Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 24
Chapter 24: West Wind
The villain is actually our side.
People seem to have a very strong longing for "living".
Yayoi had seen the flowers bloomed in spring, the lush trees in summer, the birds flied across the sky in autumn, and the squirrels dragged their tails past the shrine in winter.
From the moment Yayoi walked out of the room painted with sealing runes, at the end of every year, her sister would hold Yayoi's hand and walked out of the room to the shrine built on the mountain.
There was a road, a long road, that led to the shrine built on the mountain. There were houses on both sides of the road. The low walls wee painted with red swirls of clan symbol. There were shops with beautiful snacks and shiny candies. Children with toys in their hands chased each other, there were people everywhere, red hair, red people.
The ema[1] in the shrine was hung on the shelf on the wall. The ringing of the Hontsubo bell was blown away by the sea breeze and hovered in the sky. People in front of the temple clapped their hands and prayed devoutly to the gods for good luck in the next year on the last day of the year. People coming and going took the signatures and ran into the temple to ask the priest to interpret the signatures.
They were all alive, and while they were alive, they were also trying their best to live.
Those things had been left in another period of time, and Yayoi at that time did not understand those things. At best, Yayoi at that time could only be regarded as a man-made doll, pronounced as doll, written as "vessel". She probably knew who made her, but the person who made her didn't put "alive" into her body.
The red hometown, the red swirling clan crest, the bouncing red-haired children, and the ringing bells blown from the seaside.
Those things had gone far away from her. When she occasionally recalled them, Yayoi seemed to feel that she could understand a little bit more about the "living" that people long for.
Yayoi was now closer to the meaning of "living" than before.
Mother carefully held the little Yayoi in her arms, her soft cheek gently pressed against the cheek of the baby Yayoi. The sound of car horns in Tokyo, the lights on in the dark night, the ringing of bicycle bells on the way to school, and the continuous chirping of cicadas in the hot summer.
The cherry blossom trees in the courtyard would bloom again next year, the snacks made by her mother when she got home from school today, what good TV series Misako would recommend to her, and the rising sun the next day.
The birds on the branches flapped their wings and flew up. The sky was far away, and the sunset was as beautiful as if it were burned by fire.
Yayoi got up from the desk in a daze and rubbed her eyes. She was the only one left in the classroom, and her shadow on the ground was stretched by the setting sun.
When she got home, there would be a white head lying on the wall, a bit like a white cat. Yayoi knew that it was a naughty cat. And the black-haired boy who walked in from the front door will squint his fox eyes.
This summer they were all overheated by the excessively high temperature. They were sweating and sitting under the eaves chewing watermelon. After taking a refreshing cold shower, the two boys were fighting in the courtyard wearing skirts. The cherry blossom trees were not blooming, and the green leaves filter out the heat in the wind. The wind left under the tree was slightly cool.
Occasionally when she recalled it, when she occasionally saw the sky stretched infinitely into the distance, Yayoi felt that she could understand a little bit what it felt like to be "alive".
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It's very nice.
...
This would be great.
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I truly live in this world.
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As a person.
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Yayoi was still wearing the white top and crimson trousers that she often wore a long time ago. She walked barefoot and stepped on the smooth floor out of the room where she had lived for decades.
The ground was a little cold and still covered with white and fine snow.
Yayoi didn't know how long it had been since she left this room. From the day her sister stopped visiting her, Yayoi never went out again. She didn't even go to the clan's sacrifice on the last day of the year. She stayed in the clan's land all the time. Until the day her hometown was destroyed, Grandma Kuriko took her out, she pulled her, and stumbled around the clan land.
The whole world was red, red snow, red blood, red hair, red fire, red sunset.
Yayoi didn't know how long she had been away from this room. It had been a long time since she had seen Grandma Kuriko, who always had a straight face. In winter, she looked at the bare old trees and the vermilion torii gate facing the sea breeze.
"I'm leaving." Yayoi said.
This time she left on her own.
Goodbye.
I would never come back.
There was no way to go back.
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The moment she walked out along the long veranda, the flames started burning, crackling and licking the wood railings and load-bearing columns.
There were wailing sounds one after another in the ears, and the sound of sharp weapons sinking into flesh and blood. The metal sharp weapons sank into flesh and blood, cutting muscles, puncturing blood vessels, and blood splashing like flowers.
Red flames and red blood dyed the whole world red.
The load-bearing column next to it was scorched black by the flames. Like an overwhelmed old man, it fell down with a snap and broke into two pieces. The ceiling originally supported by the load-bearing column fell down together after losing its support. The tiles fell on the The ground was shattered with a crash.
Satoru frowned.
The world of a sorcerer was very dark, and there was a possibility of death anytime and anywhere. People who could still be seen today may be eaten by cursed spirits tomorrow, or die from the curse of the curse users.
He was used to witnessing death.
But even he had never seen such a large-scale death, all at the same time.
It's almost like the war years, when the defeated side was facing a massacre by the enemy.
"What happened here?" Suguru murmured, his eyes widened involuntarily, and his pupils couldn't stop shaking.
There should not be such large-scale massacres in this era.
Suguru was born in an ordinary family. Before entering Jujutsu High, he had only a partial understanding of the world of sorcerers. After officially entering this world, the darkness of the world shocked him. After the boy's innate sense of justice and mission dispelled the fear and nausea caused by the darkness, it strengthened his mission and responsibility as a sorcerer.
He was powerful and had a tough mind, otherwise he would not have hooked up with Satoru, a b*stard, and worked together to courted disaster behind Yaga's back. After courted disaster, they would suffer Yaga's iron fist together, they went out and look at the sorcerer and the cursed spirits outside.
Both Satoru and Suguru had seen death, but they had never seen such a large-scale death, or the massacre of humans by humans.
"Don't be afraid." The hem of his clothes suddenly tightened, and Satoru looked down and saw the red hair.
Yayoi gently tugged on his sleeve, but her eyes were looking at the blood and fire in front of her, faced the screams in the sky.
The amber eyes reflected the flickering firelight, and sparks splashed among the bright red hair.
"Those are phantoms." Yayoi said.
Satoru and Suguru learned so much about the cursed spirit, and Yayoi roughly knew what the curse was.
Use the memories hidden deep in other people's hearts to construct corresponding phantoms and trap them on it.
Yayoi rarely dreams, but there were always those special moments when, crossing the misty sea. Red hair, red sunset, and red fire always appeared without warning.
The strong smell of rust and sea salt was carried into Yayoi's nose by the sea breeze, and the combined smell made her want to vomit.
"Are you scared?"
Satoru saw Yayoi smiling at him. She smiled so brightly that he had never seen this little red-haired girl smile so brightly. The firelight reflected her fair skin. Yayoi's face was flushed and her amber eyes were smiling. When bent, it looked like a little red fox.
Satoru felt super hot for no reason.
He put his hand on Yayoi's face, grinned and said, "Of course I'm not afraid!"
D*mn it must be that cursed spirit's fault, I'm going to beat it to a pulp!
"If you're not afraid, just leave." Yayoi took off Satoru's hand that was stuck on her face, and the face that escaped Satoru's clutches was expressionless again.
Satoru somehow felt that Yayoi would be better off smiling.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward. She was surrounded by swaying firelight and blood splashed on the ground. Yayoi carefully avoided the blood on the ground and kept moving forward. The firelight flowed on her red hair.
Satoru felt something was different about this red-haired girl, but he couldn't tell.
"Let's go, Suguru." Satoru looked at Suguru, who had a bad expression. Suguru just nodded and followed.
The ground began to shake, and then there was an increasingly clear rumbling sound. The houses that Yayoi was familiar with collapsed one after another. The flames shot up high, and the firelight dyed the sky into a dazzling red.
The whole world seemed to be shaking.
Yayoi saw the vermilion torii gate and the sea with its back turned red by the firelight. On the sea level, white light slowly rose.
The birth domain began to collapse.
The scenery in front of her was distorted and the space suddenly changed. There was no sea or red sky.
The land filled with red in the memory disappeared, replaced by a dark and distorted sky, moss-covered steps, and a mottled and faded torii gate. The floating bridge under the feet led all the way to the torii gate.
The cursed spirit under the torii gate roared hysterically at them.
Without the cover of the illusion created by memories, the ugly cursed spirit under the torii could be seen at a glance.
The figure of the cursed spirit was very similar to that of a human being, but it did not have the white eyes of a normal person, but was black with bloodshot eyes. It seemed to hate Yayoi very much. It opened its mouth at Yayoi and roared hysterically. The mouth looked like a snake's mouth, two invisible gaps extend to the base of the ears, and the exposed teeth were sharp and small, like clusters of thorns.
It's really ugly.
Satoru and Suguru cracked their hands and bones, and the faces of the two high school boys were darker than the sky above their heads.
God knew how many times they suffered because of this guy?
If this guy didn't get that weird place out, Satoru wouldn't have fallen into the trap, and Suguru's bangs wouldn't have been almost burned.
The shame of life.
I had never been so embarrassed in my life!
"Kill him, Suguru." Satoru clapped his fingers expressionlessly.
"Agreed." Suguru began to condense the cursed orbs in his hand.
The pontoon bridge, torii, and steps disappeared, and it seemed that even the basic outline of the domain could no longer be maintained. The surrounding scenery turned into the forest just now, and the cold moonlight fell softly on the whole body.
The domain of the cursed spirit itself could not cause any actual harm to the two super-strength high school boys. The cursed spirit's brain was also surprisingly good, so it chose the most inconspicuous little red-haired girl among them. Facts have proved that the clan territory in Yayoi's memories was full of seals, which played a very good role in curbing the actions of the two boys.
But cleverness could lead to misunderstandings. This domain built from memories was indeed very useful. It reproduced the Uzumaki clan's land in Yayoi's memory. Even the sealing runes and sealing formations in the clan land were reproduced together, but obtained the benefits, there were also corresponding risks.
When the owner of memories was no longer afraid of the painful past, then that domain would naturally collapse. Recreating the scene at that time from people's memories required a huge amount of cursed power and energy. Just maintaining it was already extremely laborious. After the collapse of the domain, the result was that there was very little cursed energy left, and there were two special sorcerers who want to kill it.
Yayoi found a stone, dusted it clean, sat down properly, straightened her posture, and watched the two high school boys unilaterally beating the special grade cursed spirit with such brutal force. Their methods were so cruel that it was shocking.
#The villain was actually our side#
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There was no resurrection after death.
After exorcised the cursed spirit, in addition to Tomoya Nozawa, Satoru and Suguru also found several children. This group of little brats came together to test their courage, and almost lost their lives.
When encountering a special grade cursed spirit, it was good to have survivors. However, no matter how many people come to test their courage, they were destined to not be able to return the corresponding number.
The condition of the surviving children was not very good. Fortunately, they were all alive and fell unconscious. It seemed that the cursed spirit was beaten to the sky by Satoru and Suguru before it had time to eat.
"Call the police?" Yayoi quickly took out his mobile phone.
"Call the police." Satoru agreed.
Leave the aftermath to the policeman, he wouldn't do these troublesome things.
They had also warned Tomoya, and he promised not to tell anyone else what he had seen tonight or the people he had seen. He was just an underage junior high school student.
Satoru pushed up his little sunglasses. The little red-haired girl was still the same little red-haired girl, a short dwarf melon.
After quickly called the policeman, Yayoi was taken away by Satoru.
Yayoi: ???
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Little redhead: Why are you carrying me away? (confused.jpg)
5 Satoru (much later): Did I flirt with this red-haired girl?
Brother Suguru: It's impossible to guard against it.
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[1] Ema are small wooden plaques, common to Japan, in which Shinto and Buddhist worshippers write prayers or wishes. Ema are left hanging up at the shrine, where the kami are believed to receive them.
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