Chapter 61
Before playing for two weeks, Kazuma Hatake never imagined that he would not only have to study in the real world, but also continue to go to school while playing the game.
Fortunately, at this magic academy with only four freshmen in the first year, even the enrollment procedures were handled quite casually.
Kazuma Hatake received his student card that very day, which stated that he was a Level 4 Spellcaster.
He looked up in confusion at the departing figure of Teacher Moth, who was carrying the textbooks, and then glanced again at the student card that the teacher had handed him.
"What's wrong? Did you get the name wrong?"
It was already after school. Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, stretching happily to relax his muscles for the leisure time ahead, and spoke to Asahi Kazuma.
"No, it's just..."
Kazuma Hatori shook his head, thought for a moment, and then asked him rather hesitantly.
"This sorcerer rating doesn't seem to require me to do any tests...?"
After all, in the first playthrough, Fushiguro Megumi's rating was determined through exorcism missions when he enrolled. How come he was directly rated as level four without even being asked for his opinion?
Gojo Satoru leaned over and glanced at the "four" mark on it, then let out a knowing "oh" and patted him on the shoulder in a nonchalant manner.
"That's how those old guys are. Non-family sorcerers are automatically classified as level four as soon as they come in, because they've never had any experience exorcising cursed spirits before."
As he spoke, he made a gesture in front of Kazuma Hatake that resembled an airplane gliding and then taking off in a flash, a gesture that was incredibly cute.
"Once you've completed a few more missions and become familiar with the process, you can be recommended for promotion based on the level of the cursed spirits you can exorcise and your performance in the missions. Hehe, your allowance will also increase then."
"So that's how it is."
Unexpectedly, Kazuma Hatake realized there was such a default rule, carefully put away the student card, and earnestly thanked Satoru Gojo.
Whether it was the first or second playthrough, Gojo Satoru explained many background and rules of the jutsu world to him in great detail.
On the contrary, Gojo Satoru seemed a little unaccustomed to being thanked so solemnly, and his eyes widened slightly—even through the sunglasses that almost blocked out all light, one could clearly imagine how adorable those round cat eyes would be at this moment.
It wasn't until he blinked a few times at Kazuma Hatake that he seemed to finally come to his senses, and he smiled at him with great delight.
"You're really quick on the uptake, as expected of someone new here! Let me show you around the school first. You don't know where the cafeteria is, do you? By the way, did your dorm tell you which room you're in?"
Gojo Satoru didn't know why he found himself increasingly pleasing to the eye of this new student who had just arrived that day—but the fact was that he had already reached out and hooked his arm around the person's shoulder, pulling him away.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Kazuma Hatori followed the pretty little Satoru's lead without struggling at all, and just followed him out of the classroom, leaving only Shoko Ieiri and Suguru Natsuyuki looking at each other in bewilderment.
Having already taken classes together for a few days, Xia Youjie was still a little surprised by the overly harmonious scene between them—to be precise, it was Gojo Satoru who was unilaterally overjoyed.
Of course, Kazuma Hatake always had a habit of being expressionless, and Natsumi Yuuki, who knew almost nothing about him, naturally couldn't tell that the black-haired boy was also secretly overjoyed.
Even if his goal in the second playthrough isn't to win over the beautiful Xiaowu, having the chance to spend more time with her is still fantastic!
"This is the first time I've seen Wu so enthusiastic..."
"Oh really? — Maybe it's because your bangs are so subtle that he immediately noticed your hairstyle?"
While engrossed in peeling the wrapper off her lollipop, Ieiri Glass replied to the caller without looking up, her voice still lazy and devoid of any enthusiasm.
"Look, doesn't Yuqu also have a problem with your bangs? I think he stared at you for several seconds as soon as he saw you."
Xia Youjie: "…………"
What's wrong with his hairstyle?
…………
Because the number of people at the Spellcasting Academy is really small, even if you add up all the students, assistant supervisors and faculty members from all grades, you might not be able to make up three digits. In addition, most of the staff are often away on business trips or missions, so they may not be able to eat a few meals on time at school.
Therefore, the canteen of the Spellcasting Academy is different from that of ordinary schools. It adopts an order-based system. After looking at the menu, you tell the window what you want to eat, and the chef will make it on the spot.
According to Gojo Satoru, they can usually eat breakfast or have a late-night snack in their well-equipped dorm rooms, but for things like ramen or sukiyaki that are too much trouble, it's faster to order them from the cafeteria.
"I heard you can order alcohol here at night—wow, adult juice!"
Gojo Satoru secretly whispered to Hatori Kazuma, speaking to him in a tone that was half amazed and half curious.
Would you like to try it?
Hagoromo Kazuma asked Gojo Satoru a question.
Although Daigo said he couldn't drink alcohol, he must have tried alcohol before he could find out that he couldn't drink.
"I thought about sneaking a drink to try, but the uncle wouldn't let me."
Gojo Satoru puffed out his cheeks, clearly dissatisfied.
He had only recently come to Tokyo from the Gojo family home in Kyoto to enroll in a vocational high school. Not only would they never allow him to drink at home, but here they would also kick him off the bar with the excuse, "You're only 15, what are you drinking for?" It's so awful!
Why not let him take a sip and taste it?
Kazuma Hato couldn't help but chuckle as he listened, wanting to tell Satoru Gojo that even when he reached the age where he could drink alcohol, he would never touch any alcoholic beverages.
Whether he likes to drink or not is another matter. He is always busy with various tasks and never complains. How could he allow himself to drink, which would cause the output power of his technique to be unstable?
Despite his dissatisfaction, Gojo Satoru was very good at regulating his emotions, and he quickly put the unpleasantness behind him and chatted with Hatori Kazuma about what they wanted to do to pass the time that evening.
Compared to his 28 years of constant busyness, the 15-year-old was clearly not yet burdened with such a heavy responsibility, and still had enough private time to relax and have fun during the intervals between tasks.
"Playing basketball? Playing video games? Watching TV? Building Lego?"
He counted them off one by one on his fingers, then frowned as if he was having a hard time making a decision.
“Choosing to study is fine, but I haven’t made much progress in my research on spell reversal lately… Although Shoko can reverse spells, she uses onomatopoeia to explain the principles, so I can’t understand her at all.”
Kazuma Hatori watched as the beautiful Daigo poked at his creamy pasta with a fork, looking troubled, and thought back to the reversal technique that the beautiful Daigo had once told him...
"I heard that by multiplying negative energy by the power of the spell, you can get positive energy."
Although he didn't understand any of them, he should be able to understand the experience that Pretty Big Wu summarized himself, right?
As Kazuma Hatori was thinking this, he met the gaze of Satoru Gojo, who suddenly looked at him.
"...multiplication?"
Gojo Satoru repeated his puzzled explanation—to convey his astonishment, he even took off his sunglasses, revealing his clean and beautiful blue eyes blinking expectantly as he stared at Hagoromo Kazuma to continue explaining.
"I understand the basic mathematical operation rule that two negatives make a positive, but how do you calculate the multiplication of magical power? After all, I can't write the formula directly in my body."
These words made Kazuma Hatake, who could only use his skills with the help of the system, silently shake his head.
"I don't know, I don't know how to do this either... I just heard it from someone else."
I heard it from Beautiful Dawu.
"I see,"
When Hajime said he didn't know either, Gojo Satoru sighed in utter disappointment and put his sunglasses back on.
“What you’ve heard actually makes a lot of sense. I’ve seen similar descriptions in the books about surgical reversal at home… But summarizing is one thing, and putting it into practice is another. Damn it.”
Gojo Satoru shook his head, the tips of his hair sticking up trembling slightly, almost blocking his view, before being casually brushed aside by his fingertips, and he put the round-lensed sunglasses back on.
"But this is also good news. Knowing that my research direction is correct, I can continue to explore this topic with confidence!"
Unlike 28-year-old Mr. Gojo, Gojo Satoru, who has just enrolled in a vocational high school, has not yet developed the habit of wearing an eye patch. His short, white, choppy hair always sticks out in all directions with extra liveliness, just like the unparalleled curiosity and enthusiasm he has for the outside world after leaving the strict Gojo family.
Moreover, they are not afraid of setbacks.
Kazuma Hatake looked at him and replied earnestly and with great certainty, "You will definitely succeed."
"Wow, you're so sure I can do it,"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head, revealing a hint of suspicious, misty blue through the gap in his sunglasses, and scanned the newly acquainted black-haired boy up and down.
"Could it be that he's just trying to brush me off?"
Although he inexplicably found the other person pleasing to the eye, his words sounded strangely unpleasant, conveying a sense of casualness and deception.
After thinking about it carefully, Gojo Satoru attributed it to the fact that he had heard similar words too many times in the Gojo family since he was a child—because of the existence of these special [six eyes].
If you get angry at the black-haired boy because of this, it would make you seem impolite.
"No, this is a prophecy."
Just as Gojo Satoru was about to retract his words and apologize, he heard the other person reply in a calm and unhurried tone, as if what he said was truly what he had seen with his own eyes in the future.
"You told me when you were 28 that you not only succeeded, but you also became incredibly amazing."
The other party spoke these words with such force and conviction, as if they were 100% convincing—what a load of rubbish!
Gojo Satoru was truly speechless at this sight of the black-haired boy.
How come this guy, who looks so dull and serious with hardly any expression, is so earnestly trying to make him happy?
After a moment, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but let out a laugh—and then he couldn't stop laughing, almost choking on the pasta he hadn't swallowed yet, and had to drink a big mouthful of water to relieve it.
"You..."
He pushed his sunglasses back up, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose. The hazy blue he looked over was still bright, with a hint of a pleasant smile that hadn't completely faded.
"This is really super interesting—"
Even though it was a second time around when he was 15, the first encounter with Kazuma Hatake was different. Satoru Gojo still gave him almost the same evaluation as when they first met in the first time around when he was 28.
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