Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

According to records, no one has survived after being stabbed by the [arrow].

Kira Nanami is the only exception.

Fifteen years ago, when he was a student, during that hot summer vacation, he was selected by 【Arrow】, the arrow that fell from the sky pierced his body, and since that day, a big cat came to him.

He has been hunting for arrows ever since.

In his future career as a conjurer, he finally understood that 15 years ago, there was a riot at the Conjuration High School in Kyoto Prefecture, and the [arrow] that stabbed him at that time escaped at that time, and is now sealed in the In the Shefo Pavilion.

Kira Nanami stroked the arrow handle with a cold light, her thoughts fluctuated.

The rain outside is getting heavier. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Kira Nanami can faintly hear the sound of the wheels rolling on the puddle, and they can hear their conversation, getting closer...

Those spells should have dealt with the follow-up of the cursed plague, and they have probably reached the foot of the school by now.

Kira Nanami's face remained unchanged, he had already made complete preparations.

The Killer Queen appeared from behind him, her slender figure covered most of the candlelight, through the shadow on the wall.It can be seen raising its left hand and removing something from the back of it.

A small blue chariot.

Kira Nanami tied the arrow to the back of the car with the withering heart attack, and fixed it firmly with magic power.Walking out of the Buddha Pavilion, the rain hit his face, and the cold wind was still so chilling.

Across the atrium tens of meters away, the exclamations of the sorcerers could be heard.

"What happened?"

"The pavilion...how did the pavilion be destroyed?!"

"Principal, it's the principal...Principal, hold on!"

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was attracted by the headmaster of Leyan Temple who was lying on the ground, and he was in a hurry to treat him, Kira Nanami walked around the yard, around the layers of attics, and stepped up to the courtyard covered with ginkgo leaves. The steps came to the top of the mountain.

The cold wind blows on the mountain, and there is a [-]-meter abyss at the foot. Although there are clouds and mists hidden in the mountain, they are dark clouds, not fairy-like, but gloomy. Even the pines and cypresses on the top are struggling in the rain.

Kira Nanami stood in front of the cliff, facing the abyss below, facing the other side of the mountain, and dropped the withering heart attack in her hand.

The small chariot was drawing a blue arc, and the big skull eyes looked at Kira innocently in the air, and fell miserably to the bottom of the cliff.

Pa-ta-a dull sound came from below, mixed with the sound of the continuous rain, mourning for a long time.

As mentioned above, the mana fluctuations of the withering attack are very weak and difficult to detect.And its defense is extremely strong, almost impossible to be destroyed.

So falling from such a high cliff will not have much impact, at most there are a few cracks on the shell.

It was very difficult for Kira Nanami to control the withering heart-piercing attack. It was okay to let it sneak into the hall last time. This time, it took such a conspicuous target as [Arrow] and passed in front of so many first-level conjurers. above is impossible.

Fortunately, Kira Nanami can recycle it. Once the recycling command is sent, it will automatically return to Kira Nanami.

So Kira Nanami's plan this time is to throw it and the arrow down the mountain first, and let it come back with the arrow after he returns to a safe place and the wind dies down.

Kira Nanami couldn't bear to throw down the withering heart-piercing attack, because it was connected to her left hand after all, and if it was hurt, her left hand would also be hurt.

There were a few cracks on the nails of his left hand... He looked at his nails with some distress.

It's all because the withering heart-piercing attack is no longer stronger... He thought to himself, looking at the scenery under the cliff.

The wind and rain were pouring down, and the wheat fields that stretched for several miles fell one after another. The dark yellow ears of wheat lay miserably in the wet soil, like thousands of corpses buried in graves.The color at the bottom of the mountain is brown, which is the color of dead wheat. The color of the mountainside is dark black. Gloomy clouds pile up on the mountainside, but the top of the mountain is silvery white. Those desolate silver rain lines pour on the top of the mountain. , poured on Kira Nanami's body.

Obviously the world is pouring cats and dogs, but Kira Nanami sighed softly:

"What a beautiful day."

He turned and went down the hill.

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A few days later, the sky cleared.

The sun shone on the riddled earth again, so the golden sunlight killed the microorganisms, and the fungi that grew in the dark corners died one after another.

On July 7, the suicide rate in the Kyoto area plummeted by three percentage points, and many homicides were uncovered.

On July 7th, the line account 'Taiguang' was deciphered, and several missing policemen were rescued.

On July 7th, the serial corpse hiding case was solved, and the suspect voluntarily surrendered, saying that he was dazzled by hatred at that time...

On the same day, suicide and crime rates returned to normal.A number of terrorist organizations were wiped out by the Self-Defense Forces. They have created many terrorist attacks in the past ten days.

July 7th, morning, seven o'clock in the morning.

"morning, morning, morning, Kyoto video!"

"Good morning."

"I'm your good neighbor Kai Harada. It's a sunny morning. Let's start a good day with this song."

Kira Nanami brewed another cup of hot cocoa for herself, and the warm water was steaming.

The golden sunlight flowed into the room along the light blue window lattice, and accumulated a shallow layer on the clear tiles. ——The tiles reflect the sunlight and look like puddles of sunlight.

A golden arrow lay quietly on the table.

Through the testimony of good [gong] brother [ju] brother [ren] Aoi Todo, the senior management of the college believes that Kira Nanami is not suspected.

Even, they greatly praised Kira Nanami's heroic deed, especially the headmaster Rakuganji was very grateful to him for saving his life....

In view of Kira Nanami's performance in defeating the super curser, the academy recommended him to participate in the assessment of the super curser, but was rejected by Kira Nanami himself.

"What I do is for the peace of Kyoto and for justice. Not for honor and power." He declared.

In fact, I want to work less.

This has deepened the high-level's favor towards him to a certain extent. This spirit of doing good deeds without leaving a name and silently giving without asking for anything in return is commendable, so he retained the qualifications for the assessment and officially appointed him as a quasi-superior magician .

Kira Nanami finished her last sip of hot cocoa, put down her cup, turned off the radio, and opened the window.

The sun has long since come out, warming the body, the sky has cleared, and people living in small houses and indoors have returned to the streets, crowds gather in the square, and in the park with the fragrance of flowers, old people and children laugh loudly.

The air after the heavy rain is exceptionally clear, and the streets are also very clean after several days of rain.

After the heavy rain washes everything away, and the sun rises as usual.

For Kira Nanami, for everyone.

This is happiness.

If you ask about the experience of these ten days, everyone will answer like this:

"It was a day like a dream."

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eight o'clock.

Kira Nanami closed the curtains, and the gray shadow covered his face again. Facing the darkness, he said to himself:

"It's time for the last shift, and we must do what we say."

In the living room, a pair of light blue eyes narrowed slightly, with a calm face:

"I'm here to get your things, Hasegawa Kaede."

Chapter 22 The Peaceful Life of Ordinary Office Workers [-] words

three days ago.

Hasegawa Kaede's soul was swimming in the wind, one soul and the other, like two minnows swimming in the ocean.

Swimming through the thousands of waters and mountains, the continuous wheat fields, and the endless traffic, like a puffer fish going back, I finally returned to my hometown.

It was a dark basement.

The candlelight was dim, and damp moss climbed up the moldy wallpaper, and there was a barrier in front of the door, which blocked all eyes from the outside world, and people could not observe it.

And in the very center of the basement lay a huge crystal coffin, with pure white carnations on the bottom of the coffin.

On the sea of ​​flowers, lay a girl with long silver hair. She had delicate features and a peaceful face. Her plain white hands were folded on her lower abdomen.

Lying in a crystal coffin as if asleep, like a doll sealed in a window.

Everything was so peaceful until she suddenly opened her blood-red pupils.

"what!!!"

The girl's screams of pain echoed through the empty basement.

The awakened girl smashed the crystal coffin lid, her expression twisted, her beautiful eyebrows twisted together, and the pain was too great, she tore at her hair, strands of white hair were torn off by her.

"Kira... Nanami, Kira Nanami!"

Ordinary people can't understand the pain of a broken soul. Her fingernails sank deeply into her flesh, blood gushed out, and her pupils trembled violently:

"Kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you..."

The next day.

The remaining rain subsided slightly, falling on the streets of Kyoto bit by bit, but the sun had already come out.

Jun Handa glanced at his watch, secretly thinking that he was going to be late again.

He is an ordinary office worker, working hard every day, just to support his family. The recent heavy rain and various sudden terrorist attacks have made everyone nervous. Naturally including his boss.

Not long ago, he was scolded by his sensitive boss for being late.

In order to make a living, he chose to be patient, but today he must not be late.

Recently, his mood is also very unstable. Once he is targeted by the boss, he doesn't know what he will do.

Already missing the bus, he propped his briefcase on top of his head as he trotted along the puddle-filled streets.

After passing a corner of the street, his footsteps suddenly slowed down, getting slower and slower... Then he collapsed into the puddle, splashing waves of bloody water.

"Office workers, what I hate the most are office workers..."

Hase Chuanfeng, perhaps it is more appropriate to call her Hasegawa Feng.

Hase Kaede's bare feet stepped hard on Handa Jun's head, his face sank into the floor, and blood flowed out along the broken stone slab.

"What a disgusting soul, lifeless."

The slender fingers pierced into Ban Tianchun's brain, and took out something, but it seemed like nothing was taken out.She licked her fingers, and water dripped down the corner of her mouth and onto the ground.

"Hmm..." She blushed a little.