Chapter 102
The second day was the sister school exchange meeting.
The conference room, which was originally full of audience members, became nearly empty.
The old men who were so frightened by Kazuma Hatori yesterday that they stumbled with every step were making various excuses to refuse to watch the game today.
In short, they absolutely do not want to see Kazuma Hatake even once more.
In the entire conference room, only Moth Zhengdao and Mingming, who was smiling and greeting them, remained.
Rakuganji Yoshinobu, the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High School, did come over, but his face was extremely dark, and he sat in the first row with an expression that looked straight ahead.
Even if Kazuma Hatori followed Satoru Gojo into the room, he would absolutely not spare them any attention.
Gojo Satoru muttered to himself, "What a pity."
This made Yoshinobu Rakuganji's face even darker.
Although this result was expected, I didn't expect that all the old men would actually be absent—doesn't that mean there won't be any fun to watch?
They should at least learn from Tatsuo Gojo and the others; even though they were terrified by Kazuma Hagoromo, they still insisted on attending the meal.
However, their change of attitude has caused Gojo Satoru, who is not used to it, to start avoiding them.
After waiting for a while and realizing that no more people would be arriving, Moth Masakado signaled everyone to move to the training ground.
Although the competition format for each sister school exchange event is determined by drawing lots, according to Gojo Satoru, it is basically one day of team competition and one day of individual competition, with the rules being largely the same.
Today's individual matches will be held in the training ground that has been cleared out.
To ensure that off-site guests would not be accidentally injured, the audience seating was set up a little further away, with crows, manipulated by the unseen forces, filling in the close-up shots.
As a result, due to the small number of attendees today, a large number of seats were left empty, allowing Gojo Satoru to choose freely.
As for Kazuma Hatake... Kazuma Hatake listens entirely to Satoru Gojo.
His brain is still a mess.
I feel unsteady when I walk.
Of course, this doesn't mean that he didn't engage in more intimate acts with Satoru during his first playthrough...
At 28, Wu was mature enough and in excellent physical condition—under his loose, pure black coat, every muscle in his body was perfectly stretched and his lines were smooth, like a nimble and agile snow leopard.
Therefore, when the beautiful snow leopard came over and affectionately nuzzled his lips with its smiling blue eyes, exchanging a sweet kiss with him, Kazuma Hatori was completely powerless to resist.
A sharp and calm mind is worthless at this moment; instinct and impulse take absolute control, making each revolution of the second hand like a blazing fire rising from a fireplace, burning and evaporating all reason, leaving only a soft, light handful of ashes.
And yet, it makes people willingly continue to sink into depravity.
But that was the first playthrough.
In his second playthrough, Kazuma Hatake was completely at a loss, unsure of how to respond.
A hazy ambiguity was sprouting, and every detail that resembled the handsome Daigo was gradually engulfing him, while even Kazuma's refusal seemed pale and powerless.
Is it because the affection level from the first playthrough is partially carried over to the second playthrough, causing the pretty little Wu to have a particularly high affection level for him from the very beginning?
Just like those high-ranking figures in the sorcery world who reflexively fear him.
And there's Zenin Naoya, who's terrified of him.
After returning home yesterday, the slight movement of the other person's index finger, which was wrapped in a bandage, made Yukito Kazuma start to despise himself for his heart still beating too fast.
This is the realization of the second playthrough, the second playthrough, the second playthrough, the second playthrough...
As he sat down, Kazuma Hatori kept trying to convince himself that his blank expression, which didn't respond when his name was called after he drifted off into a daze, was so obvious that Satoru Gojo glanced at him several times from behind his sunglasses.
What is he thinking about now? He doesn't even respond when Teacher Moth calls him.
Wow, that trick taught in the forum is so effective! It's absolutely intimidating!
Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and crossed his forearms over his chest, his expression revealing a smug and slightly arrogant air.
Although the smell of blood was a bit pungent, the effect was so amazing that it didn't matter at all!
I should go and thank them... No, no, how can I thank them in the post? That would immediately reveal that I've been secretly browsing and watching the forum all along.
As for whether this action seemed a bit ambiguous, Gojo Satoru didn't care at all.
According to the analysis in the forum, since he loves him so much, it's okay for him to do something slightly more intimate in order to prevent this black Shiba Inu from self-harming in the future.
Consider it a small reward, a loan given before the other person expresses their feelings.
In retrospect, he was exceptionally successful!
Pretty Little Wu was perfectly justified, and even poked Black Bean Chai's face with her finger to bring him back to his senses.
"You have almost no experience with tacticians, so pay a little attention to their games."
Gojo Satoru whispered to Hato Kazuma, "Especially their techniques for combining techniques and physical combat, which should be of some help to you."
Kazuma Hatake's rationality hadn't fully returned yet, and he subconsciously thought that he was quite experienced with tacticians, having killed quite a few in both the previous and current playthroughs.
Luckily, he stopped himself just as he was about to speak, and instead let out a hurried "um".
Gojo Satoru narrowed his azure eyes sharply, but did not ask any further questions.
The crows, manipulated by the unseen force, were very dedicated, landing at an extremely close distance to broadcast the match. However, they were accidentally hit by a spell midway through the broadcast, resulting in the loss of one with a "caw".
Before Moth could comfort her, he heard a soft laugh from the depths of the darkness.
"You can ask for more compensation now."
Night Moth said: "..."
That's definitely possible.
Since Satoru told him to look carefully, Kazuma Hatoshi actually pulled his attention back from where he had been wandering and focused on watching the back-and-forth action in the training field.
Compared to Kazuma Hagoromo, who can only use fixed skills through the system, the two fighting in the training ground are obviously more agile. When they are about to be injured, they use magic power to enhance their physical attributes, making them more durable or with higher attack power.
Kazuma Hagoromo couldn't see this at all; it was Gojo Satoru who explained it to him from the side.
"Take the songstress for example. Her spell is a supportive [isolated forbidden zone] that can amplify the total spell power and output of mages within the spell's range for a certain period of time. Therefore, for her, focusing on physical skills would be more advantageous in this kind of one-on-one combat."
"If the opponent is also within the spell's range, will they also receive the spell's power amplification?"
"I asked in a low voice," said Kazuma Hatori.
"No, no,"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand with a smile, "She can choose any target for her spell; she can't just stay within range and be unconditionally enhanced."
“I see.” Kazuma Hatake nodded.
"Yeah, so you can study her battle strategies more, just pretend those buffs don't exist."
Gojo Satoru is really considerate. Ever since he learned that Hagoromo Kazuma couldn't use magic, he didn't mock him condescendingly. Instead, he tried his best to help him find various ways to improve his strength.
Whether you emphasize physical skills or give him [Dual Skills],
If it were Zenin Naoya instead, he would have maliciously bullied Hatori Kazuma countless times under the pretext of sparring—and this wouldn't even cause the slightest ripple within the three main families.
Techniques, strength, and status—these elements combined to form a rigid hierarchy, and the entitlement to a respectable social status that follows, are the embodiment of this outdated set of rules.
Although if Zenji Naoya really dared to do that, he would be beaten even more severely by Hatori Kazuma.
Kazuma Hato wouldn't be polite to anyone except Satoru.
However, Kazuma Hato probably can't learn from Iori's battle strategy.
Because he doesn't understand theories like "distributing spell power to protect oneself based on the enemy's attack points" or "spell power can also cause damage, and there are other auxiliary methods"—these are just like classes to him.
I can understand and remember, but I just can't do it.
As Gojo Gogoku continued explaining, his expression became increasingly helpless, almost filled with regret and disappointment.
This sorcery idiot really only knows sorcery power; he doesn't understand anything else besides sorcery power!
Even though you can increase your spell power by consuming [Spell Power Crystals], how come you still can't even use the most basic spell power?
Because Gojo Satoru was worried about Hatake Kazuma getting hurt, he would beat the cursed spirits to the point of near death during missions, and basically one finishing blow would end the battle—Hatake Kazuma didn't even need [Black Flash], he just used the short stick he took from the school's library to strike them once.
However, unlike [Karma Double], that short stick doesn't have a special combat form; it's just an ordinary low-level short stick spell tool.
At that moment, seeing the [extreme worry] written all over Gojo Satoru's face, Hato Kazuma thought for a moment, then turned his head and whispered an explanation to Gojo Satoru.
"Don't worry, I have my own methods for fighting."
"...What can we do?"
Gojo Satoru narrowed his azure eyes, completely disbelieving the comfort offered by the idiot who practiced sorcery.
Just as Kazuma was about to explain further to him, Masamichi Yagura, who had returned from the edge of the training field, called out his name.
"Ichima, wait a minute..."
He paused for a moment, then finished speaking, "You might need to play."
Gojo Satoru blurted out, "Huh!?"
Just what I feared most has come to pass; why is this black Shiba Inu suddenly being sent into battle?!
Masamichi Noi rubbed his temples: "Something came up, we lost one person, and we won't have enough for the upcoming rotation battle. So we asked Ichima to help fill in."
It just so happens that Kazuma Hatori is also a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High School—although he's only a first-year student, there won't be any problem as long as everyone agrees.
Gojo Satoru: "Wait a minute, why can't I go?"
Masamichi Nobi said, "...We have no problem here, but everyone in Kyoto is against it."
Satoru Gojo, who possesses six eyes, has been known to everyone in the world of jutsu since his birth.
Not to mention that [no limit] spell that can repel everything, you can't even touch it with the slightest attack.
Facing such an invincible opponent, agreeing to let him play would be tantamount to handing over victory.
The people at Kyoto Jujutsu High School aren't stupid; they'll definitely choose Kazuma Hatori, who isn't from the family line.
Gojo Satoru was extremely dissatisfied with this development, but Hagoromo Kazuma thought it was just right.
"Wait a minute,"
Kazuma Hatori stood up and spoke to Satoru Gojo—his dark eyes, which were looking at him, were calm and serene, yet contained a chilling aura that looked down on everything.
However, this momentum suddenly dissipated when it collided with Cang Tong, turning into a pride that carried a hint of prematurely claiming credit.
"Keep your eyes on me."
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