Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 41
Chapter 41: The Cavalry Path
The sky above the snow.
Satoru gave Shoko a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone.
Satoru Gojo, who was fearless, rarely felt a little cowardly. This feeling was very novel. Even if he did not put the "curtain" to remove the cursed spirit and was caught by Yaga-sensei, he could also confidently say, "I'm wrong, I dare to do it next time," and then get punched by his teacher again.
Shoko said that the little redhead was not in a good condition, and emphasized that she smashed the curse users' head with a fire extinguisher until it blossomed.
Satoru felt a little impatient, even irritable.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red fire extinguisher placed in the special fire-fighting facility. He felt an inexplicable coldness in his heart. He felt that it must be very painful when it hit his head. The two of them fought without using any cursed techniques. It must have been very painful for such a heavy metal can to be hit on the head.
Ah, this was so annoying.
Satoru held the phone, moved his fingers, and opened the email in the phone. This phone was not his, but was found on the curse users' body.
After opening the email, Satoru found that it was a reward order. The picture of the King of Curses' finger was sent to the Internet, which attracted the attention of the sorcerers, and it also attracted the attention of the curse users. When they noticed the finger, someone secretly issued a reward order on the black market.
The price was actually not low.
Satoru twitched his lips and kicked the fainted guy under his feet. The guy was as faint as a dead pig and seemed to have lost consciousness. This guy was knocked unconscious as soon as he walked in the door.
No wonder they rush to this hospital.
"Hey, if you don't get up, I'll kill you." Satoru narrowed his eyes and kicked the guy on the ground again.
The person on the ground twitched his eyebrows, obviously pretending to be dizzy.
Satoru curled his lips and thought to himself that curse users these days were not good at it. With such little acting skills, did you still want to hide it from Six Eyes?
The curse users was still pretending to be dead.
Satoru looked at him as if he were looking at a corpse, "If you don't get up, I will send you to the nurse for sterilization."
Curse users: !!!
Everyone in the Big Three Families was indeed vicious!
Those who know the current affairs were heroes, and those who curse were like a carp standing up like a corpse in a coffin.
Satoru kicked him again, and the kick was so strong that the curse users made a 'pop' sound. He fell down again, his face pressed against the smooth tile floor, and his nose directly hit it, causing a dull pain. The feeling rushed up to his brain along the nerves, and he grinned in pain.
"Why did you kick me again?" Wasn't he already up?
"I want you to stand up." Satoru said with a stinky face.
Who told you to sit down? I turned into a cat and then a human, and I was almost sterilized. I didn't even sit down, but you actually did it for me.
Satoru continued to kick him.
The curse users dared to be angry but dare not speak out. It was worthy of him to follow the little chicken and get up from the ground and stand still.
To be honest, he was really unlucky today. He was just recovering a sealed cursed object. The danger was not high. As long as the seal was not torn open, he would not be in danger. It should be effortless. The only worry was there were too many people who want to compete for the mission target, but there was only one cursed object. That cursed object was inexplicably fetched a considerable price on the black market. As long as he get it, the considerable sum of money would also be his.
Just recovered a cursed object could be exchanged for a considerable amount of money, which was very cost-effective. But he really didn't expect to meet Six Eyes. According to the information he received, Six Eyes did not participate in this mission. The only people who came were a woman and the cursed spirits manipulator.
When he was born, Six Eyes' head was offered a staggering price on the black market. Anyone who got his head would have gotten the coveted money, but so far, no one had ever succeeded.
It's like a record that had not been broken for many years, but suddenly one day it was broken by the same person day after day. The cursed energy in his body did not grow at the same rate as humans, and the speed of progress was extremely rapid. People who covet his life were intimidated, and people who want the money were helpless. There were many people who dare to try even if they risk their lives. So far, no one had succeeded.
If there was a Guinness record in the jujutsu world, Satoru Gojo would definitely be the one to break it time and time again.
This also told him that if Six Eyes participated in this task, his success rate would be 0%, and the money would be completely hopeless for him.
The curse users didn't know Six Eyes himself, but he recognized those eyes. It was said that there was only one pair of bright blue eyes in the world. When the owner of the blue eyes took off his sunglasses, he recognized them at a glance. Those eyes, as the underground people say from word of mouth, cruelty and beauty coexisted, coldness and brilliance were intertwined. Seeing those eyes, the curse users trembled from the inside out.
But...
"Lower your head! What are you looking at!" Satoru went up and kicked him again. The high heels were really good, and the thin and high heels could make the kick very painful.
Curse users: "..."
To be honest, why was Six Eyes wearing a nurse uniform and high heels?!
The problem was that when this person wore a nurse's uniform, he actually wore the clothes of a soft girl into the uniform of an armored general! Majestic and heroic! D*mn it! The world must be toxic!
Satoru ignored the curse users' brainstorming, or he didn't even think about what was going on in this man's mind. If he knew, he would definitely go up and kick him again. To be fair, have you ever seen a cat wearing clothes? Suddenly turning back into a human being, he was lucky that he didn't run around naked. Fortunately, there was a locker room next to him, so he jumped directly into the locker room.
Unfortunately, this dressing room was for women only. Apart from the white nurse's dress, it was just a short skirt and high heels.
Satoru: "..."
Forget it, a skirt was just a skirt, it's not like he hadn't worn it before, he had also worn a skirt from little redhead's.
#I am fearless#
The other skirts were too short, and they probably wouldn't even cover the buttocks, so he could only choose the white skirt worn by nurses. A knee-length white skirt was forced to be worn as a short skirt for him, and this person's skin was white and tender, so good that even girls would be jealous.
The curse users felt that he would no longer yearn for girls who wore short skirts and high heels with fair and tender skin. Now he just wanted to poke his eyes out.
The door was kicked open with a bang at this time. Shoko pushed the door open and was stunned when she saw Satoru and the curse users inside.
Shoko: "..."
Weirdo! What a pervert!
Satoru subconsciously wanted to say hello, but Shoko ignored him. Before he could say 'hi', Shoko closed the door and slammed it hard.
Satoru's face was full of black question marks, he went up and pulled the door handle and opened the door.
"Hey, Shoko, what are you doing?"
Satoru opened the door and looked up to see the little red-haired girl jumping up in the corridor, holding a red fire extinguisher in one hand and a cursed weapon kindly provided by Shoko in the other. She first hit the cursed spirit on the head with the fire extinguisher in her hand. The force was so strong that the head of the curse spirit was deformed, and the fire extinguisher was also deformed. The 'bang' that resounded in the corridor made people's teeth hurt.
Satoru felt his tooth hurt.
Yayoi threw away the deformed fire extinguisher, and pressed the thumb of the other hand against the sword. With a little force, the sword slipped out of the scabbard. The blade was filled with silvery white light. Yayoi held the handle with her backhand, stabbed the knife into the side of cursed spirit's head, and held the handle of the sword with her other hand.
"Use a little force, don't hesitate... you should leave some room to spare when dealing with people."
The voice of the person in her mind was a little helpless.
Yayoi held the handle of the wakizashi with both hands, and swung it downwards along the place where the sword was inserted. The blade cut through the skin, chopped off muscles and bones, and along the cut, the huge head of the cursed spirit was split into two.
The rich blood was splashed on the wall, like blooming flowers, extremely charming.
Satoru: "..."
Shoko calmly took a puff of the cigarette. After Yayoi blew the head of a certain curse users, she lent the cursed weapon to Yayoi. As a doctor, Shoko could see Yayoi's physical strength and reaction ability at a glance. They were all much better than her, even better than those two animals.
Suguru: Achoo' achoo!
Suguru: ???
Weapons could only be effective if they were in the hands of the right person, so Shoko decisively put the cursed weapon into Yayoi's hands. Shoko was originally worried that she was not used to using a sword, but who knew that this red-haired girl got used to it as soon as she held it?
Yayoi carried a sword in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other. When she encountered the curse users, she knocked him unconscious with the fire extinguisher. When she encountered the cursed spirit, she chopped it with a sword. Kill ghost when see ghost, and kill Buddha when see Buddha [1].
"What do you want to say?" Shoko looked at Satoru.
The female high school student was shocked to find that this pervert had a unique look in a skirt! It make his legs look longer and his skin whiter! This world was poisonous, and no woman like her had ever worn a skirt so revealing of her legs and skin! The most important thing was that this guy had no leg hair! Not even one!
D*mn it, Satoru Gojo, you were poisonous, right?
"I... I'll go to the underground parking lot first." Don't know whether it was out of guilt for deceiving a girl or something else, but Satoru suddenly missed Suguru very much.
Suguru was still on the ground, more likely than not to have already fought with the curse spirit
Yayoi was obviously in a bad mood, her moves were cruel, and her expression was cold. It's possible that she was going to kill him after she found out the truth.
After cutting down the cursed spirit, Yayoi just stood there quietly, staring at the mangled corpse of the cursed spirit for a while in a daze. It wasn't until the corpse of the cursed spirit dissipated in the air that she put the sword back into the scabbard. The whole process was as mechanical as a puppet.
"She has been looking for a white furball." Shoko thought of a little red furball running around with a knife and a fire extinguisher. The dumb red furball looked panicked like a lost kid, looking for her cat everywhere.
Shoko ran after her, out of breath while running, wondering what Satoru, that bitch, had done to Yayoi. He turned into a cat and made Yayoi devoted to him.
This was not good.
'I lost a cat once, and I don't want to lose a second one.'
Shoko thought about the little red-haired girl standing in the corridor before, her expression still dull, but Shoko felt that her expression made her cry.
"I lost one cat once, and I don't want to lose another cat."
Shoko rephrased the words.
Don't let her lose the second cat.
Shoko raised her eyes, glanced at Satoru out of the corner of her eye, and motioned for him to clean up the mess he had thrown out.
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Saitama Prefecture, few days later
Satoru was half lying on the bench under the tree, with his arms bent on the back of the chair, and his two long legs stretched out straight. He looked up at the bare tree top, his small sunglasses slid down, and his bright eyes were exposed to the outside, his white eyelashes were long and thick.
The sky was gray, and dark clouds blocked the last bit of sunlight, casting a large shadow on the ground. There were two small sparrows on the black branches, huddled together for warmth.
Satoru looked at the gray sky for a while before he came up with an idea - after all, creatures like women could not be deceived casually.
Although Yayoi was not yet a woman.
Satoru licked his chapped lips, and tiny snowflakes began to fall in the sky. They were just like the snow that fell in the pet hospital that day. They were hazy, falling silently, with a dreamy feeling, and fell into his eyes. There was a cool chill at the time.
A warm touch pressed against his cheek.
Satoru looked up and saw a head of red hair. In the vast and silent winter, this hair was extremely enthusiastic, but its owner was a guy with a weak brain.
Yayoi handed the milk tea to Satoru, "That newly opened shop on the street."
Satoru took the cup of hot milk tea. The warm liquid entered his mouth, and the aroma of milk and tea filled his mouth. It tasted pretty good.
But this person was inherently incapable of saying anything good.
"It tastes terrible." Satoru curled his lips.
"Then give it back to me." Yayoi stretched out her hand to take it back.
But Satoru raised the paper cup high. He was very tall, with long hands and long legs, so no matter how Yayoi stretched out her hand and stood on tiptoes, she couldn't reach it.
Satoru curled his lips, put the cup to his lips in front of Yayoi, took another sip, and then showed a bright smile, so bright that Yayoi wanted to hit him, "Once I drink it, it's mine. I've had it, do you want more?"
Yayoi: "..."
So angry.
"Hey, don't you want it?" Satoru waved the cup in front of her harshly, and even pushed it in her face.
Yayoi puffed up her cheeks, snatched the cup from his hand without hesitation, lowered her head and took a sip.
Satoru: "..."
Yayoi held the cup with a 'you lied to me' expression on her face, "It obviously tastes good."
Yayoi put the cup back into Satoru's hand, opened the other cup in the bag, and drank her own, leaving Satoru holding the cup of milk tea in his hand.
It didn't matter if you drink or not, it didn't mean you don't drink.
Yayoi held the steaming cup and drank the milk tea in small sips. The rising water vapor blurred her face and made it a little hazy. Her hair was not tied up today and hung over her shoulders to her waist. She didn't wore her usual red scarf, but a khaki plaid scarf. Her red hair and khaki scarf made her skin whiter, with the haze caused by water vapor between the white skin.
Satoru grabbed the paper cup from Yayoi's hand, followed her example and took a sip.
Why did he think the milk tea in the little redhead's hand tasted better?
Satoru smacked his mouth.
Yayoi: !!!
Yayoi: "What are you doing?"
Satoru: "I suddenly feel that the cup in your hand tastes better."
After saying that, he lowered his head and took a deep breath.
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi felt that this was what someone told her about 'finding trouble'.
So Satoru drank two large cups of milk tea by himself. After drinking, he felt his stomach was bloated. Satoru, who had a bloated stomach, sat on the bench under the bare tree. The little red-haired girl sat next to him. Next to her were several plastic bags, with green onion leaves poking out of one of them.
Apparently the redhead had been to the supermarket, but she bumped into Satoru on the way home.
Behind the benches and bare trees was a milk tea shop. In winter, when the weather was nice, most passers-by would choose to buy a cup of milk tea here to warm up.
He heard that a new milk tea shop had recently opened here, so Yayoi was tricked into going to the milk tea shop.
"How about the furball?" Yayoi suddenly asked.
Satoru hesitated, then subconsciously retorted, "What for? That's my cat."
Satoru thought there was something wrong with the little red-haired girl. No matter it was Satoru Gojo or Gojo the Cat, it was the same person, but in terms of her attitude towards cats and people, there was a complete contrast!
"I have raised him, so he is also my cat." Yayoi was surprisingly persistent in this regard.
Satoru curled his lips, "I sent him home. He was originally a cat who grew up at home."
He had grown up in this family, but he didn't like that place at all.
And... who was your cat?
Yayoi was stunned for a moment when she heard that the furball had returned home.
Go home...?
Yes, her home and furball's home were not the same place. When she was going home, furball was going home too.
"Then will he be okay?" Yayoi suddenly asked again.
"Very good." Satoru replied subconsciously.
It's weird, it's weird that he could be so good in that kind of hellish place, but he was so good in a high school.
Yayoi did not answer his words immediately, but looked down at the toes of her shoes in a daze for a while. There was some snow on the ground, and there were some white snowflakes on the shoes.
After watching for a while, Yayoi raised her head and said, "That's good."
She finally didn't lose him.
Satoru pulled down his small sunglasses. The sight blocked by the sunglasses could only see the thermal image of the human figure. The sight unblocked by the sunglasses would cause too much information to flow into the brain through the sight, which would cause the brain to be exhausted and overheated, but when he looked at Yayoi, he couldn't detect any information about the magic power on her body, only simple breathing, heartbeat, and pulse.
The Yayoi in sight was half a head taller than when they first met, her hair was much longer than then, and the childish look on her face was gradually fading away.
He thought again of the woman he had seen in the illusion, somewhere between an adolescent girl and an adult woman, with the beauty of an adult woman and the ignorance of an underage girl. The only thing that had not changed was the bright red hair.
Satoru: "..."
That's none of his business.
Yayoi straightened her legs and jumped up from the chair, "I'm going home."
"Mom is going to make sukiyaki today." Yayoi picked up the plastic bag and prepared to go home.
"Then I'm going to your house for dinner today." Satoru also stretched out his long legs and jumped up from the bench.
Yayoi had never seen a human being who was so confident about eating and drinking, so she stuffed a plastic bag into Satoru's hand. The contents were not heavy for him.
"Then you have to help me carry my things." Yayoi said.
Satoru pouted, but finally followed her back with the bag in hand.
The snow was still falling, slowly falling, and in the hazy snowflakes, the red color also looked hazy.
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5 Satoru: The cursed spirit was successfully exorcised, the finger was successfully recovered, and the redhead was successfully deceived.
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[0] The original meaning of the title of this chapter:
"The mountain winding road turns away and you are nowhere to be seen, leaving a trail of horses in the sky above the snow."
From "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" by Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty.
This sentence describes the parting scene between the poet and his friends. It uses plain and simple language to express the sincere feelings of the soldiers towards their comrades.
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[1] This refers to a kind of artistic conception. It means that when practitioners seek tranquility, countless distracting thoughts will appear in their hearts, or even appear in front of their eyes. The Buddha told practitioners that all these illusory images are mostly hindered by karma or enemies and creditors. Either transforming into a god or transforming into a Buddha. At this time, when the gods stand in the way, the gods will be killed, and if the Buddhas stand in the way, the Buddha will be killed.
Especially when a person is dying, this kind of scene will appear. He can only follow his own master Buddha, and do not follow any other Buddhas. Other Buddhas are not true Buddhas.
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