The brave Simmel wants to resign

Gojo Gosho leaned back, pondered for a moment, and then answered.

"Being a member of society is really tough~ I definitely don't want to become that kind of adult in the future."

"Is this how you feel when you see your teacher working so hard for you?!"

"Cuck!!"

The moth exhaled through its nostrils, and the bull charged forward with great strides, directly stepping forward to deliver a merciless chokehold to Gojo Satoru. The latter cooperated by shutting down his shameless act and letting his teacher do as he pleased.

The two of them chattered loudly for a while before finally stopping. Moth, panting, looked at Simmel.

"terribly sorry."

Before Moth could say anything, Simmel bowed her head first.

"To be honest, I also couldn't control my technique very well, which caused unnecessary commotion."

"You... never mind, it was Wu's fault after all."

"That's going too far! It's a 50/50 split!" Gojo Satoru protested. "No! No, no! Principal, you're the one who asked me to help them with the spell test, so we should split the blame equally among the three of us! Let's all go to the dock hand in hand!"

"Wu, shut up."

"Oh..."

Night Moth Masamichi took a few deep breaths. “In short, the current situation is that the spies placed by the higher-ups in the sorcery have noticed your existence. Of course, only a few of us know that you are a shikigami, and I will not report it truthfully.”

This was to protect the Kaba sisters. If they knew that a fighting power like Simmel was controlled by just two little girls, then probably everyone would want to take action against them.

"Your identity is that of a wild sorcerer that Xia Youjie found by chance. Your spells were also awakened suddenly. With the reputation of Xia You and Wu Tiao, it is guaranteed to be enough."

"To solidify this identity, you need to take on a lot of missions. This is a 'signal,' or rather, a flaw, to let those higher-ups see your strength. Maintain a level that doesn't frighten them, but still makes them feel you're useful."

"This is so troublesome."

Gojo Satoru interrupted.

"Wu, shut up."

"Oh."

Masamichi Yagami let out two "ahs," recalling what he had originally intended to say, and then spoke, "However, the problem is, as the shikigami of the Kaba sisters, can you really stay too far away from them?"

As his mentor, he really didn't want two elementary school-aged girls to go to the scene of the cursed spirit case, lest it trigger PTSD.

"That's no problem."

Simmel said it was fine, but raised another issue: "But the two children are very attached to me, and I personally feel that they are still in a sensitive period. Even if I have to leave, I need to leave someone to take care of them."

Is that so?

Moth nodded repeatedly, pleased with this anthropomorphic idea.

Then--

He looked at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

"Teacher, no offense, but you don't actually want me to go, do you?"

The white-haired boy laughed twice, a hearty and hearty laugh—then suddenly his face transformed into a close-up of a handsome manga character with thick lines, and he said with a crooked mouth, "Are you trying to ruin the future of those two children?"

"I am very confident that I can train them into outstanding women who, like those in comics, can beat delinquents to their knees and pile them up into a mountain, and then sit on the mountaintop, legs crossed, playing on their phones."

"What exactly are you so proud of, I'm asking you."

The moth slapped Wu again with its hand.

"I mean, you take turns."

"shift?"

Satoru Gojo rubbed the back of his head, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Yes, shift work.

Although the Spellcasting Academy is so busy that they barely have time to breathe, and even Moth herself has to go on business trips occasionally, there will always be one person left at the school.

If Natsume, Shoko, Gojo Satoru, and Simmel take turns, someone will always stay at school and have time to take care of the Kaba sisters.

"I object!"

Gojo Satoru maintained his O_o expression and hurriedly spoke.

"I'm already so busy, why should I have to take care of children too!"

“What do you mean by taking care of them! You're a kid yourself, this is called nurturing a promising new sorcerer! To put it bluntly, it's just a senior-junior relationship! Besides, those two kids aren't young anymore, and they're quite well-behaved, so it won't take much effort.”

"But--"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was about to say something, Moth simply gave him a sharp look.

“Ximmel is the shikigami of those two children. He will take on a lot of your work. Consider this your reward.”

"Besides, taking care of you is much more tiring than taking care of children, and I've cleaned up so many messes for you, yet you won't even help your teacher with this small favor? Have I really taught such cold-hearted people?!"

hiss----

Gojo Satoru's expression kept changing, and finally he suddenly pretended to be obsequious, rubbing his hands together and said, "........What I mean is........you forgot about Nanami."

.............

........

After leaving the classroom, Simmel and Gojo Satoru walked together toward the dormitory building.

On the way, the two surprisingly didn't talk about anything serious; in fact, quite the opposite, Gojo Satoru spent most of the time asking him all sorts of questions.

What do you like to eat? What type of female celebrity do you like? ...Why is this guy asking about the female celebrities that people in ancient times liked?

Gojo Satoru was very talkative, but as the conversation went on, the topic turned to Simmel's past experiences.

Satoru Gojo knew that Simmel was a 'hero,' so he was very curious about what kind of being a 'demon king' really was.

"...If it's a powerful enemy that can't be defeated even without any of its allies, then it's that kind of existence."

Few people have asked Simmel about the Demon King, its abilities, its magic, and its terrifying past, all of which were left behind decades ago.

"My buddy~"

Gojo Satoru repeated the word meaningfully.

"...The only warlock who can keep up with me is probably Jay."

Simmel: "Hmm?"

Gojo Satoru: "Hmm?"

Simmel paused in her walk, and Gojo Satoru also paused, the two looking at each other in confusion.

Keep up?

...This guy, doesn't he realize his 'best friend's' worrying mental state lately? That state is clearly related to him too—but it's Simmel, who's only been in the time traveler for less than a week, who noticed it.

While heroes are known for their ability to read people, Gojo Satoru is just too incompetent.

Forget it.

Under the questioning gaze of Gojo Satoru, Simmel continued walking forward.

Let's not deprive young people of their worries.

As she grew older, and even became a Heroic Spirit, Simmel found that her personality was gradually becoming more like Frillien's.

Buddhist-like, occasionally indifferent.

Is this the underlying gene of the immortal race...? And is this also one aspect of the magic user...?

The two arrived at Xia Youjie's dormitory. The reason they came here was that Wutiao Wu planned to invite a few people to go out for dinner.

He was still thinking about the party that didn't happen yesterday.

However, when they opened the door—

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to push, but Simmel held him down.

"……what?"

Simmel didn't speak, but simply raised a finger to her lips.

The young man, who had just described himself as 'Buddhist-like and indifferent,' now had a distinct sense of vitality on his face.

Xia Youjie's voice came through the crack in the door.

His tone was different from usual—much softer, as if he were coaxing some small animal.

"Watch closely, next up is—this one!"

Then came a "croak" sound, which was very strange, like a frog being pinched by the neck.

Immediately afterwards, the two little girls burst into laughter.

"One more time! One more time!" That was Mimiko's voice.

"Natsume is a genius!" That's Nanako's opinion.

“Okay, watch closely—…” Xia Youjie was clearly smiling.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows.

He tiptoed and gently pushed open the door.

Then he saw—

Xia Youjie sat on the ground, his long legs crossed, facing the doorway.

His eyes were wide open to the extreme, with the whites of his eyes almost filling the entire eye sockets. His eyebrows were raised, his nose was squeezed flat, and his nostrils were pulled to the sides. His upper lip was taut, his lower lip was bulging, and his tongue was licking his nose.

"Frog~"

It's incredibly ugly.

That's what they call a funny face.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"Hahahahahaha!!"