About me taking the guild through time as a hunter

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☆ 65. My teacher is not an idiot.

My teacher is not an idiot.

April 1, 2017.

Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic, inside the stadium.

Only half of the long registration queue at the entrance was left, but they did not leave immediately. Instead, they came to the stadium of the High School one after another and looked at the gun-wielding girl and knife-wielding boy standing against each other on the stadium grass, talking quietly.

"Is that the one from the Chanyuan family?"

"It should be so. As a girl, she has almost no magic power and she still wants to show off. It's really pitiful." "

Where's the young man in white clothes? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. I haven't seen him at the New Year's party. He should be a common magician, or a distant relative of someone."

A third voice joined the topic: "No, there is another possibility."

"Huh?"

"It's the tenth year of last year when Lord Gojo In January, the boy who was brought back from the gate of hell."

"Then?! But the one who was possessed by the special cursed spirit Qimoto Rika? He is actually still alive?!"

"Don't show such an expression that you've seen a ghost, Gojo Being a master is not the type to take an ordinary path. By the way, I remember what the boy’s name was?

“The surname is Yigu. Yes, Yi Gu You Tai. "

Rumors floated to her ears in the wind. This was supposed to be a whisper that ordinary people could not distinguish.

But Maki, whose five senses were sharp due to the curse and the sky, heard it.

She clicked her tongue and decided to do it in the future. The training ground made those young men understand what a "poor girl" is.

But now, she has to concentrate on dealing with the one in front of her.

The sun is just right today, and the bright golden light of the morning is shining. The boy wearing an out-of-place white school uniform is there Opposite her, on the green grass, her body was even a bit eye-catching.

Her stance didn't look like she had been specially practiced, but there were no flaws. There were calluses on the hand holding the knife but it was not thick, indicating that she had not practiced for many years. .

He was obviously just a seemingly weak boy. If his eyes weren't so ruthless, Maki felt that she might have given him the title "Bean Sprout".

She glanced at the unsheathed weapon in Otoko Yuta's right hand. A tachi.

And it's left-handed. It's a rare type, and it's even more difficult to deal with.

"Do you use that sword?" "

You got famous on the first day of school. You won't be scolded by Principal Noctua, right? Sure enough, you still use the practice gun and wooden sword... - This is what Maki thinks in her heart.