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The Strongest Sorcerer, Chapter 65: Adashino Benio

Magano.

Miura Yumiko sat trembling on the ground, tear streaks visible at the corners of her eyes.

Just a few minutes ago, she had gone to buy drinks for Hayama Hayato.

But as soon as the drink dropped from the vending machine, she had heard a strange noise surrounding her.

Her vision went black, and then white again—when she could see once more, she had found herself in a bizarre world.

Upon arriving in Magano, she hadn't even had the chance to look around before she was suddenly attacked by a humanoid Kegare that had appeared out of nowhere.

Fortunately, Yumiko had always been physically strong.

By taking detours and running strategically, she had successfully shaken off the Kegare.

Still consumed by fear, she had carefully observed her surroundings.

But just as she reached an open clearing, a giant weasel-like Kegare had burst out of the ground.

Already terrified, Yumiko had been so paralyzed with fear that she couldn’t even move.

Just as she was about to be devoured, a masked girl wearing a fox mask had suddenly descended from the sky.

With twin blades in hand, the girl had swiftly slashed through the Kegare, purifying it.

A radiant pentagram had flashed in midair.

While Yumiko had been relieved that she had been saved, dozens more weasel-like Kegare had suddenly emerged from the ground.

The creatures completely surrounded them, forming a tight circle that left the two girls trapped in the middle.

After eliminating a Kegare, the masked girl leaped off the body of another one, landing next to Miura Yumiko.

Hurrying, she said:

“I’ll clear a path for you. The moment I do, run straight ahead and don’t stop. I’ll come find you later.”

“But what about you?” Yumiko asked anxiously.

“Forget about me.”

Without waiting for a response, the girl rushed back into battle.

Watching her back, Yumiko bit her lip, feeling deeply conflicted.

She was never the type of person who would abandon someone else just to save herself. She was better than that.

But if she stayed here, she was constantly at risk of dying, and worse, she might end up being a burden to the girl trying to protect her.

The girl’s eyes sharpened, and she focused her spiritual energy, channeling it into her body and twin blades.

"Dance of the Full Moon Equinox."

In an instant, her figure became a blur, and the flickering light of her blades shimmered across the Kegare's bodies.

“Go!” she shouted.

The bodies of several weasel-like Kegare froze for a moment—then exploded into pentagrams.

Seeing the now-cleared path, Yumiko wiped her tears away and bolted forward.

Some Kegare attempted to chase after her, but the girl quickly blocked them.

Finally, Yumiko made it out.

Even after escaping, she glanced back in concern, watching the girl continue fighting.

She wanted to help—but she knew she would only get in the way.

So, gritting her teeth, she kept running.

Tears fell from her face, leaving a trail in the air.

BAM!

After running less than fifty meters, she suddenly crashed into someone’s chest.

Rubbing her sore forehead, Yumiko looked up in confusion.

“You… Who are you?”

“Huh? Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me? We’ve met before, haven’t we? And if I recall correctly, you’re in Shizuka’s class, right? So… what’s with suddenly throwing yourself into your teacher’s arms?”

Gojo Satoru teased.

Yumiko blinked, still dazed.

Then, realizing something, she quickly grabbed Gojo’s arm, her voice urgent.

"Sensei, please save her!"

"Save her? Save who?"

"The one who saved me!"

"And what exactly do you mean by me saving your savior?"

"I… I…"

Seeing how frantic she was, Gojo stopped messing around.

Instead, he ruffled her golden hair and gently reassured her.

“Leave it to me.”

He let go of her hand and walked forward.

Yumiko stared blankly at his tall, unwavering back before suddenly realizing—

Wait, what am I doing?!

Sensei is just an ordinary person!

Quickly, she turned to grab him.

Meanwhile.

The masked girl let out a heavy breath.

She was getting exhausted.

After spending the entire train ride to Tokyo unable to properly rest, she had now been fighting non-stop since her arrival.

Both her stamina and mental focus were nearing their limit.

Watching the swarming Kegare still poised to attack, she debated whether she should run as well.

“You look exhausted, huh, Benio?”

A calm male voice suddenly spoke.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure appearing beside her. She quickly turned.

"You… are?"

Her voice hesitated.

But deep down, she had a vague suspicion.

This outfit… This appearance…

Could he be…?

“I’m your future teacher.”

Gojo Satoru grinned.

BOOM!

A wave of blood erupted into the air.

The dozens of weasel-like Kegare didn’t even have time to scream before they were obliterated, their bodies instantly reduced to pentagrams.

The dark purple blood staining the ground was the only proof that they had even existed.

[Limitless Technique].

Benio’s eyes widened in shock.

She hadn’t even seen what he did—yet all of the Kegare had instantly exploded.

“…Are you Gojo-sama?”

Her voice carried a trace of certainty.

Hearing her formal address, Gojo shook his head and said:

“Just call me Gojo-sensei from now on, Benio.”

Gojo-sensei?

Benio looked puzzled.

Raising an eyebrow, Gojo tilted his head and asked in confusion:

“Huh? Didn’t Arima tell you? From now on, I’m your teacher.”

“Go on, let’s hear you say it once—‘Gojo-sensei.’

His mischievous smile made him look like a sketchy old man trying to kidnap a child.

But Benio didn’t hesitate.

She nodded firmly.

“…Understood, Gojo-sensei.”

Her heart burned with determination.

If she had the strongest Onmyoji as her teacher—

Then one day, she would definitely become strong enough to find and destroy that Kegare.

The one that had taken away her parents.

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(Note: The story of Twin Star Exorcists is now unfolding. Soon, Blue Exorcist and Chainsaw Man will also begin. Also note that all the protagonists in this story are 16 or older and in high school)


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