Chapter 7 Seventh Day of Cultivation

Chapter 7

Location: A small private room temporarily partitioned off from a roadside restaurant.

Characters: Two sorcerer students and a night rabbit.

Pots, pans, and bowls of all sizes were piled up in arcs on the dining table, like a small hill made of dinner plates. The waiter who had just arrived to take over the day shift approached the private room holding the last bowl that could hold rice in the entire store and pushed the door open to enter.

The next second, the waiter closed the door.

I must have pushed the door in the wrong way, it must be like this. The waiter consoled himself, put on a smile again after calming down, and pushed the door open.

Snap. A plastic basin fell from a height and hit him squarely on the head. The waiter gasped, and holding on to the last bit of professional ethics, he shouted loudly in his heart:

Who on earth can eat so much? Is this the amount a human should eat?

No wonder when he just came out of the kitchen, a group of people gathered around and watched him leave, their eyes complicated, as if they were seeing him off...

In the private room, the silence of Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was deafening.

Let's go back to last night. The three of them continued investigating the cursed spirit until midnight. As soon as they left the detention center, Kanako, who had promised to pick up her weapons, started panting heavily, with tears in her eyes caused by sleepiness.

"I'm so sleepy." At that time, Kanako didn't think twice and immediately decided, "Let's find a place to sleep first, and then go eat after I wake up."

"Eat?" Gojo Satoru noticed something suspicious.

Kanako accidentally let the cat out of the bag: ...

"Ah, what I mean is..." Kanako stumbled over an excuse, "My weapons and eating are closely related! Since everyone has been busy all night, it's normal to stop by for a meal."

System: [That's not normal. This isn't on your way, you just want to eat for free!]

Geto Summer Oil: "I see, you want us to treat you to a meal."

Kanako turned her head away and played dumb, pointing her fingers guiltily.

Gojo Satoru disagreed: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's such a simple thing."

This cursed spirit's "playground" strongly encourages ordinary people to fight with each other, and has set special restrictions for this purpose to prevent external sorcerers from interfering.

This is exactly the opposite of the "field expansion" well-known in the world of magic.

The field is able to enter the inside easily from the outside, but break through from the inside is difficult.

The rules of the "game field" naturally have the advantage of breaking through from within.

As long as he uses an ordinary person to achieve the goal of the game field and induce the cursed spirit to appear, Gojo Satoru can do it in a few seconds.

Now, the DK duo from Curse Return High School is facing a perfect choice considering all aspects of their qualities.

Besides age and personality.

Suguru Geto subconsciously felt a little dissatisfied with the fact that he "used" an eight-year-old girl, so an idea came to his mind. He wanted to give Kanako some compensation and asked her to propose it.

In the end, Kanako was beating around the bush, looking embarrassed to say it out loud. She did this for a long time just to get a bite of food...

Just to eat, that's all she wanted...

I don't know what helpless, cruel (?) reality reasons Xia Yujie imagined, and his eyes became extremely complicated.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and saw Geto Suguru with such an expression, and his true feelings were about to overflow from his small eyes.

Gojo Satoru:?

Gojo Satoru spent three seconds thinking about whether Geto Suguru didn't want to pay the bill or simply wanted to play a trick on him... Forget it, he was too lazy to worry about the truth.

It’s just a meal, why do everyone have such weird expressions... What’s the big deal? He’s treating us!

Kanako smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The next morning, Kanako stepped through the door and the next second, she shouted, "Boss! Twenty bowls of rice with mayonnaise, please!"

Gojo Satoru:?

Geto Suguru:?

"It's the boss, not the boss lady!" A middle-aged woman opened the order window in the kitchen, took one glance at Kanako, and blurted out, "You need to pay back the first debt first! I remember that you didn't make that much money with Grandma Hua. If you don't pay me back, I'm calling the police!"

Kanako quickly waved her hand and explained, "I've been paying it back slowly. Don't worry, we need to deal with the matter separately."

She moved aside and revealed the two people behind her as if she had taken out a treasure from the bottom of a box: "Because someone invited me to dinner today!"

The boss opened the small window again.

Her eyes moved back and forth between Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, and she asked suspiciously, "Did you bring enough money?"

Gojo Satoru frowned: "Is she looking down on us..."

Geto Xia Yu couldn't help but complain: "I was underestimated in a strange way, Satoru."

As the saying goes, be wary of people's desire to win and curiosity.

Gojo Satoru immediately decided to let Kanako order whatever she wanted from the menu, and Kanako had no intention of being polite with him.

Before long, their table was piled high with food.

The opening scene ends.

Kanako cleared the dishes that had just been served at the speed of light with her speed and cleanliness. Before that, she had already eaten several bowls of rice with mayonnaise.

In her hand, she held a bowl of bibimbap, supposedly for supplementary food. She chewed and swallowed, blinking her large red eyes as she took the time to ask, "Do the owner of this shop and the others also possess the power of the cursed spirit?"

Gojo Satoru came to his senses and replied, "No. It's all your fault."

Kanako grabbed a chicken drumstick and said, "Hey, why? I've never fought with them or seen a clear winner or loser."

With previous experience, Xia Yujie took the lead and asked: "Do you remember what you did to this store?"

Kanako finished the soup in a few gulps and fell into deep thought.

The system quietly reminded: [If you can't think of it...how about you describe your first visit to the store?]

Kanako made an OK gesture.

"The first time I came to this restaurant, I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it. At that time, there was no rice in the rice cooker No. 1, so I decided to eat on credit first and then find a chance to work and pay back the money." said Kanako.

"The boss agreed to my request with great difficulty, but I accidentally ate up all the rice in the restaurant. The boss was so angry that he wanted to hit me." Kanako paused and said in a high voice, "That's when I took out my weapon!——"

Gojo Satoru became interested: "You fought back?"

Geto Suguru: "...blocked the attack?"

"--It hit the ground with a thud, poking a hole in the floor, and causing the entire restaurant to shake a few times. It turned out that the poorly decorated floor had sunk into a big hole because of the hole!" Kanako described it vividly.

"I'm telling you, this weapon has been with me for eight years. It's the only valuable thing I have. I'm pawning it here. I'll take it back after I pay the money back."

The system was speechless: [I was wondering why your parasol was missing! Otherwise, you wouldn't have picked up that faded gray hat to wear.]

"Many chefs and waiters fell into the pit, especially the boss, whose whole body was stuck in the cracks of the floor. Then she looked very touched, and stopped scolding me and was not going to hit me anymore..."

System: [No, it's mainly because you used your weapon to create a hole. The bad guys would be stunned for three seconds before turning around and running... Not to mention the boss couldn't fight back!]

System: [Floor——]

"That's how it all happened," Kanako summarized while eating. "Basically, that stupid cursed spirit made up the rules, and then accidentally made everyone who fell into the trap think it was my victory."

System: [It's not a matter of carelessness at all... This judgment of winning or losing is extremely reasonable.]

Geto Xia Yu: "...I suddenly understand why the boss doesn't want to entertain you."

Gojo Satoru: "I agree."

Kanako's mouth was stuffed with something, and she put her hands on her hips, looking a little angry.

"Well. I heard an interesting story at least." Gojo Satoru pushed aside the pile of dishes and walked straight out. He paid for the meal and also paid off the debt that Kanako owed him when she first came to eat there.

Kanako paused in her chewing, and before she could even begin to feel touched, the boss said with a sullen face, "That umbrella is no longer in our store."

Gojo Satoru: "Umbrella?"

Kanako said, "It's my weapon. It looks like a purple oil-paper umbrella."

After saying that, she stretched out her arm to measure the length, which was about two-thirds of Kanako's height.

Xia Yujie said politely: "Excuse me, where is the umbrella right now? We need to take it back now."

The boss covered his face and handed over a business card. On the small white card was written: Condiment City Exhibition Hall.

*

The Flavor City Exhibition Hall is a small comprehensive exhibition hall - although it is introduced like this on the mobile phone, its essence means: the collections inside are disorganized and lack rare treasures. Without tourists, it will almost go out of business.

A few days ago, someone who worked as an employee at the Condiment City Exhibition Hall was slacking off on his way to work and ran to a roadside stall to eat when he suddenly felt a slight vibration in the ground.

At first he thought it was just a common little earthquake, until the crowd surrounded the restaurant opposite. Out of curiosity, he moved over and squeezed to the front row, and immediately opened his eyes wide -

It was a purple-red oil-paper umbrella. Its texture was simple but it showed its toughness. It looked like it had the potential to be a treasure.

The employee quickly contacted the boss and asked him to rent the umbrella to him temporarily, and the price was negotiable.

But the boss snorted coldly and said, "If you can take it, then take it. Ordinary people can't get the recognition of this umbrella (can't take it)."

Oh shit!

Hearing such a childish speech, the employee felt that his inner universe was burning. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the umbrella handle with both hands... but couldn't move it at all.

Finally, a truck was called in to move it away.

After a few days, the exhibition hall's traffic began to pick up somewhat due to the appearance of this umbrella and the exaggerated marketing.

A tabloid reporter was filming a close-up interview, her camera trained on an oil-paper umbrella at the exhibition center. She spoke eloquently, "Rumor has it that this freshly minted antique umbrella possesses a mysterious, intangible energy. Only those with powerful spiritual powers can gain the umbrella's recognition and wield it... Let's hear what people think."

Onlooker A: "It's fake, but the umbrella looks pretty good. Can you make a design and sell it?"

Crowd member B: "I think it's true. There are many areas in this world that we don't understand. We should respect them. Otherwise, they will hear the ugliness in our hearts and become completely disappointed in humanity..."

Passerby C: "What? The market is having a raffle giving away free exhibition hall tickets. I brought my grandson here to just browse around!"

The reporter held his forehead and continued speaking: "Okay, thank you all for your wonderful speeches. Now..."

"Wait a minute! Look behind you!" the cameraman suddenly spoke.

The camera was pointed at the center of the exhibition hall. Three figures, two tall and one short, ignored all the onlookers and went straight to the location of the purple umbrella.

The people who had been talking about it gradually shut up and looked at the three people quietly, thinking that another wave of challengers had come to try to pull out the Umbrella in the Stone.

In the distance, Kanako introduced calmly: "Look, this is my weapon. I call it a small umbrella gun."

Gojo Satoru asked with interest, "Umbrella gun? Can it shoot bullets?"

"Sure." Kanako pulled it out casually, kicked the stone to pieces with her feet, and carried the purple umbrella on her shoulder.

The crowd of onlookers made a series of explosions.

"Modern society doesn't encourage the use of guns in public," Xia Yujie advised, "so it's best not to demonstrate it on the spot."

Kanako nodded: "Okay, no problem, Gon. I'll listen to you."

"Oh, by the way, besides this, my umbrella has the most powerful use!" Kanako raised her voice so that the camera and the crowd could hear her clearly.

Kanako opened the umbrella quickly and placed it against her right shoulder: "It's just for sun protection."

"...That's really impressive."

"Weren't umbrellas invented to protect us from the sun and rain?"

"Using it for fighting already makes you a rebellious member of the Umbrella Family. Umbrella Spear-kun is also trying hard to go against the ancestral teachings today, just like you, Wu."

"? Why do you compare me to a little broken umbrella?"

“It’s called returning to basics.”

Kanako tried to hold the umbrella high, but found that the maximum height was only enough to poke the middle of the two people's noses. She let go of it in disappointment and continued to hold it alone.

The three of them walked away with umbrellas in their hands as if no one was around, leaving the onlookers in the room questioning their lives.

System: [Please pay attention to the impact! ! ! ]

【Author’s words】

Sword in the Stone (Umbrella Gun):?

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