The brave Simmel wants to resign

It was as fast as a comic book, with no transition from stillness to explosion, only speed lines wrapped around the waist and arms.

boom!

However, this attack was completely blocked by Simmel raising her arm.

With her hair fluttering, Nanami's fist was forced to change direction and smash into the wall, but at the same time, another hand reached out.

Snapped!Snapped!

He flipped his palm and slapped Simmel's shoulder and neck. At the same time, Simmel moved a fraction faster and grabbed his wrist with her other hand.

but--

(If you squeeze too hard, it might break.)

Thinking of this, Simmel made a gesture but did not exert any force.

Nanami suddenly raised his elbow and used his forearm to firmly grip Simmel's neck, then used the force to slam him against the alley wall.

boom!

Unfortunately, even Nanami was a bit taller than Simmel. Pinchled against the wall, Simmel was almost suspended in mid-air. An ordinary person might have shouted "I Can't Breathe!" at this point.

"Nanami, what is this...?"

Despite this, Simmel remained calm. Rather than being shocked or angry, he was more puzzled and curious about Nanami's reasons for doing so.

"You'll thank me when it's all over."

Nanami simply said it coldly, and then—

He punched Simmel in the stomach.

"Ugh."

It didn't actually hurt, but Simmel pretended to whimper in pain.

"You should give up being a sorcerer."

"Eh... is this the important point?"

"You're sixteen, right? I've been observing you for a while now."

Click.

Nanami maintained her position supporting Simmel, but suddenly relaxed completely. However, her posture could not be described as 'relaxed'; she was more like a lump of mud, utterly powerless.

"First of all, it's the name. Because of Lord Tengen's barrier technique, most of the world's cursed spirits gather in Japan. There are almost no powerful cursed spirits outside this island nation, so naturally, there won't be any powerful cursed sorcerers."

"Secondly, it's about action. You seem to have only recently learned the concept of 'account,' and you're not an expert at dealing with cursed spirits."

"There's more to the operation."

"You succeeded in protecting the children, but a sorcerer cannot always perfectly judge the difference between himself and the cursed spirit in all aspects of attributes. If you were in a cursed fetus state, or a type that deliberately conceals its cursed power, you would have died just now."

"Of course, these can all be corrected, but in the end, it's about the reason. You said you became a sorcerer 'because someone asked you for help,' right?"

Nanami spoke a lot, which was unusual for her, and spoke very quickly. The more she spoke, the more malicious she became.

"That means you can't change your behavior patterns—so don't be a sorcerer, you're not suited to be one."

Simmel finally had a chance to speak, though she was still pinned against the wall. "But if that's the case, why hit me?"

"Just take this as my goodwill," Nanami said coldly. "You don't want a senior colleague who bullies you in your workplace, so if you don't, leave now."

—To this day, Nanami has not lied.

He did indeed sense Simmel's annoyingly optimistic aura from the very beginning, and at that point he had practically sentenced him to 'death'.

Nanami Kento, seventeen years old.

When he first enrolled in the Spellcasting Academy, he had classmates.

That was a man named Haibara Yu.

She is kind-hearted, helpful, polite, and full of energy, the complete opposite of someone as rigid and dull as myself.

When I first enrolled, there were very few students at the Jujutsu High School. Most of the third-year students had died out, and there were not many teachers either. The second-year students were Natsuyuki, Ieiri Shoko, and a senior named Gojo Satoru.

All three of them have extremely bad personalities and enjoy teasing and playing pranks on the younger generation.

Although I have absolutely no respect for them, I... trust them.

Because the seniors in the second year are all too strong.

Compared to them, he and Haibara were just ordinary people.

At first, she was a little discouraged, but Haibara seemed completely unconcerned, and influenced by him, Nanami persevered.

but...

a year ago.

At the end of the semester, even the strongest seniors experienced mission failure.

The death of the person they were protecting had a significant impact on them.

After that, Gojo Satoru, a second-year student, completed his spell awakening and was promoted to a Special Grade Spellcaster.

A short while later, Xia Youjie also finished the special-grade exam.

And after that...

The sweltering summer has arrived.

With the number of cursed spirits increasing dramatically, the three of them also faced a surge in tasks. The occasional school parties that used to take place during their first year all disappeared, and everyone was busy on the battlefield.

At first, Nanami only complained, lamenting her own weakness, and was also annoyed that she missed being teased by Gojo-senpai and Natsuyu-senpai together.

Until he truly understood what a sorcerer was.

No clear information available.

[No security guarantee]

[Lack of effective technology transfer]

There are no concrete guidelines.

Even a high school sophomore raised in such an environment might encounter an opponent who is not up to his level due to a misjudgment of information.

If, on top of that, we also need to protect civilians, then—

Then death will be the only outcome.

Haibara Yu is dead.

Nanami Kento's only friend died a month ago during the sweltering summer.

After that, Nanami took a long break and only returned a week ago.

He had even considered dropping out of school, but considering his deceased friend, he decided to at least hold on until he graduated from high school before going to work for a proper company.

Sorcerers are rubbish.

This kind of job, unless you're a guy like Gojo Satoru, will deter any optimistic fool you can find.

This is Nanami's journey of self-discovery.

Very complicated.

but...

"I see."

Simmel had more or less understood it.

"So, Nanami is just worried about me?"

"Don't be so considerate. And who is Nanami?"

"Hmm? Is it being used incorrectly?"

Simmel's 'common sense' told him that giving people nicknames was a sign of good relationships.

Oh well, I'll figure it out later.

now--

"Be careful."

"Ok?"

Simmel smiled and finished speaking, then immediately lifted her leg.

boom!

"Whoa!!!"

Nanami's originally serious expression suddenly turned purplish-blue, his facial features scrunched up, his legs snapped together, and his buttocks sticking out.

Then....

"Oh...you!..."

Releasing her arms, Simmel fell back to the ground.

Nanami, meanwhile, knelt on the ground, clutching the corn cannon.

Simmel smiled broadly.

I haven't used this trick in a long time.

I used this before when I was fighting against kids bigger than me in the village. After becoming a hero, I'm not afraid of being kicked in the groin by demons.

"Actually, I think Nanami is right. You are very gentle."

After regaining his footing, Simmel put his hands on his hips and looked up, saying...

"The source of a sorcerer's magical power is negative emotions, so the profession itself is full of hidden dangers. In the long run, almost no one will not go insane—that's why I say this is not something that children should bear."

"But don't worry, I'm here."

Simmel looked at Nanami, who had a look on her face that said, 'What is this guy talking about?'

“You made a major mistake in what you just said—that is, my strength.”

"Seven Seas".