail to kill the curse master in this mission?"

".That is——"

"Since the Six Eyes gave a 'Special Grade' rating, then the other party may have a [Domain], which is a disaster! She showed mercy to Fujimaru, but what about others?! In the current world of curse, except for Lord Tengen and Yuki Kujuku, no one can contend with such an existence. Leaving Fujimaru Ritsuka in the Curse High School is too dangerous, and it may even cause Gojo Satoru to die early! Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri are also rare geniuses in a century. If they die together, the balance between cursed spirits and humans will be completely overturned! Do you want to destroy human civilization?!"

The voice was close to a scream, filled with cowardly fear.

"So you mean to strangle a completely innocent child in the cradle in order to protect your own safety?!"

The moth finally couldn't help but roar.

"Nightmoth, watch how you talk!"

"This is a taboo in the world of magic. We are acting to eliminate dangerous factors that threaten the safety of the world of magic."

"This is a necessary sacrifice."

The old men were chatting one after another, but Ye Moth's face became worse and worse as the conversation went on. His hands were clenched into fists, and the friction and squeezing of his bones made a muffled creaking sound.

This is in stark contrast to Ritsuka Fujimaru who is standing next to him.

(Oh, so that’s how it is.)
The Master finally understood and comprehended his current situation.

The original version: Because his existence would attract special curse masters like Nozomi, the high-ranking curse masters were afraid that he would attract such a being and lead to the destruction of the curse world. If he was released, they were afraid that he would be captured for research, which would also be detrimental to the high school, so they simply decided to destroy Fujimaru Ritsuka and put an end to it all.

Instead of rewarding or praising the novice sorcerer who had managed to survive, was he sentenced to death?
Well, it fits my imagination of a great man. Thinking of his various experiences in Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't find this scene strange at all.

It was rather a feeling of nostalgia that almost made him laugh out loud.

"puff."

Oops, I really laughed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to cover his mouth, but his hands were tied, and only Ye Moth noticed the boy's movements.

"Fujimaru, don't give up. I won't let them." Ye Moth seemed to regard Fujimaru's reaction as an act of dementia caused by fear. He put his big hands on the boy's shoulders and tried to comfort him.

But Fujimaru was a little distressed by such gentleness.

To be honest, he really likes people like Nightmoth.

But in this case, from a negotiation perspective, the moth's behavior would only be...
"No, sir, I"

"Yemoth, you need to understand clearly that the reason you can succeed as the principal is because of the recommendation of a group of first-level magicians, not because of your family or your own ability."

At this time, the old man in the upper position started to interrupt again.

"Besides, we have recently received unfavorable news about you."

"The creation of an independent cursed corpse. You seem to have made some breakthroughs in this area of ​​research, right? You should know that this is prohibited by the curse world, and if you insist on disobeying the higher-ups, then even you——"

He didn't finish what he was saying, but he had basically said everything.

Noctua's face suddenly turned ugly.

Cursed Corpses are non-living things that harbor cursed energy and can act autonomously. Their core is a being similar to a human heart, but they can exert speed, strength, and vitality beyond that of normal humans. Therefore, they are also used in battles by sorcerers.

The dolls that Ye Moth tinkers with on a daily basis are the cursed skeletons he made.

However, ordinary cursed corpses require the sorcerer himself to infuse cursed power, and the death of the sorcerer also means the death of the cursed corpse. The so-called "independent" cursed corpse subverts this concept.

It can operate on its own without the need for a sorcerer, which means that as long as Night Moth is willing, he can create an army under his control.

And this is also a taboo for sorcerers.

Of course, the reason for the taboo is the same -

[Because it endangers the safety of these old guys. ]

Ye Moth gritted his teeth, furious to the extreme. He knew very well that this group of cowardly old stubborn men did not want their subordinates to be too weak or too strong, and would not allow those who were disobedient.

It seems that they only want a group of puppets under their control, so any uncontrollable factors will be identified as threats, eliminated and nipped in the bud.

This is the case with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The moths themselves can’t save themselves.

Even so, Ye Mo still showed no signs of retreating, and used his hands to protect Fujimaru who was tied behind him.

Seeing this scene, Fujimaru frowned implicitly.

His expression gradually changed, from anticipation of watching the fun to calmness like a lake.

Ah, it's coming again.

After coming to this world, it has been a long time since I last saw this.
【That】is coming.

I can’t hold back my yawn anymore.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he could hardly hold back from speaking in an indecent way in such a serious occasion.

Just when he was about to make a move——

"what?"

"Who do you want to move?"

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The door covered with talisman paper was blasted open by gravity, and the turbulent wind rushed into the room.

The shattered wall and the talisman paper scattered all at once, hitting every corner of the room with a messy sound. The originally dim room was instantly penetrated by light, turning into a dazzling and bright pure white.

The silver-haired boy walked in with his back to the light and his hands in his trouser pockets. Behind him followed Geto Suguru, who was wrapped in bandages, and Nozomi who was supporting him.

The moment they saw each other, the five old men were so angry that they could hardly contain themselves.

“Gojo Satoru!! Are you challenging the dignity of the world of sorcery?! The guards outside——”

"Shut up, old man. I'm the one asking the questions now."

Gojo Satoru showed his signature smile.

The sunglasses can be slid down a few centimeters, revealing clear blue eyes.

"Joker, what are you doing again?"

"You dare to attack my classmates and teachers? Are you tired of living~"

The old immortals looked ashen, the night moths opened their mouths and closed their eyes, and Fujimaru also looked over there, somewhat surprised.

Not just because they came.

Also because
"what."

Yawn, held it back.

(End of this chapter)