noffsinger Chapter 217: Man's Creation
Chapter 217: Man's Creation
June 2018
Miyagi Prefecture, Sendai City.
Sugizawa Third High School.
night.
"What? A shutter box? Such an important cursed tool is kept in a place like this—"
Megumi Fushiguro held the phone, with an incredulous look on her face, and questioned the person on the other end.
"Well, after all, the seal was cast a long time ago, and it basically cannot be moved until it is lifted - this makes it easier to recover~"
If the person on the other end of the phone speaks in a lively and active tone and makes blind and outrageous remarks... it's basically "insane".
——But what he said was true. The seal that had been set long ago, while sealing the cursed objects, also imposed some restrictions.
That is "restraint".
Otherwise, such important things would have been moved to the technical college long ago.
And recently, the seal will be lifted.
Fushiguro Megumi closed her eyes and sighed softly, then walked to the designated louvered box, tilted her head, held the phone between her legs, and opened the door with both hands.
"...They didn't even lock it. The magician in charge of guarding this place must have neglected his duty..." He muttered to himself, "...Go back and tell Teacher Su to strengthen the supervision of this area."
The old wooden box door made a creaking sound.
Then, the inside of the box was revealed.
——Empty.
The other party's voice came from the phone, "Hui, don't say I'm unreliable~ The tasks of "recycling" are the same as "taking over"——"
Megumi Fushiguro stared at the empty box with an expressionless face.
The noise on the phone continued.
The next moment, Fushiguro-san slammed the box door shut.
It must be opened in the wrong way.
——It must be.
He took a deep breath and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"These two methods are the simplest and least likely to go wrong - they are quite suitable for newcomers..." The young man's voice was still output.
"Hey! This box--" Fushiguro opened the shutter box again and checked it all over, up and down, left and right, thinking to himself that something was wrong.
“…It’s empty!”
He growled in a low voice.
"..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for half a second.
——Sure enough, this is no small matter...
"...Eh? Is this true?" The other party actually laughed out loud, "Then it's like this - the mission will be adjusted now, 'recovery' will be changed to 'search and recover'." The other party spoke briskly.
"If you can't find it, you're not allowed to come back, and there's no place for you in Kikufuku~" he continued.
——Come on, Gojo-sensei, can you be more reliable! Besides, who wants to eat your dessert!
“…I’ll beat you up.”
Fushiguro-san is exhausted both physically and mentally.
At the same time, he admired Su Ze more and more, who had worked with Gojo Satoru for more than ten years and was still alive and well.
——Can practicing Tai Chi really make people feel better?
...Why don't you find some time to learn it yourself?
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The afternoon of the second day.
Sugizawa Third High School.
"Hey! Takagi from the track and field club is going to compete with Yuji from the psychic club!"
"Tiger Stick? The one from West Middle School... "Tiger of West Middle School"? "
"I heard his best time in the 50m dash is three seconds!"
The chattering crowd gathered around the sand pit in the playground.
"Shh——" a loud whistle sounded.
I saw a whirlwind spinning rapidly in the white circle of the pitching point. The strong wind even raised a large amount of sand and dust from the ground, and the onlookers couldn't stop coughing.
The next moment, the whirlwind stopped instantly, revealing the true face of the sandstorm maker—
The pink-haired boy was wearing a solid-color hoodie. He leaned forward slightly and threw the solid ball in his hand heavily. Everyone's eyes quickly followed the flying black shadow.
——Ding! !
The shot put actually flew out of the sand pit on the field and hit the football goal frame in the distance. The shot put made a large dent in the iron frame and it got stuck tightly on it.
The hedgehog-haired boy who passed by the goal was frightened and shuddered violently.
He stepped on empty air and his body suddenly tilted.
With a cold sweat on his face, he looked at the shot put that almost killed him.
The iron railings of the goal even emitted white smoke.
...Is this something a human would do?
He turned his head to look at the crowd over there, looking for the culprit who almost caused him to reopen.
"How far is the starting point from the goal...?"
Student A who was watching was shocked.
"No, I don't know...at least thirty meters?"
Student B, who was also standing nearby and watching, was shocked.
The physical education teacher was so excited that he grabbed the pink-haired boy's shoulders and shouted, "Tiger Cudgel, after all, you should practice physical education with me! Running, swimming, shot put... whatever you choose!"
"PE students are also very good...at least much better than that psychic department!" The PE teacher looked a little crazy.
"Sorry, teacher!" The pink-haired boy waved his hand to refuse, "Besides, our department is called the "Paranormal Research Society" -"
"Are you really not going to consider it again?" The burly PE teacher actually looked pitiful.
"No!" The pink-haired boy, Yuji Itadori, refused without hesitation.
"I'm going to the hospital to visit a patient, teacher. We can talk next time if you have anything else--" Then he immediately ran towards the school gate in a hurry.
The abandoned physical education teacher was left alone, crying.
Standing on tiptoe and peeking into the crowd, Fushiguro looked unhappy. It was difficult to find someone in such a big school.
Not to mention a small cursed object.
Suddenly, a young man rushed out from the gap in the crowd and ran towards him.
Fushiguro-san's eyes widened slightly.
——It was he who threw the shot put!
He recognized it immediately.
The pink-haired boy quickly approached.
He raised his hand and called out to the other person, "Hey, you——"
Phew~~
The young man passed by him as fast as thunder, disappearing in almost an instant.
The strong wind blew up Fushiguro's hair and collar, and blew sand into his mouth.
"……Wait."
At this time, Hui-chan, who had just finished the second half of the sentence, was stunned. Her raised hand trembled slightly, and her mouth was filled with sand.
He kept making a "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh" sound.
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Sendai City, Sugisawa Hospital.
"Youjin, I have something to say to you in the end..." The old man lying on the bed was thin and had gray and white hair. "It's about your parents--"
"No need, I'm not interested." Yuji Itadori simply interrupted the other party's spell.
"——About, your parents!" The old man made a solemn gesture.
"Okay, I've already told you I'm not interested anymore, Grandpa." Yuji Itadori was fiddling with the bouquet of flowers on the windowsill.
"...A man wants to look cool even until he dies!" said Itadori Yasuke angrily.
There was silence.
"...Don't buy flowers next time. They will die if left alone." After a long time, he spoke slowly.
There are several pots of flowers on the windowsill, and the spider plant in the middle is the one that is growing the most vigorously.
"I bought it for the nurse—" Yuji Itadori said casually, "This orchid has been alive. It seems to have been here for several years."
Yuji Yasuke looked at the spider plant that was about to bloom and remained silent.
——That was watered two years ago by a young man who came to visit her.
Yuji Yasuke closed his eyes and said softly: "...Yuji, if you encounter a group of weirdos in the future and can't get away, then go find the one with the surname Su among them."
"What?" Yuji Itadori didn't hear clearly.