Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 60
Chapter 60: Extra Story
When you were young.
[16-year-old high school Satoru × 25-year-old special grade sorcerer Yayoi]
(つ▀¯▀)つ
"Warm, red hair like a winter flame."
He had been dreaming a lot lately.
All kinds of dreams.
To be honest, Satoru didn't hate those dreams, he even liked them, but he would never admit it verbally.
Satoru was born in December, the winter of December.
The winter in Tokyo was very cold. In December, the bare branches outside the window were already covered with fine snow, and the white flowers look like icing sprinkled on a kikufuku.
When you take a breath outside in the winter, you could get a burst of white mist.
When Satoru opened the window in the morning, the world he saw was all white. It had snowed all night, and the white snow covered the whole world.
The cold air rushed in through the open window and penetrated into his collar. Satoru couldn't hold it back. His nose itched and he sneezed suddenly, he closed the window decisively.
The heating was on in the room, so even if he wore a thin long-sleeved shirt, he wouldn't feel the cold. There were two seasons inside and outside the room.
Satoru poured himself a glass of water. The water poured down from the spout, and the mist steamed up.
Satoru picked up the water cup, and the rising water kept steaming up, making the rim of the cup wet. The rising water mist blurred his vision.
'Gojo.'
Bright red hair.
Beautiful red hair.
Warm, red hair like a winter flame.
The red-haired owner pushed his head and told him to stop fussing, saying it was very itchy.
'Is it itchy? Where does it itchy?'
The places where the skin he wanted to touch– the neck, cheeks, forehead, were all warm, and the red hair tickled his face, as light as a feather.
Warm.
It's like hugging a sun, or like hugging a cat with its own warm body temperature. The body was so soft that he couldn't put it down.
"Hot, hot, hot!"
The result of being distracted was that his lips were burned by the boiled water.
Satoru was holding the still steaming cup of water, and the water splashed on his clothes. The water stains were not obvious on the black long-sleeved shirt, and waves of warm and moist feeling spread across his chest.
Satoru paused for a moment, holding the cup and looking at the smudged water stains, feeling a little dazed.
*knock* *knock*
There was a knock on the door behind me.
"Satoru, are you awake?" Suguru's voice came from outside the door.
Satoru tugged at the wet long-sleeved shirt, tugged down the corner of his mouth, put down the cup in his hand, and quickly took out new underwear and uniforms from the closet and put them on.
'Is it itchy? Where does it itchy?'
Red hair, slender white neck, and red lips.
She pushed his head and told him to stop making trouble.
Suddenly he wanted to take it a step further.
So he really did it.
The white head directly dug into her neck, rubbing hard, turning his cheek slightly, rubbing his cheek against her cheek, and rubbing all the way. Her neck, cheeks, forehead. His breath brushed against her skin, and her red hair brushed against his cheek.
Put his hands around her waist, and her entire back was pressed against him without any gap. Through the thin clothes, they could clearly feel each other's body temperature.
'Everywhere itches.'
Her hand pushed his head hard, but she didn't dare to use any force.
'You didn't tell where it was itchy.'
He rubbed her cheek again.
'Then I have to check everywhere.'
She moved his head, and her red hair fell from her shoulders with the movement.
With the intention of teasing her, Satoru tightened his hand on her waist and pressed his face against hers without any gap.
His eyes turned and he focused on her lips. The red lips were watery and looked as soft as delicate cherry blossom petals, and like strawberry-flavored pudding.
Satoru lowered his head.
'Orange soda flavor.'
It tasted like orange soda.
'Very soft.'
Like pudding.
Orange soda flavored pudding.
Satoru almost exploded on the spot.
Suguru took out a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of orange soda from the vending machine next to him. He looked at the mineral water, then at the orange soda, and then at Satoru who was slumped on the bench under the tree.
Satoru raised his hand to cover most of his face, but it could be roughly seen from the exposed skin that this guy was blushing terribly.
Suguru turned his head and looked at the bare branches above his head.
There was a heavy snowfall last night, and there were still crystal clear snowflakes hanging on the black tree branches, flickering under the sun, and a puff of white mist filled the air with just a slight breath.
'This weather is already considered cold.'
But the guy under the tree was almost ripe from the heat.
Suguru decided to show some care to his temporarily demented friend for the first time in a long time, so he walked over with a slightly cold orange soda and handed it to Satoru, who was almost ripe, "Here, cool down?"
Satoru subconsciously reached out to take the soda and put down his arm.
'It is indeed almost ripe.'
Suguru wondered.
After focusing his eyes, Satoru was startled again when he saw the orange soda in his hand. His sunglasses slid down and he stared at Suguru with the unobstructed Six Eyes, "Why is it orange soda?!"
While Suguru was confused, he felt that there was something wrong with this person, "What's the problem?"
Satoru jumped up from the bench, with a blush still on his face, and glared at Suguru with his Six Eyes menacingly, "Yes, it's a big problem!"
'The taste of orange soda.'
'Soft as pudding.'
Suguru looked suspiciously at Satoru, who had been going crazy since a few days ago. First, he blushed inexplicably when he saw red, and then he started to giggle inexplicably while lying on the desk.
After a late-winter snowfall, the green belts on both sides of the high school approach became dots of green. It wouldn't be long before the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
Cats in spring were always accompanied by all kinds of things.
If he hadn't been sure that this cat was a real single dog, Suguru would have thought that this cat had a girlfriend.
Suguru rubbed his chin a few times. If he didn't have a girlfriend, then... he had a girl he liked?
The black-haired boy went through all the girls he had seen in the past few days in his mind, first excluding Shoko and Utahime, and then the women he saw during the mission to exorcise the cursed spirits.
There were indeed some girls who fell in love with Satoru's face at first sight. Although his character was terrible, those girls really couldn't stand his face.
But in the end, those girls who fell in love with Satoru's face at first sight would be scared away by Satoru's bad character when his true colors were revealed.
Suguru thought hard, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tall white cat huddled on the bench with his knees in his arms. The latter's face was almost familiar, and he really couldn't figure out which girl this guy was attracted to.
To be honest, Suguru was shocked. He was used to Satoru's bad personality, but who was this innocent high school boy? Satoru Gojo?
The shocked mood couldn't hold back the secret desire to watch a good show. Suguru decided to enjoy the show and was ready to watched it. By the way, he secretly shared it with Shoko and Yaga-sensei.
Among the three people, the one who had known Satoru the longest was Yaga. The two of them have known each other since Satoru was still a short-limbed bean. Time was like a butcher's knife, turning the formerly indifferent Six Eyes son of god into an unpleasant man who controlled everything in the world.
Now this horrible man actually in love? Although it was one-sided, it was enough to make Yaga stunned.
The homeroom teacher, who had the face of a Showa cadre, had an unprecedented serious expression. It took a long time before he uttered a syllable, "Maji?"
Suguru nodded, turned his head and shifted his gaze to the white-haired boy slumped on the desk, "Do you see that he occasionally giggles in the past two days?"
Yaga: "..."
It really was.
"He will also stare at a place in a daze, and he will blush from time to time." Suguru added.
Yaga: "..."
Nothing wrong.
"It's so miserable." Shoko expressed sympathy.
Yaga was silent for a moment, "Yes, having a crush is very hard."
According to Satoru's character, if he had caught someone, he would have shown off to the whole world, but so far they have no information at all. What did this mean? This showed that this guy was still in the period of secret love.
"No." Shoko corrected her teacher, "I mean, the girl Gojo fell in love with was really miserable."
Suguru: "..."
Yaga: "..."
There's nothing wrong with that either.
After the school bell rang, Yaga rushed the two students back to class. Today was a day full of theory classes. Theory class was the best time to take a nap when you were sleepy. Yaga, who had experienced school days, just want these trouble-making talents to study well.
There was a thin layer of snowflakes on the glass window outside the classroom, and the blurry outline of branches outside the window could be seen through the glass window.
Golden sunlight poured down from the branches, and the white snowflakes were reflected with a thin golden color.
After the bell rang, Yaga folded the textbooks on the platform. Before leaving, he told the two troublemakers and female students in the audience.
"I will be on a business trip these days." Yaga said calmly.
"Sensei, please feel free to go on a business trip." Suguru said with a smile, "We will complete the task well."
The white-haired boy next to him nodded wildly, looking like a well-behaved cat.
Yaga gave Suguru a hard look with distrustful eyes of 'I believe you talk nonsense'.
Among the three people, he was most worried about these two troublemakers. One of them could cause him trouble by accident. There were countless emergencies such as natural gas leakage accidents caused by the evil spirits who refused to release the "curtain".
Therefore, he chose to fight fire with fire.
"So there will be someone here to watch over you on my behalf these days."
To watch you two little b*stards.
Satoru's cat face immediately fell.
"Let me tell you first, don’t cry and complain if you don’t understand anything." Satoru held his chin, stretched out his long legs, and muttered impatiently.
"Don't worry, what she's best at is breaking the legs of brats your age." Yaga said coolly, "She is one of the four special grade sorcerer in the current jujutsu society."
Satoru paused.
"Special grade sorcerer?" Satoru folded his hands, put them behind his head, and curled his lips, "Is it better than 'me' and Suguru?" [1]
"Don't always call yourself 'me', Satoru." Suguru reluctantly corrected his friend's self-identification, "The four special grade sorcerers, excluding you and me, are Yuki Tsukumo who has been away from performing tasks overseas for a long time. The other one seems to be a woman too, I'm not sure." [1]
"The higher-ups attitude towards her is very ambiguous. On the one hand, apart from you and me, she is the only special grade sorcerer that can be used. On the other hand, she is not very 'obedient', and she rarely does anything that goes against her own wishes." Suguru said, "A very special person."
It was a long time ago that he met the senior management by chance. At that time, several old men were jumping around in the conference room and yelling curses. The names they cursed seemed to be—
"Yayoi Amamiya." Suguru said, "That seems to be her name."
"Have you seen this building?" Yaga said suddenly.
The two high school boys followed their teacher's line of sight and looked past a large area of bare trees to a half-exposed building. Compared to other buildings in the high school, this building was more in line with the standards of today's buildings.
"I see, what's wrong?" Satoru said.
"That building was newly built two years before you two entered school." Yaga said coolly, "The original building was destroyed by that girl's punch."
He still remembered that the day the building collapsed, his heart also collapsed.
Satoru: "..."
Suguru: "..."
Compared with ordinary cherry blossoms, Kan-hizakura was more resistant to cold weather. In the February climate, there was still white snow. Several Kan-hizakura plants in the high school were said to have been carefully cultivated by gardeners and could bloom well even in February.
Slender flower branches and clusters of crimson flowers extend from the end. The crimson flowers fell on the white snow, which was both elegant and gorgeous.
One day on a routine mission, Satoru and Suguru returned to the high school and saw cherry blossoms in full bloom and plain snow falling.
"Satoru, it seems that special grade sorcerer is arriving at the high school today." Suguru remembered Yaga's words that day and couldn't help but tell Satoru, "She is a teacher after all, please be polite."
Although she seemed to have been specially found by Yaga-sensei, otherwise a special grade sorcerer wouldn't have come to the high school.
"Heh," Satoru curled his lips, his face full of reluctance, "I don't want to worry about a weak guy."
The flowers of the Kan-hizakura were small and soft, falling like misty snow. If you get close, you could still smell the faint fragrance of the flowers. The breath of spring spread silently in the winter.
The flowers were as fresh as elves, blooming in the remaining snow in winter, like jumping flames.
Suddenly, Satoru thought of the red color in his dream, exuding a faint smell of orange soda, and her lips were as soft as cherry blossoms.
Satoru's face turned red visibly, like a kettle boiling on the stove, still steaming. He stretched out his hand and carefully caught a fallen cherry blossom. The delicate Kan-hizakura lay quietly in the palm of his hand, when his fingertips brushed against the soft petals, he felt that they were extremely soft.
*rattle* *rattle*
The rollers rolled on the bluestone floor, and the air flowed into the ears of the two young people.
The ground paved with bluestones passed through the torii and extended into the interior of the college, guiding visitors on their way.
Looking back, they saw a bright red that was more vivid and brighter than the red of Kan-hizakura. The pure red was like a jumping flame in the cold winter.
The visitor's hair was a bright and eye-catching red.
It's also the color red in Satoru's dreams.
The soft red hair was spread on the shoulders, falling like a waterfall along the shoulders, and the amber eyes were like the clear sunlight leaking from the blooming cherry blossoms.
A red-haired woman came from the other side of the shrine, holding a medium-sized suitcase. The rollers at the bottom of the box slid and made a purring sound. The clusters of cherry blossoms were caressed by the cool wind in late winter, making a rustling sound.
The rollers at the bottom of the box stopped rotating, and the red-haired woman stood under the tree, looking in a daze at the Kan-hizakura blooming on the branches.
The moment Satoru saw that face clearly, the kettle boiling water on the stove began to boil again, and the steaming steam seemed to lift the lid off.
After studying in a high school for a year, Suguru had never seen a woman with such distinctive hair color in a high school. Her facial features were beautiful, and she had a soft face like an oriental beauty. She had the beauty of an adult woman, but also the childishness of a young girl. He looked at her in a daze for a while, and her eyes were as blurry as a cat's.
The black-haired boy elbowed Satoru, "Satoru, do you know her?"
Looking back, he found that the face of his only true friend in his life was so red that it was almost ripe.
Suguru was dumbfounded. He looked at the woman and then at Satoru. He went back and forth like this until the suitcase's rollers started to rotate again. The other person seemed to have seen the two of them. She tilted her head and saw the uniforms on their bodies. Her pupils showed a look of understanding.
"Good noon, red-haired lady." Suguru, a top student who was familiar with others and polite in dealing with others, bent his eyes and said hello naturally, "How can I help you?"
"I came to see Yaga-senpai," she said, "he said he had something very important to entrust to me."
Suguru paused, "Are you...?"
The other person tilted her head, her red hair swaying like a veil, "I am Yayoi, Yayoi Amamiya."
The simple introduction did not make it clear that she was the special grade sorcerer who came to break the legs of the two boys.
Yaga was very happy. Yaga was super happy. When he saw the redhead pulling a suitcase and breaking the legs of two little b*stards, he was so happy. He was already bald since he took those two problem students with him. Well, the last time he had such baldness was when he had little red hair.
"Long time no see, Yayoi." Although he was very happy, he habitually maintained a serious and rigorous attitude in dealing with things. Even if his face could show a relaxed expression, it couldn't be seen that he was very happy.
But Yayoi happened to be the kind of red-haired creature that moved by feeling, and she clearly felt that Yaga was very happy.
"Long time no see, Yaga-senpai, you are very happy." Yayoi blinked.
The two people who had not seen each other for a long time briefly greeted each other, and the two troubled teenagers next to them were already chatting.
Before the heat on Satoru's face went down, Suguru leaned over with confusion on his face, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, what can happen to me?" Satoru put his hands in his pockets, looking at the sky and cherry blossoms as if nothing had happened.
In Suguru's eyes, he was just a big cat who pretended to be calm but actually flicked his tail restlessly. It's no wonder that this was okay.
The two boys heard bits and pieces of the conversation of the two adults not far away, mixed with some words about the 'Zenin family', 'Kawabata family' and 'the Big Three Sorcerer Families'.
Without further chatting, Yayoi was about to go to the teachers' and staffs' dormitory, but halfway she was blocked by a big white cat that appeared out of nowhere.
Suguru: "..."
Yaga: "..."
What were you going to do again?
The big white cat swung his tail restlessly, with small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at the red-haired beauty in front of him through the thin sunglass lenses.
Yayoi didn't know where she had offended this big cat, and she tilted her head in confusion.
Satoru looked up and down at the redhead that suddenly appeared. This face was definitely hers.
The big white cat lowered his head slightly, and the beautiful hair whorl came into view. In the illusory dream, 'he' rubbed this beautiful hair whorl countless times, and when he buried his nose, he was filled with the smell of orange soda.
Satoru leaned closer to smell her hair.
Yayoi was not as tall as him, but he was very tall, more than a head taller than her. Satoru lowered his head slightly and moved his nose slightly, and the faint and sour fragrance of orange soda penetrated into his nostrils.
The blurry impression suddenly became clear.
This action was quite ambiguous in the eyes of onlookers.
"You..." Satoru moved his lips, wanting to say something, but the last words that came out of his mouth ended up being, "Where did you come from, redhead?"
Totally provocative.
Suguru: "..."
Yaga: "..."
The red-haired woman really thought about it seriously, and finally came to the conclusion, "I'm from Tokyo."
Suguru: "..."
Suguru looked at Yaga with twitching eyes, "...Yaga-sensei?"
The corners of Yaga's eyes were also twitching, "..."
Yayoi, he discovered as early as in high school that this red-haired girl's IQ and EQ went up and down at irregular intervals, but her intuition was so accurate that it happened to be weird.
The corners of Suguru's eyes twitched wildly, and he asked Yaga in a low voice, "Is such a teacher really reliable?"
Was she really not going to be fooled to no end by Satoru?
Yaga: "..."
Don't ask him, he didn't know.
"Where did you come from, big cat?" Yayoi bent her eyes like a cunning cat.
Satoru felt that his old heart was beating fast, so fast, that the unnatural temperature climbed up from his neck bit by bit.
After December, he saw this cat-like red-haired girl in his dreams countless times. Her red hair and amber eyes were like the sunlight pouring down from the branches in the morning. He was intimate with the redhead, but his actions were not under his control, but the feeling of skin-to-skin contact was clearly left over from the dream to reality.
Satoru on the other side was so happy that little flowers blossomed.
Suguru suddenly understood. He looked at his teacher with a calm expression like an old dog with his small eyes, "As expected of you, Yaga-sensei."
High, really high.
He actually thought of using a honey trap.
If the world could be repeated, Suguru would definitely choose to listen carefully to Yaga-sensei who was on a business trip. If he listened carefully to Yaga-sensei, he would not throw this redhead out of nowhere to be their substitute teacher. Then his life would not be so difficult. Satoru was enough, so why did a redhead appear?
It was said that this red-haired teacher did not have a teaching qualification certificate.
Satoru had been very restless recently, especially when Yayoi was around. He was even more restless. He interrupted Yayoi's class time and time again, and did not lower the "curtain" properly when exorcising the cursed spirit. The restless white cat also liked to tease his red-haired teacher.
Suguru saw this, and although he said a few words to Satoru, he actually didn't move much. Occasionally, he was led by Satoru and forced to dance.
So it was no surprise that the two of them had their legs broken by Yayoi in the practical class. The two high school boys who had their legs broken were confused. The beautiful sunshine of late winter and early spring shone on their young and energetic faces, and their minds were filled with confusion. A certain sentence that Yaga-sensei said before going on a business trip hovered around.
'Don't worry, what she's best at is breaking the legs of brats your age.'
Suguru: "..."
Just... just ride on the reality of the world.
Teachers without teaching certificates were so scary.
Shoko next to them took a deep breath and was glad that she didn't follow them. She looked at the two boys who were lying on the ground with their arms stretched out on their backs, 'you were resting on my arm and I was resting on your thigh'. She had a sympathetic expression on her face. And this sympathy was accompanied by joy, and the joy was accompanied by gloating.
Finally, someone could defeat these two nasty things.
The two boys whose legs were broken were held by Yayoi, one under her arm and the other on her shoulder. She walked towards the school infirmary without blushing or panting.
The two boys were thrown on the bed in the school infirmary. The red-haired teacher walked out of the infirmary without saying anything.
Shoko sighed, her conscience protesting at this time, so she honestly used the Reverse Cursed Technique on these two down-and-out contemporaries. By the way, she only healed the two broken legs.
Shoko quickly took out various sterilizing and medical supplies from the school infirmary. After disinfecting the wounds on the two boys' faces, Shoko patted a few OK bandages on the two handsome faces without showing mercy at all.
"Just calm down," Shoko said, "Yayoi-sensei is different from Yaga-sensei. If she says she wants to break your legs, she will actually break your legs."
Satoru grimaced in pain as Shoko slapped him a bandage on his face, "This is unscientific."
Six Eyes couldn't detect the cursed power on her, so she could naturally avoid Six Eyes' sight. As long as she didn't use technique, he couldn't detect her cursed energy.
"Her technique is very strange." Satoru poked the ball on Suguru's head with a cotton swab in boredom, thinking of the golden chain that lifted off the ground, "If it gets entangled, the cursed energy in the body will unable to flow. "
The activation of the technique required sufficient cursed energy, just like the operation of electrical appliances required sufficient electricity. Without the cursed energy, no matter how excellent the technique was, it was useless.
And her fists...
The two boys thought of the opening punch at the same time. The bluestone on the ground was smashed open, the sand underneath was lifted up, dust flew up with the cherry blossoms, and the entire training ground was instantly in a mess.
She wrap the cursed energy around her fist and punch it out explosively.
It's not just physical strengthening.
Being able to do this meant that her ability to control cursed energy was quite high.
Certainly—
If that fist hit someone, it would kill them.
After this fight, both Satoru and Suguru realized that if they were purely using taijutsu, together they would not be Yayoi's opponent.
"I lost even after using the technique."
The white cat who had encountered the first defeat in his life was vaguely restless, and the fighting spirit in his body had not dissipated. He poked the ball on Suguru's head restlessly.
"Satoru, do you know her?" Suguru grabbed the cotton swab from Satoru's hand, folded it into two pieces and threw it into the trash can. He had been wanting to ask for a long time.
Satoru paused. The balls on Suguru's head suddenly lost their fragrance, and his cheeks turned crimson. The white cat lowered his head shyly, "It doesn't count as acquaintance."
Ouch, so shy.
Shoko: "..."
Suguru: "..."
'I didn't know you, a shy bubble teapot? Have you forgotten that she just broke your leg?'
*click—*
The door was pushed open, and the two boys quickly jumped out of the bed the moment the door was pushed open. In order to avoid having their legs broken again, they behaved in a good manner.
Yayoi walked in with a plastic bag in her hand. The plastic bag contained several cans. It had obviously been taken out of the refrigerator not long ago. The thin plastic film of the plastic bag was stained with moisture.
The white cat jumped up from the bed in an instant, grabbed the red-haired teacher's shoulder, and hung on her like an octopus. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and cried aggrievedly.
"Yayoi, it hurts~"
The ending sounded coquettish, and the voice trembled slightly, which was extremely pitiful.
Shoko: "..."
Suguru: "..."
'Suddenly I feel like I have a new understanding of the creature called "Satoru Gojo"!'
The warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck sporadically, as light and fluttering as feathers, and the person touching her was like a coquettish big white cat.
When Yayoi got into a fight, she didn't recognize her allies.
When Satoru and Suguru proposed to fight her, she agreed without hesitation. The old and new accounts were settled together, and their legs were broken.
Yayoi only felt that she was a beast. The cat was so cute, but she actually broke the cat's legs.
Yayoi touched the cat's soft hair distressedly, "Then I won't hit you next time."
She really regretted it, she was a beast QAQ
Satoru rubbed Yayoi's hair aggrievedly, his eyes caught sight of Yayoi's red ears, and he thought that was indeed the case.
Sensitive areas and habits were the same.
'I think I'm going to fall in love.'
The big white cat's tail was up and down, but he didn't forget to cry in grievance.
Suguru: "..."
He had to be beaten and eat dog food, and he couldn't live this life.
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In this side story, Yayoi's mother still died young. Yayoi is nine years older than Satoru.
When she is young, she does not meet Satoru and Suguru, nor does she meet her brother when she is fifteen.
After her mother died, she is basically alone, so she is not as lively as the little red-haired girl in the main plot. She doesn't like to deal with people very much, she only likes cats.
Satoru is like a cat, so she likes him, simply likes him like a cat, even if this cat is very cute. By the way, Yayoi in this extra story also has a fat orange cat. Gojo can see the cat master when he goes to her dormitory.
Yaga and Yuki Tsukumo are her seniors. Because of her special physiques, she is once regarded as Heavenly Restriction without cursed energy, until she uses King Kong to block them. The new building in the high school is funded by Yayoi, because the old building is destroyed by her.
Because she is a top-level sorcerer, her family's fortune is turned upside down. Naturally, the Zenin family finds out that she is the child of the last descendant of the Kawabata family. With her cursed technique and special physique, they naturally thinks that she has inherited their family's cursed technique.
When trying to win over Yayoi, she has their legs broken and thrown out because of her bad attitude. The building is also smashed at that time.
ps: The Yayoi Gojo dreamed of is the 25-year-old red-haired Yayoi who sends another person to the police station when he is twelve years old.
As for Gojo.
Gojo the Cat: dokidoki—
The heart to fight is moved inexplicably.
Sorcerers are always crazy when they fight, just like Gojo-sensei flicks Megumi on the forehead and caused a concussion.
[1] Here, Gojo addressed himself as 'ore' in Japanese when he was young.
Ore: おれ (俺). As a first-person pronoun with an extremely rough image or arrogant, it is only used in a casual setting between people who are very close.
But 'ore' is considered "vulgar" (vulgar in the sense of popular slang), and is extremely common among teenage boys. You wouldn't use it when speaking with people you don't know or those with a higher status than you. Dialectally, however, ore is used by both men and women, typically of the older generation. But it's not common for women to used it, and may be a feature of casual speech in certain regional dialects.
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