Drawing Command Spells is a job that consumes a lot of magic power.

...Well, he just didn't eat enough.

The kind-hearted high school students re-ordered everything on the menu, and when Al came out of the private room after eating and drinking, the restaurant owner and waiters who heard the news surrounded the four mysterious guests.

Xia Youjie & Jiaru Glass: "..."

Shameful!

Gojo Satoru didn't care about other people's gazes at all. He said to Al in a good mood: "Let's go, the next step is to buy clothes. Let Jay and Glass choose for you!"

The four of them left the restaurant and went to the nearest clothing store. After all, this was Tokyo's most prosperous commercial street with all kinds of stores. They first bought a few sets of clothes for Al. Al took a look at the price tags and found that the clothes in his hands were ridiculously expensive.

Ieiri Naoko held up a brown long-sleeved shirt and pointed it at Albi.

Well, it’s nice-looking and breathable, much cooler than Al’s autumn school uniform and scarf.

"Then add this one. Who's going to pay this time?"

Xia Yujie took the initiative and said, "Me."

It is reasonable that his partner treats him to a meal and he treats him to clothes.

When paying, the waiter at the clothing store took a few more glances at the heart-shaped Command Seal on the back of Xia Yujie's hand and asked in surprise, "Do you like Sona too?"

Xia Yujie: “…”

From the look in their eyes, we confirmed that we were from the same generation.

With a heart mark on the back of his hand, Xia Yujie pretended to be calm and said, "Yes, but I still like Badoramon more than Sona."

“Haha ...

Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Shoko were laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, using their actions to interpret what it meant to be a bad friend. Al curled the corners of his lips and felt in a good mood.

He likes this kind of atmosphere very much.

After they leisurely finished their meal and shopping, the series of life-threatening calls from Noctua zhengdao arrived on time again.

The three of them looked at each other and started playing rock-paper-scissors in tacit understanding.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

"cloth!"

"cloth!"

"cloth!"

Xia Yujie was defeated miserably.

Al: “…”

He saw that his Master's luck was really not very good, and he had a tendency to complain and bully others.

Ieiri Naoko withdrew her hand with satisfaction, and Gojo Satoru said smugly, "You take it."

Xia Yujie had no choice but to answer the phone reluctantly, "...Moshi Moshi?"

"Kayuki-sama——!!!"

The old head teacher's voice was deafening, and the poor male high school student had to hold his phone farther away.

"teacher……"

Ye Moth Zheng Dao roared: "Where have you been?!"

Xia Yujie's eyes wandered: "We? We are eating in the commercial street now."

"Eat? You guys actually have the leisure to go eat?! Tell me! What's going on in the dormitory? Did you and Wu fight again?!"

Oh no! Teacher Ye Moth finally discovered that the dormitory had collapsed.

Xia Yujie couldn't help but look at Al and found that Al was looking through the clothes he had just bought as if nothing had happened, and he seemed to have no awareness of messing up someone else's bedroom.

...No, Al has schizophrenia. The guy who destroyed the dormitory is not the same person as the guy now. Calm down, calm down.

He said dryly, "Teacher, I can explain this."

Ye Mo Zheng Dao took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down a little: "Then explain it to me."

Summer Oil said: "Actually it wasn't us who did it, it was the Heroic Spirits we summoned who did it."

Ye Moth said: "Who?"

"Heroic Spirit."

"who?"

"Heroic Spirit." Xia Yujie coughed lightly, "It's the one who's been very popular recently, King Arthur Artoria, do you know him, teacher?"

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

Ieiri Naoko, who was standing by, covered her mouth, while Gojo Satoru's mouth corners curled up wildly, as if he was about to burst into laughter.

Xia Yujie: “…”

Damn it, if you can, come and explain it!

Yega Zhengdao took another deep breath and tried to remain calm and said, "Jie, Wu and Gaozi are also with you, right?"

"……yes."

"Come back right away. Come back right away. Do you understand?"

Xia Yujie: "...Okay, teacher."

He hung up the phone with a subtle expression.

The next second, the laughter of the injured friends broke my eardrums.

“HA ...!!!”

Xia Yujie: “…”

Al walked over and patted Xia Youjie's shoulder calmly to comfort him.

Summer Oil: “……?”

I seriously suspect that you are actually holding back your laughter.

Although Tokyo Jujutsu High School is located in Tokyo, it is actually not close to Tokyo at all. The only bus takes 40 minutes to get to the school, so it is often affectionately complained by students as a "countryside place."

The three students were too lazy to wait for the bus, so they took Geto's cursed spirit back to school. On the way back, Gojo Satoru introduced Al with great interest: "There are not many students in our school, only two or three people in each grade. However, Tokyo Jujutsu High School is one of the hubs of the Japanese Jujutsu world, so there are quite a lot of sorcerers coming and going."

Xia Yujie added: "There are cafeterias and dormitories in the school. We can solve our daily food, clothing, housing and transportation in the school. But to be honest, it's quite boring. There are too few types of vending machines, so we often sneak out to play."

You can see it.

They are very accustomed to riding the magic spirit to and from school, and they are habitual offenders at first sight.

Jia Ruo Xianzi bit on an unlit cigarette and said, "Come to think of it, what are you going to do tonight? Your rooms have been completely torn down by this guy, right?"

Al sat calmly aside, looking up and down, pretending he heard nothing.

Xia Yujie said, "Well... the school is full of empty classrooms anyway, so we can only move to a new room. By the way, will the maintenance fee of the room be deducted from our salary?"

Ieiri Naoko was speechless and said, "You should have stopped him from destroying the house right away."

Xia Yujie pursed his face and found an excuse for himself: "Well... because this guy looked so serious, as if he was carrying out some important mission, I really couldn't refuse - ah, forget it, it sounds so childish. I admit that I was crazy at the time and let that guy demolish the house."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while and suggested, "Well, let's camp tonight."

Summer Oil: “…Huh?”

Gojo Satoru slapped his thigh, thinking that his casual suggestion was simply genius.

"Don't we have a tent? Set it up! Make a bonfire, barbecue, play loud music, and have fun till dawn!"

Ieiri Naoko said sinisterly, "... Have fun until dawn? I think you want to watch your nanny kill someone."

Listening to the chatter of high school students, Al smiled slightly.

This is... the atmosphere of youth.

At this time, Geto Summer's cursed spirit was slowly landing in front of the gate of Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

In the first grade classroom, Ye Mo Zheng Dao on the podium was looking expressionlessly at the blond-haired boy who had appeared in the classroom.

The boy had blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and was tall and thin. He was about the same height as Geto Suguru. He was wearing a brown long-sleeved shirt and had the aura of a boy next door.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao said with a serious expression: "...Foreigners?"

Al shook his head and corrected himself: "It's an alien."

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

Gojo Satoru introduced enthusiastically: "Yoga, this is the Heroic Spirit we summoned, the mysterious swordsman from an unknown universe - Al!"

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

On the way here, Xia Yujie had already figured it out. There was a generation gap between them and Mr. Ye Moth, and some things could not be explained clearly no matter how they explained.

So the only top student answered perfunctorily: "Yes, he is a heroic spirit."

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

That's all? Shouldn't you explain it to me a little more?!

Ieiri Naoko added, "Their dormitory was built by this gang."

The head teacher looked at Al with an eagle-like gaze and asked seriously, "Is that so?"

Al raised his hand and said seriously, "Teacher, I have a question."

"…What's the problem?"

“The classroom is a bit hot.”

Ye Moth Zhengdao: ...

Noctua said: "The air conditioner is already on."

Al, who didn't feel any coolness at all, looked at the air conditioner hanging in a corner of the classroom. It looked like it was newly installed a few years ago and it was indeed working, but why? It didn't feel cool at all.

Al narrowed his eyes. "Is it because of insufficient energy?"

Ye Mo Zheng Dao didn't understand why the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy in front of him was so obsessed with the air conditioner. He explained, "It's not the electricity. The air conditioner in this classroom has not been working well."

It’s not easy to use…

Gojo Satoru snorted and complained, "We should have asked the school to replace our air conditioner. The air conditioner in the classroom is really problematic."

The frugal Lord Yega Zhengdao refused and said, "Why change it? It's not broken, it's just not useful anymore."

"If it doesn't work, it's broken." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy retorted, "Besides, it's the school's money that's being spent on the air conditioner, so what's wrong with replacing it?"

Kagome turned his head and whispered to Gojo Satoru: "Satoru, have you forgotten? The current principal will retire in the next two years."

“Oh~~~~”

Gojo Satoru deliberately lengthened his tone to pretend that he had suddenly realized something. Their concerted response obviously made the class teacher very embarrassed. Yemo Zhengdao, who was working hard to save money for the school, coughed twice out of guilt.

"Anyway, it's because the air conditioner isn't listening very well. Stop asking!"

Saving money is a virtue, not for the sake of running for the next principal! Besides, children nowadays are too docile and docile. How can they be sorcerers if they can't even stand this little bit of heat?

Al narrowed his eyes.

so it is.

The air conditioner is not listening.

Al made a virtual clench, and a sword with a red glow appeared in his hand. He lowered his body slightly and assumed a fighting stance.

Ye Moth said: “?”

What? What?!

"It's better to get rid of useless things that can't be used - wake up, air conditioner!!!"

Boom——!

With a loud bang, the air conditioner that was cut in half fell to the ground, and standing in front of it was Al who calmly retracted his lightsaber.

"Huh." As the smoke and dust cleared, Al said slowly, "Rest in peace, air conditioner. There will be a new one to take your place."

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

He was dumbfounded.

Behind him, three high school students were silent for a few seconds, then raised their hands and shouted at the same time:

"It's broken! It's broken!"

“We can finally get a new air conditioner!”

"Justice from heaven, yeah!!!"

Ye Moth Zhengdao: "..."

Little bastards.

I will now show you what true justice from heaven is.