Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 88
Chapter 88: Clear Drop
Twinkle Twinkle and a crash course in fighting.
She remembered the day she passed the interview. Yaga said that being a sorcerer was a job that made people unhappy.
Buried deep in the human heart were all messy things. To put it bluntly, wishes were desires. Desire drove human beings to constantly collect things that could satisfy themselves, but in the end they could not fill the heart occupied by desire.
The more greedy people were, the more their desires would expand. The more their desires would expand, the more greedy they would become.
The haze hidden deep in the heart overflowed from the small body of human beings, gathered and compressed somewhere, and finally evolved into something like a cursed spirit, inheriting human greed and desire, and continuing human negative emotions.
The more negative emotions were absorbed, the more powerful the curse became. Like a piece of cloth accidentally stained with sparks, the flame spread silently, greedily occupied what it could. The fire burned more intensely, and the body changed. It grew bigger, its malice grew stronger, its thinking became closer to humans, it crazily devoured living creatures, biting off bones, tearing muscles and bones, and swallowing its contents. The greater the power of the curse, the more it wanted to devour humans.
Devour the creatures that made them.
Silvery white splashed all over the ground, and the undulating mountains in the distance were shrouded in a thin layer of hazy mist.
In the silent night, the chirping of summer insects stretched into a line, but stopped chirping in an instant.
*clang—*
Something hit the railing hard, and the metal railing was deformed by the impact. The thing that hit the railing didn't care about the pain. After staggering a few times to stabilize its body, it turned around and ran away.
It wanted to escape.
That guy was so awesome.
It had been killed numerous times.
The muscles were torn countless times, blood spurted out countless times, the muscles and bones were cut off countless times, the head was penetrated by the blade, and the limbs were cut off and it hurt like hell.
Just like countless days and nights in the past, it quietly waited for the coming of night during the day. The dark night filled the sky, and the night when the stars were gray was the time for activities. People who walk in here with fear were delicious food.
If the prey had entered the hunting range of the wild beast, it would be devoured.
It no longer remembered how many humans it had killed that have come here. It only remembered that it wanted to eat. It only remembered that its whole body hurts. It kept eating and kept hurting. Pain and hunger were like tarsal bones, entangled, roaring, and clamoring.
The rolling shutter door was slowly opened, and the silver-white moonlight poured in. The rustling wind was blocked from the door. A thin woman stood at the door, and the shadow of her feet was reflected diagonally on the cement-paved ground.
The cursed spirit kept crying out in pain.
Maybe it’s because the curse spirits were born from humans. The cursed spirits always imitate humans and say some fragmentary words, such as broken glass blocks and intermittent old movie reels. The curse power was concentrated on the cursed spirits. At the same time, it also carried the paranoia of human beings into it and mixed it into the body of the cursed spirit.
Yayoi kept hearing it cry out in pain. Yayoi didn't know the cause of the pain or the reason why it couldn't be killed.
Pain was not for anything, hunger was not for anything, because the people who gave birth to it suffer, and the people who gave birth to it were hungry, it would be inherited and continued.
Yayoi didn't know how many times she cut its muscles and chopped off its bones with a knife, how many times the corpse dissipated, and how many times it reunited when the moon rose after the evil moment passed.
The malice and obsession lingering here could not be dispersed, and the cursed spirit could not be exorcised.
The gauzy moonlight spread across the quiet streets, and the cry of night owls undulated in the wind.
Yayoi stood on the street, watching the thin boy walk further and further away. After noticing the sight behind him, the boy turned around and fell on her with a blank and puzzled gaze.
Yayoi waved to him, turned and left towards the other end of the street. The boy stood there blankly, watching the red-haired woman slowly merge into the soft moonlight, and the shadow behind her was dragged long.
After returning to the hotel, Yayoi took a shower. The warm water sprayed from the fluffy hair washed onto the smooth floor and flowed into the sewer along the floor drain. The strong water vapor filled the small bathroom.
The rain fell silently from the clouds, hitting the glass panel of the window, making a series of drops.
Rain covered the windows, and the night lights were covered in rain and stuck to the smooth glass panels.
Yayoi walked out of the bathroom with a towel on her head, took out her coat from the sofa, and called Satoru.
"Moshi moshi, this is great teacher Satoru Gojo~" A happy voice rang on the phone, like warm water surging in her heart, "Hey, is Yayoi-chan lonely? What problem does Gojo-sensei need to solve?"
The rain was falling outside the window, and the drops fell on the glass like a symphony.
Yayoi kicked her bare feet and said in a frustrated voice, "We're in trouble."
Satoru, who was far away in Tokyo, heard her voice and inexplicably thought of the kitten with droopy ears. He couldn't help but smile, "Can't figure it out? Really?"
"I don't seem to be able to handle it anymore." Yayoi shrank her toes and sounded a little frustrated, "No matter how hard I cut, I can't kill it."
"Sounds awesome~" the big cat on the phone trailed off in a long tone, sounding like a cello suddenly elongating its pitch.
The rain on a summer night brought with it burst of refreshing coolness, dispelling the heat in the air.
Satoru slowly began to explain the curse to her.
"Hey, here comes the question, how was the curse formed?" Satoru's happy voice came again.
"People's negative emotions?" Yayoi answered his question honestly.
"Yes." Satoru's chuckle came from the phone, "All curses have a common origin, and that is human beings."
Yayoi paused.
"Gojo."
"Um?"
"What's in the human heart?" Yayoi asked softly.
The words she spoke were transmitted to somewhere in Tokyo along with the sound of crackling rain on her mobile phone.
The phone in her hand made no sound for a long time, and the dark tree shadows swayed against the cold window, shaking off tiny splashes of water.
"All kinds of desires." After a long time, Satoru's unhurried answer came from the phone.
"Desires?" Yayoi paused.
"It's not terrible to have desires." Yayoi heard Satoru smile. "Human beings are creatures born in this world with desires. If one day, desires surpass reason and let them go, that would be the worst."
Yayoi shook her legs, and the rain outside the window splashed on the glass window. The rainwater slid against the glass surface, and the trail of water caused the lights to turn into blurry blocks of color, reflecting her face.
"I think I know." Yayoi tilted her head.
In the dark city, the blurry lights look so gentle.
Orange lights were lifted from the ceiling overhead and scattered thinly on the smooth floor.
Yayoi sat on the bed covered with white quilts, looking down at her toes, her bare feet, her toenails were cut round and glowing with a healthy pink color.
"Are you asleep?" Satoru's voice came from the phone.
Yayoi: "No."
"It's raining in Kawasaki, Gojo." Yayoi said, "It's raining hard."
"Hey, it's easy to get lonely on rainy days." Master Gojo's rude voice sounded again, and finally his voice gradually became deeper, like a cello playing over the top, "Are you too lonely and can't sleep? I can tell you a bedtime story~"
Yayoi's eyes dulled, "All you tell are ghost stories."
She had not forgotten that more than ten years ago, the ghost story told by this man did not scare her, but frightened himself. After he tried to enter Suguru's room in the middle of the night and was kicked out, he entered her room again.
"Then let's not tell ghost stories." Satoru's voice smiled, "Sleeping Beauty is fine too."
"Do you want me to kiss you to sleep?" The voice that came over the radio was low, with a lazy feeling unique to cats.
Yayoi thought about that kiss again. The flames burned the sky black, the red sun sank into the mountains, and the cry of returning birds echoed in the lonely sky.
The warm tongue swept across her lips, probed into her mouth, and swept over the tip of her tongue. The sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue.
That kiss was sweet.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that he seemed to have eaten a honey cake during the day.
The temperature on her cheeks rose silently and couldn't come down no matter what.
Yayoi turned around and buried her face in the soft quilt, the smell of softener entering her nose.
The rain gradually weakened, and the rain falling on the weather shield was like a wooden mallet hitting the sound bars of a xylophone, making it clear and crisp.
"Then— what about the thank-you gift?" His voice was full of expectation.
Yayoi paused and sat up from the quilt, "...thank you?"
"Yes, yes." Satoru's voice was lively and happy.
Yayoi: "I didn't think it through."
Satoru: "Then you owe it. Don't forget it. If you forget, I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy, the consequences will be serious."
"Oh, I don't forget." Yayoi answered honestly.
*tick tick tick—*
The rain stopped, and the accumulated water rolled down the gully on the roof and fell on the weather shield. Yayoi saw the sky as clean as if it had been washed by water. It was clear and bright. After the filth and haze were washed away by the rain, the fading starlight reflected on the clear sky.
"Gojo, the stars are out." Yayoi said.
Satoru paused, then slowly said, "Yes."
"The light of the stars is very gentle." Yayoi said.
She remembered a summer night more than ten years ago, when the sky was clear and bright stars fell into the small courtyard. The sky was covered with stars, and the old trees were fluttering their green branches and leaves.
Time was passing, the era was advancing, and industry was also progressing. The invisible haze had obscured the brightness of the stars. It had been a long time since she saw the stars as bright as pearls that she saw when she was young.
"Yayoi." Satoru's voice came from the phone again.
"I'm here."
The young man's voice suddenly became serious, "Come back and sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' to me."
Yayoi: ???
"I don't care, I still want to listen." He pushed even further, "I still want to listen to what you sing."
"I'll sing it to you when I get back."
Just sing, you were a cat, you were the biggest.
When she got up in the morning, clear raindrops were still hanging under the hotel's weatherboard.
Yayoi changed her clothes, carried the long sword in her backpack, put the student ID card she picked up in the abandoned warehouse yesterday into her pocket, and went out.
Akari, who went to contact the local curse-related organization "Window" overnight, sent her a message. From the establishment of the paper mill to its abandonment, to what happened in recent years, everything was written in the file in detail.
Furthermore, there was information about the unlucky kid Junpei who broke into an abandoned warehouse last night and had a face-to-face encounter with the cursed spirit.
In the photo sent by Akari, the boy's thick bangs cover most of his face. The one eye exposed was a slightly delicate almond eye with a soft olive green pupil. He was not smiling or had any other expression. He looked like an unhappy child.
A second-year student at Kanagawa Satozakura High School, who was supposed to be a sophomore in high school in April this year, went through the formalities of suspending school at the beginning of the school year.
Yayoi suddenly thought of the boy trying to escape in the abandoned warehouse, and the lock in front of the rolling shutter door.
After the screen slowly turned off, Yayoi stuffed the phone into the screen. The owner of the student ID card he picked up was called 'Mika Nijima'. After wiping off the dust and mud on the student ID card, the school emblem printed on it was retained. When compared with the file sent by Akari, there was no difference. It was the same one.
Junpei dropped out of school at the beginning of his second year of high school and was probably not in school now. The file Akari sent contained his home address.
Yayoi thought about blocking him in front of his house. Since they were all students of Satozakura High School, she might know something.
The early morning light fell warmly on people. It was still early and no one was passing by on the bridge. High school students at this time should be going to school, but three idiots formed a group to skip class. Their legs were obviously not good enough for walking. Along the way, they kicked here and there restlessly, knocking over the trash cans on the roadside, and the metal guardrails on the bridge were kicked loudly.
Yayoi's hearing was very developed, and she heard Junpei's name in their conversation, followed by topics such as 'eating bugs' and 'film appreciation clubs'.
"Is he still crying in the abandoned warehouse?" the tall man said smoothly.
"That guy deserves it." The thinner student next to him agreed, "You should be taught a lesson if you look down on others."
Yayoi: "..."
Then there was a sound of punches and kicks in the clear day. Punches hitting the flesh, and the friction of muscles along with hysterical screams echoed in the clear summer sky. After a severe beating, the three guys were hung under the bridge by Yayoi.
The miserable cries of the three idiots, who had never seen anything like this before, echoed under the bridge.
Yayoi jumped on the guardrail, and the river under the bridge flowed past with splashing water. The phone in her pocket rang. Yayoi took out the phone, lit up the screen, and found that it was a message from Satoru.
[Good morning, Yayoi.]
There was also an emoticon of a waving cat on the chat screen.
Yayoi paused and replied a little slower. A crying cat emoticon immediately appeared on the screen.
"Please, please let us go." The tall man couldn't hold himself any longer at first, his calves were trembling.
Cries and begging for mercy rushed to the sky.
Yayoi was too busy coaxing her cat to pay attention to them.
When Junpei was carrying his things and preparing to cross the bridge, the scene he saw was a redhead squatting on the guardrail playing with her mobile phone and three scum hanging under the bridge.
Junpei: "..."
Well done.
Learning to fight was not something you could become a master in just three days.
Yayoi picked up some easy-to-learn and practical skills and taught them to Junpei.
During the day, she ate and sleep, do research and defeat Junpei, and at night, she coaxed the kitty to cue her brother to kill the cursed spirit. Her schedule these days was very regular, fulfilling and meaningful.
The boy was much smarter than she thought. From the initial one-sided beating to imitating and then fighting back, his observation skills were very good, which was not only reflected in the appreciation of film plots and character analysis. He was also good at learning lessons from being beaten.
The initial one-sided beating was not a beating, but rather observing Yayoi's every move during the beating, and then imitating them all, like a grass taking root in the land to absorb moisture, slowly fighting back after strengthening itself.
A few days wouldn't be long, and he wouldn't be able to learn much from Yayoi. What Yayoi gave him was simple and easy to learn, but it was more than enough to deal with ordinary people, at least he wouldn't be beaten unilaterally.
Unlike the previous beatings, Junpei didn't hate the feeling of this beating. The sweat from his skin was flowing down under the sun, and his whole body was filled with a refreshing feeling.
The orange sunset filled the sky, and the color became darker and more gorgeous.
Junpei's wrist was grabbed by Yayoi, and he flipped and fell to the ground.
The boy who was thrown to the ground took a long time to get up and wiped his face covered with grass clippings, "How did you do that?"
It was just a movement, and he was thrown to the ground before he could react.
"It's just hitting the acupuncture point on your arm." Yayoi said.
"You didn't teach me this." Every man wanted to be handsome. It would be a pity not to learn such handsome tricks.
"You can't learn it if you are not familiar with the structure of the human body." Yayoi said, "The prerequisite for learning this is to master all parts of the human body. The weak points of different people will be slightly different. Now only forensic doctors who have been dissecting corpses for many years can master them all."
The boy who was thrown to the ground was a little discouraged, "Then how did you master it?"
"My five senses are much more developed than normal people," Yayoi said. "I can roughly judge the heartbeat and pulse."
At the same time, this was something that someone had engraved in her mind.
Yayoi patted Junpei's bare shoulder and told him with a deep look, "Go back and eat more."
Junpei: ???
"My brother can support two of you." Yayoi said. "His weight has already exceeded 80kg."
Junpei: "...your brother is fat."
"Yuji is not fat." Yayoi said, "He is all muscle, and his body fat rate is in single digits."
Junpei was choked and had nothing to say. While silently writing down the name "Yuji", he couldn't help complaining in his heart. He weighed 80kg and his body fat rate was in single digits. Was your brother a gorilla?
The boy raised his bare arms and decided to eat a few more bowls of rice every day, including protein, eggs and meat.
Yayoi reached out and pulled up Junpei who was sitting on the ground. After the boy wiped off the dust and grass clippings on his clothes, he asked, "Does Yayoi-san live in Tokyo?"
Yayoi: "Living in the suburbs of Tokyo, to be precise."
"Why do you live in the suburbs?" Junpei was a little puzzled. In the past few days, the two laymen and half-experts had discussed things like curses. Usually, the more people there were, the more frequent curses appear.
"The school is in the suburbs."
"School?"
"Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical School, one of the only jujutsu education institutions in Japan."
Junpei was stunned, "That means everyone there can see the curse."
Yayoi said "hmm", indicating that he was right.
"I will go back tomorrow." Yayoi said.
Junpei was stunned for a moment.
It had been almost a week since he suddenly realized.
Time flied so fast.
"Is it so sudden?" Junpei managed to say something.
The days were too calm and peaceful, and his life had become fulfilling. He had to eat at least an extra bowl of rice for every meal these days. His mother was happy for his change and at the same time surprised. When he sneaked out to meet the three guys face to face in broad daylight, those guys did not bully him as before. Instead, they were jealous and fearful, like a rat in the underground sewer, running away in despair.
It's like a person who hadn't felt the warmth of the sun for a long time stood under the sun again, and his body and mind, which have never seen light, feel relieved.
Now that the sun was sinking back into the mountains, he couldn't describe this feeling.
He always feel a little... lonely.
"Tonight, the mission will be completed." Yayoi said.
"Mission?"
"I'm here to complete the mission."
Yayoi took out a student ID card. There was still fine dirt on the old student ID card.
Junpei's eyes fell on the headshot on the student ID card. "Is there anything wrong with this student ID card?"
"Do you know Mika Niijima?" Yayoi asked.
Junpei nodded, "Yes, I've heard of her since I was a freshman in high school. She was a senior in the third grade. She disappeared a year ago and has not been found until now."
"She is not missing," Yayoi said. "She is dead. She died in an abandoned warehouse."
There was actually nothing good about the human heart. If you peel away the layers of cover that covers it, what was exposed was nothing but things that could not see the light and rot in the darkness.
Yayoi had never thought about going to see it, and prying into other people's privacy was not a good thing, but now she had to go.
Sorcerer was such a profession.
Peel off the peaceful face that was wrapped in layers on the outside, revealing the shameful things inside. There were people who were in ups and downs in darkness and filth, and have not been able to break free to this day.
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#Someday in the future:
Junpei: So you are the 80kg gorilla with a single-digit body fat rate!
Little Tiger: ???
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