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#Higher vocational exchange group#
Hipper: @Everyone
Hipper: Preparing to land
Landing? What landing? Are they going to land? Is this...real?
Just after 6:30 in the evening, they had all assembled and were silently awaiting Hipper's instructions. In case of a sudden and sudden call, everyone had packed their equipment early and dressed neatly, ready to go at any time.
Hipper didn't seem too concerned about this supposed decisive battle. For people like her and Gojo Satoru, who stood at the top of the Special Grade, the current situation, compared to the difficult missions they usually undertook, was no special challenge at all; it was just another ordinary move.
But for these students who rarely experience such a big battle, it is a tough battle that requires them to give their all and not slack off at all.
"So... the landing was what I thought it was?"
Panda gestured to the chaotic scene of a plane crash. As soon as the demonstration stopped, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's face was solemn. Of the people present, it seemed that the only one who could be considered to be able to fly was Fushiguro Megumi—no, to be more precise, his shikigami.
If it really landed in this way... According to Hipper's style of not playing by the rules, haha, who knows, he might really do such a thing - it makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it (sad).
At the last second of 6:59 PM, Geto Xiayou leisurely appeared at the student gathering point. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his pace was unhurried, as if he were attending a simple appointment. "If you need a high-altitude landing, leave it to me." He glanced at the group, his tone calm, taking everything in hand. "Don't worry, you won't fall to your death."
Geto Suguru, who possesses the Rainbow Dragon, is already familiar with the field of high-altitude combat - the whistling air currents and the thousand-meter altitude are just battlefields at his fingertips.
*
At 6:59 PM, Gojo Satoru had already put Hipper's clothes away and arrived dressed in his signature black uniform. "Let's go," Hipper said succinctly, raising his hand to unfold a virtual screen before him, visible only to the two of them. It displayed a detailed map of the Shibuya incident, with several red dots representing anomalies moving slowly along a trajectory.
He took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, his right arm naturally resting on Hipper's shoulder, his fingertips swaying casually. The moment they took synchronized steps, the surrounding scene suddenly twisted, and the spatial anchor point descended.
They were suspended high above the streets of Shibuya, the neon lights and traffic swirling below them. The high school students, teleported in right behind them, were falling from the sky like dumplings. Suguru Geto had already summoned the Rainbow Dragon. The massive dragon stretched its body and steadily caught them one by one, preventing them from falling to the ground in disarray.
"Moshimoshi, can you hear me?" High in the sky, Hipper was the first to test the communication channel. Before anyone could recover from the sudden echo of a voice in her head, her command had already been delivered, her tone calm and unwavering: "With this area below us as the center, the enemy will deploy a 400-meter radius."
She paused, giving them time to recover. Her gaze swept over the crowd below, and she continued, "The barrier only restricts the entry and exit of ordinary people—you can go in, but you can't leave. However, the entry and exit of auxiliary supervisors and sorcerers is not affected."
Gojo Satoru, who was standing beside him, looked down at the densely packed crowd below him and couldn't help but gasp in amazement: "This number of people is truly exaggerated."
"Your mission," Hipper's voice came again through the special communication, carrying an unquestionable command, "is to ensure your own survival and eliminate all enemies... without leaving any alive."
Hearing this almost cruel order from Hipper for the first time caused a momentary silence on the other end of the communication line. Apparently, no one had expected such an order. Gojo Satoru glanced sideways at Hipper, a faint smile playing on his lips, with no intention of stopping him.
"Don't bother with ordinary people." Hipper's voice grew even colder, as if icy. "If they ask you for help, treat them as cursed spirits. I won't save cyborgs." She added, "Don't be soft-hearted."
"Let's go now. Leave the rest to us." The moment the order was given, the students on the back of the rainbow dragon were accurately teleported to the starting point of their respective missions.
Then Hipper made a private contact with Yuji Itadori, and there was a rare hint of warmth in her voice: "Yuji, remember, no matter how many casualties you see, it's not your fault." Her tone was as firm as a rock, and her words calmed the boy's anxious heart.
"This time, no one will die. Go ahead and take care of yourself."
The sound of the communication being cut off faded, and she turned to look at Gojo Satoru beside her. There were tiny shards of ice in her blue eyes, and her expression was indifferent, as if she was talking about insignificant material things.
"Kill them and leave only the noose - that's for Jay." There was no concern for life in the words. After all, they were just cursed spirits, scum born from humans.
At last, Hipper showed an almost indulgent smile: "Go and make a big scene, teacher."
"Data connection, mind control, cognitive change—command confirmed, permissions unlocked. Connecting to the primordial celestial body… Connection successful."
Lines of code streamed across the virtual light screen, and the cold electronic sounds of the system echoed in space. As the shackles of power were gradually released, the long-dormant giant celestial body within the simulated universe slowly awakened, its destructive "gaze" piercing the dimensional barriers.
The star tracks on the surface of the celestial body began to rotate, sweeping over with crushing pressure. The entire data world trembled violently, and even the data veins connecting all the waters in the world were humming synchronously, as if they would collapse at any time.
Sensing this unusual fluctuation, Fuxing Wu stood at the edge of the data sea, gazing at the surging silver-blue waves with a slight frown. He raised a hand to his forehead and muttered in confusion, "What's that guy doing? Such a big noise..."
Could something have happened to Hipper?
*
The primordial celestial body cast its gaze upon her, its all-shattering destructive force surging through her limbs and bones like a tide. When she opened her eyes again, those pale blue pupils were completely submerged in a crimson torrent of data, like a sea of burning blood-red stars.
Her lips curled upward, a smile on her face, her gaze fixed firmly on Gojo Satoru. She stood tall, arms outstretched, the crowd at her feet like ants. Her voice, wrapped in undeniable power, spoke: "No one will stand in your way. Your path forward will be unimpeded."
Those eyes, stained with the aura of destruction, were now fixed only on him. An almost crazy eagerness surged in his eyes, as if he wanted to pour all the light of the world onto him: "You are not alone, Gojo Satoru."
Hiss—that look...seems a little distorted. But since this is her unique love, I'll just accept it.
Just remember what you said, okay? This oath, the teacher will always remember, if you dare to break your promise, I will really make fun of you.
As the oath fell, countless streams of data emitting a faint blue light overflowed from Hipper's body, transforming into fine lines that rapidly fell from the night sky. Like meteors streaking through the darkness, they precisely pierced the brains of every human trapped in this area.
An almost inaudible sound echoed in the night—celestial data connection completed.
"Stand back and make way."
The humans trapped within the tent had all had their consciousness controlled by the Celestial System, becoming puppets driven by its commands. Hipper's voice reached everyone's mind through the data stream.
In just a moment, here, at this moment, there was silence. The people gathered on the street moved in unison and silently retreated to both sides, step by step away from the entrance of Shibuya underground station.
In just a short moment, a wide and unobstructed passage suddenly opened up among the crowd, leading straight into the depths - it was an absolutely smooth path cleared for the upcoming landing of Rokugan.
"It's your turn, Wu." The girl raised her hand and gently pushed his chest - without using any force, she pushed Wujo Wu down from the sky.
His body fell from the air, following her force. He paid no attention to the ground beneath him, the clamor of the crowd. Instead, Hipper's expression at that moment was deeply engraved in his mind. He repeatedly pondered the emotion in her eyes, the curve of her lips. The wind brushing past his ears as he fell became a blur in the background.
Tsk, no matter whether her face showed some affection or that cold and ruthless expression, each side of her could make his heart beat wildly.
He's working, right? Don't bother him with that expression. Why not just capture her, lock her up, and let her experience the feeling of being possessed by someone else?
Hmm... white? His eyesight is so good, it reveals the disadvantages of Hipper wearing a short skirt. Not what he wanted to see, huh? She was pushed down, not on purpose.
Looking down at the rapidly falling shadow, her skirt fluttering in the night breeze, she turned around and invited him when Geto Suguru sat on the Rainbow Dragon and moved closer to Hipper. "Want to go for a walk? You'll have to wait thirteen years to see a scene like this again."
"I really can't feel nervous at all when I'm with you." Xia Youjie said, reaching out to hold her wrist and retracting the rainbow dragon hovering in the night sky.
He did not fall from a great height - the power emanating from Hipper's body held his body firmly in place, and even the night wind seemed to become gentle, holding the two of them suspended in the air as if they were walking on flat ground.
The anchor point descended, and the two landed together at the center of the street intersection where the crowd had retreated. The empty road lay beneath them, and on either side were silent people standing still. They walked side by side, at a leisurely pace, toward the entrance of Shibuya Underground Station.
"Is this...really okay? Your energy consumption." Geto Suguru looked at the girl beside him, a look of worry on his face. Supporting the expansion of the simulated universe while simultaneously maintaining so many functions must be a tremendous strain on her brain. Can she really hold on?
"Don't worry, you just had a full meal, don't you want to move around a bit?" Hipper raised her hand to lift the hair that fell on her forehead and pushed it back, stretching her arms and stretching, her joints making a slight crackling sound. Then she turned her head to look at him, and spoke exactly like the frivolous white-haired teacher: "You should worry about yourself, Pokémon Master. You have to blow that fake's head off later, otherwise-"
She deliberately dragged out her words and waved her hand, "I'm going to beat you myself, okay?"
Uh... As soon as she said this, Xia Yujie's heart tightened inexplicably. The ease he had just felt disappeared, and an inexplicable sense of tension quietly crept up his spine.
Her pace gradually slowed, her gaze fixed on Hipper ahead, the pressure mounting. While studying the map, she teased Geto: "Having you here these past few days, you should have made some progress, right? Let me see."
As he spoke, on the virtual light screen in front of Hipper, the red dots representing the enemy in the Shibuya underground station were disappearing at an astonishing speed after Gojo Satoru arrived, and a large blank space was left in an instant - it was obvious that the progress was very smooth.
Without the interference of those non-magicians, even if these cursed spirits are of special grade, they are just some tough toys in front of Liuyan and can withstand no attack.
He sighed softly, soothing his breathing, taking bigger steps to catch up, with a bit of casualness: "Do your best. Come to think of it, I'm also quite curious-" His eyes swept across the red dots that suddenly went out on the virtual screen, and a smile spread in his eyes.
The scumbags have cleared the stage and it's his turn to go on stage.
"How powerful is that character who can seal Wu away?"
The moment the two stepped onto the underground station's stairs, a spatial anchor descended. A slight shift of light and shadow revealed they were standing on the station's fifth floor. At the platform's edge, Gojo Satoru faced a man in a monk's robe, his forehead embroidered with stitches. The air was thick with volatile tension.
"Hey, Wu, long time no see."
Well, he even said hello, which is quite polite.
But unfortunately, you are not worthy enough to share the same stage with geniuses.
"Satoru, come here." The girl's heels tapped the ground, making a crisp sound. She put her hands behind her back and looked past Gojo Satoru to Nozomi's forehead.
"Your opponent is the real boss." He turned and ordered Geto Suguru, "Geto, give me his brain and smash it to pieces."
The restraints were released, and the dark shadow of the cursed spirit spread behind Geto Suguru, twisting and revealing its form. He slowly emerged from behind Hipper, and as he passed Gojo Satoru, he flicked his wrist and gently patted his shoulder with his palm. His tone trailed off, a touch of nonchalant playfulness. "Yes, yes, as you command."
"I have to be more serious too, otherwise I won't be able to handle being taught a lesson by Hipper."
The moment the man in the cassock raised his eyes and saw his face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body froze in shock as if nailed to the spot, his mouth slightly open but no sound came out.
His expression of utter disbelief made Geto laugh out loud. He paused, his eyes scanning the stitches on the man's forehead, his tone almost filled with mockery: "Why? A fake would be this scared when meeting the real owner?"
"Do you know?"
"The reason a fake is called a fake—" Xia Yujie's voice was shrouded in icy coldness, but the ending tone rose slightly, dragging out a hint of contempt. "Isn't it because, when the real owner really stands on the stage, your poor imitation won't even be worthy of a second glance?"
"Heh...that's all."
His eyes swept across the other person's frozen face, and the mocking tone was as light as the wind, but it carried a crushing teasing sound.
"The master of the cursed spirit manipulation technique is here, who would care about you?"
“Rainbow Dragon—!”
He was specifically taken on a mission by the Primordial Celestial Body. Did you really think he was just there to do hard labor? He was actually there to restock. With this cheat, he was able to replenish many of the special-grade cursed spirits that were usually difficult to deal with.
The ground beneath his feet collapsed with a bang, shattering the crisscrossing passages and sending up a cloud of dust that spread like a thick fog. The young man, hands in his pockets, paced slowly through the devastation, the soft thud of his heels on gravel mingling with the hum of the aftershocks, a distinct sound.
"I heard I might have caused some serious trouble?" He tilted his head, his tone filled with casual thought, as if he was recalling a trivial daily occurrence. "My name... I think it was something—"
He clapped his hands lightly, the crisp sound of his slaps echoing through the ruins. In an instant, thousands of cursed spirits of various forms emerged from the void, some roaring ferociously, some silently dormant, densely filling every space within his sight. They were all cursed spirits he had subdued.
The boy with the ball-shaped hair stopped and took his hands out of his trouser pockets. Without moving his body, he had already put the two fingers of his right hand together and pointed his fingertips in the direction of the noose. The indifference in his eyes had completely faded away, leaving only a hint of cold sharpness.
"Oh, it's the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."
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