I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"Yeah." Gojo took out the charm from his pocket and handed it to Huzhang's hand.

"Look carefully, it's really disgusting..."

Knotweed then threw it into his mouth without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru looked relaxed, but actually he was ready.

The second one... already one-tenth of the way there, what will happen?

Terrifying veins appeared on Hu Guang's forehead and the back of his hands, and the jet-black tattoos reappeared. A strong and unknown force burst out from his body in the form of air waves.

"Haha... haha... ugh——!"

The moment seemed to last as long as hours, and the black tattoo faded away with a hiss. When he raised his head again, the knotweed rubbed his neck and stuck out his tongue.

"Wow! It tastes so bad that I can't help but laugh!"

Gojo Satoru smiled meaningfully.

At this time, he had already determined that Hisuhito not only had physical resistance to poison, but could also easily maintain his self-esteem in front of Su Nuo.

He is a rare...genius that is rare in millenniums!

"What's wrong?" Hezhuang looked at Gojo who kept smiling and said nothing, thinking something was wrong.

"No, it's nothing. This means you are ready - can I think so?"

".....Not really."

Knotweed shook its buzzing head and stood up, moving its body.

"I still don't understand why I was sentenced to death, but I can't let the curse go unchecked."

What a troublesome last word...

"I will eat all of Su Nuo, and I won't know what happens next."

Knotweed's eyes were relieved, as if he could see the so-called end of life through the deserted road in front of him.

"The way I will die...has been decided."

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed heartily and couldn't help but applaud.

"Not bad, not bad! I don't hate you~ It looks like this will be an interesting hell from now on. Pack your luggage within today, and there may not be many opportunities to come back here in the future."

"Where to?"

"--Tokyo."

The can with the steam still attached to it was cold against the face, which frightened the knotweed. When he turned around, he found that Cheng Rang and Fushihei had returned.

"Here, Coke, Fushiguro-san invited you." Cheng Rang pointed to the impatient and cold boy beside him, holding a can in his own hand.

Fushiguro immediately retorted: "You were the one who pestered me to buy it..."

"Don't worry so much~"

"Going to Tokyo? Brother Cheng, what should you do..."

Cheng Rang put his arm around Fushiguro, who had a look of disgust on his face: "Next, you and Fushiguro will enroll in the school for magicians. As the accompanying doctor, I was invited by Teacher Gojo to be the school doctor, and the salary is not low. Woolen cloth!"

"It just so happens that my wife is also there. Don't let our show of affection affect your studies. Just let go and train. I can save you as long as you're not dead!"

Cheng Rang pushed the knotweed with his elbow, and the boy seemed to relax.

He also laughed out loud.

"good!"

"Then the departure time will be in the afternoon. Go back and prepare your things. We will meet at the station."

Gojo raised three fingers and said, "By the way, you are the third student in the first grade."

"There are so few!"

"Well, after all, we are very short of manpower for magicians."

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After packing up his grandfather's ashes and burying them under the tombstone of the Huzhang family, the young man said goodbye to his hometown where he had lived for fifteen years, and packed up his bags to head to Tokyo.

Destination: Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic, abbreviated as Tokyo Magic College.

Many magicians will still use this as a base to carry out activities after graduating here. The school is not only an educational institution, but also responsible for the assignment, execution and support of tasks.

It is an important place in the world of magic.

However, this school seems to be very different from the picture Huzhang imagined.

The old-fashioned building in front of me exudes the mellow atmosphere of history like a temple that has been abandoned for a long time. It is built with bricks and tiles and is located in the mountains. There is no smell of modern city, only the special fragrance of soil and grass lingering around.

"Isn't it too remote? Is this really Tokyo?!"

"If the landmark on the Shinkansen platform is correct, this is indeed Tokyo." Cheng Rang put his hands behind his head, holding nothing in his hands.

Compared with the knotweed with big and small bags hanging on it, it is more than a little refreshing.

"The outskirts of Tokyo are nothing more than that."

"By the way, where is Fushiguro?" Hidden Tiger looked left and right, and it seemed that after arriving here, Fushiguro Megumi ran off to nowhere.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the side: "I'm going back to the dormitory to rest. Although the wound has been treated, the consumption of spell power and energy still needs to be covered and slept to make up for it."

Cheng Rang said clearly: "No wonder he is always listless and unwilling to interact with others."

"Ah no, actually he behaves like that when he wakes up."

"....Yeah?"

Gojo Satoru walked in front first and greeted the two of them: "Anyway, both Hishito and Dr. Cheng need to go to the principal for interviews first."

"headmaster...."

"You might be refused admission. Just take it easy."

"Hey!? Then wouldn't I be executed immediately?" Knotweed pointed at himself and shouted in surprise.

"So you're not the boss." Cheng Rang scratched his head: "So the salary aspect is still interview? Why do I feel like I've been deceived."

Hiss...

While several people were walking and communicating, another voice suddenly came from the body of the knotweed, interrupting the conversation.

I saw a mouth full of sharp teeth grinning on his cheek, and he squirmed to speak.

"Any ranking that doesn't speak of strength is boring to death."

Knotweed immediately slapped the popping mouth.

"Sorry, teacher...this happens occasionally."

Gojo Satoru nodded in understanding and smiled: "Oh~ your body has become very interesting."

"I haven't settled the previous accounts with you yet!" Su Nuo's mouth reappeared from the back of Huzhang's hand, and the words were directed at Wu Jiao Satoru.

"Here we go again..."

An arrogant smile appeared on those lips: "When I seize this kid's body, you will be the first to be killed!"

Cheng Rang stood silently behind Wu Tiao, looking at the knotweed with interest.

The boy's current state seemed a bit similar to his own before he could hear Cheng Mo's voice.

Gojo Satoru's tone was frivolous, "Oh my, it's such an honor to be targeted by Su Nuo."

Snapped!

Hu Guang slapped Su Nuo's mouth back again, turned around and said, "Is this guy really famous?"

"Um."

[Liang Mian Su Nuo]

It is a fictional ghost with four arms and two faces. But he was actually a person who actually existed a thousand years ago.

It was the heyday of magic at that time, and all the magicians gathered their strength to fight against him, but failed.

Later, he was named Su Nuo, and we were even helpless to deal with the death wax that had turned into a curse after his death for a long time.

"He is unquestionable - the Lord of the Damned..."

After listening to Gojo Satoru's narration, Tiger Stick then asked curiously: "Compared to you, teacher, who is stronger?"

"Hmm... Well, Su Nuo should be quite difficult to deal with after regaining all his strength."

"Will you lose?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at Cheng Rang, who was looking around with his pockets behind him, intentionally or unintentionally, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I will definitely win...and besides -"

Gojo Satoru stopped and looked up at the door in front of him.

"Here we are."

Chapter 17 Interview Education?

As soon as the few people followed Gojo Satoru and stepped into the door, their eyes were attracted by the oriental-style interior decoration.

The window grilles densely block the bright light from outside, making the place feel gloomy. Candles are still used as light sources on the ground. The smell of burning sandalwood lingers in the nose, making people feel calm in a moment.

"Too slow, Satoru!"

A rough voice came from the end of the room, with a hint of complaint.

"Eight minutes late... You are always a few minutes late without getting scolded. Didn't I tell you to get rid of this problem?"

The temples are shaved upward

, the black hair on the top of his head stood up like thorns, and the word "Sichuan" was wrinkled between his eyebrows. A burly man with sunglasses was sitting cross-legged among a pile of dolls that looked like toys, holding a carving knife in his hand non-stop.

An old man is carving something very cute! ? This was the first thought that popped into Huzhang's mind after seeing the person in front of him.

Before Gojo Satoru brought the two of them over, he had already explained who the person they were meeting was.

The uncle carving the doll in front of him is the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic - Noctua Masamichi.

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, spread his hands and said: "Since you won't get scolded, then don't scold me. You are carving a doll anyway, so it doesn't matter if you are eight minutes late, right?"

Noctua ignored Gojo Satoru's glib words, raised the carved doll and looked at it carefully, and then said without raising his head: "Are these two, who is the boy who is going to enter school?"

Knotweed took the initiative to take a step forward and bowed to Noctua at a forty-five degree angle.

"My name is Knotweed Hisahito, and my type is Jennifer Lawrence! Please take care of me!!"

"What are you here for?"

Knotweed's self-introduction was full of momentum, but at this moment he received a blow.

The young man blinked, "...interview."

"This is the Conjuring College."

"....So you're here to learn spells?"

"I'm asking about what happens next." Noctua put down the carved doll in his hand, stood up slowly, and looked at the knotweed from a bird's eye view: "Learn the curse, learn how to remove the curse - what do you want to do next?"

"What for?" Huzhang said matter-of-factly: "I want to take back Su Nuo's finger. It would be dangerous to leave it alone."

"——Why?" Noctua pressed forward step by step. "Cases, accidents, diseases, unknown people die every day. This is normal. If it is caused by a curse, can't we just leave it alone?"

Gojo Satoru and Cheng Rang who were looking over looked at each other, raised the corners of their mouths helplessly, folded their arms and leaned against the wall, "Well...it's starting again~"

Knotweed's answer followed.

"Because this is what my last words were. The specific details don't matter. I just want to save people."

"....Last words? In other words, you resisted the curse because of [other people's] requests?"

Pengka!

"Unqualified."

Noctua threw out a doll, and with a clicking sound coming from the doll's body, the doll without any clockwork device or control wires started to move on its own, and rushed towards the knotweed.