Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

The fire is burning.

The fire roared.

This is the starting point for mankind to escape from ignorance and barbarism, and it is also something that mankind has been afraid of since ancient times.

Fear generates curse spirits, and curse spirits bring spells.

In the continuous iterative inheritance of spell spirits and spell masters, the flame spell method has been continuously improved. Even if the Chanyuan Fan has not stepped into the gate of the field, nor has it been practiced to the extreme, it still has terrifying output.

In the eyes of Chanyuan fans, the techniques inherited from families are indeed powerful, but the truly powerful techniques are those that have always been rooted in human history and have never been eradicated.

Although it has obvious flaws and is easy to be targeted, as long as you seize the opportunity, you can decide the outcome or even life or death in an instant.

In Chanyuan Shan's eyes, there was no pain or guilt of killing his daughter with his own hands. Instead, there was only the relief of putting down a big stone, and the relief of years of depression being released.

When people are happy, they talk more.

"My brother's technique only appeared and developed recently. Whether this is a coincidence or not, it is not worthy of controversy."

"As a spellcaster, my personal ability is no worse than his. The reason why I can never catch up with my brother is because his children are all excellent, while my children are all useless."

"You cut off the blade and dodged my magic sword, but you are too self-righteous. I am not a magician of the Juliu team. I am a special first-level magician."

"Tian and Fubo... physical talents... so what? We magicians fight with our trained bodies and strengthen them with magic power to expand the magic. Maki, every qualified magician has There is power in you.”

"It's so ridiculous that a loser like you is telling me what to do!"

At this point, the Chanyuan Fan finally stopped outputting the magic power.

The high-intensity flames continued to be output for so many seconds, even a pyromancer couldn't bear it, let alone Zhenyi who didn't have any magic spells.

This time, not even the gods can save you!

"You, and Zhenyi are the stain on my life. I shouldn't have listened to my brother, I should have killed you when you were just born. I want you to remember that children should never stand in the way of their parents. "

These are the last words Chanyuan Fan left to his daughter.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, a voice came through the flames that were gradually weakening due to the lack of mantra power supply:

"Are you done?"

“Nani???”

Chanyuan Fan's body shook violently, and his eyes flashed with deep horror.

This voice——

Although this voice was dry, there was no way he could mishear the timbre and vocal line.

This is the voice of Zenyuan Maki.

How can this be? ? ?

Without giving him time to think about the answer, the black sword passed through the flames and struck quickly.

Relying on the swordsman's instinct that has been honed over time, Chanyuan Shan raised his sword to defend, but due to the removal of the spell, the release of the spell's power was still a step slower.

There is no extension of the blade, and no "feeling of falling flowers."

A pure competition between flesh and blood, a collision between knives and knives, the result is without any suspense.

The Chanyuan Fan was a complete failure.

The girl who burst out of the flames was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Surrounded by flames, dragging spots of light, she passed by the magician who had always lived in the old era.

The blade is sharp and the wind is chaotic.

The sword flashed and disappeared.

The moment the black sword was sheathed, blood filled the air.

An obvious line of blood spread from Chanyuan Fan's right shoulder to his left abdomen, dyeing his white front red, but the middle-aged swordsman had no time to pay attention.

Even if his lungs were injured and his mouth was bleeding, he would still ask:

"Why? How did you do it?"

He survived the "Fire Spell" that he exerted with all his strength. Except for half of his arms and the part below the knees and a ponytail, there were no obvious injuries anywhere else.

"The answer is simple."

Maki turned around and looked down at her father who had always been aloof and arrogant in her memory from an angle she had never seen before.

"You have always regarded me as a stain and have never looked at me squarely. How could you know how much effort and preparation I have put in to defeat you?"

"As you said, I am an incompetent weakling and a waste. I have no right to look down on any opponent. You, brother Jinichi, Choshouro, Ranta, Noburo, and the Kurutsu team, I treat you as yours every day. Conducting simulation training for an imaginary enemy, but have you ever thought about how to deal with me? Do you know what I have learned? What magic tools have I obtained?"

"Being blinded by arrogance, unable to see clearly the enemy or yourself, this is the cause of your defeat."

Maki clenched her left fist tightly. Under the half-burned sleeve, on her wrist with streamlined muscle lines was a simple bracelet made of black rope that was darker than the black knife.

There is a vague and vague spell power swirling around the bracelet, opening up an invisible position to deflect the flames, or to be precise, to disrupt the spell.

It was part of the special magic tool, the black rope, that Mingli wanted to snatch from Miguel even though Xia Youjie was spared.

Half of it was polished off by Gojo Satoru and split into two by Akari. Maki only got a quarter.

Although not as powerful and domineering as when he was intact, Maki is not as tall and powerful as Miguel. If you don't need to consider attacking, it is still enough.

Of course, you have to pay attention to the specific method. After all, the range is much smaller. To ensure that the whole body is protected, Maki needs to shrink her body. The best way is to squat with her head in hand.

To be honest, it's a bit lame.

Fortunately, Maki doesn't care whether the fight is good or not, and Gojo Satoru would definitely not be happy if it were him.

Maki originally wanted to use Stephen Chow's famous stunt "Invincible Hot Wheels" to roll out and stand out - the black rope is disruptive, not completely ineffective. The surrounding flames are still there, and Maki, who is protected by the black rope, will also be indirectly affected. For example, if the air temperature is too high, sparks will occasionally come in.

Until she heard her father's true words that he had never revealed.

These words cut off a daughter's last thoughts.

"Thank you, my father. Without those last words, I would not be as burdenless as I am now."

"You said that children should not be an obstacle to parents. I don't think this is wrong. But this relationship should be mutual, work together and move forward together. In this way, even obstacles will be constantly overcome. This is what I I learned it after I left home.”

Maki's eyes zoomed away for a moment, passing across Akari on the roof of the office building, and landed on Akira Mei who came behind Gardevoir at some unknown time.

It was she who taught Maki how to get along between parents and children, and it was also the first time she made Maki realize what family affection and parental love are.

Who is easier, living alone or raising a child as a single mother?

In contrast, the most popular young boy special at the moment, his mother was an ordinary third-level magician. However, the boy did not complain at all, but felt guilty towards his mother.

The higher your level, the more things you have to do, and the less time you have to spend with your family.

This is Maki's ideal home.

In comparison, his father——

"You don't make any efforts. You just unilaterally identify it as an obstacle. You only see your own selfishness. That's the biggest reason why you lost to the old man from Dhibi."

If it weren't for her father's "Graveside Confession", Maki would never have imagined that she and her sister could survive because of the Naohbi people.

Although with that old man’s character, what he said wouldn’t sound very nice, I guess it was——

If you have a big family and a big business, you are not afraid of raising two losers.

Judging from this little face, she will definitely be good at it in the future. It would be nice to be a maid to please your eyes. If you don't want it, just give it to me.

But under the already established ethos of Zen monasteries, this is the best way.

After I remember, I came close to death several times. The head of the family seemed to ridicule, beat, scold and punish me, but in fact, I saved the person.

The more impersonal and extreme the Zenyuan fan is, the more it highlights the human touch of the direct people.

This old cunning guy.

Megumi's father probably had the same mentality when he left home.

Because one person's kindness like providing help in times of need has blocked the further fermentation of hatred.

Well, I was planning to make a break, so let’s make a clean break this time.

"From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other - just accept this knife as your daughter's last, insignificant concern."

After saying that, Maki turned around and left, no longer looking at the man behind her who was supposed to be her father.

Not dead anyway.

Maki left some room for the last stab, specifically avoiding the heart. With the conjurer's tenacious vitality, it would not be easy to die.

Because of you, I gained life, and now I pay it back in this way.

This is Maki's "trivial concern".

This time, the two sides were completely clear.

Chanyuan Fan doesn't think so.

I lost?

Did I lose to a loser?

How could I lose?

Doesn't this completely prove that I am a loser?

This damn stain, even if it stopped me once, it wasn't enough. It wanted to stop me again and again.

Why not die?

Why survive?

In this case, I will kill you again. This time I will cut off your head and burn the city to ashes.

Completely.

Anger, resentment.

The gap between hope and despair gnawed at Chanyuan Fan's heart.

Let this middle-aged man who always only has eyes for himself fall into endless madness.

At this moment, he abandoned all face, all rationality, and was no different from the cursed spirit of chaos.

kill!

Kill!

Kill kill kill!

Just kill her——

Just kill her and nothing will happen.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill——

Anger and resentment turned into curses that filled Chanyuan Fan's body like never before, suppressing his injuries and allowing him to stand up unsteadily.

Trash, I've told you, any conjurer you can do can do it, and whatever you can't do, a conjurer can do it too.

You didn't kill me, so go to hell and repent.

Raise the knife.

The blade of the sword was filled with excess magical power, and the severed sword actually had a tendency to develop into a military sword. (more than five feet)

Everyone who saw this scene had different reactions.

Some were disdainful, some closed their eyes as if they couldn't bear to watch anymore, and some had mocking expressions on their faces.

"Idiot." Zenin Naoya gloated and cursed, wishing that both parents were dead.

Shan's brother, who was standing next to him, was silently drinking wine with a bitter expression on his face.

After all, he was his younger brother, how could he be indifferent?

When did it become like this?

It was obviously not like this when I was a child.

For a while, he and himself were known as the twin towers of the Zenyuan family. With their support, the Zenyuan family defeated Kamo and Gojo and became the worthy leader of the Gosan family.

Is it because of the spell? Or is it because of the family itself?

This old, decaying house was due for a good sweep.

Otherwise, he would really be thrown away by the Gojo family and the Kamo family and become a shame to the Gosan family.

The inheritance of a family depends not only on force, but also on people's hearts.

Akari and Gojo Satoru on the roof were both speechless.

"You haven't given up yet? Do you really want to kill Xixi?"

"My brain is broken."

The two of them had no intention of taking action. Not to mention Maki's keen senses and superhuman reaction speed, the bystanders around them would not leave Maki alone.

Unexpectedly, Gardevoir had already prepared his telekinesis.

Darkrai in the darkness also prepared a black hole.

The least disguised ones are Menas and Choubao above.

Both of them opened their mouths wide, and their water guns and spell tools were ready to be fired at any time.

The reason why she didn't move before was because Maki didn't want to. If Maki didn't mind, Menas and Choubao could take care of them without her taking action.

My favorite opponent is the fire element - Menas said, you have the ability to burn me to death.

However, it was not Menas, Choubao, Gardevoir, Darkrai, or even the Elven Curse Spirit that stopped the mad Chanyuan from slapping him.

But someone who no one noticed.

A girl who looks exactly like Maki except for her muscles and hairstyle.

She was hiding in the low trees fifty meters away, holding the rifle in her collector's edition pistol - the Contender.

Biang!

There was a gunshot.

Although the accuracy of pistols is relatively criticized, Zhenyi has an extraordinary talent in this area. He can snipe with a revolver, let alone a famous competitor.

A shot penetrated the right shoulder of Chanyuan Fan, blood spurted out, and only half of the sword was left in his hands.

Chanyuan Fan stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but stood up tenaciously, talking to himself as if he was under self-hypnosis.

"It's not over yet, I can't stop yet, I must solve the spell——"

Biang!

There was another gunshot.

This time it was the knee.

The competitor's powerful penetration shattered the knee joint of Chanyuan Shan's left leg, completely depriving him of his ability to move.

Not only that, because the bullets were made using the "Construction Technique", they were also filled with high-density magic power. Under the influence of this power, the last support of the Chanyuan Fan also lost its effect, and the whole person crawled to the ground. , the forward right hand was only a few dozen centimeters away from Maki's heel.

No matter how much I didn't want to stop, the Zenyuan Fan finally stopped.

Just like his situation all the time, he has never stepped out of his own prison, and has always stayed in the same place.

Not only are we getting farther and farther away from those in front, but we are also gradually being surpassed by those who come after us.

Needless to say, juniors such as Zenyuan Jinichi and Zenyuan Naoya, now his two daughters have also passed by him, and he still knows nothing about them.

He has long been left behind by the times, and is not even the afterglow of the old era.

Only residue remains.

PS: Well, Chanyuan Fan is so inappropriate. Although the plot has been modified by the author, similar statements are in the original work. Please see the latest chapters for details.

PS2: Thank you to book friend GZ Ergou, book friend I am just a passing cat, book friend Zhonghua Yimin, and lovely operating officer Vampire, and eternal rewards. Thank you very much.