Prologue: Shinji Makiri

The boy's name is Shinji Makiri, and he is seven years old this year, and he is a scholar with aspiring to the Demon Path. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yes, as a traverser, it is clear that Kiritama Shinji is a waste who doesn't even have a magic circuit, but he still walks on this path.

What is it for? The honor of the family, the soul that has not yet deteriorated in the bottom of the heart, or is it simply unwilling and hardworking?

It's hard to say, because it's not easy to say what this kind of thing is going on, probably even he himself didn't realize it, right?

"Shinji, are you reading?"

The thin and withered old man slowly walked from behind to Shinji Makiri, he looked at the short figure sitting in front of a long table, looking at the Demon Dao scrolls seriously, studying tirelessly, and couldn't help but think back to his former self.

"Yes, Grandpa"

Turning around, the young man's eyes did not have the lively brilliance that children of this age should have, they should have been as beautiful as the starry sky on a midsummer night, but now there was only a faint elegance and tenacity in those eyes.

It's like a piece of rigidity, constantly fighting, hammering and not rotting, and becoming more and more persistent in suffering.

Mt. Kiri, appreciate such colors.

Yes, he remembered that many, many years ago, there was a young man who had such eyes, and the young man who looked at the silver-haired woman had the same will...

This is not a distinction based on aptitude, but simply by will.

"You don't have magic qualifications, you should know that, right?"

Before he said this, he had seen that the book that showed that the magic blood of the Jian Tong family was gradually depleting had been obviously turned aside.

In other words, his 'grandson' should already know the truth.

So, what kind of thinking made him continue to study these books that were of no use to him?

He was curious.

Shinji Maki raised his head, and in his immature body, there was a soul that fused two thoughts and memories, and although he was confused by the young will in his body, he did not diminish the maturity brought by that age.

In his previous life, he was also a character who was slightly similar to Shinji Kiri.

"Ah, I already know"

He turned his head and looked at his 'grandfather' and then turned around and sat upright.

In his previous life, he was also a famous family, and he also had a period of futile efforts, and then in the end, he couldn't get anything, and he was only accompanied by ridicule and helplessness, which was only different from Shinji, probably only one thing, right?

He never gave up.

And Shinji, after all, couldn't withstand that desperate pressure, so that he became a scum...

"Got it, what are you still doing, expecting a miracle?"

There was no raw brilliance in his eyes, and the thin old man was like a terrible ghost doll, with a corpse-like face, his eyes were unblinking, staring at Shinji.

Shinji, there is no fear.

"No, there is such a thing as a miracle, if you expect it, it will never come"

"Are you saying that miracles will come on their own?"

"No, I just want to say that there are no miracles at all"

Hearing such an answer, Dirty Yan's face couldn't help but have a look of consternation.

Is this the consciousness that a child of this age should have?

Don't expect a miracle, because expecting it will only hurt you more, don't wait for help, because from the beginning you understand that the friendly forces are only yourself.

This is, the enlightenment of a magician.

It's just, it's a pity.

It's a pity that there is such a beautiful consciousness, but there is no way to break through the limitations of the body after all.

Even if it's a clever idea, there is no way to do it in such a body, right?

He didn't sigh, but after many years of dead silence, he didn't just feel respect for such an heir.

It has nothing to do with seniority, it is just a tribute from the forerunners to the brave latecomers.

Or rather, anticipation.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked.

And Shinji, after thinking about it for a while, finally said what he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Sakura Tosaka, I heard that she was sent yesterday, right?"

"What do you want to do?"

Dirty Yan couldn't help but be surprised, after all, this kind of thing, although it's not very difficult to know, but it's not something you know casually, right?

But he didn't ask Shinji how he knew about it, and now, he was interested in what the kid would say next.

"If nothing else, you're trying to raise her to be an heir, right?"

Shinji's voice was a little soft, but he didn't waver, and he didn't hate the person who obviously deprived him of the meaning of existence.

Because I can't do it, I can't help it, although the process is very painful, and the ending is helpless, but there is no reason to hate others. This is the path he has always believed in in his previous life, and when he arrives here, he has no intention of changing it.

So, what does Maki Dirty Ken think?

Although it is not hit, it is not far away.

Dirty Ken has no intention of explaining his intentions in detail.

"Yes, and then?"

"Tosaka and Kiri's magic circuits are different, right?"

Shinji turned his head, his gaze sliding over the stacks of notes and manuscripts.

"Our Makiri... No, the Macchiri family, the attribute is water, and the Tosaka family, it's not like this, if you want Tosaka Sakura to inherit the family business of the Makiri family, then there must be a way to change her qualifications, right?"

"That's natural, but, even if it were, there's no way you can get a magic loop"

Dirty Ken saw through Shinji's thoughts at a glance.

But Shinji has no intention of giving up.

"Not at all? even a 1 percent probability?"

He was really unwilling, and just like that, he failed again, with the resentment of two people.

The blue-haired boy looked up at the old man without blinking.

The stalemate, which lasted for a minute, finally laughed out loud at the old man.

Hazy, with a vicious smile.

Shinji Maki has no intention of wavering, so, although he is further inferior to his father in terms of qualifications, he is more satisfied with Dirty Yan.

As an extremely evil magician, qualifications or anything are not what he likes, after all, if it is a magic circuit, he really doesn't care too much.

In countless turns, not to mention those, even deeper things, he has been touched.

He has changed his body one by one, and what he values is Shinji's firmness.

"Well, let's take it as if we have it."

He changed his tone, and then, two steps closer to the boy, like a real grandfather, squinted his eyes, and put his thin hand on Shinji's blue hair that he missed.

"But, Shinji, are you really ready?"

He stroked the slightly curly blue hair, and slowly, leisurely, spoke.

"Something like the Demon Dao, indeed, anything, is possible, even if it is outrageous, at least there will be a 'little bit' in the probability, but yo, my grandson, you must know that the power of magic comes from equivalent exchange, and if you want to get those things you want, it is impossible not to pay"

Shinji listened quietly, this was something he knew, enlightenment, he had it a long time ago.

It doesn't matter what happens, because the pain of failure has already been tasted enough.

"Yes, it's done"

He wasn't joking, and Dirty Yan was prepared precisely because he noticed this, and he really tried to see if he could make the Tong family change a little.

"Then, just follow me, it's useless to just read a book"

Kiriki smiled.

Then he turned around and walked slowly to the outside of the stack, to the bottom of the stairs, to the place called the basement.

"Yes, I see"

Shinji also stood up, straightened his collar, and followed him.

He was looking forward to the day, it had been a long time.

The heir of the Maki family...

For the sake of the name, he did whatever it took to get it.