"Asakura-kun!"
Just as Asakura felt sowhat helpless and was about to risk backlash to use [Scale] to interrupt the maintenance of [Candle], Nukumizu Kazuhiko's voice ca from outside the convenience store.
"Nukumizu Kazuhiko... Didn't I tell you to go back quickly..."
"There was a small accident..."
Nukumizu Kazuhiko looked at Asakura in surprise, or more precisely, at his hair: "Asakura-kun, your hair?"
Originally, Asakura's hair was a perfectly normal pure black, but now, even under the firelight, Nukumizu Kazuhiko could confirm that his hair color had completely disappeared, turning into a sowhat sickly white.
"The Magic power consumption is a bit too abnormal... More importantly, you'd better stay further away for now; I'm having trouble concentrating..."
"I think Asakura-kun needs this now."
"What?"
Asakura finally looked up, and then saw a dark shadow flying towards him.
He subconsciously reached out to catch it, and found that it was the Sorting Hat, which he had put in his hiking backpack and thought he had lost.
"You're quite a ss."
The Sorting Hat said: "Dumbledore at a hundred and fifteen didn't look as weak as you do."
"So he looked weaker than when he was a hundred and sixteen?"
"No, he died then."
"The fact that you can still make sarcastic remarks ans my Magic isn't as bad as all that, right?"
"It's actually quite awful. The Magic I'm using to speak right now is borrowed from the snake in that kid's bag. Are you sure you don't want to put on right away?"
"Rather than that, I think there's a better use."
Indeed, wearing the Sorting Hat could make Asakura's currently muddled brain clearer and sustain his current state for longer.
But that alone wouldn't solve the problem.
So Asakura directly plunged his hand into the hat.
"Ouch! Who uses a hat like that?!"
The Sorting Hat yelled.
"Now there is."
Asakura activated the Sword in the Hat, drawing a dagger shaped like Harry Potter's lightning bolt scar from the Sorting Hat.
"It's not the Gryffindor's sword,"
The Sorting Hat paused, quite human-like, then muttered, "What is this thing?"
"Rule Breaker."
Asakura said.
Rule Breaker… though in the era Asakura transmigrated from, it was apparently called the Rule Breaker, dea's Noble Phantasm from a certain Type Moon World, with the effect of breaking various Magic and contracts, as its na suggested.
Of course, Asakura didn't have the genuine article in his hand. What he pulled from the Sorting Hat was just the Gryffindor's sword with the appearance of Rule Breaker.
Well, actually, he, who originally believed in 'bigger is better,' had wanted to pull out a Ryumon Hozukimaru or a Nanatsusaya, but he simply didn't have enough Magic, so he could only settle for sothing smaller.
But it didn't matter. The Gryffindor's sword itself was a weapon of considerable standing. Although it couldn't be definitively defined as a divine artifact or anything, this item was a weapon personally forged by the King of Fairies, capable of repelling impurities and absorbing substances with mystical properties.
But besides that, in the original work, it also had the effect of resisting most Magic—such as the Fiendfyre Curse and the Geminio Curse.
Asakura took a deep breath.
He felt as if his internal organs, flesh, and bones were being hollowed out. At this mont, Magic was like a spoon, scooping out his brain, making his head ache terribly. Just maintaining the ability to stand was already exhausting all his strength.
This was very abnormal. The consumption of Magic was terrifyingly large. If a Magic rampage was always like this, Gokou would never have been able to hold on until he was rescued.
He could almost certainly conclude that sothing he didn't understand had gone wrong during the [Candle] rampage. Besides those Yamanokemono, it might have burned sothing else… Or perhaps, if nothing went wrong, it wouldn't count as a rampage?
"Stop it, ahhhhh—!"
The next mont, Asakura fiercely swung the Rule Breaker in his hand towards the void in front of him.
Although there was nothing in front of him, at the mont of the swing, the dagger in Asakura's hand indeed had the sensation of 'hitting sothing.'
The rampage of the [Candle] stopped instantly, and the raging fire outside also disappeared abruptly. Furthermore, the vegetation was completely unaffected by the flas, even giving the illusion that the fire had never existed.
Before he could be happy about it, Asakura felt as if a large mass of cold, sticky internal organs had been suddenly shoved into his chest, and a sickening sll of blood and a sense of suffocation surged up.
Already quite weak, he couldn't catch his breath, and his vision went black as he directly fainted.
"Asakura-kun?!"
Nukumizu Kazuhiko was startled, looking at the suddenly collapsed Asakura sowhat at a loss.
"Don't worry… saying that seems a bit wrong, a little worry is fine. This guy's Magic is completely overdrawn. If it's not replenished in ti… Anyway, take him back first."
The Sorting Hat, which Asakura had casually dropped on the ground and almost been crushed by when he fell, said in a muffled voice.
"Alright."
Nukumizu Kazuhiko hurried forward, avoiding a charred object, probably a human corpse, not far from Asakura, intending to lift Asakura onto his back.
As for the charred object, and a pile of people lying haphazardly in the corner who seed only to have fainted, Nukumizu Kazuhiko had no intention of asking about them.
After all, although not yet to the point of utilitarianism, Nukumizu Kazuhiko always preferred to place himself in the position of an observer.
He believed that 'Asakura Takuma' was a trustworthy person, so he would not object to the other party's thods of handling things.
After all, in his eyes, 'Asakura-kun' was a professional, and for him to question his work would undoubtedly be a ridiculous act of 'an amateur guiding an expert.'
"Are you planning to carry him all the way back from here?"
The Sorting Hat asked.
"If it's a bridal carry… I guess I'm still a bit psychologically resistant…"
Nukumizu Kazuhiko answered honestly.
"No, what I an is, can't you just let that snake swallow him, and then you take the snake directly back?"
"…Ah, that's right."
Recalling that Napoleon had also swallowed that pink-haired girl before, Nukumizu Kazuhiko suddenly understood, placing his single-shoulder bag on the ground and unzipping it, letting the golem snake Napoleon out.
Nukumizu Kazuhiko didn't know if it was his illusion, but although a snake's face couldn't possibly show expressions, when Napoleon swallowed Asakura Takuma, he felt that Napoleon was inexplicably in a good mood, as if it had wanted to taste Asakura-kun for a long ti but had never succeeded, and today it finally got its wish…
It must just be an illusion.
Nukumizu Kazuhiko nodded, picked up his single-shoulder bag again, and prepared to go down the mountain.
"Hey, don't forget !"
The Sorting Hat, still on the ground, shouted.
"Sorry, sorry…"
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