"Don't call me Senior Sister of the Zen Academy! Call me Maki, Maki-senpai! Maki Zenin pulled out a slender katana from the weapon rack behind him and threw it to Yahara.

Holding a knife flower in his hand at will, Yahara gradually became familiar with the feel of this knife, which was lighter than evil, and the arc of the blade was deeper.

Stand in the center of the playground with both sides facing each other. Zenin Maki looked resolute, pursed his lips, and showed 100% momentum, compared to the dazed and helpless of Yahara who was not suitable for the competition, he looked extremely sophisticated.

Fat Da observed that the two of them were fully prepared, and waved his right paw violently: "The competition begins!" ”

Preemptive!

Zenin Maki took advantage of the distance advantage of his long knife weapon to take the lead in attacking, and his arms shook the long knife to the right and slashed down with a quick blow, and his fighting spirit was high.

Morimori's chilling slash seemed to be able to tear through the air, and Yahara only felt a breath, and the strong air pressure carried indescribable power towards him.

At the critical moment, Yahara launched a logical distortion of the technique, hurriedly deflecting the attack trajectory of this knife, causing it to deviate to the right side of his side.

Nail Wild Rose, who was watching the battle next to her, was a little puzzled, and stabbed Kurohui: "Sister Maki, that knife is empty?" Or what did Yahara do? ”

Megumi Fushiguro, who didn't feel the flow of the mana, shook her head: "I don't know, but I'm sure it must have been Yahara who did it." ”

Fat Da and Dog Curly Thorn were also quite surprised, it was incredible that this ordinary first-year freshman in front of them had flashed the first blow so easily.

Compared to them, Zenin Maki is even more strange, he definitely didn't deliberately miss, what did Yahara do to the end?

The competition continued, and the huge long knife was pulled out by the crack that Zenin Maki smashed out of the ground, and there was no trace of fluctuation on his face, and he turned around and slashed sideways with the connecting action.

As a last resort, Yahara had no choice but to reverse the blade of the knife and block a blow with the help of his body, and the strong power trembled and hit his body, but fortunately, with the blessing of the spell, he was not injured.

Knife after knife, stormy attacks continued to attack from all directions, and Yahara felt like a rock being washed under a waterfall.

Everyone watched this scene in amazement, with the strength of Zenin Maki's strength just now, the chain attack just now was enough to kill the second-level spell spirit, and Yahara could still parry it easily?

Sensing that the attack was showing signs of slackening, Yahara used a technique to shift Zenin Maki's long knife to the side: "Maki-senpai, it's almost okay, right?" ”

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Zen Yuan Maki's forehead, and he gasped slightly: "Yes, your legend is really not a false name, it is indeed not simple." ”

"I want to ask if you're using a spell to offset my attack?"

Breathing steadily, Yahara touched his head and smiled, "Yes, that's the effect of my unique technique logic distortion. ”

The technique given by the system is definitely unique, after all, it is not something that can be obtained through research and cultivation.

Putting down the pitted katana in his hand and saying goodbye to everyone, Yahara walked to the infirmary to treat the wound on his arm.

Ever since he was struck by the spell, the effects of the withering have been spreading on his skin, and in order to prevent it from invading his flesh and blood, Yahara has been using mana to resist, but it is not a long-term solution.

Walking into an antique wooden building with religious features, Yahara pushed open a door with an ordinary appearance, and was greeted by the faint smell of disinfectant water.

Behind the white curtain in the room, a graceful and lazy royal sister walked out, with a mask on her face and heavy dark circles under her narrow eyes: "You are ...... Satoru Gojo's students are coming? ”

Yahara replied respectfully, "Yes, Miss Ieni." I'm Yahara. ”

That's right, the long-haired royal sister in front of her is one of the few people who can achieve the therapeutic effect with the [Reversal Technique], and she is regarded as the "treasure of the academy" by the upper echelons.

"Tell me more about your injuries." Home into the glass quickly into the working state.

Yahara rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing the wrinkled skin on the outside, explaining, "This was bruised by the spell that just finished the mission. ”

Carefully examining the depleted skin that had lost its vitality, he cut off a small piece of epidermal tissue with a scalpel and studied it in the palm of his hand.

Well...... How to put it, this skin gives the house into the glass the feeling of a shriveled flesh that has been dead for many years, and even the human specimen is more elastic than it.

A little nervously looking at the family into the glass, Yahara was afraid that she would suddenly come and say that she would be hopeless.

It wasn't until she stretched her brows, as if she had been surprised to find out, that she was relieved.

Iiri asked Yahara to sit on a chair with his arms flat, stretching out his slender white right hand to hang above, and began to release the reversal technique.

Between breaths, an ominous dark red mana poured out of his palm, covering the wounds of the night plains.

In an instant, the dark gray of the withered and dead skin faded like ice and snow in the scorching sun, and the arm returned to its original color.

Then, he took out a scalpel and cut off the necrotic skin little by little, and treated it again with a reversal technique and bandaged the gauze.

All went well, and Yahara said a deep thank you to Iiri Glass, and then turned to look for Gojo Satoru.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the medical room, Yahara noticed that there was someone on his right, turned his head to look, and was surprised to find that Satoru Gojo was looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and waiting for him.

"How does it feel? Is it possible to act on your own? The corners of his mouth were raised, and he still had that trademark smile.

Yehara was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to dealing with people." He then took out the strange coin from his body and handed it to Satoru Gojo, "This is what the spell spirit left behind after he died." ”

Feeling the fluctuations of mana carefully, negative emotions such as remorse, unwillingness, and pain rushed straight to his mind, Gojo Satoru said interestingly, "It's quite interesting." ”

After checking it, Satoru Gojo said directly: "I don't know this thing either, but if you get it, you can keep it for yourself to study and play." ”

This overly bland reaction made Yahara a little incredulous, and all the previous conjectures made him think that this was a trap set up by the top, but the facts were in front of him, and he had nothing to say.

As if thinking of something, Yahara asked Satoru Gojo, "Then what should I do next?" ”

Aiming at the bandage on his arm, Satoru Gojo seemed to have another good idea: "Do you want to learn the reversal technique or practice martial arts?" ”

"Two of you practice together?" Yahara thought for a long time, and clapped his hands to make up his mind.

"It's very bold, but that's what I think." Gojo Satoru lifted his round-framed sunglasses, "The reversal technique is not so simple, at most, let you understand the mana operation, and then you can practice slowly on your own." ”

Sure enough, it's a free-range teaching method.