Chapter 54
The moment the servant rushed over, Shen Dujianliu dodged immediately.
Holding back the itch in his throat, he glanced calmly at the expression on the blond boy's face.
Very lively and doesn't need attention on its own.
Who is this? I want to beat him up]
[+1, Your words really deserve a beating]
[Zenin Naoya, the son of the Zenin family master, despises women and believes that women should stand three steps behind men. He has a very mean personality and loves bullying]
「Wow, I think of Chuuya and Weilun now. Compared to those two brothers… what the hell is this guy?」
Shen Du Jian Liu's expression remained unchanged, and he easily knocked down the two burly servants.
Two figures flew out of the wooden house cleanly and neatly, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and finally fell into the pond in the courtyard not far away with a "plop".
The atmosphere paused for a few seconds.
"you……"
Zenin Naoya stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to react to what had just happened.
The next second, he was punched on the left side of his face.
The fist seemed to be a light and light blow, but Zenin Naoya suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and half of his teeth were broken.
The two earrings on his left ear were shattered, and the muscles on his face twisted violently as the white-haired boy only restrained 30% of his strength. A swirling airflow rose up beside him, and his short golden hair fluttered backwards frantically following the airflow...
Zenin Naoya flew out directly.
Instead of falling into the pond, he became wedged in the courtyard wall in a very awkward position.
"Master!"
The two servants were so frightened that they hurriedly climbed out of the pond and tried to run over to dig him out.
No one dared to make a sound in the remote courtyard for a while.
Shen Du saw Liu standing there motionless, without even moving an inch.
Obviously, the slim young man didn't say anything, but just a simple punch, the powerful sense of oppression spread silently to the top of the entire courtyard.
When faced with normal people who are full of vitality and have no hidden dangers of despair, he will not look down on them, but he will not give them special care either.
Just be your ordinary self.
Therefore, Shen Du Jianliu's expression was very calm.
“…”
When Zenin Naoya was knocked away, the white-haired boy's cold and beautiful purple eyes were still echoing in his mind.
He looked down from a high position with an air of condescension and a sense of oppression.
Because it is too empty and plain, it reveals a kind of indifferent and weird horror, which makes people shudder unconsciously and feel unprecedented creepiness.
That look...
He seemed to have seen it somewhere.
Where is it?
ah.
Zenin Naoya remembered...very much.
The Zen temple is very good.
When he was very young, he had seen a similar look in his cousin's eyes.
This white-haired young man had a physique and strength that was no less than Shi'er's, and his punches were so fast that they could not be avoided. At least Zenin Naoya could be sure that few people in the world of sorcery could withstand his punches.
Absolutely unbeatable.
At that moment, Zenin Naoya clearly understood that he had no chance of defeating his opponent.
He couldn't beat this new brother who showed up out of nowhere.
Damn it…
Could it be that the other party is the illegitimate child of his uncle, and is actually Shier’s biological brother, who was secretly registered under his father’s name?
Before he completely passed out, Zenin Naoya couldn't help but have a lot of random thoughts in his mind.
Finally, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness because of a light punch.
***
Shen Du Jianliu actually didn't use his full strength.
He lowered his eyes to look at his clenched fists. The muscles in his arms and chest felt like they were being torn apart, causing a pain that devoured his sanity. However, this was far less severe than the nausea that came from his internal organs.
He coughed to cover up the fatigue on his face and did not stay to deal with the follow-up.
Because the top management suddenly assigned him an urgent task.
The mission location is on a street in a certain urban area of Tokyo. The level of the cursed spirit is temporarily determined to be level 1. The "Window" personnel waited directly at the door of Zenin's house and notified the servants to call him out.
The other party brought two second-level spell tools to Shen Du Jianliu for emergency use.
A pistol and a samurai sword.
"Can you use a gun?"
Hideta Mishima glanced through the rearview mirror at the white-haired boy who got into the car.
He was an assistant supervisor who was sent here urgently. He heard that the higher-ups attached great importance to this sorcerer, and he needed to report all of his performance in the mission truthfully.
This depends on whether the other party can obtain the certificate of a special-grade sorcerer.
Special...
There are only three in Japan.
Hideta Mishima had never heard of the name of the young man in the back seat, and he couldn't help but secretly look at the other person's appearance for a while.
He has pale skin, a delicate face but bloodless lips, and a thin body that looks fragile, as if a slightly stronger wind could blow him away.
Combined with the location where he met the other party, he seemed like a spoiled and delicate young master who was carefully cared for by the three great families and only let out to move around after reaching adulthood.
Can such a young man really be a top-grade sorcerer?
"meeting."
Shen Du Jianliu put away the gun without any expression.
He coughed lightly to relieve his sore throat, then picked up the 80cm long katana and pulled it out of the scabbard to feel the feel.
Well enough.
"Well, as long as you can use it, feel free to ask me if you have any questions."
Mishima, who was sitting in the driver's seat, nodded distrustfully.
He recalled that when he left the Zen temple just now, the house seemed to be in a mess, with many servants walking around, and he couldn't help but ask with concern: "By the way..."
"Did anything happen at home? Did coming here suddenly not bother you?"
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu silently turned his eyes away.
"No."
He restrained his strength at that time and did not kill Zenin Naoya.
Moreover, when the other party fainted, there was no despair in his eyes, and there was even an inexplicable excitement.
He had already pried open the other person's eyes to confirm.
[Supervisor 233333 really asked the right person]
What happened in your home? ——It wasn’t me, I just got in the car]
[Come to think of it, when I saw Liu leaving, the servants just happened to rush over with a stretcher hhhhhh]
[The person at that window actually asked Ah Liu if he knew how to use a gun. Isn't this a professional match?]
[Our Shen Du is the mafia among mafia! 】
[When will Jianliu meet my family's Wu? I'm curious about what kind of chemical reaction will occur when two white-haired people meet.]
Director Mishima quickly drove the car to the commercial street where there were no idle people.
Just as Mishima had been informed, this mission was not just as simple as exorcising the cursed spirits, but the higher-ups also wanted to use this opportunity to seriously test Kamado Miryu's abilities.
If he could solve the problem successfully, the higher-ups would open their arsenal of special-grade cursed tools and allow Kamado Kenryu to pick any one as a weapon.
Of course...
The white-haired boy solved it very easily.
The katana couldn't even withstand his force. It broke on the spot when it chopped the cursed spirit's body, and turned into a pile of debris.
Even worse was the first-level cursed spirit.
As soon as the opponent appeared, his body was cut off, leaving only a confused big head looking around.
Purple liquid mixed with small pieces of its body fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Before it could recover and regenerate its own body, Shen Du Jianliu directly took out the gun that he had tucked in his arms in advance with an expressionless face.
"Bang."
The cursed spirit didn't even have time to let out a final cry before it was shot in the head and completely dissipated into the air.
The assistant supervisor standing not far away was dumbfounded for a long time.
Kamado Kenryu didn't have any cursed energy and couldn't use the simple "Tent" technique, so the other party had to stand at the edge and cast a barrier for the boy to prevent ordinary people from noticing.
Some students in the technical high school often forget to use the "account". As an assistant supervisor of the technical high school, he has become accustomed to it and has no objection.
Who would have thought——
As soon as the spell was released, the cursed spirit inside was successfully removed at the same moment.
That's a first-grade cursed spirit that's about to be promoted to a special grade...
He died at the hands of Kamado Miru within 5 seconds.
Even if the six-eyed man from the Gojo family came over, their results would probably be equal, and they wouldn't be able to get out much faster than Kamado Mikuru.
The young man before him fully lived up to the title of special-grade sorcerer.
Hideta Mishima wrote the report that very night, without exaggeration or smearing, and submitted it verbatim.
Thanks to the other party, Kamado Miru obtained the qualification certificate of a special-grade sorcerer the next day.
His tasks began to increase exponentially, from day to midnight and early morning, whether it was special or first-level...
In his spare time, he would even take the time to deal with third and fourth level cursed spirits.
As a result, Shen Du Jianliu rarely returned to the Zen temple home, and worked without rest or sleep until the third day.
At the same time, it was also the first day of enrollment at the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School of Spellcraft.
Since Kamado Miru will be 18 in a few months, the same age as Gojo Satoru, he was placed in the third grade.
Ever since Zenin Naoya fainted, the Zenin family has not held anyone accountable or specifically asked the white-haired boy to go back, as if the incident had never happened and everything was calm and peaceful.
Shen Du Jianliu didn't care about their thoughts.
He has dealt with countless cursed spirit incidents in the past few days and saved many people.
Successfully spreading hope is the most meaningful thing.
***
Midsummer is one of the most difficult seasons of the year.
Although the hottest period has passed, the air is still filled with dryness and scorching heat, cicadas are chirping in the trees, and the entire ancient school is like a huge furnace.
"Jie, do you feel that there are suddenly fewer tasks in the past two days?"
Gojo Satoru was fiddling with the eraser on his desk with some boredom. The dark circles under his eyes behind his sunglasses had not yet faded, and there was a trace of fatigue in his body that had finally subsided.
That's right.
Gojo Satoru has been working non-stop for several weeks without a break.
However, for some reason, starting from two nights ago, the tasks that were too numerous to be completed suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The number of high-level cursed spirits that were thrown at him alone was also reduced a lot. This was the first time that Gojo Satoru had such free time since he comprehended the reversal technique and mastered the true limitless level.
I can even sit in the classroom and take classes with Jie, Nishiko and others, just like I did in my first and second year of high school.
Although I was suddenly called back by Mr. Yega...
Otherwise, he would be staying in a store on the commercial street at this time, using his rare free time to queue up for the store's newly released Yatsuhashi cakes.
"Yeah."
The black-haired boy next to the other person lowered his eyes, looking unhappy. He was silent for a few seconds before he uttered a few words very calmly -
"fine."
“…”
"Jie, are you still not in the mood because of the hot summer? Although it is indeed very hot..."
Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, and before he could say anything else, the shoji door of the classroom was opened, and Yaga Masamichi walked in from the front door with a serious face.
"Satoru, Jie, Nitro."
"I gathered you in the classroom today because I have new classmates to introduce to you."
The other party's voice immediately attracted the attention of three people in the classroom.
"Transfer student? At this time??"
The handsome and delicate white-haired boy raised his eyebrows and looked up as if he wanted to look outside the door to see what kind of guy was standing outside.
Despite his surprise, he had recently heard some rumors about the other two of the three royal families.
For example, the head of the Zenin family has just adopted a son.
They say he is an adopted son, but aristocratic families like theirs are usually very deep-seated, so it is probably that he is an illegitimate child.
Ignoring the gossip about whether the child was born out of wedlock or not, there is one piece of news that is beyond doubt:
The other party is the representative of the rotten orange faction above, and is very popular with the top leaders. As long as it is an order from that group of rotten oranges, the other party will definitely execute it.
Some gossip even calls the other party "the family dog kept by the top management."
Zen temple family, conservative faction, buffs are stacked up everywhere.
Even though they haven't met yet, Gojo Satoru has already given that person the nickname "Little Rotten Orange".
Xia Youjie, who was sitting next to him, finally seemed to be interested and glanced towards the classroom door not far away.
Suddenly, the ringing of the cell phone in Ye Mo Zheng Dao's pocket interrupted everyone's inner thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Can't come for the time being? I see."
Ye Mo Zheng Dao hung up the phone silently, raised his head with a heavy expression and looked at the three students under the podium: "...I'm sorry."
"New classmate suddenly had something to do and can't come over. You should go and do your own things first. There are no classes in school today."
"ha?"
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru looked at each other, with deep speechlessness in their eyes.
Jia Ru Xianzi cheered, took out a cigarette and ran away.
…
The little family dog raised by the senior executives suddenly stood up, right?
I missed out on today's new sweet red bean paste cream Yahashi pancake.
He, Gojo Satoru, remembered it.
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