Hearing Yahara say this, Ayane Izawa cried with joy: "Great! Thank you so much for believing my words! After speaking, he asked a little embarrassedly: "May I ask what your name is..."

"Huh? I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, but my name is Yahara. After thinking about it, he added: "I don't need to say honorifics, I'm not used to it." ”

"Then I'll call you Yahara-kun, okay?"

Ayane Izawa's playful and gentle voice made Yahara couldn't help but blush slightly, and he was really at a loss to deal with girls.

After getting acquainted, Yahara offered to go to Izawa Ayane's residence, which is the place where the spell spirit haunts, to investigate, but he forgot one thing.

It was the first time he had seen a girl's room.

"No, no, no! I'm just looking for the Spell Spirit Remnant, and it's across the street from her house, so I'm not going in! Yahara repeatedly admonished himself in his heart.

Ayane Izawa, who was carrying a small bag, looked curiously at the nervous appearance of Yahara's blushing face, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile slightly: Yahara-kun is also a shy person.

The ordinary residential areas of the Neon Country seem to be crowded, and the alleys and roads are almost the same width, giving you the illusion of walking through a maze.

When he came to Ayane Izawa's rented apartment, Yahara found that it was only a street away from the place where the nearest deceased, Tanaka, lived.

According to Ayane Izawa's description, Yahara came to the right side of the first floor, opened the window, opened the curtains, and carefully examined the mana remnants in the room.

Sure enough, the deep living room was covered with mana filth, and the spell spirit had indeed been here.

But why wasn't Ayane Izawa attacked? It's just a wall away, so you can just clean it up, right?

When he came back to his senses, he found Ayane Izawa standing at the door of the room where she lived silently watching him, and immediately lowered his head.

"It's already lunch time, do you want Yahara-kun to come in?" She tried to ask Yahara.

This one... Yahara instinctively wanted to refuse, but he was indeed hungry after a morning of running, and there were no decent restaurants in the neighborhood.

"That's... Just bother. Yahara agreed with a heartbeat.

Ayane Izawa's room was surprisingly clean, perhaps also a shy bag, with very little furniture in the room, a bed, a fridge, a wardrobe and a low table.

Lunch was simple and delicious, a plate of seaweed rice balls and two bowls of original pork bone ramen, and I was very happy to eat it.

During the meal, he learned about Ayane Izawa's situation. Coming from the countryside, her family was poor, so she had to go out to work after high school to support her family.

Unexpectedly, this beautiful skin brought her work and caused a lot of trouble, and what happened just now is a typical example.

After listening to it, Yahara was a little embarrassed, he had heard that the female victimization rate in the neon country was generally high, and a vivid example in front of him made him see it more thoroughly.

The portrayal of real society is not a fairy tale of dreamy growth, and the back of the mirror is not as clean and smooth as the mirror.

After thanking Izawa Lingyin, Yahara hurriedly got up and set off to continue searching for the spell spirit, but Ayane Izawa's kind and stoic image lingered in his heart.

After calming down, he finally found a low-level spell spirit nearby.

This time, instead of letting it explode on its own, he tried to ignite its mana with a spell, and then sensed the source of the mana through a split second burst.

The rain began to fall heavier and heavier, accompanied by bursts of thunder, and the wind and rain swept across the land, like a heavenly river bursting.

Drenched in cold and merciless raindrops, Yahara picked up his speed, his gaze fierce and fierce.

After a while, he came to the bridge of the route through the subway, aimed at the hidden black hole below, and rushed up with an arrow to gather mana and smash it with a punch!

Rumble!

Flying rocks were scattered, dust and mist were raised, and a loud sound was heard throughout the bridge. The body of a passing train shook violently, but the passengers in the train were very calm, believing that it was just a normal small earthquake.

Staring at the dark and redundant cave in front of him, Yahara said in a deep voice: "Get out of here if you're not dead!"

When the smoke cleared, a huge monster more than two meters long appeared, its fangs turned up, and its limbs strong, somewhat similar to the scattered little spell spirits.

"That's it...... Be...... You...... Kill ...... It's mine...... Seed ......" The monster stumbled to speak the language of humanity.

Is the intelligence already so high? Yahara estimated that its strength would definitely not be weaker than that curse.

"You killed someone, I purified your seed, is there anything wrong?"

Without talking too much nonsense with it, Yahara stepped forward sideways, quickly came to the spell spirit, and punched the opponent in the head.

At the same time, he unleashed a logical twist, causing the spell spirit's body that had wanted to retreat to meet Yahara's fist.

Under the dual attack of both magic and physical arts, the spell spirit took a solid blow, and its body fell to the cave behind it in an instant, and the huge impact caused it to smash a clearly visible pit in the wall.

The curse spirit howled unconsciously, feeling humiliated and unbearable, and actually let the human beings who had been used as rations fly away, which was unbearable!

Struggling to come down from the wall, the spell spirit wrapped its hands around the air in front of him, and then Zhang Da condensed a gray spherical spell that emitted terrifying fluctuations, and threw it at the Yahara Gate with a roar.

Wherever the spherical technique passed, gravel, weeds and other substances showed an extremely strange decay, as if they had been sucked dry of the vitality contained in the body in an instant.

Although the peculiarity of the spell spirit technique was observed, all of this happened in just one second, and it didn't give Yahara time to make countermeasures in time.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Yahara surged an endless amount of mana from his body, trying to neutralize the attack directly.

Since the completion of the synchronization of strength, the mana in his body has truly reached the infinite state of Otoku Yuta, and even the total amount of mana of Gojo Satoru cannot be compared to it.

However, Yahara ignored the devouring nature of the technique, and the mana barrier he had built continued to pierce like the weeds that had previously decayed and decayed.

At the last moment, Yahara secretly exercised, his knees bent, and he instantly lay down to dodge, and the simple spherical technique only grazed his arm in the end.

Even so, the skin on the outside of his arm was dull and crumpled like lifeless dead wood.

Seeing that Yahara was stunned by his own technique, it jumped and jumped excitedly: "Should... Die... Target... Person... Class, know... Miscellaneous... What... Be... Strength... It's right. ”

Frowning at the injury on his arm, Yahara burned with vigorous mana all over his body, and learned to use the reversal technique with the method of negative and positive, but unfortunately it had little effect.

"Forget it, let's learn again if we have a chance." Yahara squinted: "This guy must be slaughtered!" ”

At first, he thought about catching this spell back and letting Gojo Satoru and those higher-ups see it, but now, enraged, he decided to directly hack the curse spirit in front of him like an orangutan.

silently communicated with the system in his heart, and then drank lightly: "Evil! ”