Chapter 20 Three Unlucky Guys

Fire trucks outside, one after another, roared past and rushed towards the area where the explosion had just occurred.

Here is a temporary tent where the Spell Masters Association, Neon government officials, and people from the Neon military department all gathered to discuss the aftermath.

There are also many reporters outside the police "cordon" fence with microphones, reporting

"It is reported that just now in this city, due to the aging of underground natural gas pipelines, a violent explosion occurred near a highway."

"The fire is now under control"

Isayama Norimei watched the reporter skillfully carrying the prepared manuscript in advance. He could already imagine people's reactions when they saw this news around the dining table while eating.

"Again, where did the Neon Government spend taxpayers' money? This is the news every day."

Originally there was a "tent", which can be used to hide a certain area with a barrier so that people without spell power cannot see it.

But the pillar of fire that soared into the sky directly tore the "tent" apart, presenting a scene like a natural disaster to the world.

The "culprit" who caused the cursed spirit to explode, Isayama Nomei, was looking at the hideous wound on his arm gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye with his sleeves rolled up, and he was letting out the slightest surprise.

"It got better so quickly."

This wound was due to Isayama Nomei's bad luck. When he was overturned by the shock wave, the door of the car next to him was scratched open, which also caused Isayama Nomei's white shirt to be stained with a lot of blood.

"Is this a reversal technique?"

Because the essence of mantra is negative emotions and energy with negative attributes, and if you want mantra to heal wounds, you must first turn the nature of mantra over, make it positive from negative, and use "positive" energy to repair it. The wound, otherwise the negative attribute spell will only make the wound worse due to its destructive power.

It sounds convoluted, but you can imagine how difficult it is to achieve it. Except for the one in front of me who can use "spell reversal" in the Spell Master Association, I have never seen anyone else Isayama Norimei.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him.

"Okay, it should be fine."

Hearing this, Isayama Nomei took back his thoughts, smiled at the young "doctor" in front of him, and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you very much, doctor."

Called a doctor by Isayama Norimei, the one who mastered the "surgical reversal" that only a few people can do was unexpectedly a girl with short brown hair who looked like a student and had a tear mole at the corner of her eye.

She was eating a lollipop, wearing the black uniform of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuring College, and sitting next to Isayama Nomei. (usually cigarettes)

"Otherwise, I would be so seriously injured that I wouldn't know what to do."

Isayama Nomei has to go to school tomorrow

Ask for leave? Isayama Norimei doesn't even know if he can still ask for leave. Don't just take a leave request form and turn it into a withdrawal notice.

"No need, I didn't put much effort into it, it's just a matter of hands."

So this doctor is really helpful

Receiving Isayama Nomei's thanks made the girl feel a little bit embarrassed.

"The hand where the wound is located should be careful not to exercise strenuously or lift heavy objects, because the newly grown flesh may be a little fragile."

"And if you feel any discomfort, you can call me on this phone."

"Oh, thank you,"

When she saw Isayama Nomei taking the note, the girl smiled slightly.

"Glass, my name is Iaru Glass."

"See that? Jay."

The two people on the hospital bed not far away looked like they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Especially the one with white hair felt like his eyes were about to pop out. He turned over and combed his hair next to him. the black-haired boy asked

The black-haired boy was squinting his eyes before, but now his eyes are open.

"I see it, Satoru."

"It's a lie, that Glass can actually be so gentle sometimes."

"Tch, what a fuss."

Beside them, sat a girl wearing a red and white miko uniform. She had her hands on her shoulders and stared at the two of them condescendingly as if they were looking at "pests."

"That's not because he's handsome, you two idiots."

"Don't look at how you compare with others. You are no different from the beggars on the street outside."

"Huh? When the singer is talking about us, isn't she also talking about herself?"

"That's right, if you weren't as shabby as the rest of us and look like a beggar, you would have gone up to talk to that pretty boy a long time ago."

"What!"

Seeing that her secret was revealed by the two men, the singer trembled and her face flushed. Fortunately, her cheeks were hidden by the layer of black, otherwise the two men would seize the opportunity. Don't laugh at her properly.

"Gojo, it's not your fault, you idiot."

"You actually teleported to the side of the bomb. Did you intend to blow us up?"

These three people were the "unlucky guys" from before, and they used unknown techniques to move to the coordinates of calling for help at high speed.

They are all students of the Tokyo Conjuring High School. The girl is a nunnery singer, a graduate, and a second-level conjurer.

The white-haired one is Gojo Satoru, and the black-haired one is Natsume Jie, a second-year student in the same class, the same age as Isayama Nomei.

It was the support that came quickly from the Conjuration College.

As a result, the curse spirit turned into a bomb with terrifying curse power for unknown reasons, and by chance, it exploded as soon as they landed.

If one thing is not good, it will "really" fall into a box.

But after being almost at zero distance and facing the horrible explosion, these people were able to survive and were only slightly injured.

You can imagine how powerful they are

It was just a little embarrassing. The three of them were covered in dust and their faces were black as if they had just come out of the underground coal mining.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She rolled up her sleeves and wanted to beat the bastard she called Gojo who was lying on the bed.

"Your classmates are really energetic."

Isayama Kenmei heard the huge noise over there, raised his head and saw three dusty guys fighting each other.

"Haha. They have always been like this."

Ieiri Naoko smiled awkwardly, her tone a little reluctant.

"Those two scumbags"

"Again, they are making the geisha senior angry."

There was no need to look at Ieiri Naoko to know what happened. The girl's fists behind her were clenched and it was obvious that she had reached the limit of her patience.

"Stop making a fuss! This is the medical room!"

Suddenly, an angry voice rushed in from the other side of the tent curtain.

Then Kenmei Isayama was surprised to see

When they heard the first syllable "quarrel", the three people who had been fighting with each other immediately stopped fighting, as if nothing had happened. The two boys lay down again, and the girl sat upright on the chair, just short of sticking the words "I am very good" on her face.

The movements were very fast and extremely skilled, and it was obvious that this was not the first time.

Two people appeared in the medical room, one of whom Kenmei Isayama was very familiar with was Mr. Abe, and the other one looked familiar, but he could not remember his name.

He was a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a serious face, with black hair and a crew cut. He looked younger than Mr. Abe, and wore black clothes.

"Sorry, Abebe, I made you laugh."

The short-haired uncle apologized to Mr. Abebe

"It's okay, Night Moth."

Mr. Abebe turned his attention to the people who were playing just now, especially the white-haired Gojo Satoru. When he saw the sky-blue eyes that were as bright as dazzling stars, he was also slightly stunned

"Is that the six eyes?"

After a little surprise, Mr. Abebe regained his composure and made a rare joke

"Night Moth, your students."

"They are quite unique."

One of them was still wearing sunglasses with only one lens left, one squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep, and one was wiping the dust off his face, and ended up turning himself into a little cat.

Thanks to the two monthly tickets of the dead branches and rotten leaves of the broken wings