Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 41: Learn to be beaten first in actual combat! (1/5)

“Gojo-kun, what are your plans before noon?”

When Gojo returned to the classroom and wondered alone, such a voice came from the seat next to him.

Morisaki brought a group of younger brothers and came to invite Gojo Satoru.

There was a crowd in a dark crowd.

“Uh……”

The first day of class is just a meeting with the teacher in the classroom.

After talking about the content and rules of the course for this school year, the teacher left.

Although it is time to eat.

But now middle and high schools have no habit of eating in the classroom.

Although waterproof and dustproof features have been improved, desktop computers are still sophisticated machines.

If you accidentally spill the soup, there is no guarantee that it will not lead to a tragic end.

When eating…

Either go to the restaurant, go to the atrium, the roof or the social office, or just find a suitable place.

Unfortunately, the restaurant will not open for more than an hour.

So… Morisaki’s purpose…

“I originally wanted to stay here and read… OK, I’ll accompany you.”

Morisaki’s originally happy eyes were slightly disappointed by Gojo Satoru’s first sentence.

To Morisaki’s very understandable expression, Gojo-san glanced at the gathered classmates, smiled wryly, and nodded.

[Actually, I want to stay here, chat with the two little beauties, and sprinkle dog food…][But on the first day of school, let’s take part in the group activities among boys! ]

“So, where are we going to see?” Wujo Wu stood up generously, and the time just now was enough for him to calm down the chicken.

“What about you, where do you want to go?”

“…”

“Oh… still want to go to the arena?”

“We want to learn magic combat!”

“You were so handsome yesterday, be sure to teach us, thank you!”

“Oh, I can train you guys, but it will hurt a bit!”

Hearing this, Gojo showed a cruel smile.

[I’m just in a panic. It’s good to have sandbags to practice my hands, so I can vent. ]

Yesterday, after [Wujiowu] left, [Ten Written Keren], as a temporary teacher, took the students of the third year of high school to do practical training.

That mighty and handsome appearance can make this group of jokers greedy!

Today, I went straight to [Wujiaowu] to train them.

But they take it for granted, Mr. Gojo’s training is very devilish, and the training starts without magic.

Commonly known as “beaten”!

Get the most poisonous beating, practice the strongest martial arts!

You will not be beaten, how to beat others, pain is a man’s romance.

[What’s a magician who doesn’t know how to melee combat? Why don’t you learn life-saving skills such as Sanda first. ][Don’t look at me, that’s what my master taught me back then. In those days, I was covered in black spots and my face looked like a pig’s head every day…]

“what!”

“what!”

“Wujio-kun, you still have to practice Sanda, so let’s forget it.”

“We are magicians!”

“…”

Actually, it’s not their fault!

In the magic arena, a group of people are posing and practicing Sanda, which is really weird.

It’s normal for Morisaki and the others to feel ashamed.

But…the sandbags that I got can still run.

“Morizaki, what should you do if you encounter an enemy who can interfere with spellcasting, or if CAD is not around?” Mr. Gojo began to perform confidently.

“Can you cast spells without CAD?”

“Although you can only cast simple magic, but a [self-acceleration technique] teleports over and can hang ordinary people!”

“And what if they have guns?”

“Have a gun? It’s useless to play Sanda! It’s better to keep your distance and cast spells!

“That’s…but it’s also acceleration. A half-assed person who can only accelerate and a boxer who can accelerate, which one works better?”

“If you are also a magician, isn’t it a great advantage for you to play Sanda?”

“This…this is not the reason why we practice Sanda hard…I always think it’s better to spend this time practicing magic?”

Morisaki touched his head and spoke intermittently, his tone full of uncertainty.

“It’s physique, physique!”

Gojo Satoru stretched out a finger and said that.

“Nerve reaction speed, physical strength, willpower, physical strength, these are all things that magic can’t improve.”

“And these are what ordinary magicians often ignore.”

“Why do people like melee mage appear?”

“Why do you know magic and practice swordsmanship?”

“Have you thought about it?”

[And magic and martial arts, isn’t it handsome? ]

“It turns out that this is the case. We didn’t appreciate the painstaking efforts of Gojo-kun… I’m really ashamed!”

A group of people were successfully fooled.

“So, if you want to learn magic combat with me, you must first learn the actual combat of fist to flesh.”

“It’s not too late to learn to walk and then run. If you learn to fight, and add magic to assist yourself, then fighting is a very simple matter.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Morizaki, your mock battle yesterday was not an actual battle, it was just a simple release of magic.”

“Fighting requires brains. If you compare magic to a fist, you would be interrupted by me with a straight punch, then rushed over and knocked down with another straight punch.”

“This is for nothing. As a weak boxer, you should wait for an opportunity to avoid my attack, and at the same time seek a chance to give my weakness a slap in the face.”

“So that’s the case. You didn’t move yesterday. I should use my mobility to walk around and sneak attack on you…Is that what you mean?”

Morisaki’s hands snapped, and he suddenly realized that he had always been too stupid.

You should cut yourself off in minutes!

“right!”

“You understand this, so you didn’t fall for nothing yesterday.”

Gojo Satoru had a bright smile on his face, and his hands were itchy.

[I’m so happy, I’ll have another sandbag to beat later! ]

“You mean, should I practice more acceleration magic and attack magic, or should I make use of my strengths and avoid weaknesses?”

Morisaki became happier the more he thought about it, and seemed to have found his future development direction.

“Of course, I learned to be beaten first. If I learned to be beaten, wouldn’t it be possible to fight back?”

“Go, go to the arena, and fight!”

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and walked out of the back door of the classroom.

(Author: There are 4 more updates. The update will resume tomorrow. I’m a little tired. Let me rest for a while. I still owe 6400 words. Before 24 o’clock today, it will be completed! Don’t worry, everyone!)*