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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 95: Entering the Boat
We are in pure love!

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The blazing fire was like a giant beast with its bloody mouth. Even if it was contaminated with a little spark, it's enough to make it burn more and more vigorously.

The flame licked the skin, and the pain was transmitted along the pain nerves throughout the body to the brain. The pain was like an insect eating the bone marrow, spreading along the nerves. The moisture in the skin disappeared, the protein solidified, and the skin tissue became hard, brittle, and black. Like dry charcoal, peeling off piece by piece, and a large amount of blood seeped out from the blood vessels.

The respiratory tract was blocked by soot and charcoal. After carbon monoxide poisoning, carboxyhemoglobin in the blood was overflowing, as if someone had strangled the neck. Breathing became difficult and painful. Quietly feel the blood draining from your body.

Most of the people entangled in the fire did not die from the flames. Before being burned into coke by the fire, carbon monoxide poisoning, excessive blood loss, respiratory obstruction and suffocation, any of which could kill the person first.

This world was more convenient than she imagined. There was no need for candles for lighting. What dances in the lampshade was no longer flame tongues, but light energy converted from electricity. Cooled food could be heated in a microwave oven.

The city made of steel was filled with dazzling neon lights, and open fire had become a dangerous thing that needed to be strictly controlled in the city.

In ancient times, people used flames to illuminate the dangerous night, use them to roast food, and drive away wild animals. It brought convenience but also brought endless disasters.

In third year of the Meireki Imperial era (1657), the famous Great Furisode Fire occurred in Edo. More than 100,000 people died in this fire caused by a furisode. The fire lasted for two full days, creating an even stronger fear. Even in the Heisei era, fires were not a rare thing. Fires caused by leakage caused by improper use of electrical appliances, and fires caused by improper handling of chemicals in laboratories.

Human beings could not live without fire, just as fire accompanied human beings all the time.

Maybe it was because she was burned to death, and she instinctively didn't want to see the fire burning.

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She knew very well that she was dreaming. The torii gate, which was scorched black by the flames, collapsed, and the thick snow clouds covered the hazy snow spots.

The Land of Whirlpools was surrounded by the sea on all sides. The wind carried moist water vapor all year round, and there was sufficient rainfall. It was not easy to start a fire.

But if it's man-made, that's a different matter.

There was nothing easier than setting a fire to destroy a country.

Human beings were both cruel and weak creatures. Because of desire and fear, they burned down their hometown, and because of fear of revenge, they were determined to kill every one of their people, including infant babies and decrepit old people, they spare no one and try their best to strangle dangerous seedlings in the cradle.

Her vision was occupied by hazy snow spots, and the cold wind blew sharply on his body like a knife.

The nerves that convey pain to the brain have lost their original ability, and she could neither feel cold nor pain.

But she felt very cold and painful. This winter in the Land of Whirlpool seemed to be colder than last year, and the pain after being burned by the fire seemed to still remain on the body that was burned to a disgraceful state.

Her vitality was so arrogant that even though she was burned beyond recognition, her blood vessels were ruptured, and her organs melted, she still didn't die, leaving her alone to linger in the snow.

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The fragmented memory fragments were scattered in all directions, the vision was turbid, and the white light gathered and dispersed, as if it was overflowing the river bank with floating reeds.

The chirping of birds brought back the consciousness that was stuck in the past, and the coldness of the snow seemed to still remain in the lungs. After being dazed for a long time, Yayoi heard the sound of even breathing, and her forehead touched the smooth contours of a jaw.

The sound of even breathing hit her eardrums. Yayoi was dazed for a long time before she raised her head. Half of the face was buried in the white cat's pillow, and his silver-white hair stood up restlessly from the soft fabric.

Yayoi looked at him for a long time, and it took Satoru a long time before he woke up from his sleep with a groan, and the first thing he saw was the redhead with her brows twisted into knots.

"Morning." The sleepy big cat's voice had a strong nasal sound. He raised his chin, squinted his eyes, and rubbed his hair contentedly.

Her abdomen was a little tight, and her slender arms were wrapped around her waist, and her whole body was sunk into the other person's arms. Through the thin clothes, her heartbeat was beating regularly from her chest to her ears.

"Why did you come to my room again?" Yayoi pushed his head.

Satoru hummed twice, aggrieved, "I can't sleep."

"Can you sleep just by running into my room?" Yayoi wanted to move herself and lie down in a different position, but Satoru's arms suddenly tightened and his body pressed closer to her.

"I can fall asleep just by holding you." The big white cat buried the tip of his nose in the thick red hair, and the sweet orange-scented shampoo filled his nasal cavity.

"..."

Yayoi pushed his head with no avail.

Yayoi didn't dare to use too much force to break the man's neck until the cervical vertebrae were fractured and she had to send him to the hospital.

It couldn't be pushed. It couldn't be pushed.

Yayoi puffed up her cheeks and heard Satoru's consciously suppressed laughter. Yayoi was so angry that she wanted to sit up from the bed but was dragged back into bed by Satoru.

"Sleep a little longer." Satoru purred twice, like a cat in a happy mood.

"..."

Yayoi stared at the ceiling, which was clean and flat for a long time. After a long while, she took a deep breath.

"It's time to get up," she reminded Satoru, "you are a teacher."
The teacher was the gardener who irrigated the flowers, and the flowers of the motherland were still waiting for them to irrigate.

"Let's sleep a little longer~" The white cat clung to her body, dragging out a long coquettish voice, "I don't want to get up~" It's late anyway.

'The flowers of the Jujutsu High School were not ordinary flowers, they water themselves.'

Yayoi: "..."

After being sticky for a long time, Satoru let her go, reluctantly took his hand away and let her get out of bed.

While looking for clothes in the closet, Yayoi found two sets of strange yet familiar black uniforms hanging in the closet, with wide collars and similar styles to her uniforms. The reason for the familiarity was that the owner of this dress was wearing this dress and hanging in front of her, and the reason for the unfamiliarity was that this dress should not appear in her wardrobe.

Yayoi turned to look at the man who was sitting on the bed and stretching. When he noticed the look she was looking at, he gave her a morning wink, which was playful and cute.

Yayoi: "...why are your clothes in my closet?"

The person who answered her was Satoru Gojo's cat wink.

Yayoi felt that he was not going to answer her question properly, and asking him to get to the bottom of it would only lead him to take the topic to the other side of the mountain and to the other side of the sea, where she would be fooled and deceived.

Yayoi looked through the closet again and once again saw several unfamiliar black long-sleeved shirts and two unfamiliar white shirts on the hangers.

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi turned her head and Satoru was lying on her side on the bed. The wide collar of her pajamas sticks diagonally to the skin, revealing the delicate collarbones and white neck. The pupils of the sky are dimmed with the light golden sun, and the thick eyelashes half cover the magnificent pupils. He held his chin and looked at her with a smile.

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi smashed the jar and pretended not to notice. Anyway, she didn't lack space for a few clothes in her wardrobe.

While brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Satoru's eyes kept glancing into her neck. Yayoi rinsed her mouth and spit out the foam in her mouth. She felt her neck was cold and shrank her neck.

"What are you looking at me for?" Yayoi took off the towel hanging on the hanger.

"Your neck..." Satoru's eyes lingered on her neck, "Where are the things I left?"

Yayoi: ???
What?

Yayoi held a towel in one hand and raised her other hand to touch the smooth skin on the back of her neck. It took her a long time to realize that he was talking about the tooth marks left yesterday.

"Healed." Yayoi blinked and wiped the water from her face with a towel.

"Healed?" Satoru paused, his eyes suddenly becoming dangerous.

Yayoi felt a cold feeling on her back, and the feeling of coldness went down her spine and reached her cervical vertebrae one by one.

"That kind of wound will be healed after some sleep." Yayoi replied casually, but her neck felt a bit cold. She touched her neck and found no foreign matter, and the wound had healed as before.

Satoru put the toothbrush in his hand into the cup and reached out to brush away Yayoi's hair that was scattered on the back of her neck. The skin on her neck was white and smooth, with no trace of any bites.

The big white cat raised his eyebrows. This body's self-healing ability could not be achieved to this extent even by Heavenly Restriction.

The red hair made the skin whiter and softer. Satoru paused, and suddenly he felt bad. He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took a bite on the clean neck, and his teeth sank into the soft skin.

"Why did you bite me again?" Yayoi burst into tears from the pain and pushed his head to get him to let go. Not only did the other person not let go, he even stuck out his tongue and licked the bite mark.

The warm tongue licked the skin and lingered around. The numbing feeling was like an electric current, flowing through the whole body along the nerve endings.

Strange feeling.

Yayoi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with fur exploded all over her body, and pushed Satoru's head.

"Yoshi, that's good~" Satoru let go of his mouth and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. His eyes were curved like thin moon crescent, cunning and dangerous.

Yayoi reached out and touched the back of her neck. Not surprisingly, there were teeth marks on it, "What are you doing?"
Yesterday he bit, and today he bite again. Were you addicted to biting?

Yayoi covered the back of her neck and took several steps back, her face full of vigilance.

Satoru did not make any mistakes, and after washing up in a decent manner, he walked out of the bathroom leisurely.

Yayoi put down the hand covering his neck and looked at the white cat leisurely walking out of the bathroom door, with questions on her face.

"Yayoi~" Satoru turned back, Yayoi's hands went up to her neck, covering her neck tightly, staring at the white cat full of dirty thought with his beautiful eyes.

Yayoi covered her neck and took a few big steps back, and finally hit the bathroom wall, "What are you doing? Stop biting my neck!"

"I want to change clothes." Satoru shook the clothes in his hand and blinked with cat-like eyes, "Aren't you going out? It's okay not to go out. I don't mind. We can change together~"

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi ran out of the bathroom as if running for her life.

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There was still one and a half months until the Goodwill Event. The first-graders are temporarily led by the second-graders for intensive training. In addition to daily training, they would also go out to perform tasks together.

Satoru went into the basement under the training ground to give special favor for Yuji who lived there, and Yayoi went to give special treatment for the other first years and second years.

The close combat ability and body reflexes of the second-graders were much better than those of first-graders, especially Maki, who had an innate advantage. Although her cursed energy was low, her physical fitness was ridiculously stronger than that of ordinary people.

The long stick in her hand split the air and spun out beautiful stick flowers.

The tied ponytail rose and fell. The girl's posture was strong, her movements were flexible, and her lower body was also very stable. After stabilizing her figure easily, she swung the long stick directly over, piercing the air and grazing Yayoi's cheek.

With a powerful blow, the next moment, Yayoi took away the long stick in his hand. The long stick that was taken away hit the ground hard. The hand holding the long stick slid downwards. Maki instinctively focused on the stick, ignoring Yayoi itself.

She pressed her center of gravity downwards, bent her legs, and the bright red color swayed in her sight. Her legs were close to the ground and swept towards her lower body, directly sweeping her to the ground. His eyes were turned upside down, and her pupils reflected the clear sky like water.

Maki lay on the ground in a large (大) shape, the sweat from her forehead sticking her hair and skin together silently, and the underwear under her sportswear was completely soaked with sweat.

"Maki?" The red hair poured down,

Yayoi stretched out her hand towards her, and Maki slowly took hold of the hand. It was fair and slender, and the arm was also thin, as if it would break with just a slight break, but the palm of her hand was unexpectedly warm.

"I lost." Maki simply admitted defeat. Between winning and losing, she didn't like the feeling of losing, but she was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.

"You are strong, Maki." Yayoi bent her eyes and smiled as meekly as a cat.

Maki was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but twitching at the corner of her eye. If she hadn't just fought this woman once, and according to rumors, she was the red-haired woman who beat the heir of the Zenin family with a vicious spirit, she would have thought that this guy was What a harmless little kitty.

This face was so deceptive.

The rich tree shadows cast uneven shadows on the grass. The golden light poured down from the simple steps. Megumi zipped up his sportswear and walked down the steps with his tangled sea urchin head propped up.

The playground was bright under the clear sky. Nobara, who was wearing a black uniform, was whipped around in circles by Panda, and screams resounded throughout the playground.

Orange hair was flying in the wind, her vision changed drastically and her head was dizzy. After the scene calmed down, Panda had already taken off his hands, and Nobara was lying limply on the playground like dehydrated noodles.

Maki threw the stick he took back from Yayoi to Megumi, "Megumi, come and try."

The long stick spun around in his hand, the movement was smooth and unexpectedly smooth. Megumi raised his head and asked, "Maki-senpai, are you sparring with Yayoi-san?"

"Ah, but it's over." Maki said, "Yayoi's close range ability is better than mine, so if you come next, your close range ability is too weak."

"By the way, has Yayoi-san received special training?" Megumi paused.

It suddenly occurred to him that Yayoi and Yuji had been living in the world of ordinary people. The latter was a natural gorilla with excellent reflexes and strong physical fitness. He only relied on instinct in fighting and could kill cursed spirits even with a cursed weapon in hand. The former's physical fitness and reflexes were very similar to Yuji's, but she obviously had many more conditions that Yuji did not have.

"No." Yayoi said, "It must be instinct."

"Huh?" Maki raised an eyebrow, "Can instinct be able to do this?"

"It's impossible under normal circumstances." Yayoi said, "But this is what Sukasha can do, so I can do it."

Yayoi lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes, casting light shadows under her eyes. She always understood that Sukasha was the origin of everything for her. She was a "vessel" constructed from Sukasha.

"Everything I have comes from her." But it's an imperfect copy.

Maki's brows knitted into a knot. There were too many unusual things about the woman in front of her. Her intuition told herself that she was not the kind of person who would try to live like someone else.

There was no sadness, no joy. The sentence "everything about me comes from her" was just stating a fact, which was insignificant but extremely important.

"Megumi, it's about time." Yayoi waved to Megumi.

Maki watched as the woman with her red ponytail tied up high took Megumi's stick and threw him and the stick together.

Maki: "..."
It must be an illusion.

Megumi: "..."
He hated gorillas.

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After the training, dusk turned the sky into a dazzling glow, and the golden-red glow weighed down heavily.

Yayoi was tricked by Satoru again, and she was put into Ijichi's car without knowing it. With a click, the door was closed, and the tall white cat sat down next to her and asked Ijichi to drive.

Ijichi resignedly squeezed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator.

The car's engine roared like thunder, the axles rotated, and the car slid onto the mountain road. The green forest and winding road were left behind by the speeding car.

The mountain wind howled on the road in the dark night, and the moon hung in the night sky was round and cool.

"Where are we going?" Yayoi looked at Satoru who squeezed her to sit down in confusion. Even if four people could squeeze into the seat behind the driver's seat, there would be no problem, but this person had to squeeze her to sit down.

"Go talk to the principal." Satoru replied.

"Then you can go alone." Yayoi said, "I can't help you much." She was just a clueless red-haired woman who came out in front of the principal and couldn't talk about anything.

"You are my assistant. The assistant should be by my side anytime, anywhere, bringing tea and water, squeezing my shoulders and sleeping with me." Satoru blinked his big beautiful eyes.

Ijichi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, began to cough wildly, and the small space was filled with the violent coughing sounds of the poor migrant workers.

"Ijichi, are you sick?" Satoru asked coldly.

"No, no, no!" Ijichi cried.

"That's good." Satoru said that he was a considerate cat, but his next words revealed his true nature, "If you catch a cold, I will kick you out of the car."

Ijichi: "..." I beg you to be a human being.

The empty mountain forest was quiet and lonely, and the winding road wound forward like a giant snake.

"Yayoi." Satoru suddenly spoke, his voice was low, rarely losing his usual frivolity and immorality, "Get ready to get out of the car."

"Oh." You are the biggest cat, Yayoi prepared to get off.

"Ijichi, stop the car." Satoru said.

The Mercedes-Benz black car stopped on the side of the road, and the mountain wind carried the cry of the night owl and roared over.

Ijichi squeezed the steering wheel, feeling frightened. He didn't know what Satoru was up to with his hands.

"You go first." The frivolity and impropriety in his voice came back again. Satoru put one hand in his pocket and stood still.

"Huh? Really?"

"Really."

"Isn't this really a test? If I go, you will beat me, right?" Ijichi said with shame.

"Who do you think I am? Who am I?" Satoru curled his lips.

Yayoi: "..."
Ijichi: "..."

The problem was that you were this kind of person!

The two people's complaints strangely overlapped at the same time and place.

"Do I look like someone who would do such a thing?" Satoru asked Ijichi seriously.

Ijichi... Ijichi's pupils trembled, thinking, 'Haven't you done this kind of thing too few times?'

"I'm going to beat you up if you don't leave." The cat changed his face as fast as like a Chinese opera actor.

Ijichi hurriedly stepped on the accelerator. The roar of the engine gradually faded away, and the speeding back of the black car seemed to be running away.

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi looked at the white cat who was clenching his fingers. The mountain wind howled from the lush branches and leaves, carrying a hot breath, and his reflex nerves became tense at the same time.

A huge full moon hung high in the sky, and the sandy-yellow spotted cloak was torn by the howling wind. The cursed spirit with Mount Fuji above its head rushed straight in the direction of Satoru and fell down.

Yayoi, whose movement was faster than her brain power, did not hesitate to pick up Satoru who was standing leisurely on the road, jumped up and retreated.

Satoru: "..."
It felt so safe.

The trampled ground was cracked and dented like spider webs, and the aggressive opening greeting came to nothing.

The huge one-eye Mount Fuji above his head widened, the corners of its mouth opened in a wild arc, revealing dark teeth, and it waved its arms among the rubble.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the skin felt like it was burning.

The strong wind tore the bright red hair, the hot magma spewed out, and the flood surged straight ahead like a bursting embankment. The green trees were submerged, and the land was burned black and crisp.

After the smoke dissipated, the ground was left with scorched earth, and the high temperature evaporated the ghostly moisture in the air.

The cursed spirit laughed without hiding its arrogance and confidence, "That's all."

"Who are you talking about?"

The mountain wind swept across the messy road, and the thick smoke screen was pushed away.

The sound of metal rubbing rose and fell, like the ebb and flow of the eternal tide, and the golden chain exuded a soft brilliance, lingering and floating in the air after the gunpowder smoke dissipated.

Jogo saw a red-haired woman and a white-haired man. The golden chains were as flexible as snakes, like a group of snakes guarding treasures, entangled and floating in the air.

Amidst the chaos, the two opponents were intact.

Jogo's eyes fell on the golden chain suspended in the air.

The person who made the noise was obviously a man, and the chain obviously belonged to the woman. According to the intelligence, Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world today, and the person was a man.

The owner of the chain had no expression on her face and focused her attention on the cursed spirit. The white-haired young man was held in the arms of the female like a princess. His long legs had nowhere to rest. He waved his hand casually, obviously dissatisfied with the current air quality.

Jogo: "..."
Human beings these days really impossible.

The one-eyed curse spirit looked at the red-haired woman, then at Satoru, and sneered disdainfully, "Fake humans! The strongest thing to cheat a woman!"

Gojo the Cat: ???

Desecrating someone's innocence for no reason?!

Why did he cheat on woman?

How did he deceive the little redhead?

He meant it! He hadn't eaten it yet! Why did he lie to the redhead?!

Gojo the Cat suddenly became angry.

The one-eyed cursed spirit with Mount Fuji above its head watched the white-haired young man jump up, put an arm around the red-haired woman's shoulder, and the red-haired woman bumped into his chest.

Yayoi burst into tears because her nose hurt, and she heard the white cat sneer, "The cursed spirits these days are really uncultured."

Satoru put his arm around Yayoi's shoulders and said loudly, "We are in pure love!"

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• Omake •

Jogo: That’s fcking outrageous.


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