While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

He shook his hand, trying to get rid of the flames.

The flame flickered, but did not go out.

He shook it again.

It's still not dead.

"Naoya-kun, is your hand alright? It's on fire! Do you need help?"

Ankagi, who was watching the commotion with Shoko below, ultimately couldn't remain indifferent. Remembering her senior's duty, she symbolically asked a question.

"No need. I'll destroy that thing right now!"

"cut!"

Then, Anka-hime pointed at Zenin Naoya and said to Shoko beside her, "Look how annoying this person is! He doesn't appreciate his senior's kindness at all. If he gets injured later, remember to heal him slowly, so he suffers a little longer!"

Shoko nodded first, then asked, "Is this really okay?"

Anka-hime waved her hand dismissively: "It's alright, this guy is the most annoying person besides Gojo Satoru! I'll only feel better if he suffers a little longer!"

"Tsk."

Naoya above clicked his tongue impatiently, increased the amplitude of his arm swing, and used a spell directly at the same time. His arm left afterimages in the air, and the speed was so fast that even the wind was whistling as he fanned it.

But the flames didn't go out; instead, they grew bigger!

What was originally a thin layer of pink flame suddenly flared up like a bonfire doused with oil as he frantically waved his arms. The flames spread from his wrist to his forearm, from his forearm to his elbow, and from his elbow to his upper arm. In less than three seconds, his entire right arm was enveloped in pink flames.

Naoya's movements froze.

He looked down at his burning right arm, his pupils contracting slightly.

"What happened?" A hint of panic finally crept into his voice, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a stubborn insistence that it was just a minor issue. "It's just a small fire, I—"

He paused again.

Because he sensed something strange.

It wasn't a burning pain, but a kind of indescribable heat rising from his bones. His heart began to race, his breathing became rapid, and the temperature of his cheeks rose by at least two degrees within five seconds. An abnormal flush spread from his neck to his ears, and then from his ears to his cheeks.

Images began to appear in his mind.

It wasn't about curses, battles, or missions, but rather something more personal, more secretive, something he would never normally think about.

The images were vibrant, the sounds were clear, and the textures were so realistic that it felt like someone was touching his skin.

Naoya's eyes began to glaze over.

He shook his head violently, trying to shake those images out of his mind, but they seemed stuck to his retina and he couldn't shake them off no matter what he did.

His breathing became more and more rapid, his face flushed more and more deeply, his pupils dilated slightly, and he seemed to be ignited from within by something.

He was still shaking his hands.

Shaking it wildly.

His arm left trails of afterimages in the air, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye. But the pink flame seemed to have chosen him, clinging tightly to his arm, no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.

Moreover, as he unleashed his magical power, the pink flames continued to spread.

From the upper arm to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the collarbone, from the collarbone to the chest.

Naoya's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, his eyes were unfocused, his breathing was rapid, and a strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

To make his hand swing faster and his spell power output greater, his hand unknowingly began to reach downwards.

Tianyan stood on the rooftop, watching this scene, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He took a step forward, and the power of the spell flowed into specific meridians in his legs.

Explosive steps!

His foot blasted a deep crater into the roof tiles, sending rubble and debris flying everywhere. In that instant, his body accelerated from a standstill to its maximum speed, so fast that there wasn't even time for an afterimage to form.

The next second, his flying kick was already in front of Naoya!

"Where are you putting your hand, you bastard!"

"Be mindful of the impact!"

The size 43 sole was precisely imprinted on Naoya's face!

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear, like someone slapping someone in a quiet library.

Naoya's body felt as if it had been struck by a giant hammer flying at high speed. He flew backward, tumbling countless times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding for three or four meters before coming to a stop.

He lay there motionless with his eyes rolled back, the shoe print on his face clearly visible, stretching from his forehead to his chin, reddish-purple.

Tianyan withdrew his foot, then squatted down, placing his right hand on Zhizai's burning arm. Pink flames surged in his palm, but instead of being released outwards, they were absorbed inwards.

The pink flames clinging to Naoya's arm seemed to be summoned by something, peeling off Naoya's skin and turning into tiny specks of light, which were then absorbed back into Tenen's palm.

The pure incantation power flowed into the vortex of energy within the body through the palm, but the amount was so small as to be negligible.

The flames went out.

Naoya's arm was exposed, his skin was intact, without even a blister, only a little red, as if he had been scalded by hot water.

He wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost embarrassed the eldest son of the Chan family in public; this kid almost brought shame to the Chan family!

Fortunately, I acted decisively, otherwise the reputation of the Zen family would have suffered even more!

Tianyan stood up, turned around, and looked at Ange Ji standing in the corridor.

Ankagi stood there, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide open, like a statue frozen in place. She looked at Naoya lying on the ground, then at Tenen, then at the shoe print on Naoya's face. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

It was satisfying, but aren't you all from the same family? Why did you go so far?!

"You must be the songstress...senpai."

Tianyan pointed to Zhizai on the ground: "Please trouble you to take him back to Kyoto Academy later, senior."

"Shoko and I have another task later."

He was referring to the mission that Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Jie were carrying out to protect the satellite slurry. Before leaving the high school, Yagami Masamichi specifically mentioned that the two should provide support as needed after completing their mission.

Although Gojo Satoru loudly refused, saying something like, "Don't you trust us?!", it was clear that this mission was quite important. Not only Tenen and Shoko, but also Nanami Kento and Haibara Yu would go to support them after completing their own tasks.

Now that the rescue mission is complete and there were no casualties, he's ready to go and join in the fun.

Ankagi's gaze fell on Naoya's face, staring at the shoe print for two seconds before nodding, her expression somewhat subtle.

"Okay, I...I'll take him back."

Tenyan nodded and turned to walk outside with Shoko.

Looking at Naoya, who was still lying dead, and then at the backs of the two people, Ankahime wondered: Are they really leaving without healing?