Princess Fischl

Chapter 38

There was a deathly silence at the meeting place with the guests from Kyoto College, no one could have expected that right before their eyes someone would dare to hit the Strongest. Even Maki Zenin, who knew what her new friend was preparing for, did not expect her words to come true so quickly. The gazes of those present darted between the pleased blonde, who was flashing her golden eye in front of everyone, and the place where Satoru Gojou had been blown away by his blow. True, the silence did not last that long. Having allowed those around him to stew in his thoughts for literally a few seconds, which is quite a lot for a shaman's developed brain, with a roar the mage who had just received a blow to the nose sent his student kissing the ground with a slap on the back of the head, creating a crater a couple of meters in size.

- Is it really possible to hit your brother in public, and a teacher at that? - Satoru said with a smile on his face, simultaneously repairing his broken nose with a reverse technique. - And anyway, if you wanted to hit someone, you should have hit that old…

Without letting the mage finish, the absolutely whole girl, covered in lightning bolts, immediately dealt an uppercut to her half-brother from the ground, and again the gazes of the bewildered mages looked at the flight of the Strongest.

- You shouldn't have lied to me. I wouldn't have told anyone anything extra anyway! - I screamed in righteous anger, flashing a golden geo shield, which absorbed the entire force of Satoru's slap on the back of the head.

- However, even though they didn't believe you, you immediately blabbed to Nobare and Fushiguro. - the absolutely whole mage appeared in front of me again, this time, and immediately sent me flying with a kick.

Dripping with cold sweat, the shamans watched as the two anomalies playfully dealt blows to each other that would have ended, if not in death, then at least in serious injuries, and only Utahime, who was most familiar with Satoru Gojo during his training, saw something very familiar in what was happening.

- He behaves with her like with Geto Suguru, before the incident with the vessel of star plasma, when they were almost equal. - the girl said in shock.

- Geto is the madman who wanted to destroy all non-magicians and organized a night parade of a thousand demons? - Nishimiya Momo asked her mentor uncertainly, turning away from the brawl that had already become completely childish.

- Yes. And if Satoru really recognizes her as an equal, then I'm afraid we will lose again this year. - Utahime answered with a heavy sigh.

- We are not weak either, and I am sure that sister will let her friends have some fun before interfering. - Todo Aoi said without losing heart at all, it even seemed as if he was proud of his rival, as he would be proud of his own sister.

- When did you become so close that you call her sister? - Mai Zenin was indignant.

- At our last meeting, I had the honor of recognizing in her a true connoisseur of beauty, not like that boring Fushiguro Megumi. - the big guy explained enthusiastically, before grimacing at the end, and since he spoke loudly, the mentioned magician also hissed irritably.

- Satoru! Fischl! Stop this mess immediately! - the angry director of the Tokyo Magic College appeared, who immediately went to separate the fighting couple, but in vain he came too close.

- Don't interfere! - Gojo and I answered in unison, knocking the director out to the sound of shock.

- Oh. - I was scared of my own actions, after all, even though it seemed like Satoru and I were messing around, we were beating him up without sparing our strength. Although I must admit, the director got what he wanted, the fight stopped.

- Um... Fischl, please patch him up. - Satoru said awkwardly to Gojo, it seemed he was still ashamed that he had forgotten himself so much.

- Y-yes, right now. - Having answered, I ran up to the unconscious director, who, apparently, had all his teeth knocked out, which, by a lucky chance, did not hit him in the throat, but were scattered on the ground. Having reached the director, I immediately used the healing I had practiced perfectly, and literally before my eyes, the director's face began to return to normal and even grew new, healthier, dazzlingly white teeth.

- W-what happened? - Yaga Masamichi groaned as he came to.

- Aaa well... you know... - I absolutely didn't know how to answer such a question, but someone else did it for me. At one point, having appeared next to me at an invisible speed, having seated me in a perfect dogeza bow, and then repeating it himself, Satoru shouted.

- We apologize!

I didn't quite have time to comprehend what was happening, but I decided to leave everything to the teacher and, raising my head for a moment, also apologized and bowed again.

- They've gone completely wild with you, Yaga, the girl should be removed from the exchange. - an old voice was heard behind us and immediately after his words, an incredible pressure descended on the surrounding space.

- If I am removed from the exchange, you will not like the consequences, old man. - I said threateningly. After so much training under the pressure of an aura that can terrify even a special rank curse, I myself have acquired a weaker, but incredibly heavy aura.

- Calm down, Fischl, this time I forgive you, but I can't leave you without punishment, so 70% will be withheld from your next payment. - Our director said calmly, seeing how the old man, who, although a first-rank mage, still belonged to the support category, and not a fighter, was sweating profusely.

- Thank you, director. - I immediately calmed down and bowed again. Before finally getting to my feet.

- And with you, Satoru, we will talk later. - Yaga looked at his problematic student with a stern look.