Spell Return Battle: Unlock Eight Skills at the beginning

But.

Kageichi also did not notice that the old man sitting on the tatami was holding clear tea in his hand.

His eyes were like wild beasts, staring at his back, as if he would slaughter at any moment and tear his prey to pieces.

However, until Kageichi completely disappeared from the room, the old man did not make a move.

Just sitting quietly on the tatami, eyes narrowed, tea floating on the table, and the room is beautiful.

Faintly, a thousand mountains and birds chirped.

Snap!

The old man placed the teacup heavily on the table.

There was a muffled sound.

Mumbled in his mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s good, a good knife always needs a sharpening stone, before the conference starts, become stronger, Zen-in Ryuichi, you have noble blood on your body, don’t let me down.”

….

Fuso, Tokyo.

As the center of the entire Fuso country.

Almost half of the population is concentrated, making this small city even more crowded.

In this city where every inch of land is expensive, there are people who have tried their best to obtain even a square foothold for the rest of their lives.

Under such high pressure, countless negative emotions are naturally born.

And the birth of the spell spirit broke through from these countless negative emotions.

The more densely populated the city, the higher and stronger the quality of the spell.

Throughout Tokyo, there are no less than thirty registered special spells, and countless unregistered special spells.

It can be said that the people of Tokyo dance on the tip of the knife every day, and if there is any special class riot, then this group of poor guys will join hands and become the food of the curse.

For spell spirits, ordinary humans are simply too fragile and small, and they don’t need to exert strength to make them live worse than death.

If those guys who claim to be spellmasters, they would have destroyed everything long ago and become the true masters of the world.

But.

Because of the existence of those guys, the spell spirit had to hide in the darkness and survive, just because, in the very center of the entire Tokyo, the names of the three mountains were deeply pressed on all the spell spirits, no! Even the cursed masters who did everything evil trembled under those three names, not daring to dare to get involved in them.

Originally, there was a certain delicate balance between the spell spirit, the curse master, and the spell master, which lasted for hundreds of years.

But with the birth of that monster from the Gojo family among the Yuzo family.

Everything has changed.

The moment he was born, the balance of the world was upset by him alone.

Cursers lurk in the darkness, and high-level spells with wisdom are hidden in the deeper underworld.

And at the moment.

This man, whose every move could affect the entire spell world, stood under a towering ancient tree.

All around, countless wind chimes sounded pleasant ringtones.

The surroundings of the ancient tree are entangled with slender red threads, which are like blood, with a bit of weirdness and a bit of peace, and this sense of contradiction constantly surrounds the ancient tree.

From nothing to something, and from something to nothing.

Red lines sometimes emerge and sometimes dissipate.

With the sound of wind chimes, it constantly changes in front of Gojou’s eyes.

Gojo sat on the ground, eating the latest version of the cake in his mouth.

Look at everything in front of you with interest.

He rarely did not wear sunglasses, and the pair of heavenly pupils was like a pool of Tibetan blue lakes, constantly reflecting everything on the ancient wood, and in his eyes, it was like countless stars flowing.

“What do you see~”

The old man’s voice came to mind from the ancient wood, a short old man sitting cross-kneeled at the root of the ancient wood, the wrinkles on his face were like annual rings, stacked and entangled, and there were countless mottled age spots on his face.

He opened his eyes, but in the sockets, there were no eyes, only a deep emptiness.

Obviously, both eyes were gouged out, but for some reason, Gojo still felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching his every move, and this strange feeling came from the old man who looked close to decay.

“I see it, infinitely.”

Gojo casually threw the pastry into his mouth, supported the ground behind him with his hands, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the ancient wood in front of him, as if watching a unique performance, in the eyes of the sky, everything was seen so thoroughly by him.

Are the people who see through everything the strongest, and the most boring people.

Hearing Gojou’s answer, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and a little smile appeared on his face.

In the face of the best genius of the Gojo family for thousands of years, mastering the five realizations of the ‘six eyes’ that have only appeared twice in the entire generational inheritance, even if they are picky like an old man, they can’t help but feel a little proud.

“Very good, Goku, you are the next leader of the family, this warship that has been sailing in the torrent of history for thousands of years, you will be the only one at the helm, and your talent and strength will lead the Gojo family to glory.”

“Grandpa, if you are happy, to be honest, I have no interest in running the family.” Gojo shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

If other children spoke like this to the old man, they would have served the family law long ago.

But in the face of Gojou, the old man ignored his frivolous attitude and continued to say without thinking about himself.

“Xiao Wu, the Kamo family proposed to reopen the Gozen competition, and the Zen family has agreed, I want to know your attitude, because if you want to do it, this competition will make it deservedly crushed.”