I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Aiwass's tone is strange.

It gave him the feeling that he had given him before the end of the bid.

"Then move everything forward. What should be destroyed in the first place, how about giving it to her."

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Taking Index back to the three cafeterias one after another, standing at the door of the fourth one, Kamijou Touma swallowed his saliva.

After spending all of his wealth, he collected enough money for the two of them, but the wallet became more and more bulging.

The owners of every restaurant ended up crying with the same expression - 'Uncle, please, take this nun to another restaurant, can I pay for the travel and admission tickets'.

Kamijou Touma pursed his lips bitterly.

It always felt that in a few days, these restaurants in the seventh school district would put up notices, refusing me and Index to enter.

People who don't know still think they have done something wrong.

"Touma! Touma! What does this place sell!" Index looked happy.It's been a long time since she was full, but even if she was full, she still felt like she could eat another round.

"Seafood...probably."

"Seafood!" The little nun exclaimed. "Touma! Let's get started."

"Wait a minute." Kamijou Touma stopped Index, and he saw a familiar figure.

Index saw it too.

"It's a nice guy with black hair!"

The smell of brown bread came to her mind automatically.

"Kanina!" Index greeted Kurumi.

"Ah?" Kurumi was stunned. To be honest, she didn't expect Index to remember her name. There was only 'Touma Touma' in this guy's little head, but what the hell is Kanina.

"Tokisaki-senpai." Kamijou Touma looked at Kurumi gratefully.

"Why call me Kanina?" Kurumi leaned forward and grabbed the little nun's face, which was soft, like cotton candy.

"The good brunette gave me the bread last time, it's called Kanina's artisan bread! So isn't the black hair Kanina?" Index's eyes sparkled.

"..." Kurumi sighed.

She took out a piece of golden bread and hung it in front of Index.

"Hey, do you want to eat?"

Gumbling—

Index swallowed.

"What's my name?" Kuang San narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand little by little. The little nun was teary-eyed, but after all, he was half a head shorter than Kuang San, there was nothing he could do.

"Tokisaki Kusan!" Index gave the answer.

"It's so nice." Kurumi touched Index's cheek and handed over the bread.

"Brunette is such a nice guy!"

"..." Kurumi fell silent, but better than Kanina anyway.

"Sorry, Tokisaki-senpai." Kamijou Touma showed an apologetic smile, but he quickly noticed Kurumi's left hand, with a peach-colored bandage wrapped around the back of his wrist.

"Tokisaki-senpai... What's the matter?" He looked worried, there was nothing he could do, he was such a bad guy.

"It's nothing~" Kurumi smiled and put his hands behind his back.

For some reason, Kamijou Touma always felt that it would be very dangerous if he continued to ask questions.

"Speaking of which, those two magicians should be looking for you in three days." Kurumi smiled brightly, and what he said made Kamijou Touma's heart shudder.

"Three days..."

"But don't worry too much, they're not bad people either."

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Covering his chest, Yubiao Danxi got on the tram back to School District [-].

The psychological factor has a great influence on the use of the ability, and it is precisely because of the shadow of her inner miscalculation of spatial movement that she did not become the eighth superpower before.Today, it is impossible for her to return to the dormitory by her ability.

Tanuki Yuki, who is wearing the winter uniform of Kiriyama Women's Academy, is still quite eye-catching.

The slender and graceful curves make the upper circumference of the uniform bulge, coupled with the short miniskirt, it really makes people wonder if she is tempting people on purpose.

In the past, she would not have cared about this at all, but today is a little different.

Covering her skirt and chest, Yubiao Danxi silently sat in the far corner seat of the tram.

She investigated, that guy named Tokisaki Kurumi, almost never made a tram.

"Yo~ What a coincidence." The girl who was sitting in front of Jiebiao Danxi, looking at the newspaper, turned her head back, revealing a golden and red eye.

She lowered her hands, wrapped in circles of peach-colored bandages.

"Um-" Jiubiao Danxi grimaced, whimpering as if she was crying.