Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 9
Chapter 9: Glorious Like a River
Shoko: Glad to hear it.
Shoko got to know the redhead through Suguru's email. To be honest, Shoko was really surprised when she saw the photo in the email sent by Suguru. Satoru Gojo, he was beaten, and the person who beat Satoru was still a little redhead whose height didn't even reach his chest.
One day after they had grown up, Shoko thought of this incident. She first looked at Satoru, who became more and more shameless as he grew older, and then looked at the redhead who had been eaten to death by Satoru, Shoko, who had quit smoking, couldn't help but laugh at Satoru about that incident.
—The Big Three Sorcerer Families would be shocked to hear this matter.
But the latter didn't care about the embarrassment he had when he was a boy. Instead, Satoru told Shoko enthusiastically that Yayoi at that time was a bit similar to himself when he was a child. After saying that, he ran to tease the grown-up Yayoi.
The past was like a burst of illusory smoke, and when she recalled it, it was like a dream. When Shoko wanted to smoke, she suddenly remembered that she had quit smoking.
Shoko held a cigarette in her mouth and looked at the little redhead in the photo.
Yayoi's family background seemed to be not simple. According to two frustrated boys, Yayoi's maternal ancestors were a family of sorcerers who were somewhat famous before the Meiji era. Since they would collect things like that, they must not be a simple family.
So Shoko had to run to the high school library all night to check out the information. Fortunately, the distance between Saitama Prefecture and Tokyo was not very far, and the current transportation conditions were still very developed. Otherwise, Shoko would definitely open the skull caps of these two unlucky things to see what was in their heads.
Shoko held up the phone and stared at the photos on the phone for a long time. Then she picked up the hot coffee on the table and took a sip. The warm coffee slid down her throat and into her abdomen. She drank it on a day that was not considered warm. It's really quite comfortable to have a hot drink.
Shoko put down the phone and covered her face, trembling all over. Then, a burst of tragic laughter broke out in the quiet school library. Shoko laughed so hard that she was out of breath, and intermittently laughed at her usual idiot classmate from the air, saying, "Gojo, you also have a such a thing today." This caused the library administrator to frequently cast doubtful and disapproving glances at her.
Over in Saitama Prefecture, Satoru and Suguru have solved the problem. The only unexpected thing was that a cursed spirit swallowed the cursed object collected by the Kawabata family, and the level directly evolved to the special grade, affected ordinary people without cursed energy nearby. The cursed spirit ate several ordinary people and established several unsolved murder cases in the local area.
It's really amazing that she didn't know anything about it even though it's obviously a family matter.
Shoko was holding a cigarette in her mouth and holding a plastic bag in her hand, and walked slowly along the street. On both sides of the street were old-fashioned telephone poles that were probably a few years old. They were covered with advertisements and had wires hanging from the top. It stretched all the way forward, all the way to the horizon.
Shoko saw a head of bright red hair on the horizon, and couldn't help but take a second look. To be honest, it was the first time she had seen such eye-catching red hair. It didn't look like it was dyed, but after taking a second look, she saw the familiar white hair next to the red hair.
Oops.
Shoko's expression went blank for a moment. She looked at the red hair and then the white hair, thinking that this trip was not in vain.
She finally saw the living redhead that beaten Satoru.
"Yo, Gojo."
Shoko stretched out her hand to say hello, and was not surprised to see the stinky expression on the other person's face.
The cursed person was Yayoi's mother. Her health was not serious, she was just a little frightened and overworked. She just needed to rest for a few days.
After giving Yayoi's mother the most basic physical examination and simple treatment, Shoko retreated to the tearoom of Yayoi's house facing the cherry blossom tree, sat on the tatami and took a sip of the tea Yayoi poured, and then she stretched out her hand and rubbed the redhead face a few times. The face felt good and the temperature was just right.
'It's really a very easy-to-use natural hand warmer.'
Shoko looked at the blank-faced Yayoi and couldn't help but think.
Yayoi: "..." O.O
Why were you rubbing my face?
"Your mother is fine, just rest for a few more days and she would be fine." Shoko told Yayoi while rubbed her face to keep her hand warm.
Yayoi's expression went blank for a moment, and then he said softly, "Thank you, Shoko-san."
Yayoi seemed to be still before puberty, and her voice had the characteristic softness of a child.
Shoko: "..."
Shoko looked at the redhead with suspicious eyes. Yayoi blinked, and the orange light fell into her amber pupils.
The short-haired girl turned her head and looked at Satoru and Suguru with more suspicion, "Are you sure it was this little redhead who beat up Gojo?"
Wasn't that picture meant to fool her by Geto's edited photos?
The person who was beaten, Satoru, almost jumped up. The Six Eyes under his sunglasses glared angrily at Suguru, "Suguru!"
Gah! He was indeed his close friend, stabbed him in the back!
Suguru looked away guiltily.
"Well, by the way, how are you going to tell the boss about this?" Shoko picked up the tea and took a sip. Her craving for cigarettes was a bit heavy, and she couldn't smoke now, so she could only rely on tea to suppress her cravings.
"How do you report what?" Satoru curled his lips, his face showed obvious resistance, "How do I do things, do I still have to look at the faces of those old oranges?"
"Then we have to find a way to deceive them." Suguru shrugged. In terms of attitude towards higher-ups, he and Satoru definitely maintain the same position.
You started beating people, I am responsible for destroyed the corpses and eradicated traces, you were responsible for poured oil, and I am responsible for lighting the fire. It's all about collusion and foul play.
"Redhead." Satoru said suddenly.
Yayoi turned her head and looked at Satoru doubtfully. What she was thinking in her heart was written on that little face — why did you drag me into a work summary meeting? I'm just an ordinary little redhead without any cursed techniques.
The orange light seemed to be cut into pieces and fell neatly into those amber pupils.
Satoru's heart skipped a beat and he moved his eyes away from Yayoi's eyes.
"Then let me tell you straight." Satoru sat cross-legged on the tatami, tilted his head and tapped his knees with his fingers, "About your grandfather's collection of special-grade cursed objects..."
"To be honest, the Kawabata family is now... in name only." Satoru said, "But if the truth is reported to the people above, with the style of those courageous old oranges above us, your and your mother's lives will also be different. It's been affected to a certain extent."
"Hey," Satoru suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Yayoi, "are you willing to live under the noses of those old men?"
Intuition told Satoru that this strange redhead would not want to get too involved with the jujutsu world.
He didn't know how developed Yayoi's five senses were. As she got older, they become more and more developed. Her five senses become more and more developed, and she could feel more things. Wherever ordinary people could see, she could feel there were also more things coming. When Satoru came closer, the fluctuations in cursed energy that were not found in ordinary people were unsurprisingly stronger. The soft eyelashes and blue eyes under the sunglasses were all clearly visible.
Yayoi blinked, "Can you find a way to get away with it?"
'I didn't want to.'
Living in the eyes of certain people, living in a life dominated by certain people, after experienced it once, no one wanted to have it again.
With great difficulty, Yayoi became a little more like a person rather than a vessel.
Similarly, Yayoi did not want her mother to live like "Yayoi". Everything must be approved by certain people, living in the shadow created by certain people, like a marionette.
Satoru patted his thigh, "No problem, if there are cherry blossom cakes, I can handle things more efficiently!"
Yayoi nodded, with a serious expression on her face, "Deal."
Satoru was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked Yayoi's bright red hair. The touch felt surprisingly good, and the force of his one hand was so strong that Yayoi tilted her head uncontrollably.
Yayoi immediately covered the top of her head. The area of the palm of the hand was limited and could not cover her red hair, but it clearly expressed Yayoi's protest.
Satoru's hands were itchy and he wanted to stroke her again, but before he could take action, Suguru dragged him away.
Yayoi felt that Satoru would have to work hard to fool the person above him. He would take advantage of the person's short hand and prey on the person's short mouth.
Yayoi felt that she should thank the two boys, but the cherry blossom cake was really nothing, even though he fought with her and even pulled her red hair. Little did he know that in the eyes of the little redhead, things that "require a lot of effort" only require Satoru and Suguru to tell lies with their eyes open in the mission report.
Satoru was familiar with making nonsense of this kind of thing in the mission report, and decided to first write about Master Gojo's heroic appearance in killing the cursed spirit.
Anyway, there wouldn't be any other intersections in the future.
Yayoi lowered her eyes, her red eyelashes half covered her amber pupils.
"Hey, redhead." Satoru supported his chin and looked down at Yayoi. Satoru was sitting a head taller than Yayoi. From this angle, he could see the small curls on the top of Yayoi's soft red hair.
Yayoi raised her head subconsciously, and her amber eyes met Satoru's pale blue Six Eyes.
Satoru looked away again.
Yayoi tilted her head and placed three question marks on her head.
The morning light was dim, and the cherry blossoms outside the window were covered with morning dew. They fell silently and were inevitably stained with moist soil when they fell to the ground.
Satoru put his hands behind his head, and the telephone poles on both sides of the street kept moving back.
The morning sun had already risen from the horizon. The shops on both sides of the street had begun to open for business. The number of people walking on the sidewalk had begun to increase, and there were elongated shadows on the ground.
"Satoru." Suguru's voice suddenly sounded. When Satoru regained consciousness, he looked at Suguru who was holding a lunch box.
"Ah?" Satoru glanced at the lunch box in Suguru's hand, which contained a thank-you gift from Yayoi.
"You have something on your mind." Suguru said.
Satoru paused, then continued walking forward.
"Suguru."
After walking for a while, Satoru suddenly said, "That little redhead is really weird."
"You've said this many times." Suguru was a little confused, "Yayoi-chan has well-developed five senses, but in the final analysis, she is a non-sorcerer without any cursed techniques."
Satoru curled his lips. Among the non-curse users who didn't have any cursed techniques yet, Yayoi was definitely the first non-curse user to beat him to the ground.
Absolutely no next time!
Satoru grind his teeth.
"I don't care whether that redhead has any cursed techniques or not." Satoru curled his lips, "What are your chances of winning against that redhead simply by fighting?"
Suguru thought for a while and said, "You have little chance of winning against someone who can beat you to the ground."
"That's it." Satoru said, "That redhead is very strong."
If it weren't for the Heavenly Restriction, if she had a cursed energy, she would be stronger, right?
Recalled Yayoi's eyes, they were clean and sparkling, as if the afternoon sun had set in. Satoru couldn't help but pursed his lips. It didn't matter if there were no cursed techniques. That redhead, he could tell at a glance that she was not suitable for the world of jujutsu.
Suguru couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's rare to hear you evaluate someone like this."
His friend's normal attitude in the past was 'I am number one in the world' and 'with all due respect, everyone here was rubbish'.
"That's different." Satoru bared his teeth, "No matter how strong you are, you are still not as strong as I am. We are the strongest."
"That redhead is really annoying." Satoru bared his teeth.
She looked so stupid, as if nothing had anything to do with her, and she looked like a little kid who hadn't grown up and didn't know anything.
It reminded him more or less of his former self before high school, which had been a long time ago. Satoru was not a person who liked to look back, but that strange little redhead reminded him more or less of his former self.
When he looked back at the past, he felt strange and familiar at the same time.
—That cold look.
Yayoi had an indifferent attitude towards things other than her mother. Satoru before high school had an indifferent attitude towards everything.
Had no meaning?
What did it have to do with me?
—It's inexplicably unpleasant.
But that's different.
Yayoi was truly loved by her mother and had never been expected by anyone else, and Satoru was expected by everyone because he was born with Six Eyes.
"We won't have much intersection in the future anyway, right?" Suguru said.
Satoru said nothing.
Satoru had an intuition that this redhead would definitely not be someone who was easy to deal with, even if she wanted to make one.
What kind of girl hit a man so hard? His face still hurt.
#That redhead didn't care about martial ethics and only picked people to hit in the face#
· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad
Sister Mito: If you hit someone, you have to slap them in the face.
Yayoi: Kitten nods.jpg
Yayoi: Strong enough to beat up Satoru, fast enough to catch up with cars.
Yuji: Run fifty meters in three seconds and punch through a wall with one punch.
Nobara: ...
Nobara: You said you two are not biological siblings, but I still don't believe you.
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