The brave Simmel wants to resign

A smile, a radiant smile.

(Would you give up on underhanded tactics just because you think you can't be honest? That would be easy, but—)

(That's the thinking of a useless person (handsome guy's voice).)

Gojo Satoru smiled.

(Putting everything else aside, if I could snatch food from Shoko, Je, and Simmel and win—let alone a sneak attack, I could even create an alternate account online to post provocative comments on their blogs!)

Gojo Satoru.

That's how decisive he is!

but------

Snapped! ! !

"Varied!?----"

As if the background were completely black, a flash of lightning illuminated the layer, and Gojo Satoru looked surprised.

The tips of his chopsticks were pressed down by another pair of chopsticks, and the collision between the two actually stirred up a gust of wind strong enough to whip up his bangs.

The wind ruffled Gojo Satoru's face, and in slow motion, even his shouts appeared both innocent and ferocious.

And looking upwards along the chopsticks...

—It was Simmel's warm smile.

"I knew it."

The brave man laughs.

"If it were you, you would definitely choose to snatch the rarer [Pliers], which only have two available."

"Simmel, you!" Gojo Satoru feigned agitation, "Is a mere crab worth using [Intuition] to stop me?!"

But this only provoked even stronger protests from Nanako and Mimiko.

"You're definitely more indecent, Gojo-kun, who starts casting spells while talking!"

"That's right! I'm absolutely not going to let you get away with this year!"

Ok?

The way you're saying this makes it sound like the war has been going on for a long time.

It has indeed been a long time.

It takes a long time to actually achieve its goals!

Nine years.

As mentioned before, Gojo Satoru would go home to celebrate New Year's Eve before he graduated from high school, but after graduating and becoming an adult, he completely disregarded the rules.

For most of the past nine years, Gojo Satoru has been a part of the Kaba sisters' New Year's Eve celebrations. Heaven knows how many New Year's Eve delicacies they've missed out on because of Gojo Satoru's suppression under the pretext of "training."

Cakes from a popular online store with a two-hour wait, A5 Wagyu beef, Belgian chocolate...

It would be more accurate to say that this tradition of warfare was started by these three individuals.

The intense gazes collided and sparked in mid-air, but since no one was Godzilla, they decided to compromise and leave it at that.

"Damn it... Okay, okay."

Gojou put away his chopsticks and turned his head away.

"In that case, shall we speak in a loop?"

Xia Youjie noticed this scene.

(Speaking in a loop, that's indeed a good idea.)

(But—this is not advantageous for me.)

[Xia Youjie's Perspective]

(Ten crab legs mean that no matter what, some people will eat less and some will eat more; it's an absolute zero-sum game.)

(Although I have a strong interest in crab legs, I don't want to see Satoru win.)

(From my personal perspective, I've just been released from prison and am currently having difficulty reintegrating into my family, so it's not appropriate for me to make any direct requests, let alone suggest having "another one.")

(In contrast, Nanako and Mimiko, as the younger generation, had every reason to take an extra one during the conversation.)

(Wouldn't most families share the extra meat with the children? Xia You's family is really greedy!)

(No.)

(Considering it's my home, let's just let this go for now.)

(Continuing this exchange will only be overwhelmingly disadvantageous for me.)

(In other words, we need to launch a full-scale attack.)

In a flash, a great deal of thinking was completed.

(And now is the perfect time.)

why?

Xia Youjie caught a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, who was sitting cross-legged, pouting, and swaying his body, looking like a child.

The biggest highlight is...

(Chopsticks.)

Xia Youjie looked down from above.

The living room lights shimmered like scattered stars on the white, curved surface of the bowl.

(Wu had put down his chopsticks to show his anger at failing to snatch the food, and they were now lying horizontally on the bowl. This meant that even if he used magic, his speed would be significantly slower!)

(Wu is already out in this round, so what's left is....)

Xia You's slender eyes were fixed intently on what was ahead.

Glug glug....

Passing through the fog, strands of blue hair were faintly visible.

Simmel: "Hmm?"

The brave man revealed a kind smile.

—The fastest on site.

Hero. Simmel

His movement and attack speed are frighteningly fast, and he also has absolute intuition, making him the most difficult opponent on the field.

(I lack confidence that I can beat him.)

Xia You pondered.

but--

(That's okay.)

So-called war is nothing more than alliances and coalitions.

If one cannot defeat a country, then join forces with other countries to fight together.

Xia Youjie subtly glanced at Xiaozi first, but the latter didn't react at all, quietly watching the hot pot.

Judging from the dark circles under his eyes, he may have already passed away peacefully on the spot.

(It's hard to get along with Shoko; her moral standards are no lower than mine and Satoru's, and she could betray us at any time.)

(So ​​that's it—)

Natsume looked at Nanako and Mimiko.

It was as if they were telepathically connected.

The two girls returned the look.

How could a sorcerer with extensive combat experience not have thought of this?

(It's about forming a alliance, right, Xia You Ge?)

Mimiko's eyes were cold, but a faint smile, the kind only a smart person would have, appeared at the corners of her mouth.

(Ah, in this case, this is the only solution.)

This is a gratified Xia Youjie.

(What are you two saying, exchanging glances?)

This is Nanako without any thought whatsoever.

Mimiko: (......)

Summer oil: (...)

Glug glug glug...

Ugly war...

It's far from over.

Chapter 125 Jump's tradition is to eat crab hot pot (Part 2)

"Ahaha, it itches so much...."

Holding chopsticks in her right hand, Mimiko pulled Nanako's hand over with her left hand and began writing on the other's palm.

After receiving the information in this way, Nanako understood what was going on.

(Oh, I get it! It's about teaming up!)

(Yes, we unite, flanking Simmel from both sides.)

Mimiko's smile matches her usual literary girl style.

(Then, let's all get started.)