Does the world have a will of its own? Or is something meant to happen? Yahara had never thought about this before.

But this sudden mission made him seem to have found evidence.

Knotweed Yuhito still received Gojo Satoru's special training even if he didn't die, and instead he was excluded from the exchange meeting to carry out the mission, which was always wrong.

Shaking his head, Yahara felt that he was still thinking too much, and after a little preparation, he went to Yidi Zhijiegao to understand the task.

At this time, Gojo Satoru looked at the back of Yahara Jie leaving: "I don't know what kind of task those old guys will give him?" He's not as talkative as Bone. ”

Turning around, Satoru Gojo began to arrange Knotweed Yuhito and a few people to do pre-meeting training in an orderly manner.

"Yahara-san, this mission requires solo action due to its special nature, are you sure?" Yidi Zhijie lifted his black-rimmed glasses, and his face was a little unnatural.

Yehara was generous, and his face was full of indifference: "It's all here, so can you still refuse?" ”

"Then I'm starting to talk about mission requirements."

In Iji's succinct explanation, Yahara understood the general requirements of the mission.

Although Tokyo has the largest economy in Asia, it is also immune to an aging population and a lack of newborns, most severely in the periphery.

The site of the mission is located on the edge of Tokyo's Shinjuku district, in a desolate area with empty houses.

According to intelligence, there have been a number of unknown deaths there in recent days, and the victims' heads have left traces similar to gnawing, which are broken and fragmented.

From what you know from the police, it is likely that there is a level 1 or higher spell spirit there.

The task is to identify the source and abilities of the spell spirit, and to allow for a retreat if necessary.

After thinking about it carefully, Yahara felt that something was not quite right. Since we all know that there is a first-level spell spirit, why don't we just send the corresponding spell master to eliminate it, but instead go to investigate it first?

The point is that it is so obvious that the proposition Gojo Satoru is next?

Fiercely arranged Gojo Satoru in his heart, Yahara finally realized Megumi Fushiguro's feelings, this guy can really toss.

In order not to miss the pre-conference training of the "Kyoto Friendship School Exchange Meeting", Yahara was fully prepared and quickly hit the road.

The first time he went out alone to do a mission, Yahara was a little confused.

In the original world, he was a person who didn't like to go out, which caused him to be a bit of a road idiot. Now to let him run so far in a foreign land using a means of transportation is simply more tiring than fighting a spell spirit.

After two train transfers, he boarded a dilapidated bus, which is rare in Tokyo, and the light and fluttery body made him feel like he was going to roll over at any moment.

According to the location given by Iji, Yahara got off at a stop without a canopy.

In front of the note, Yahara tried to pronounce the name of the stop sign that stood on the ground and was devastated by the wind and rain: "Eye... Field... Stand"

After confirming the location, he scanned the surroundings and saw that all of them were low-slung Japanese-style bungalows, which could be seen from the appearance of many years, with dense wires like spider webs on their heads.

As the rainy season approaches, the sky is covered with layers of cumulonimbus clouds, and the gray color hides the original appearance of the world.

Dressed in a dark blue uniform unique to the High School of Spells, Yahara asked passers-by about the location of the intersection and walked straight away.

The Koban system is a police system that began in the Meiji period of Neon Country, and the Kobansho is a place where police officers alternate shifts, similar to the police station in the original area.

After inquiring all the way to the Jiaoban Office, Yehara's special clothes attracted the attention of the police officer on duty at the door: "Hello, is there anything wrong?" ”

Yahara took out the note again and read into the handwriting, "Excuse me, I'm looking for a police officer named Masahiro Akamatsu." ”

This person is actually an auxiliary person from the High School of Spells, who is responsible for reporting the suspected appearance of spells, and then the High School will send a sorcerer to deal with it.

The policeman on duty hesitated for a moment, but still conveyed the message to the walkie-talkie, claiming that strangers were visiting.

After a while, a tall, muscular man in a suit and uniform slowly walked out of the room, still holding an unburned cigarette butt in his mouth.

He carefully stared at the black vortex button on Yahara's chest, confirmed that it was someone from the High School of Spells, and stretched out his hand to introduce himself: "Hello, I'm Masahiro Akamatsu, please come in and tell me the details." ”

After speaking, he smoked the last puff of cigarette vigorously, spit out a smoke ring, and snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingers and threw it into the trash.

This wild style deeply shocked Yahara, and it turned out that the muscular hunk in the comics was real in reality.

Walked into the exchange office in a daze, whether it was in the original world or the world of spell return, he came to the police station for the first time, and watched everywhere like a curious baby.

Masahiro Akamatsu took Yahara to the reception room and brought him a cup of hot water. Yahara sat honestly and squarely in his chair, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"Although I don't understand why I sent you a child to do the task, but it's better than nothing, so I said it directly." Masahiro Akamatsu took out a few photos and showed them in front of Yahara.

"These are the victims' state of death, the heavenly spirit lid of each corpse has been torn open, and the brains, plasma and so on have been eaten, like leftover canned food boxes."

Yahara's face was a little pale, his brain was dizzy, and the level of gore on the photo exceeded his psychological expectations.

Drinking saliva to suppress the feeling of vomiting, Yahara asked, "That... Mr. Akamatsu, I would like to know what characteristics these corpses have in common during their lifetimes? ”

Akamatsu Masahiro originally wanted to scare Yahara and test his psychological quality, but he didn't expect that he could hold back the discomfort and start analyzing it in an orderly manner.

With a smile of approval on the corner of his mouth, he answered Yahara's question: "This is the fringe area of Tokyo's Shinjuku district, and if you want to talk about the commonalities, it is nothing more than poverty. ”

"Poverty is a sin in the eyes of the rich, and the poor who want to get rid of it are also ashamed, and no one wants to admit that they have anything to do with it."

Yahara chewed this sentence thoughtfully, that is to say, this spell spirit was born out of people's disgust and shame of poverty?

"Mr. Akamatsu, I want to know where the last death scene is?" Yahara prepares to find out if there is any remnant of mana left behind by the spell spirit.

Masahiro Akamatsu waved his hand, indicating that he was going to the location with Yahara, after all, it had been sealed by the police to prohibit unrelated people from entering.

Yahara was overjoyed, and then said hesitantly, "If you really want to meet a spell spirit, it is very dangerous for Mr. Akamatsu not to be a spell master. ”

The other party patted his well-developed biceps and said disdainfully: "Although my level is not up to that of ordinary magicians, with my strong physique that I insist on exercising, I will not necessarily be worse than them!" ”

Looking at his confident expression, Yahara was not easy to refuse. I can only hope that the next action will be thrilling and dangerous, and not as dangerous as I imagined.