Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 43 I'm sorry for not letting Fujimaru use his full strength
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A sound without warning.

A question without warning.

Mingming paused, and the other three students from the high school turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka with surprised expressions.

Wait, what are you doing!? —

"How much is it, per lesson?"

Facing the questioning gazes of his classmates, Fujimaru Ritsuka remained calm. The corners of his mouth maintained his usual kind smile, but underneath that curve there was a different kind of enthusiasm than before.

【Bettership】

The earliest hint given by the main god space - the basic principle of this world of spells: equivalent exchange.

After coming to this world, Ritsuka Fujimaru devoted himself to the work of saving the world.

But he also knew that it would take time for him to become stronger, and he had no idea how to summon heroic spirits for the time being.

But at this moment, he seemed to have a little direction.

A method that can make him become stronger quickly.

He will never let it go.

At the same time, Sukuna in Ritsuka Fujimaru's body was also watching the show.

[Hehehe, hahahaha! Little devil, you are so arrogant! ]

As the pinnacle of sorcerers, the pinnacle of curses, Ryoumen Sukuna is 100% sure! He is 100% sure when using the technique called "binding". It can be said that if Ryoumen Sukuna calls himself the world's number one binding master, then no one dares to compete with him.

That's why he laughed at Fujimaru's idea of ​​wanting to learn how to restrain himself.

[But this woman named Mingming is not bad. 】

Sukuna, who was watching the show inside Fujimaru, couldn't help but praise him.

[Using the restraints of life to completely refurbish the originally useless technique, although there is still no way to reach the peak, it can be regarded as a struggle of a mortal. Although the understanding of restraints is rough, it is extremely practical. Hehehe - if I can get out, I will kill this woman with my own hands and taste the taste of meat~]

Sukuna, whose character is still classically evil, deliberately used disgusting words to anger Fujimaru, but——

His landlord didn't move at all.

[.Little brat! You've been ignoring me since just now. You're really brave~]

He stood up from the throne of skeletons, sat down again, and jumped onto the pool of blood, pacing.

Space, ctrl + arrow keys, shift, Sukuna will spin and jump on the spot like an RPG player looking at the drops on the battlefield.

The Curse King was a little bored and panicked, even to the point of wanting to impart knowledge.

And will Fujimaru learn techniques from Sukuna?

The answer is no.

Although Sukuna did make Fujimaru passionate about fighting, he was not naive enough to ask the last boss to teach him personally when it came to [Bondage].

Besides, it's quite amusing to see Sukuna looking so bored that his scrotum is aching.

so.
"How much? Why are you asking?"

In reality, Mingming turned halfway around, her expression still as gentle as a senior sister's, but a little more aggressive, "That number doesn't sound comfortable. As a student, you should grow slowly--"

"I paid for Principal Nightmoth's share of the money."

"."

Mingming turned his body back completely after only turning half way.

"Huh?~~~~"

She deliberately stretched out her voice, narrowed her eyes, and licked her lips unconsciously.

"all?"

"If necessary, I can provide multiples. How long can you teach us?"

".That's not a small amount."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. In addition, we need to teach fighting techniques and the use of cursed power, as well as practical classes every day."

".Every, every day?"

For the first time, Mingming paused in the conversation.

She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, her hawk-like eyes focused and then dispersed, and she glanced vaguely at the richest person she knew among the people present - Gojo Satoru, the young master of the Gojo family.

However, it was discovered that although Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised at first, he became calm after some hesitation, and finally became happy as if he was watching a show.

Is there really a chance? Mingming narrowed his eyes.

If you have to choose between fighting cursed spirits and fighting humans, it is definitely more fun to tease the younger generation.

But this time, her tone changed.

"If I can renew the contract, then that's fine with me. But if I can't pay the money, then I can renew the contract."

"Use [Restraints], and it will be fine."

"." Mingming paused for a rare moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud.

Learn and use immediately?
Stinky brat.

She finally stopped caring about the throbbing in her heart, her lips curled up, she gave up her elegance and reserve, revealing a smile that was as beautiful as a fairy, yet as greedy as a jackal.

"Junior."

Meimei raised his axe towards Fujimaru, blade pointed forward, like the Adiwang High School student drawing his sword against the King of Gold.

Let’s make it clear first.

You are the challenger.

"Is there enough storage in the vault?"
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Night in Tokyo.

The night in Tokyo is always quiet and brilliant. The city lights light up one by one, like smoke signals, burning the steel and concrete into a picture of melting colors. Looking down at the city of Tokyo is like taking a deep breath at the star map of the universe.

Passing through the steel jungle, through the playful crowd, lifting up the yellowed silk sign.

Inside the ramen restaurant, a man and a silver-haired woman were sitting side by side. The woman had an ominous expression on her face, with her long silver hair covering her eyes. She looked even gloomier than usual, and the usual approachable people were nowhere to be found.

The bald man thought to himself that this scene seemed a bit like déjà vu, but he still asked softly.

"How is it, my student?"

The silver-haired woman waved her hand, her expression relaxed.

"Very rich."

"I used everything I had, including being lazy at work, daydreaming, daydreaming, and making good use of the connection techniques during meal times, menstrual periods, toilet times, and time off work. I even used the art of chatting to change the subject."

Mingming clenched his fist and chuckled.

"It's fun to slack off."

"But - on the other hand, they will never miss any opportunity during work hours to ask me questions."

"Physical training, martial arts competition, the use of cursed power, the connection and interaction between cursed power and weapons, restraints, barrier techniques, spells, visual conversion of crow manipulation, and the technique of doing two things at the same time. Because of [restraints], I have to show them my inner self, everything about me."

"As the teaching progressed, my skills, abilities, and experience were all devoured. In their eyes, my thick clothes were gradually peeled off, and I was finally naked."

"only."

Mingming clenched his fists, his eyes were dazed, yet he felt relieved and happy.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't let Fujimaru use up all his savings."

"Has your personality changed?" Ye Moth said with a subtle look.

"Hey, but your lessons are over too? Then they must be strong enough to fight against most dangers now."

With a sigh of relief, the moth, who had been busy for several months, was finally in the mood to happily drink a glass of shochu.

"Who knows? A top-grade curse master is not something we can imagine. Whether it's [Simplified Field] or [Constraints], in the final analysis, they only increase the possibility of their survival." Mingming got rid of his frustrated look just now and returned to his usual calm demeanor.

"But, anyway, you don't have to worry so much."

"What do you mean?" asked Noctua.

"Well because"

The transparent Japanese shochu hit the small white porcelain, and ripples spread out, making the reflected face blurry and unclear.

The woman thought back to the training she had done during this period, and the time she had spent with those four people.

Especially, the black-haired boy who always seemed to be smiling.

"I can't imagine it."

Mingming sipped the wine.

"I can't imagine at all that they would lose."

(End of this chapter)