Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 6
Chapter 6: The Sound of Night is Cool
Her ancestors were very tiger-like with red hair and tiger-like red hair.
"Yayoi, I'm mom."
The sunshine flown on the windowsill was warm and bright, and the buds on the cherry blossom branches outside the window were soft and tender. The woman was holding a small baby, her cheek was gently pressed against the baby's soft face, and her voice was so gentle that it seemed like water was dripping out.
It was really not easy for him to deceive Yayoi seriously today. Suguru, who had been mentally tortured by the unconscious combination of Satoru and Yayoi in the past two days, thought so.
Curse was something that was mostly created by people's thoughts. Putting aside everything, left behind strong obsessions and negative emotions. As time went by, it would ferment. Once it broke out, the disaster it would cause was simply unpredictable.
Just let Satoru blast an ordinary curse with Limitless. This curse seemed to be a curse imposed by the Kawabata family on the Kawabata family. After a long period of fermentation and other curse distortions, the original appearance was no longer known.
At this time, all the sorcerers of the Kawabata family had died, and the only descendant was an ordinary person without cursed energy.
As for Yayoi, regarding the matter of her mother's family, whether it was Suguru who had been mentally tortured for such a long time, or Satoru who had been on the verge of 'beating up the little redhead', the two of them could be inferred that apart from the mother's surname before she got married, and the fact that the family's main business was 'Dancing Master', nothing was known about it.
Satoru turned his head, his pale blue eyes met Suguru's slender eyes, his gaze deep. Suguru immediately understood what this guy meant — since this girl was useless, let's get rid of her.
Suguru: "..."
You were still enjoying daifuku of others people.
Suguru, who felt the same deep meaning in the little redhead, smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the expression on Yayoi's face change.
*whooosh—*
Cold wind poured in from the opened window, and the white curtains were lifted.
When Satoru saw Yayoi, he didn't even have time to leave the door, so he climbed over the wall and went out. In an instant, only the fallen cherry blossoms were left in the courtyard.
Suguru was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, this little redhead was running so fast, did she belong to a car? What did she eat until grow this big?
Suguru didn't think much, he quickly summoned his cursed spirit, a transportation tool, grabbed Satoru and chased after her. Took the No. 11 bus... he was worried that he wouldn't be able to catch up with Yayoi. [1]
Yayoi's sudden change of expression made Suguru feel a very bad feeling in his heart. At first, it was surprise, then panic, anxiety, confuse, and worry all mixed together, Yayoi's expression couldn't be too obvious.
Yayoi didn't look like she could hide her expression.
Something happened.
Satoru pushed up the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "That little redhead felt it."
"What?" Suguru controlled the cursed spirit and looked at Satoru from the corner of his eye.
Satoru looked at the mountain forest not far from the Kawabata family's ancestral home. The lush trees covered everything underneath. Under the starlight, only a faint outline could be seen.
"That little redhead ran in that direction." Satoru said.
Suguru's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Satoru, "The cursed womb is..."
"The cursed womb is starting to hatch." Satoru said, "That little redhead can feel it."
"Then she's still running in that direction?!" Suguru found that he couldn't understand what was going on in Yayoi's head.
"I have observed it." Satoru said, "That little redhead's five senses are very developed, to the point where few of the curse users I have ever met can compare with her. Although she cannot see, she can feel the existence of the cursed spirit, that girl will definitely feel the danger of that thing."
"It is human nature to seek profit and avoid danger. Of course, where there is danger, you should run as far away as possible. That little redhead doesn't look like she wants to be a superhero and save the world." Satoru said, "Her mother is probably the only one who make her run to that place."
"That's a curse imposed by the Kawabata family on the Kawabata family. That little redhead's mother is from the Kawabata family, so she is also within the scope of the curse."
"What's going on with that little redhead now?" Satoru gritted his teeth, "It's unscientific to be able to feel it from such a distance!"
Suguru said to himself that it's not scientific for you to be able to feel the hatching of the cursed womb from such a distance. In short, you two were evenly matched.
Suguru was silent for a moment. The cursed spirit of the transportation tool moved quickly, and the surrounding scenery passed by him in a blur.
Suguru glanced at Satoru with a complicated expression, "I thought all you could think about was desserts and beating up Yayoi." You still remember your mission in your mind, I didn't expect it.
Satoru: "...do you want to fight, Suguru?"
Satoru wanted to kick the person off the cursed spirit once and for all.
'Mom.'
Yayoi couldn't remember when she called her mother.
Yayoi originally had no mother, and Yayoi didn't know if she had a mother. She only learned the word 'mother' from a child.
Yayoi only remembered that the sunshine that day was very good, and it shone warmly on her body. She was led out of the room by her sister. Her sister's hands were also warm, as warm as the sun.
In the bright spring scenery, under the vermilion torii gate, the child pointed at the dazzling array of painted horses on the wall. The painted horses were gently bumping in the wind. Made a galloping loud noise without hearing it, and called out to the woman holding her hand, 'mother'.
'Mom, look.'
Yayoi's activity area originally only had one room. The room was quite large, with tatami mats and hanging paintings full of twisted runes. That room was Yayoi's entire world, with maids and servants occasionally coming in and out.
No matter what, as long as she didn't leave this room.
'You are not allowed to go out.'
The maid told Yayoi this.
'You can go out.'
Her sister told Yayoi this.
The people in front kept preventing her from going out, but the people behind held her hand and walked out of the room.
'Sister, what is 'mother'?'
Her sister was stunned for a moment, then bent down and told Yayoi that 'mother' was the one who gave life and love her children.
'Do I also have a 'mother'?'
This time, her sister didn't answer Yayoi right away.
'What kind of person is my 'mother'?'
No answer, no answer to the question, no one told Yayoi, what kind of person her 'mom' was.
'Yayoi, don't hate, hating this kind of thing is too tiring.'
Yayoi remembered that her sister suddenly crouched down and held Yayoi in her arms. Her hands touched the red hair on the back of Yayoi's head again and again, her fingers trembling slightly.
Sister was very sad.
Why didn't you answer me?
'Yayoi, I'm mom.'
The sunshine flown on the windowsill was warm and bright, and the buds on the cherry blossom branches outside the window were soft and tender. The woman was holding a small baby, her cheek was gently pressed against the baby's soft face, and her voice was so gentle that it seemed like water was dripping out.
The woman with a little blood on her face was full of a smile, stretched out her hand, and gently held Yayoi's hand. The child's hand was really very small, and the mother's hand was not big either. The small hand held the little hands wrapped in her palms.
'Come, read with me, mom– mom–'
'It turns out that my mother is like this.'
Yayoi thought as she blinked in her mother's arms.
She would call Yayoi's name with a gentle smile, make delicious desserts, and get angry, but she was never willing to scold Yayoi severely, and she often got confused.
Many times, people with nothing always know what they want better than those with money.
'Want 'mom'.'
'I want 'mom', I want 'mom' to hold my hand.'
In the spring with dappled light and shadow, the mother under the torii was holding the hand of the child. Both adults and children were smiling so happily.
'Want to.'
Once you had something you longed for so much, you would never want to lose it again.
Yayoi kept running in the direction of the rising moon. It was dark, the moon was round, and the moonlight was cold.
Running through the path beside the field, the reeds rolled in the dark night like an undulating sea, and the red hair swayed in the wind like a burning fire.
"Mom–!"
She shout, almost a roaring cry. Under the star-studded night sky, the dot of red among the dark green was extremely conspicuous and extremely hot.
'Haruna.'
'Haruna, you have to leave, leave here, and give up everything here, including the surname 'Kawabata'.'
'Please, Haruna, please.'
Before she drifted off, she saw her grandfather.
Her mother died very young. Haruna didn't have a deep impression of her mother. She only remembered her mother's pale face and the tone of calling her 'Haruna'. After her mother died, her grandfather suddenly became furious and drove Haruna's father out.
'Don't come back, never come back!'
Haruna always remembered that the night her father left, the moonlight was very cold, the shadows on the ground were stretched out, and the surroundings were quiet, with the only sounds of her grandfather and father talking.
Her grandfather told her father not to come back and grabbed her father's shoulders tightly. His nails scratched her father's white shirt and dug into his flesh. The expression on his face was almost desperate and crazy.
'Please, Haruna, don't come back.'
On the night when Haruna was sent away, her grandfather told Haruna the same thing, almost desperately. Her grandfather held Haruna's shoulders and rested his forehead on Haruna's shoulders.
Haruna clearly felt that her grandfather was shaking all over, and tears flowed from his sunken eye sockets, soaking the clothes on Haruna's shoulders.
The night before left her ancestral home in Saitama Prefecture, Haruna actually cried because she didn't want to leave here.
The cherry blossoms in spring, the swing under the cherry blossom trees, here she was free, running towards the horizon at dusk, ran and ran. Ran across the field ridges and passed by the paddy fields with the glow of the sun.
When the stars were shining, she ran back along the path in the field. The reeds were rolling and undulating in the wind, and the rustling sound continued in the night. Beside the path was a cherry blossom tree, which was in stunning bloom and bent its branches heavily.
Ran all the way, ran all the way back to the house that looked as old as her grandfather. Her grandmother would stand by the door, open her hands, gently put her in her arms, and gently call her name.
"Welcome back, Haruna." Grandma hugged her, who was covered in sweat, and whispered in her ear, "Are you running away again?"
"What did you see this time?" Grandma asked her gently.
"I saw cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms in the mountains." She raised her head from her grandmother's arms and looked at her grandmother's face with her bright black eyes. Her old skin could not hide the beautiful soul wrapped inside.
"It's Yayoi now," her grandmother told her. "Yayoi is the season when cherry blossoms bloom."
'Grandfather, I don't want to give up here, I don't want to give up the memories with you and my grandmother, so I came back here, taking my cherished daughter, my Yayoi.'
The moonlight fell on the ground, like silvery white frost, like fine snowflakes.
In a silver-white world, Haruna saw bright red, familiar red, warm red, her daughter's red.
Her daughter, her red hair was so beautiful, like fire, lighting up the fire of her life.
Beautiful red color.
Warm red.
Little red.
Daughter's red.
Haruna stretched out her hand, tried to reach her daughter's red from a distance.
'It's great that my daughter has such a beautiful red color.'
Ten hours ago.
"Moshi moshi, Shoko?" Satoru pressed the answer button on the phone and leaned against the wall of Yayoi's house. Because he was so angry with Yayoi before, Shoko Ieiri who answered the phone on the opposite side could even hear the man grinding his teeth.
After the fight with Yayoi, the two high school boys were covered in dirt from the yard of Yayoi's house. Suguru, who completed the task conscientiously, did not participate in the fight among the kindergarten students. Even so, he was pulled overboard and was covered in dirt. He was currently patting the dirt on his clothes.
Suguru rolled his eyes and focused on Satoru who answered the phone. The latter was much dirtier than him. His uniform was dusty and he had an impatient expression on his face. It was obvious that he was still angry.
If he hadn't been suddenly called out by Shoko's phone call, afraid this person would have had to fight Yayoi for three hundred rounds.
On the other end of the phone, Shoko tilted her head and raised her shoulders, holding her mobile phone. She flipped through the thick reference book in her hand. She could hear the sound of Satoru grinding his teeth. She couldn't help but feel a little gloating. This guy was obviously very angry.
"What's the matter? Did you quarrel with Geto? Are you very angry?" Shoko said with a grin on her face while holding a cigarette in her mouth.
Satoru on the other side of the phone curled his lips. Before he could say anything, Suguru suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the phone in his hand.
"Suguru, why did you steal my phone?" Satoru said with a grimace.
Suguru made a shushing gesture, "You don't look like you can speak well now."
Satoru pouted, "Do I look like someone who doesn't know how to speak well?"
Suguru: "..."
Did you know how to speak well? Didn't you have some resentment in your heart?
"Hey, no matter what you and Geto are arguing about, let me tell you what I want to say first." Shoko reached out and took the phone off her shoulder and put it to her other ear, "First of all, let's talk about the Kawabata family."
"The Kawabata family can be said to be a branch of the Zenin family. They separated from the Zenin family for some reasons during the Edo period." Shoko's voice came from the phone.
Satoru snorted, "I just said that I don't like that little redhead no matter what."
It was almost universally known in the sorcerer world that the Gojo family and the Zenin family were at odds with each other. Under normal circumstances, it was normal for a person named Gojo and a person named Zenin to start fighting when they met.
Of course, if Satoru and a guy named Zenin were standing together, they would definitely not be able to fight, because Satoru would just beat the other person half to death and be unable to get up from the ground to fight with him.
Since the Kawabata family was a branch of the Zenin family, it was understandable that they were not at odds with his surname Gojo.
Suguru saw through what his friend was thinking at a glance, "Satoru, I remember Yayoi-chan's last name is Amamiya."
"That little redhead mother's surname is Kawabata. If you round up, she is half of the Kawabata family. If you round up further, she is half of the Zenin family." Satoru pouted.
"Very few people know about this matter." Shoko continued, "I looked through the information and found in a notebook... the Kawabata family seemed to have spontaneously separated from the Zenin family. Well, that incident was quite a big deal at the time. It seemed that the ancestors of the Kawabata family directly burned the Zenin family's ancestral hall."
Suguru: "..."
Burned an ancestral hall was something that ordinary people would not dare to do, and what was burned was one of the Big Three Families' ancestral hall.
Suguru thought about Yayoi this morning, and compared the heroic deeds of the Kawabata ancestors, and suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for Yayoi to be so tigerish.
Next to him, Satoru had already pricked up his ears energetically. He always maintained a strong spirit of exploration when it came to the dark history of gossip from all walks of life, especially when he was listening to the dark history of his opponent.
"Then he went all the way north to Mutsu in the northern part of the Higashi-Sando area and changed his surname to Kawabata." Shoko continued, "Well, the sorcerer who wrote this diary was still a scoundrel. It is said that the head of the Zenin family at that time was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He crushed a precious Chinese ceramic teacup on the spot."
"Later... d*mn, this guy is really a complainer. Why are there so many nonsense?" Shoko put the phone on her shoulder, tilted her head to fix it, and kept flipping the booklet in her hand. Because of its age, even if it was kept properly, it would inevitably become fragile. Shoko had to read it carefully.
They were all old antiques, they were broken, and she was the one who got beaten.
"Ah, then the matter dropped." Shoko said.
"Huh?" Satoru pushed up the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, obviously unhappy that he was cut in half before hearing the gossip, "That's it."
"What else can be done?" Shoko's voice came from the mobile phone, "Logically, the Zenin family should kidnap the guy who burned the ancestral hall and cut him into pieces, but something happened at that time that left the Zenin family had no time to take care of the guy who burned down their ancestral hall."
"What's going on?" Suguru raised his eyebrows, curious.
Burned down an ancestral hall was not a trivial matter. Something that even the Zenin family could ignore would only have a greater impact than burned down an ancestral hall.
"Well, the head of the Gojo family and the head of the Zenin family at that time fought directly during the imperial competition, and both of them died together on the spot."
Suguru paused and glanced at Satoru again. He said to himself that Yayoi was unconscious of people's hearts. Yayoi's ancestors were unconscious of people's hearts. Your Gojo's ancestors and you were not much better.
One burned the Zenin family's ancestral hall, and the other beat the Zenin family's head to death. Didn't you two really plan in advance to harm the Zenin family?
Suguru's eyes twitched.
"The head of the family is so pissed off that he had no time to take care of the unworthy descendants of the Zenin family who were on the run." Shoko said without interest.
"At that time, both the Gojo family and the Zenin family were in chaos. At any rate, the head of the Gojo family just died." Shoko took a deep breath of cigarette, and after a while, she blew out a smoke ring. "The Zenin family lost its head clan and lost its ancestral hall. It doesn't matter if the ancestral hall is gone. A considerable part of the important documents and classics in the ancestral hall were also burned in the fire. When this incident spread, the reputation of the Zenin family became bad. Naturally, they had no time or energy to take care of the Kawabata family's ancestors."
Suguru: "..."
What do you mean by 'anyway, the head of the Gojo family just died'? This was a big deal, okay?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Satoru, who was already holding the wall of Yayoi's house with one hand and held his stomach with the other, laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. The corners of Suguru's eyes twitched even more. The former had no idea what happened to his ancestors. Regardless of the anger and the sense of historical mission of "I would definitely kill the Zenin family", he held the wall uninhibitedly and let out a series of heart-rending laughter, mocked the opponent without any effort.
Weird things happened in the Big Three Families.
Was it interesting to laugh at the pot calling the kettle black?
Suguru was speechless.
"Let's take a look. The head of the Kawabata family... seemed to be a Heavenly Restriction person." Shoko turned to the next page of the notebook. "There were no cursed energy. He could only use cursed tools to remove the curse. He couldn't remove the cursed spirits with his bare hands, but he was quite good at beating people with his bare hands."
Satoru: the smile faded.jpg
Suguru: "...pfft." Hold it back, could not laugh, ah, I'm laughing.
"Well, you all know about the virtues of the Zenin family and how the ancestors of the Kawabata family were treated by the Zenin family at that time, right?" Shoko's voice sounded a bit heavy.
Those who were not Zenin were not sorcerers, and those who were not sorcerers were not human beings.
Just listening to these words, you know that Heavenly Restriction sorcerers would not be treated well in that family, especially this kind of example where cursed energy and technique were exchanged for strong physical conditions. Examples of Heavenly Restriction sorcerers were quite rare. The Zenin family, which despised Heavenly Restriction sorcerers, had a higher chance of appeared in the past generations than other families.
Well, it sounded really funny. It's even funnier to have the ancestral hall burned down by the Heavenly Restriction sorcerers.
Shoko held a cigarette in her mouth and thought casually.
"So... that little redhead is probably a Heavenly Restriction sorcerer?" Satoru touched his chin.
He couldn't feel any cursed power on her body, and her five senses and physical strength far exceed that of ordinary people, even most curse users. The constraints that were imposed upon one from birth were replaced by a certain aspect of powerful power at the expense of certain innate conditions. In exchange for a powerful body at the cost of zero cursed energy, this sounded very consistent with Yayoi's current physical condition.
Satoru's temples twitched, and he always felt that... he seemed to have seen such a precedent somewhere.
"Being born in an ordinary family and being bound by a Heavenly Restriction is not necessarily a bad thing." Shoko said softly, "You can see that the curse has a great influence on life, right?"
This was said to Suguru. As a sorcerer, Suguru came from an ordinary family, so he could naturally understand this better.
"Yeah." Suguru acquiesced to Shoko's words.
"Then... let's talk about what happened to the Kawabata family later." Shoko continued, "Not every descendant of the Kawabata family is bound by Heavenly Restriction. On the contrary, there were very few examples, and most of them have cursed powers, and even some of them also inherited good cursed technique, and at the end of the Edo period, they officially took 'Kawabata' as their surname and started a new career in the jujutsu world."
"They went south to Tokyo during the end of the Tokugawa period. Because they could exorcise cursed spirits, they were quite famous in that area." Shoko suddenly frowned, "But it's very weird..."
"What's so weird?" Satoru took the phone back from Suguru's hand, "Shoko, can you finish what you said in one go?"
Shoko put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, "The reason for the decline was actually because after that, very few children were born with cursed energy, and a lot of them couldn't even see the curse."
"In the Showa era, there was only one person left who could inherit the technique." Shoko lit a new cigarette for herself, took a deep breath, and after the smell of the cigarette rolled around in her lungs for a few times, she lightly puffed out from her mouth. "It's just bleak."
Not only was it bleak, it was as if the whole family had been cursed.
A family of sorcerers was cursed by someone, and the whole family, including their descendants, sounded like they would be laughed out of their peers. This matter was neither known to anyone nor leaked. If the family's reputation was taken into consideration, it would not go to the extent of leaving the family's survival behind.
Almost at the same moment when the curse began, most of the Kawabata family left the Kawabata family, dispersed inside and outside Japan, changed their surnames, and joined with non-sorcerers.
Decades later, Haruna Kawabata's family was the only one left in the Kawabata family.
Satoru scratched his hair, and his brain, which could process the huge information brought by the Six Eyes, was struggled.
Either someone deliberately blocked the information but it was not discovered for decades. The conditions for blocking not only require huge manpower and financial resources, but also required an equal amount of time.
Revenge of the Zenin family?
Wasn't it?
Ah, no, burned an ancestral hall was a big deal, so it wouldn't be surprising if they were retaliated against. But the cost of used a curse to curse a sorcerer was too high. With the Zenin family's style, relying on the power in their hands to make things difficult for others was what they do.
However, almost no one in the Kawabata family had penetrated into the power class of the jujutsu world. They drift around the boundaries of the jujutsu world intentionally or unintentionally, and surprisingly had very little influence from the higher-ups.
Either...
Satoru's pupils shrank and he trembled slightly.
Hey.
That's not the case, right?
"Suguru, I think..." Satoru said.
"They cursed themselves." Suguru picked up what Satoru had left unsaid.
Curse themselves and block the news.
Crazy.
It's really crazy, even crazier than burned down the Zenin family ancestral hall.
The binding under interests was one of the very important factors in curse. If you were greedy for interests, you would have to bear the corresponding retribution. This was a rule and a binding.
Curse was not a universal wish-making magic weapon. More often, the 'result' was achieved, but no one knew what the process was. It was most likely that the wish would be achieved in a twisted way.
Satoru didn't know what the curse made by the Kawabata family was, but looking at the situation, he had a rough idea of the reason.
Hatred.
The one who made the curse hated the sorcerer.
The negative emotions contained in the curse were as thick as ink, as strong as water reaching the boiling point in a boiler, and the breath that rushed towards him was cold and violent.
A huge amount of information poured into the Six Eyes from the outside world from a long distance away. After it was processed through Six Eyes through the brain, Satoru subconsciously rubbed his temples, wanting to curse from the bottom of his heart.
What the hell was this?
The level had reached the special grade.
No, this was nothing, not a headache, but... the size was too big, right?
To be honest, the appearance of the special cursed spirit in front of him reminded Satoru of slime, that ugly little monster-like snot, but slime was much more attractive than this thing.
The violent cursed energy of the special-grade cursed spirit in front of him was like a tsunami rose from the sea, spread continuously towards the surroundings. Its body was like a mountain that collapsed during the rainy season. The violent rainwater was wrapped in sticky mud, spread downwards and swallowed everything.
If this continued, not only this mountain, but also the people around would be affected.
It's impossible not to let go of the "curtain" this time.
Suguru thought.
*crack*
The body of the cursed spirit was still expanding, made a thick sound like the accumulation of soil, one after another, with a strange pattern. The sky was pitch black, and the only light source was the cold moon, and the moonlight was also cold.
In such a quiet night, the sudden sound of bones being broken was particularly clear.
Suguru turned his head and saw Satoru clasping his hands. The cold moonlight fell down, and his white hair and white eyelashes seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of frost. Satoru suddenly jumped down of the tool cursed spirit, his white hair was lifted by the strong wind as it fell freely, and his pale blue eyes were shining brightly.
Suguru suddenly felt that there was something else in Satoru's eyes during the fall, something he couldn't understand.
· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad
Suguru: ???
Suguru: !!!
Suguru: What kind of plane did you get? How do you say just jumped down? Not saying hello either!
Male mother Geto is having a hard time every day due to the torture of three-year-old Gojo and the little redhead.
· Small Theater 1
Gojo: If you are so capable, why don't you burn down your ancestral hall? [middle finger. jpg]
Daddy: Okay, I'll burn the ancestral hall, and you can kill the head of the Zenin family to divert my hatred. [rolling eyes.jpg]
· Small Theater 2
High school boy Satoru: Little redhead's mother's surname is Kawabata. If you round up, she is half of the Kawabata family, and if you round up further, she is half of the Zenin family.
Satoru-sensei: No, this redhead belongs to my Gojo family.
[1] [1] Because when walking, the legs are spread apart like the number "11", so walking is ridiculed as "taking the No. 11 bus".
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