The brave Simmel wants to resign

As dusk drew to a close, after Maki returned from her second trip to the restroom, a dull thud was finally heard.

Smoke and dust erupted from the well.

[I'm so worried...]

And that pure white cursed spirit queen, too, dissipated briefly in her resentment.

In the center of the battlefield lay Etsuku Yuta, his clothes tattered, his magical implements broken, his limbs outstretched, his chest heaving violently.

"Huff... Hah... Hah..."

In Yuta Egoku's first-person perspective, the sky is constantly spinning, its colors curling together with a dense crystalline quality.

so tired.

I was so exhausted that I went beyond the stage of 'vomiting' and felt that even breathing was a luxury.

"You must be very tired."

I was so exhausted that I didn't even have the energy to answer the teacher's questions.

The disorientation of surviving a disaster replaced all other emotions.

Simmel then squatted down as well.

"【cure】"

A crosshair flashed behind him for a moment, then he switched to [Monk] mode.

The "Goddess's Blessing" is far too overpowered, especially after Simmel received Aqua's blessing, which became even more exaggerated and frightening.

Normal reversal procedures only repair the physical body.

However, the "Goddess's Blessing" can have effects such as "making people not need to eat or drink" and even "bringing them physical and mental pleasure".

Long live Lady Aqua!

Yi Gu also felt that his body, which was on the verge of rhabdomyolysis, suddenly recovered to the point where he could move again.

He stood up in disbelief, clenched his fists, and was pleasantly surprised.

Then, noticing Simmel beside him, he stood up with a mixture of surprise, fear, and respect.

"Oh, um, thank you for your guidance!"

Although it hurt terribly, Yigu could still tell that Simmel was doing it for his own good.

That's true; Simmel did help Rika and Ottoko develop some teamwork and combat skills, but...

(We also discovered some worrying mechanisms.)

A thoughtful look flashed across Simmel's eyes.

(Just now, Yigu was exhausted and lost consciousness for a moment, and at that time, Rika's spell power output dropped precipitously... Although she is an independent spell spirit, she is still primarily driven by [Yigu's will]? This doesn't make sense, unless....)

[Restraint]

It is not a constraint imposed for the purpose of gaining benefits.

Rather, it was Kimoto Rika who, in the instant before transforming into a cursed spirit, instinctively performed the "binding" to avoid harming Etsukotsu after becoming a cursed spirit that had lost most of its rationality.

He handed over almost all the control to Yi Gu himself.

Ultimately, Yi Gu was bullied throughout his junior high school years, but it only resulted in one violent incident.

That rampage was probably caused by Eto's own spirit being driven to the brink of despair, and the subconscious rebellious mentality that allowed Rika to emerge.

If that's the case...

“Yigu, you..”

"Ok?"

Simmel hesitated for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

"It's nothing. It's better if you figure this out yourself."

Chapter 73 The excitement may belong to others, or it may belong to me.

"teacher."

Before Simmel could think any further, Panda and the others had already arrived at the edge of the playground.

Maki walked at the front, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She really wanted to spar with Simmel, but she also knew that she was different from Yigu. Simmel's skills and physique were nearing their peak... It was purely because her talents as a sorcerer were limited that she was not qualified to have such a spar.

Besides, it's already so late.

"Well, it seems that's all for today. I'm sorry everyone." Simmel smiled and added to Maki, "I'll give her some extra guidance tomorrow."

"it is good!"

Gojo Satoru, who was originally sitting in the audience, had already left due to a last-minute mission.

Meanwhile, Yuta Otsukoshi dragged himself back to his dorm, but halfway there he suddenly noticed...

Coo coo coo...

So hungry.

Thinking of this, he mustered up his courage and asked the dog in front of him.

"Um, does the vocational college have a cafeteria?"

"Salmon."

Huh? Salmon? Do you mean the cafeteria food tonight?

But before he could come to an answer, a voice came from the side.

"As for the canteen, the college does have one, but most people choose to cook for themselves."

The voice came from above. Yigu looked up in that direction and found that Simmel was sitting on a broom, floating in the air.

Simmel had a kind face, but her eyes shone with expectation.

"Speaking of which, we haven't had a proper welcome party for you since you enrolled, Yi Gu."

"Hey?"

What meeting?

Would a regular school do something like this?!

That instant.

From birth to age fifteen, Yuta Etotsu had only one friend, and he imagined many, many scenes.

The stage lights were moving, the crowd cheered, and I, dressed in a white suit, was in the center of the dance floor, stretching out my arms and raising my hips in a rhythmic motion, for some reason.

As the waves crashed in, she jumped onto a white swan-shaped lifebuoy and surfed in the pool at night...

And then there's Gojo Satoru, his eyes crinkling into boomerang shapes as he laughs, one hand clenched into a fist and stretched upwards, the other hand and one leg raised behind him, shouting something loudly...

Anyone coming to the party with me today, grab my finger!

"Anyone who's going to the party with me today, grab my finger~~" Gojo Satoru, who had taken a break in the afternoon to do a mission, teleported back and bounced back to the audience. Seeing that everyone was about to leave, he quickly came over and started inviting people to join him in the party with his familiar pose and lines.

"Really?!" Yi Gu was startled, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. "No, no, no, no, no need!"

"You don't need to go to so much trouble for me..."

“That—” Gojo Satoru shrugged and spread his hands, shaking his head helplessly before grabbing Otsuko’s shoulder. “Yuta-kun, you seem to have misunderstood something.”

"Hey?"

"People like Christmas not because it is Christmas, but because of the discounts and promotions, the increased chances of a successful confession, and the reason to go out for a meal."

So, does that mean my welcome party for new employees was just a means to an end?! While it's not unacceptable, it's still a bit inappropriate for a teacher to say that!

"Yes, yes... I will never forgive anyone who ruins my publicly funded meals and drinks."

Just as Yi Gu was thinking about this and that, a woman's voice came from behind him.

Looking back, she was a slender and tall woman.

Wearing high heels, her clean white coat hung loosely, revealing a soft, well-fitting blue sweater underneath. She had an excessively beautiful face with delicate bone structure, except for a faint dark circle under her eyes.

"You are Otsuku Yuta?"

The woman followed behind Gojo Satoru, walking slowly towards them. Her voice was naturally husky, with a hint of languor.

"Ah, yes."

"I am Iori Glass, nice to meet you."

"Hello there!"

Yigu quickly shook hands, but at the same time gestured with his eyes to Gojo Satoru beside him.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "?"

Bone: ?

I asked you to introduce the other person! Isn't it usually the person next to you who introduces them in these situations?

“I’m the school doctor here.” Shoko had no hope of getting help from Gojo Satoru. “If you can treat your injuries yourself, don’t come to me. The school will cover your medical expenses. If the pain is unbearable or you need an amputation, you can come to the infirmary.”

"That's going too far in pain..."

Are there no normal people in this school...?

"Shoko, have you spent all your money again?"

Satoru Gojo and Shoko seemed to be quite familiar with each other, and Shoko expressed her confusion when she heard that Shoko wanted to freeload a meal.

“Gotcha, you should know that Satan doesn’t just exist in cheap bars and casinos, he might also be in the appliance department of a department store.” Shoko said something that sounded quite profound, though Eto couldn’t understand it.

At the same time, he noticed the commotion on the playground beside him.

[Click click click click click...]

The playground, which had been completely destroyed in the battle between himself and Simmel, was being lifted up in large pieces and stitched together in mid-air by a light green gel-like substance before being stuffed back in.

“That’s Master Simmel’s technique.”