The brave Simmel wants to resign

Simmel raised an eyebrow.

"It's all because you and Goku spoil her too much!" Naoya continued, adding, "It's because she's protected by you that she doesn't understand her place..."

Simmel's eyes sharpened.

"Hey."

The conversation was interrupted.

Simmel stepped forward to stand in front of Naoya, her usual warmth vanishing from her face.

"This student."

"what?"

Naoya was both annoyed and pleased.

He enjoys seeing people contradict him, because that gives him enough pleasure when he humiliates them later.

"Do you have some kind of conflict with Shoko?"

No.

The two drew closer and closer.

"Then why say things that belittle the other person?"

"Belittling? Are you mistaken? This is a legitimate evaluation."

The two were almost touching.

Naoya deliberately provoked Simmel with a challenging gaze.

They started fighting.

It would be good if they fought.

Zenji Naoya was completely fearless.

As a typical villain, his arrogance runs deep. Even if it were someone like Shimmel, or even someone like Shirakawa who dared to oppose him, Zenin Naoya would certainly stand his ground.

That's just how brave he is.

Clang, clang.

As the tram moved along, the light outside the window alternated between bright and dark.

"I don't really like doing this."

Simmel and Zenji Naoya looked at each other with serious expressions.

“Using one’s superior physique to force someone to acknowledge you through violence is a short-term solution. If this is the only way to do it, it means you are not mature enough.”

What is this guy saying?

Zhi Zai felt deeply bored.

Is this another lecture?

One by one, they're all like this.

The world of sorcery is as boring as dog shit.

Let's teach him a lesson.

Zenji Naoya's technique itself, inherited from his father, is a modern-day [projection spell].

With his absolute speed surpassing that of his enemies, his speed might rank among the top three for a modern sorcerer.

Therefore, Zenji Naoya believed he could easily make this sorcerer, who had appeared out of nowhere, suffer a little.

The moment the thought arose, he acted.

click!

soon.

It was as if the world had instantly lost its color, and even the movements were fragmented into layers.

The pitch-black college uniform was dragged and gradually became wider, while the arms, leaving afterimages, were quickly flung out, turning into sharp black lines that rushed straight towards Simmel's face.

It would be hilarious if we could make this guy's nose bleed or something.

Zenji Naoya threw his fist with such a playful thought in mind.

then.

Snapped.

"Hey?"

His face froze for a moment, then he felt a warm, hard sensation on his fist, but it didn't seem to be the other person's nose; rather—

*Smack!*

Suddenly everything went black, Zenji Naoya felt a lump in his throat, and he uncontrollably fell backward, his head slamming hard against the car window with a dull thud.

In the instant his face went numb and his consciousness blurred, Zenji Naoya understood everything that had just happened.

The punch he had thrown using a technique was not only easily seen through by the guy in front of him, who not only blocked it with his hand but also retaliated with a counterattack, hitting him squarely in the face.

ha? !

That kind of thing!

"Waaah!"

Zenji Naoya, his face contorted in rage as he covered his eyes, was about to breathe on Simmel when a jet of blood suddenly gushed from his nostrils, quickly staining the spaces between his fingers.

Ku, that bastard!!

His expression changed, and Zenji Naoya gritted his teeth and glared menacingly, just about to strike again—

But the next moment...

【————————！！】

In a comic book, it would be like a close-up of a distorted face suddenly pressed against someone's face.

Naoya's expression froze.

Arrogance was put aside, and an inexplicable sense of 'oppression' arose within me, affecting my very being.

The man before him, Simmel, neither glared nor bared his teeth. After all, Simmel was not one to easily get angry at juniors. His retaliatory punch was also brief, kept at a level that would not cause Naoya to lose consciousness.

He was simply expressing his dissatisfaction in a very calm manner.

His eyes drooped slightly at the corners, and his pupils were as dark as a cold pool, so pale they were almost indifferent.

But even such a calm gaze stirred a feeling in Naoya Saku.

The urge to escape.

The immense pressure kept pressing down, but Naoya did not run away.

Quite the opposite.

In that instant, he seemed to see something in Simmel...

The shadow of an old friend.

Chapter 29 [Memories That Did Not Exist]

The standoff between Simmel and Naoya lasted less than ten seconds.

"Don't actually start a fight here."

Afterwards, Xia Youjie covered his face and pulled the two apart.

He naturally pulled Simmel behind him first and whispered, "There are too many people."

"I know."

Simmel also returned to her gentle smile.

He has indeed become somewhat less composed and is already reflecting on his actions.

This young body affected him... but the hero Simmel wasn't exactly known for his 'calmness and composure' at all.

His partners and friends are his weakness. Even when he is seventy or eighty years old, he has moments when he loses his temper and will not allow others to slander his partners.

"Cut~"

Naoya, on the other hand, reverted to his smug expression.

But deep down, he was actually berating himself.

(Idiot! How could you mistake such a moron for Shin-kun!)

No, that's not right.

Unlike that person, this guy does indeed see the existence of 'others'.

It's just that kind of taken-for-granted, top-down perspective...

wrong!

(Are you blind?!)

The man glared fiercely at Simmel.

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

......

"I understand the situation. Please wait in the reception room."

When they arrived at Kamo's house, the messenger received the two.

Naoya was used to the lifeless servants, just like those in the Zen temple, while Xia Youjie and Xinmeier still looked helpless.

"Hmph, I'm going to say hello to an acquaintance. You two better not wander off."

Naoya arrogantly gave a single order and then parted ways with the two.

Simmel watched his retreating figure, thinking to herself that she had actually gotten angry over such a junior; the other party was truly an annoying prodigy.