Abnormal month

Chapter 343: Infiltrating the Enemy (6.4k)

Two days later.

Shibuya District, Tokyo.

The night is like water, and the evening breeze blows slowly, but it cannot calm people's restless hearts.

The girl, who seemed to have walked out of a painting, walked through the busy sidewalk and walked along the street into the endless depths of the city.

The girl had short hair that was like pink and gold, with a green bow tied behind her head. She wore a white one-shoulder suspender top on her upper body, revealing her smooth and tender shoulders, and a set of black cropped pants on her lower body, exuding a youthful and energetic atmosphere.

Although the girl looked only about fifteen years old, her graceful figure constantly attracted the attention of passers-by. Her large chest, slender and soft waist, and well-proportioned long legs were as eye-catching as a rose under the night sky.

But her face was cold, and she exuded an aura that kept strangers away, making people realize that this rose was not only beautiful but also thorny, and they could only watch from a distance and not play with it.

Under the night, the girl strolled in the city, the neon lights gradually faded away from behind her, and the sound of horns gradually disappeared.

When she came to a street that was rarely visited and so dilapidated that it seemed to be abandoned, the girl stopped and walked down a staircase into an alley.

Deep in the alley, where the neon lights were flashing, there was a dimly lit bar.

There was a strange talisman paper on the door of the bar, which made people think it was a fortune-telling shop opened by a witch at first glance. If it was spread out, it would be easily welcomed by students of school age and become a campus legend.

The girl ignored the talisman paper on the door, pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The wooden door creaked, and the scene in the store came into the girl's eyes.

This is a bar that is not very spacious.

The dim light hung on the whitewashed roof, giving people the impression that it might be shaken by an earthquake at any time. The few tables were neatly distributed around, and it seemed that there were already guests who had arrived earlier. At this time, there were several figures sitting there.

At the bar, the man who was probably the owner of the bar was busy there, shaking the shaker in his hand.

After hearing the sound of the wooden door being opened, the man standing at the bartending looked towards the door, with a scholar-like gentle smile on his face.

"Welcome, are you alone?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Just call me Okita Souji."

"Please sit down as you like."

The man nodded to show his understanding and pointed his chin towards the many empty seats in the store.

Okita Souji walked into the bar, and his cold eyes immediately fell on the man who was mixing drinks.

Tall and elegant.

Although he was smiling, his appearance naturally had a hint of sharpness.

He was wearing five cassocks, with black hair tied into a bun and floating behind him. His forehead was sewn up and down with thread, as if his skull had been opened before.

He shook the wine pot in a very stylish way, giving people a feeling of proficiency and elegance at first glance.

"I wondered who was against me, but it turned out to be this guy, so it's not surprising."

Roy, who shared the same vision with Miss Okita, suddenly realized after seeing this man, and his doubts were suddenly cleared up.

This iconic dress, and the extremely conspicuous sutures on the forehead.

His identity can be seen through at a glance.

"Oh? Such a young girl came!"

Suddenly, a rough voice sounded in the store.

Miss Okita turned her head and looked at the table at the deepest part of the bar.

A middle-aged strong man was sitting there. He should be close to 40 years old. His head was shiny, reflecting the dim light. His naked upper body was covered only by a blacksmith's apron, and his strong muscles could not be hidden.

"Little girl, have you lost your mother? Then do you want to go with your uncle? You have a nice skin. You should be able to be made into great furniture, no, into a pillow, a hug pillow... Yes! How about your uncle make you into a hug pillow?"

The middle-aged blacksmith's eyes lit up when he saw Miss Okita walking in. He couldn't wait to get up from the table and strode towards Miss Okita.

He was like a sculptor who saw exquisite materials. He was eager to show his artistic attainments on Miss Okita, and the enthusiasm was overwhelming.

The brows of the nosoko standing in front of the bar were slightly raised, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

Seeing this, several guests at other tables seemed to have not seen this scene. Some drank and some looked at their phones. Their expressions were calm. They were too lazy to even have a slight fluctuation. They didn't care about what happened at the door at all.

"Clang!"

In an instant, the clanging sound sounded like thunder.

Several guests scattered throughout the store suddenly changed their faces and cast surprised and fearful eyes at the girl at the door.

The middle-aged blacksmith's face froze slightly.

A dazzling knife flashed before his eyes.

Then, he saw his arms, which were about to grab the girl, were neatly broken at the elbows.

Both forearms fell to the ground, and blood gushed out of his arms like it was free.

"Ahhhh!"

The blacksmith fell to his knees, screaming.

Ms. Okita sheathed her knife, her face indifferent.

"Manager, can such a mentally ill guy be allowed into the store so blatantly? It's your fault for not putting a sign at the door saying dogs and psychos are not allowed to enter."

"Hehe, although his mind is not normal, the curse masters gathered here are all skilled."

Nosuke's eyes swept over the man who lost his arms and kept screaming, and his smile remained unchanged.

He was not worried about Miss Okita's safety the moment before, and at this moment he did not feel guilty for the blacksmith man losing his arms.

"Miss Okita's sword skills are amazing. Even in the ancient times when there were many masters, she was a strong man who could rival the sword masters. It is really admirable that she has such sword skills at this age."

His eyes fell on Miss Okita, and his face showed a genuine admiration.

"This glass of wine is my apology."

He handed the wine he had just mixed to Miss Okita.

Then he left the bar and came to the middle-aged blacksmith, picked up his arms hanging on the ground, and fixed them on the broken parts of his arms.

"Mr. HDB, I understand your artistic pursuit, but I still hope you can be patient at this time, otherwise - I will become unable to bear it."

The screams stopped abruptly.

For a moment, HDB Tanzao saw the hideous malice on his face like a demon.

Even though he was used to making humans into various furniture, his heart skipped a beat at this moment, and he felt a chill all over his body.

"I, I understand..."

HDB Tanzao stood up, shrugged his shoulders, walked to his seat with a sullen look on his face, and sat there slumped as if life was really meaningless.

Miss Okita glanced at the blacksmith man.

His arms that had been cut off just now had been connected at this moment, and the blood had stopped gushing, leaving only a short circle of scars.

In just a few words, the nosose helped him deal with the injury and connected the broken arm.

"Reversal technique... can he heal others?"

Cursive power is a force born from negative emotions. Negative emotions are stress itself and cannot be used to heal at all.

But if you can multiply negative numbers by negative numbers, you can get a positive number. Multiplying the magical power in this way can form positive energy, which can be used to heal yourself or others.

This is the reversal technique.

However, the reversal technique is essentially just a kind of magical power operation. If the method of strengthening the body is considered a "strengthening technique", then the reversal technique is a kind of "reverse magical power".

The healing effect brought by the reversal technique is completely different for each person. Some people can only restore the cuts made by the knife with the positive magical power brought by the reversal, while some people can even connect the broken arms, and some people can even heal other people.

There is no accurate answer to why such a gap is formed.

Unlike the magical power that is transmitted from the abdomen to the surroundings, the reversed magical power is generated from the brain and transmitted to the whole body, and the field of the brain cannot be interpreted even with current technology.

"But looking through the entire world of curses, only the school doctors of the technical college, Kaori Shoko and Otsutsuko Yuta, can heal others. Can Noso also heal others... or does he use some other power?"

In theory, cursed spirits cannot produce natural spells such as healing.

They are essentially a collection of negative curses, and healing is the field of reverse curses. The kind of healing that real people do is a transformation of the soul, which is not the same concept as healing.

"Rime."

Noso looked at the blood splattered all over the floor, frowned, and spoke to the back kitchen of the bar.

At his call.

From the direction of the back kitchen of the bar, a boy who looked about the same age as Miss Okita came out. He was wearing monk-like clothes, had a bob haircut, had an androgynous face, and his face was as cold as ice.

"What's the matter?"

"Deal with the blood. It's not good to leave it here, isn't it?"

"Tsk, don't call me for such a boring thing."

Rime clicked her tongue, and was very unhappy with his words.

He extended a finger, and the cold curse power whistled out, freezing the blood on the ground in the blink of an eye, and then shattered into a white mist, decomposing into tiny crystals that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Nozomi opened the door, and a gust of wind blew out of thin air, blowing the white mist out of the bar. Soon, there was no trace of blood in the bar, and only a little bloody smell lingered in the nose.

Seeing Rimei walking towards the kitchen with a face full of dissatisfaction, Nozomi smiled indifferently and his eyes fell on several guests in the store.

There were not many people in the store.

Including him and Rimei just now, there were only seven people.

The middle-aged blacksmith just now sat in the corner with his shoulders hunched, and his face was full of life. It was really boring.

A young man with a blond side ponytail sat in another corner, secretly looking at Miss Okita who had just arrived, with a faint blush on his face.

Finally, there was a grandson and a grandmother. The grandson had a mohawk hairstyle and looked a little dull. Sitting next to him was an old woman who looked nearly 90 years old with gray hair.

"It's almost time. It seems that this number is the only one left."

Luosuo looked at the wall clock and sighed slightly. He was a little dissatisfied with the number of people.

But there were very few curse masters who had the courage to go against the college. Most of the curse masters in the country could only live under the shadow of the curse masters and never dared to jump out in the open, otherwise they would definitely be hunted down by the general directorate.

If ordinary magicians came to hunt them down, most of the mentally abnormal curse masters would not take it too seriously.

But as soon as the General Directorate takes action, Gojo Satoru will be sent.

The existence of Gojo Satoru is a big mountain that weighs on all curse masters. No curse master dares to confront Gojo Satoru head-on. As long as he exists for one day, the curse masters will never be able to stand out and will have to hide in the sewers for the rest of their lives. Live a living, occasionally take on tasks to support himself, and then in order not to be noticed by the general manager, immediately erase all traces, tuck his tail and run away.

"Xia Youjie, I never thought you were still alive."

The old woman who was nearly ninety years old and sitting at the back seat of a certain table looked at Xia Youjie with a bit of emotion in her eyes as she said this.

"In the past, with you as a super curse master standing in front of us, we could still live a luxurious life, but since you faked your death years ago, the world of curse masters has become like a pool of stagnant water. No one dares to be discovered by Gojo Satoru. People keep their tail between their legs. If you were still alive, wouldn't you have released the news as soon as possible? "

Granny Ogami's face showed deep dissatisfaction.

Xia Youjie, turned out to be a super-level spellcaster in Neon, possessing the spell of spellcasting.

Ten years ago, due to unknown reasons, he became a curse master and became a special-level curse master. He was also the only special-level spell in the curse master world. He was the mainstay of the curse masters. He attracted the attention of the director general and the curse masters. Life was much better than now.

But at the end of last year, on Christmas Day, he led a group of curse masters under his command to simultaneously launch what was later called the "Hundred Demons Night Parade" in Shinjuku and Kyoto, releasing thousands of curse spirits in both places.

On that day, he himself attacked the Magic College, was defeated by Otoko Yuta, and was later executed by Gojo Satoru himself.

It’s only been half a year so far.

"Grandma Ogami, of course I have my plan."

Kensuo's expression remained unchanged, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"I was a little naive last year and actually dispersed my combat power to several places. Originally, as long as I concentrated my combat power, with the strength of that boy Yuta Otoko, I was no match for me. I was really stupid... Now let's talk about this It doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, I have a new plan now. I wonder if you would like to join it?”

"Plan? What are you planning to do?"

The gray-haired old woman, who was nearly ninety years old, frowned tightly, her eyebrows twisted into a knot that could kill a fly.

"I'll tell you the ugly things first. For your sake, I just came here for a visit. If you plan to do something big again, don't bring me down!"

This old woman must be the kind of person who becomes more afraid of death as she gets older.

Miss Okita thought so in her heart.

I have obviously lived longer than many people, but I am still not satisfied.

"That's a shame."

Kensuo sighed, looking like he felt sorry for this.

"However, in addition to the plan, I have another commission here. I wonder if Granny Ogami is willing to take over?"

"Commission?"

"Kidnapping three first-year students of the Conjuring High School, any one will do."

"Xia Youjie, do you think I'm a fool?"

Grandma Wei God stood up angrily and shouted angrily at Kensuo in an old voice.

"The first-year teacher of the Magical High School is that Gojo Satoru! I don't think I'm too tired of the long life of the student who kidnapped him! Who dares to accept such a dangerous and easy-to-understand commission? You should treat me like a fool!"

"Your news is out of date."

Kensuo didn't care at all about Granny Wei's anger, but instead responded with a smile.

"Gojo Satoru has been overseas since three months ago and has not come back. Maybe he was blocked by some mission. I am personally very curious about the mission that can hinder Gojo Satoru... But that is not the point."

"The point is, the current class teacher of the first-year high school is the newly promoted foreign magician named Roy."

"What, is there such a thing?"

Granny Ogami was surprised.

She looked at Kensuo with suspicion, obviously not trusting his statement.

"I have internal support at the top of the General Director's Department, so there will be no mistakes."

Kensuo nodded with certainty.

It is said that it is an internal response, but in essence it is more like a puppet.

But there is no need to talk about this kind of thing to this gang of useless curse masters.

"This news is no longer a secret. If Granny Ogami doesn't believe it, you can go find out for yourself."

Is there some internal support from the senior management department?

The middle-aged blacksmith Tan Tan and the cursing master with blond hair and side ponytail were both surprised when they heard this. Their expressions when they looked at Kang Suo had a sense of awe that was worthy of being a top-notch one.

There was no wave on Miss Okita's face, as if she didn't care about the words.

"...I believe you for now."

Mother-in-law Wei Shen hesitated for a while, struggled in her heart for a moment, and then sat down doubtfully.

"But even so, if you want to kidnap a first-year high school student, don't you still have to deal with a special one? The risk is second only to offending Gojo Satoru, right?"

"Don't worry, I will arrange for him to leave Neon in the near future."

Kensuo didn't take it seriously at all, and laughed with an expression as if he knew you would say that.

"At least let him go for more than a week. At that time, it is a good time to take action. You only need to wait for my information and then capture any student. Ah, but I suggest not to capture the knotweed Hishito, what is in his body A little bit dangerous, the remaining two can be used as you like.”

"If what you said is true, I can accept this commission."

The expression of the grandmother Ogami eased a little.

If everything goes well, then she only needs to deal with those little devils. She has been in the curse master world for so many years. If she can't even beat a few little devils, she will be laughed to death.

"Are you only issuing this commission to me?"

"No, everyone here can accept this commission. After all, there is more than one candidate for kidnapping. There is no need for several people to compete. It is better to disperse the target, right?"

Nosuo's eyes swept over the other three people one after another.

The middle-aged blacksmith, the group house Tanzo, is a forger. He is good at making curses, but his strength is average.

Although the technique of the blond side ponytail youth Chongmen Chunta is magical, it is of little help to combat power.

The only thing to pay attention to is——

Nosuo's eyes finally focused on the girl in the tank top.

Although this girl is young, her swordsmanship is really extraordinary.

Even with his thousand-year vision and experience, it is enough to be among the best. If she also accepts this commission, it should be stable.

"Ms. Okita, are you interested in taking this commission?"

Noso looked at Okita Souji who had been sitting there silently with interest.

Calling himself Okita Souji and using a famous person in history as his pseudonym, he is quite cautious, which cannot be generalized with his young and beautiful appearance.

"If that Roy is not here, then I will not accept this commission."

Ms. Okita sat there, still with a cold look without any expression.

"Oh? Why?"

Noso asked with a faint smile, holding his chin.

"I have something to do with that Roy."

Ms. Okita's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if she remembered a bad past, and her expression became gloomy.

"I want to take revenge on that guy!"

I see, I understand.

Seeing that Miss Okita looked like she wanted to kill him, Muso suddenly realized and automatically filled in the plot of a hundred episodes in his mind.

In general, he had suffered a setback at the hands of that guy.

Thinking carefully, the two were about the same age, and it was not normal that she had never heard of Miss Okita's name before. If she also came back from overseas, it would make sense.

Maybe the two had some disputes when they were overseas, and Miss Okita suffered a lot from the guy named Roy, so after Roy came to Neon, she also chased him.

Yeah, it makes sense!

Granny Ogami glanced at the people in the bar, and seeing that Miss Okita was not going to accept the commission, and that Hibiya Tanzo and Shigemen Haruta also remained silent, she understood what they meant.

"Then, this commission will be accepted by me alone!"

Granny Ogami stood up and walked towards the door of the bar with the help of her grandson.

"I am not interested in your so-called plan, so I will not stay to listen. Geto Suguru, when the time comes, you can contact me again."

"Okay."

Under the smiling gaze of Noso, Granny Ogami and her grandson opened the wooden door and left the bar.

After Granny Ogami left, Noso's eyes fell on the remaining three people.

"So, the three who are still here should all be interested in my plan, right?"

"Just tell me, what is your plan?"

Miss Okita made an expression that she didn't want to talk to him and just said what she wanted to say.

"That's no problem, but before that, please make a promise with me!"

Noso nodded obediently, with a happy smile on his face.

"After all, we are all in the world of curse masters, so let's not talk about trust or not. If this plan is leaked, I will be very troubled, so please make a promise with me that you will never spread the plan."

Hida Tanzo and Shigemen Haruta followed his words.

Both of them are the kind of mentally ill cursers who are eager to cause chaos in the world. They are very interested in the so-called plan of Geto Suguru.

Finally, it was Miss Okita's turn. Miss Okita was not vague and set up a bondage in front of Nozomi.

If she breaks this bondage, she will be punished by this world.

But she doesn't need to spread it at all.

Anyway, the Master now knows what they want to do.

After the three of them set up the bondage, Nozomi told the three of them his plan.

Speaking of which.

Why does the Master always use her as a vest?

Either sneak into other schools or sneak into the enemy.

Does the Master like to do this?

Miss Okita complained in her heart, but she didn't dare to talk to the Master through telepathy.

Now she is an ostrich.

An ostrich like Miss Miku.

Never let the Master find out that she has woken up!

Ten days later, the time came to July.

This day.

Roy, who was training three students, suddenly received a task from the Curse Directorate.

It said that a special curse spirit appeared overseas and he needed to exorcise it.

"Is this what they meant by arranging me to leave Neon?"

Roy looked at the task information in his hand and smiled playfully.

"It just so happens that my experiment on the life-saving technique has reached the point where I can try it on myself... Let's see what kind of storm you can stir up!"