I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Pulling open the white cloth, underneath is the corpse of Japanese knotweed.

"Huh? Isn't there no wound on the chest? The heart was taken out?"

"You have to ask Mr. Campbell about this." Gojo Satoru paralyzed his hands.

"Are you really not able to read the air?"

Now ask Mr. Campbell this kind of question. If someone doesn’t kick you out of your home, you must be extremely good-tempered.

"Well, I'm afraid that kind of special treatment method also has limitations. In short, although there are no wounds..." Gojo Satoru pointed to his heart, "But this place is empty and cannot be generated out of thin air."

"Well, I can dissect as I please, right?"

"Do a good job."

Ieiri Glass said as if he was still asleep: "Of course, who do you think you are talking to?"

At Isabella's house, Cheng Rang lowered his head. He had been scolded by Isabella for more than an hour, and he still had a scared expression on his face.

All in all, Cheng Rang had never seen his wife look so angry.

She just asked herself why the things she promised didn't happen.

Cheng Rang, who was in a disguised mixture state and wanted to track down the mastermind behind the scenes, was called back by a phone call.

"No matter where you are now, get back here immediately."

Good guy, it was the first time Cheng Rang heard Isabella talking to him in that tone. His back was soaked in cold sweat at that time. Cheng Rang could be said to have crawled back in tears.

And Isabella's first words after the two met.

"—the knotweed is dead."

"Eh?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"

......."

Then Cheng Rang was just stunned for a short while, and Isabella started a sermon to herself, crying while talking, and there really was no chance for Cheng Rang to interrupt.

At that time, Cheng Rang was in a state of unspeakable suffering.

The entangled cause and effect in Kizuki's body did not stop here. He would not die here. It was the same with Kugisaki and Fushiguro. Theoretically, even if he was not around, they would not have any problems.

After reading Letitia's third book "Cause and Price", Cheng Rang was able to vaguely perceive the fate of ordinary people who had intersections with him.

The knotweed will not die here - this is clear, Cheng Rang did not sense that his 'fruit' ended here.

But now Isabella says he is dead?

Cheng Rang still couldn't make a simple conclusion about this situation of different opinions. He needed to see it in person.

So after silently enduring Isabella's venting, Cheng Rang was finally able to stand up and hold her in his arms.

"Don't worry, the knotweed may not be dead."

"...Have you started using such nonsense to comfort people?"

"I mean... I have to go make sure the knotweed is dead..."

"The heart is gone. Do you think the knotweed is an [ordinary person] like you? I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Well, anyway! Just calm down and wait for my news!"

"Where are you going?" Isabella asked after catching up with Cheng Rang who opened the door.

"Where is the knotweed buried?"

"...in the dissecting room of the high school."

"It hasn't been buried yet, but I have to hurry up...if it is torn into pieces, the knotweed will be really killed if not dead!"

Isabella looked at Cheng Rang and seemed to calm down a little.

[If you master the power of taboo...]

[I still hate her now, the one who resurrected me——Isabella Frias. 】

What happened to her witch teacher Gresta flashed through her mind, and Isabella suddenly asked: "Are you going to resurrect him?"

"How is that possible! I can't resurrect others!" Cheng Rang quickly spread his hands as if he heard some joke.

"You can't do this, I don't care if you can do it or not..."

"So all said and done - don't worry."

Cheng Rang held down Isabella's head, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile: "I know very well what the price is, so don't worry, this guy...he's going to have a big life."

"The living have to carry the legacy of the dead and move on. Since Polygonum Knotweed has chosen to do this, it means that you are worthy of his doing so. Care more about yourself and the living people - as for dealing with the [dead people] ] Dealing with things..."

"——Just leave it to me, a half-hearted [god]."

Chapter 38 Senior

The summer cicadas are still chirping, but Fushiguro and Kugisaki sitting on the steps are obviously not as noisy as the unrestrained summer cicadas.

The death of their companion undoubtedly made both of them feel heavy.

"He also asked others to live longer...but he died first. He really saves trouble."

Wild Rose held her chin up and muttered in a seemingly complaining tone. She glanced at Fushiguro, who was looking down at the ground beside her, and asked, "Is this the first time you've seen a companion die?"

"This is the first time for a classmate of the same grade." Fushiguro said silently.

"Then you're pretty calm."

"....You don't too."

"Of course, he and I have only known each other for a few weeks! I'm not the kind of simple girl who cries because of a man's death."

Fushiguro still lowered his head, but his eyes secretly glanced at Kugisaki who was saying this.

The girl stubbornly held her chin up, as if trying to cover the trembling corners of her mouth with her arms.

He is clearly holding back his grief...

Fushiguro didn't expose it, just looked up at the sky.

Compared with the rainy day a day ago, the sky at this time was dazzlingly blue, and the stone bricks baked by the heat wave were even steaming with twisted heat.

"It's so hot."

Kugisaki rubbed his cheeks and sighed: "Yes, the summer uniforms are not ready yet."

...

"You look smellier than usual, Hui. Are you in mourning?"

Looking up following the voice, a bespectacled woman in a high school uniform appeared not far away, carrying a slender bag. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her narrow red eyes revealed a sharp gaze.

"Senior Zenyuan."

"Don't call me by my last name!" The girl who was called Zenyuan-senpai by Fushiguro seemed to be very dissatisfied with such a title.

"Maki...Maki!" A small voice called from the stone statue behind him.

Maki turned her head, "Didn't you see me talking? What are you doing secretly?"

"Don't you know why they are like this?!"

This sentence was spoken from the mouth of a panda walking upright. There were so many flaws that Kugisaki on the side couldn't even mention it. There was a small figure shrinking in front of the panda. It was obviously summer but still He stood up with a high collar, covering half of his face.

"What do you mean?" Maki asked.

The panda put his paw to his mouth and whispered: "One of the first graders really died yesterday!"

"Muyu flower..."

The two sang and harmonized, but the words in the white-haired boy's mouth

The language is completely incomprehensible to what he wants to express.

Zenyuan Maki's whole body froze, and later she realized that her expression was a little unbearable, and she said word by word: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"Wouldn't this make me a heartless devil?"

It can be said to be a textbook for accurately stepping on minefields.

Panda nodded: "Well, that's what happened just now."

"Tuna mayonnaise." The white-haired boy beside him added.

"No! I still have some eyesight!"

The three of them quarreled. Kugisaki pointed at them, turned to Fushiguro who looked helpless and asked, "Who are they?"

"Second-year seniors."

The argument between the three seemed to be over, and Maki's cheeks turned a little red when she realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Panda said to Maki: "Be gentle with your backs."

"...I really understand." Maki murmured: "Just pampering is gentleness."

At the same time, Fushiguro also introduced the three people not far away to Kugisaki.

"Senior from Zen Yuan, when it comes to the use of magic tools, he is the top expert among students."

Raising his chin, Fushiguro looked at the white-haired boy with his collar turned up.

"The curser, Dog Juanji. He can only speak with the names of rice ball fillings."

Finally, his eyes turned to the one with the most exaggerated appearance among the three.

"——Senior Panda."

Fushiguro sighed and slowly stood up from the steps: "There is another person, the only respectable senior Otoko, who is currently practicing abroad."

"Are you going to lead the panda away with just one word of panda?!"

Kugisaki finally found the opportunity to make a rant, and the two of them faced the three second-year seniors together.

Panda clasped his hands together and said, "Oh, I'm really sorry for bothering you while you are in mourning."

"But this time, I hope you can attend the [Kyoto Sister School Exchange Meeting]."

This was the first time Kugisaki had heard of such a conference.

"What's that?" she asked.

Fushiguro said from the side: "It's an exchange meeting held with another high school in Kyoto. But isn't that an activity mainly for the second and third graders? How did you find us?"

Chanyuan crossed his arms and said, "A third-grade loser is still suspended from school. There are not enough people, so you have to come too."

"Is it true that there is no room for negotiation...?"

Kugisaki asked again: "What is the exchange meeting for? Super Smash Bros.? I won't lose in the Wii version. I can continue to fight the guys who come back!"

"certainly not..."

The Kyoto Sister School Exchange Meeting is a competition that tests the strength, strategy, and cooperation between student magicians.

In other words, it's not an exaggeration to call it a battle.

The two schools are the Tokyo School and the Kyoto School, and each competes in an event set by the principals of the two schools every day, which is divided into two days.

Panda added: "Having said that, actually every year there is a team battle on the first day and an individual battle on the second day."

"Group battle, individual battle...?" Kugizaki asked in surprise: "Are they going to fight? Between magicians?!"

"Yes." Chanyuan showed a bellicose smile and said slowly: "It is a spell battle that can do everything except killing."

"On the contrary, in order not to be killed, we will also teach you well."

"Hmm...? By the way, do we have that much free time?" Kugizaki asked: "Aren't the conjurers short of manpower?"

"That's true now." Panda nodded.

"From the end of winter until spring, it will appear as a curse in early summer, which is the so-called busy period."

Maki said: "Occasionally, I am very busy throughout the year, but usually after these few days, I should be more peaceful."