Chapter 13: Kenmei Isayama's Friends

"The curse spirits can never be killed..."

This is the consensus of all magicians

As long as the deception, killing, malice, and negative emotions among humans still exist, these horrific monsters will not disappear, but will increase in number.

They are simply more disgusting than viruses and bacteria, multiply quickly and are more destructive. They have become a part of human society, so many that if divided among one human being, the number could reach twenty to thirty.

"But it doesn't matter."

A pale lizard-like magic spirit was entrenched on the basket. It was lazily one second, but the next second it was smashed to pieces by the orange beam. The pale fragments melted into a black light spot and was absorbed. .

"I'll kill every one I see!"

[Absorb spell power, points +6]

"Boom."

The orange-yellow object retained its power and still bounced high into the air after touching the ground.

That was not a beam of light at all, but a basketball that bounced high due to a violent dunk!

The whole person in uniform No. 11 hung on the basket, and the basketball fell aside. Everyone in the audience was stunned by his performance just now.

The guy nimbly broke through the three defenders like he was playing, and faced an opponent who jumped from the ground to prevent him from shooting, using his body and outstretched arms as the last line of defense.

Immediately facing the opponent's defense, he also jumped from the ground, directly over the opponent's head. In the opponent's fearful eyes, the ball passed directly above his head and he launched a violent dunk, blasting the basketball into the basket. .

"The leader of an army was detained by Yan...?"

"Oh my God, he's over two meters tall. He must be a monster."

"call"

The guy hanging on the basket gasped slightly and then let go and landed firmly on the ground. He helped up his opponent who was lying on the ground with a shocked look on his face.

"Xian Ming, what did you do if you didn't come to school during this period?"

"Why are you so strong and unreasonable..."

Just now, the No. 11 player who showed a shocking and violent aesthetic on the court is Isayama Norimei. At the moment, he is wiping the sweat from his face with his uniform rolled up around his abdomen.

"Minister, I'm still far behind."

Hearing this, Isayama Nomei just smiled and replied

"As agreed, I won."

"Minister, you can retire me."

The head of the basketball department showed an unwilling look on his face and opened his mouth to try to retain him.

"Xian Ming, you."

But a promise is a promise

"I see."

Yes, the purpose of holding this basketball game is because Isayama Norimei proposed to withdraw from the basketball club.

Isayama Norimei cleared away all the cursed spirits in the entire Aoyama Academy in the morning, and went to do his own personal business in the afternoon.

Isayama Norimei is a former member of the Aoyama Academy Basketball Club and a regular candidate for the competition. Apart from his physical shortcomings, he is impeccable in ball control, defense and offense.

Although due to various reasons, Isayama Norimei often absented himself from the basketball club's training and did not participate in games for no reason, which ruined his reputation, his withdrawal from the club is still a huge loss.

Therefore, the head of the basketball department put forward harsh requirements and asked Isayama Norimei to lead the members of the second army to compete with the main players of the first army. The results are obvious now.

[70:65] The score is 70 points, of which Isayama Norimei's goal scored nearly 52 points. It is simply a one-man show.

Without training, he was even better than before, as if he was completely transformed.

What everyone in the basketball club didn't know was that Isayama Norimei's shortcomings in physical strength had been made up for by the system's bonus points. His intelligence of up to 9 points had improved his ball-handling skills by several levels. He was simply a monster.

"Thank you for your continued care."

Isayama Norimei took off the No. 11 jersey that represented his identity and handed it to the minister. After bowing to his teammates who had fought side by side with equally complex expressions, he took one last look and left him. The place where I trained for a year.

"Let's play together again if we have a chance in the future."

Isayama Nomei understands that by retreating, he is saying goodbye to the past.

Instead of dragging them to occupy the main position, it is better to give the opportunity to the juniors in the second army. Only qualified seniors know how to give way.

Isayama Norimei was buttoning up his white shirt. When he walked out of the basketball hall door, he suddenly heard a cold voice.

"Why did you give up basketball?"

Isayama Nomei stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

She is a girl who has her long, silky gray hair tied up into a high ponytail. She has a very beautiful face. Unlike the image in Isayama Nomei's memory, where she always wore a white coat, she took off her glasses this time. , wearing a daily disposable look.

The girl's figure is quite hot, and she has the strength to rival her peers. Her fair and plump skin is visible under her fluttering skirt. She wears white calf socks and has perfect leg curves. The most important thing is that the serious Aoyama Academy uniform looks both intellectual and astringent on her body.

"Futaba?"

"Hey, hey, Xianming, why do you only notice Futaba?"

"Obviously there is still me."

Only then did Isayama Nomei realize that there was a short brown-haired guy wearing the same men's white shirt as Isayama Nomei standing next to the girl. He could only be said to be an average boy in height. He said with a hint of resentment in his voice.

"Sorry, that's because Sakuta is so inconspicuous."

"Heh, go on."

The brown-haired boy rolled his eyes at Kenmei Isayama and immediately threw the sports drink in his hand over.

"Thanks, Sakuta."

Kenmei Isayama unscrewed the bottle cap without hesitation and drank almost all the water in one breath.

"Don't thank me, Futaba bought it, I'm just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

"Just talk about unnecessary things"

When the girl, who was called Futaba by the two, heard this, a blush flashed across her face as if it were an illusion, and she immediately returned to normal

The brown-haired boy glanced at the girl next to him, whose eyes had gradually turned cold because of the information he had exposed

and sighed silently

"He is really an insincere guy."

When he heard that Kenmei Isayama was going to take the second substitute team to play against the first team of the basketball team, he was also quick and rushed over without stopping.

This insincere guy had arrived a long time ago and had put on makeup. She held a bottle of sports drink in her hand and did not go in. She just watched Kenmei play basketball silently at the door frame of the entrance.

"Thank you, Futaba, I like this taste the most."

Hearing Isayama Kenmei's thanks, Futaba couldn't help but smile, but she still said in a stiff tone

"You're welcome, this is not the place to talk."

Futaba Rio hugged her arms

"Let's go to another place."