Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 11
Chapter 11: The End of the Moon
The youth of the sorcerer.
The number of sorcerers was quite rare. Just looking at the number of freshmen enrolling in Jujutsu High School every year could tell how rare this profession was. Students who graduate from a Jujutsu High had a 100% employment rate. As long as they could still work, they didn't have to worry about being unemployed. Although they didn't have five insurances and one housing fund, the salary was considerable, the diploma didn't need to be too high, and the employment threshold was relatively low.
In short, the employment standards for a sorcerer were that you could fight, you were not afraid of death, your skills in exorcising cursed spirits were excellent, your work efficiency was high, and you could withstand the ruthless squeeze of rotten oranges and the occasional bouts of alzheimer and epilepsy.
The above was Satoru's summary of his employment position many years later.
The matter dated back to a week ago. A Grade 1 sorcerer in Sendai disappeared for no reason. There were a lot of filth and traces of the fight between the cursed spirit and the curse user at the scene. Apparently, before losing his whereabouts and contact, Grade 1 sorcerer fought with the cursed spirit. If there were no accidents, he should have been exhausted after the battle and then they stabbed him in the back.
Sorcerers were generally very busy. Although Satoru and Suguru had the ability to be special grade sorcerers, they were still students studying in a high school. Therefore, compared to other sorcerers who worked non-stop, their time was relatively free.
The ability of the murderer to make a Grade 1 sorcerer lose contact was obvious. Except for the two problem children in the high school, the only special grade sorcerer Yuki Tsukumo was not working, so they were almost the only ones free, and it was inconvenient for Shoko to go out, so this glorious task could only fall on the two high school boys.
Satoru: What a shame.
Satoru's Six Eyes could detect and track the residue left behind after using curses. Among the large number of curses held by Geto, there were also curses that could record the residue. The two of them worked together and basically found the culprit's lair without much effort.
The two boys were running rampant all the way. When they saw the curse user, they would cripple it. When they saw the cursed spirit, they would send it to heaven. The underage boys made people hate it and made them jump all over the place. When they found their lair, he would use a "Blue". After bombing the opponent's lair, the white-haired boy looked around and saw that the opponent actually drove away without moral ethics.
"Why are you still standing there?" Suguru pulled the person to his cursed spirit, "Chase him!"
•
The curse users they encountered now was smarter than the curse users they encountered before, and also less lucky than the curse users they encountered before.
This was Suguru's evaluation of the curse user he encountered during this mission.
They were quite smart to think of driving into the busy city and using ordinary people to avoid the cursed techniques of the sorcerers. In the busy city, both Satoru's Limitless and Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation had been greatly affected. Due to the limitations, neither person could perform 100% of their strength.
Ignoring ordinary people and doing things that go against common sense would definitely had an impact on the current stable state of society, but the curse user didn't care about this. The curse user's plan of using ordinary people to avoid the sorcerers effectively restricted Satoru and Suguru's actions.
If nothing else happened, they could successfully escape from the two special boys, but their luck today was really bad.
They met the same Yayoi who didn't play by common sense.
When Satoru picked up the bag in his hand and caught up with Yayoi, the car had fallen pitifully on the side of the road. The front of the car hit the telephone pole next to it. The huge impact made the car hood wrinkled like paper. After the overloaded engine was turned off, plumes of smoke emitted. The ground was a mess, and crooked tire tracks covered the entire block.
The rear tire of the car was poked with a piece of steel bar. Judging from that angle, the steel bar might have been thrown by someone. The person who threw the steel bar was very strong and had very good accuracy. It hit the tire exactly right and punctured the tire.
What was even more frightening was that the terrifying force even deformed the synthetic metal axle in the tire, successfully causing the car to blow out and lose its balance. Finally, the car crashed into the telephone pole.
There were a lot of passers-by gathered in the distance, and some people were taking pictures with their mobile phones.
This telephone pole was quite strong and it actually didn't fall down.
Satoru pushed up the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
The curse user cursed and opened the car door and wanted to drag Yayoi over and beat her up, but Yayoi beat him up in return.
When the curse user kicked the car door and rushed out to beat Yayoi, the expression on Yayoi's face did not change much. She said to herself, 'oh, it turns out you want to beat me up, so I'll beat you up first and then talk'.
So Satoru watched helplessly as Yayoi removed a steel pipe from the wall with her bare hands, swung the steel pipe and broke a curse user's leg first.
Satoru felt very complicated.
It seemed like there was nothing wrong with him.
The white-haired boy looked left and right, like a big cat that was curious about its surroundings. What bad intentions could a cat have? He's just a curious cat.
Inadvertently, the white-haired cat saw the paper bag that Yayoi stuffed in his hand.
Satoru's eyes lit up, wow, Kikusui'an's kikufuku.
Satoru took out a kikufuku from the paper bag and was even more satisfied after seeing the flavor written on the package. It was still edamame cream flavor!
*crack-*
There was a clear sound of bone cracking from behind, followed by bursts of screams. Satoru tore open the package wrapping kikufuku and took a satisfied bite.
The glutinous rice on the outside was soft and glutinous, sweet but not greasy, and it was worthy of being a specialty of Sendai.
*bang-*
The steel pipe hit the roof of the car hard. The roof, which was still intact, deformed on the spot and dented into a clear shape. The entire car body trembled.
Satoru pouted, chewed the kikufuku in his mouth, and thought it would be better if it was served with tea.
"Chikuso*! It's just an ordinary person without any curs- ouch!" The steel pipe was swung at the man's face.
Satoru finished off an edamame cream-flavored kikufuku, threw the package into the trash can nearby, and then dug another one out of the paper bag.
Emmmm, it's delicious. It's similar to the daifuku made by Yayoi's mother. The cherry blossom cake made by Yayoi seemed to be good too.
Satoru puffed out his cheeks and thought.
•
On the other side, Suguru wanted to chase Yayoi and Satoru after they ran away. The child in his arms pulled at the fabric on Suguru's sleeves and blinked. Suguru suddenly discovered that this child had pupils that were two or three points similar to Yayoi's eyes color - all the same clean amber color.
"Hold my little brother for me."
He recalled in his mind the solemn expression on Yayoi's face when she solemnly put Yuji on his hand. For some reason, Suguru felt that the serious attitude was a bit like that of an old mother who nursed orphans.
It turned out to be her younger brother.
Then Yayoi ran out like the wind, and Satoru chased her out like the wind.
But Suguru felt in his heart that if the current Satoru and Yayoi compete, the loser would be Satoru 200%, even if Satoru had the obvious advantage of having much longer legs than Yayoi.
"Where is sister going?" The little guy looked at the direction Yayoi left and tilted his head in confusion.
Suguru thought for a while, put the little guy down, and touched his hair. The cherry blossom-colored hair was like the cherry blossoms blooming in spring, much softer than the bright red of Yayoi's.
"I'll take you to find your sister." Suguru said with a smile.
If we catch up, Satoru would have almost been solved it by this time, right?
It should be fine if he take this kid there.
Yuji's eyes were very bright when he was put on the ground, which reminded Suguru of the sun pouring down from the window in the morning. It would not be too hot or dull.
Seriously speaking, apart from their eye color, Yayoi and Yuji's facial features were not similar, and they didn't look like blood-related siblings, but the two were surprisingly similar in some aspects.
"Can I chase my sister?" Yuji asked.
Suguru smiled and said of course.
Then the little guy nodded and said that I would go chase my sister first.
Suguru looked at Yuji's short legs and said go ahead, but in his heart he didn't think that this short-legged little boy could catch up with his red-haired sister.
As a result, the little bean turned around and ran out like a cannonball, disappeared in front of Suguru's eyes in an instant.
Suguru looked at Yuji who was running away, and for a moment he felt that he had so many things to say, that he was speechless, and he was full of complaints and didn't know where to start.
Suguru: "..."
You guys were definitely blood-related siblings! Without any doubt!
•
So when Suguru caught up with the short-legged Yuji, he watched his red-haired sister throw away the deformed steel pipe in her hand. The heavy metal pipe hit the curse user's face, caused the person to faint from pain. He fell onto the roof of the unrecognizable car, and the sound was particularly loud.
Then she rolled down from the roof of the car, squatted down to avoid the curse user's fist, put her legs on the ground and swept the opponent's ankles to knock him down, then grabbed the opponent's wrist and threw him over the shoulder. There was a loud cracking sound, and the curse user fainted on the spot from the pain.
Suguru: "..."
"Huh?" A vague but very familiar voice came to his ears. Suguru turned his head and saw Satoru next to him with bulging cheeks and eating like a hamster. "Is the redhead done beating?"
Suguru: "...you just watched her fight the whole time?"
Were you still human?
Satoru shook his head, shook the kikufuku bag in his hand, and held a half-bitten kikufuku in his hand, "I was eating kikufuku the whole time, it is indeed a famous specialty of Sendai, it is so delicious! Please, I can only give you a little of it!"
"Just a little bit!" Satoru said again.
Suguru: "..."
This bad world, this bad friend.
Satoru, why were you human? You were not a human.
Was that bag from Yayoi? Weren't you afraid that after she defeated the curse users, you would be next?
On the other side, Yayoi had finished beating. She was stunned when she saw Yuji running over. When she picked up the little guy, she turned to look at Suguru.
Suguru shrugged and said helplessly, "He ran too fast."
Satoru put his hands on Suguru's shoulders and put his entire weight on Suguru's shoulders, "Suguru, you can't even catch up with a brat."
Suguru's forehead veins popped out, and he choked back unceremoniously, "Have you caught up with Yayoi-chan?"
Satoru and Suguru almost started fighting in the street again, but they didn't start fighting in the end because the policemen came, and they, along with Yayoi and her brother, were caught by the policemen and put into the police station.
The policemen in the bureau have handled countless related cases and taken over countless criminals, but this was the first time they saw this strange group, two rebellious high school students, a red-haired girl and a child about three years old.
Next to it was a car that was badly damaged. The exterior of the car was smashed beyond recognition. On the ground were a group of unconscious adult men.
When the four people were sent to the police station, it was getting late, and the silvery-white moonlight fell on the branches outside the police station window. The tender green leaves were dyed with a gentle silvery white, as if covered with a thin veil.
Yayoi, who was brought into the police station, had a good attitude. She sat on the chair obediently with her brother in her arms and listened obediently to the education of the policeman. Among the other two high school boys, the one with black hair seemed to be a gentle person and kept smiling throughout the process. The one with white hair looked a little impatient and had a bad temper.
When the policeman asked if they had anyone who could bail them out, the black-haired boy quickly took out his mobile phone, pressed a few buttons smoothly and without any sloppiness, and then started calling their teacher.
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*Chikuso: D*mn it
Masamichi Yaga: You two, just wait for me.
Many years later, Satoru recalled his youth and sighed on the spot: This simple and unpretentious youth.
Yaga suffered on the spot and clenched his fist.
Yaga: Screw your unpretentious youth. Is your youth tied to the police station?! [roaring.jpg]
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