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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 96: But Not Completely
"Fake."

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Satoru Gojo was very strong.

Satoru Gojo was the strongest.

Satoru Gojo could solve anything.

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While starting to carry out tasks one after another, she also came into contact with many colleagues of Ijichi, such as Akari Nitta. The former was the assistant director mainly responsible for matters related to Satoru, and the latter was a colleague of Ijichi.

Ijichi was well-liked in the assistant director circle and was known to be honest and reliable. A large part of the reason for being labeled this way was that Ijichi was an assistant director who specialized in connecting the higher-ups with Satoru. Things related to Satoru were very important. Whether large or small, more than half were handled by Ijichi. Satoru was notoriously difficult to deal with and loved to bully people. Occasionally, people who contacted him once or twice for information and related matters would have to cry to Ijichi afterward. Over time, everyone in the circle respected Ijichi.

But it was undeniable that only Satoru was capable of those tasks, and those powerful cursed spirits can only be exorcised by Satoru Gojo who was more powerful than them.

Akari and Satoru had very little contact. Excluding the passing encounters, they were just names that could only be heard in rumors.

The car windows reflected the shadows of the flying trees and tiny spots of light, and the mountain wind pulled the black car.

"As for Satoru Gojo, the seniors say he is a difficult person." The assistant director with short blond hair held the steering wheel and looked at the winding road ahead with gray-blue eyes. "I have no experience assisting him in performing tasks. But he is the strongest, everyone thinks so."

"Besides, there's nothing he can't handle, right?" The car's engine roared like thunder, and its wheels rolled over the asphalt road as it sped past.

She thought of the spring in Saitama Prefecture, when the crimson cherry blossoms bloomed brightly and enthusiastically, like clouds and mist, and when they fell, they fell like rain and snow.

The two boys have not yet become adults, and they were still wearing the black student uniforms of the Jujutsu High School. Suguru still had that man bun. When he smiled, his eyes would narrow into two slits. Satoru also wore a pair of small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a proud big cat all the time.

"We are the strongest." said 15-year-old Satoru Gojo.

"I am the strongest." said 28-year-old Satoru Gojo.

15-year-old Satoru had become 28-year-old Satoru. 28-year-old Satoru still looked like a big cat. He occasionally wore sunglasses, but more often wore a black blindfold. He liked to act coquettishly and eat desserts and was in a good mood. When he was young, he liked to tease people, and when he was in a bad mood, he liked to make things difficult for others.

He grew taller, his shoulders became broader, and he became stronger.

She felt that he had changed, but she felt that he had not changed.

The passing time was like rushing water flowing through the bottom of the river, and the fragments of light and shadow fly past the eyes.

What had changed? What hadn’t changed?

She found that she couldn't tell.

Satoru who whined and complained that he didn’t want to go on a mission, Satoru who sucked yogurt through a straw, and Satoru who acted like a cat.

What had changed?

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Convergence, divergence, convergence, divergence...

The mantra's power rotated and compressed into a small spherical shape, and the surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped. A crimson light poured out in an instant, and his vision was flooded with crimson.

"Cursed Technique Reversal · Red."

The moment the words fell, the reddened red poured out like a flood from a floodgate, overwhelmingly flooding the entire world. The short shrubs and turf covering the mountains on the ground were lifted apart by the unparalleled powerful repulsion, and the vigorous tree trunks were broken. Dust was pulled up under the huge full moon, and a thick curtain of dust shrouded the tree trunks.

The cursed spirit that was lifted into the air by the "Red" fell into the forest. The vigorous tree trunks were broken, and the dust was pulled up under the huge round moon. A thick curtain of dust shrouded the forest of tree trunks.

The strongest sorcerer who had just launched the jutsu behind it caught up in the blink of an eye. The cursed spirit that sensed the aura behind it ran while trying to fight back. Hot flames burned in the palm of its hand. It punched back but missed, and was punched in the face by Satoru.

The severe pain caused by the precise control of the cursed technique swept through the brain, and the huge impact caused the body to lose balance.

So it was rolling and crawling again.

A chase was going on in the forest at night. The powerful special grade cursed spirit born from human beings' fear of the earth could be exorcised in Satoru's hands as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Exorcism was just a matter of time and place. The evil spirit had kept this cursed spirit alive. Rather than saying that it was two beasts chasing and fighting each other, it was more like Satoru's one-sided teasing.

When cats hunt mice, they always have the habit of teasing their prey until they were exhausted and then killing them.

Yayoi stood on the road and watched the commotion rising, the silvery light falling on the ancient and vigorous forest, the continuous crashing sounds and Satoru's exasperating laughter never stopped within the range of hearing.

The strongest sorcerer rubbed the special grade cursed spirit and moved forward, leaving behind a hustle and bustle. After calming down again, the moment the smoke and dust dissipated, the mess on the ground was revealed, and the huge tree was broken pitifully. Falling into the plowed ravine, the turf was lifted up, revealing the soil underneath and the clawing tree roots.

The cool night wind swept through the mountains, bringing with it waves of rustling sounds, and the previously interrupted chirping of insects began to rise and fall again.

A strand of messy hair on the temples brushed against the cheek, a little itchy, the wind was running on the road, and the howling mountain breeze carried the inaudible sound of conversation.

Yayoi paused, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a messy land. The black asphalt road cracked with red cracks like crisscrossing snakes. The remaining high temperature steamed the water temperature in the air, and bursts of white mist emerged.

Yayoi turned around and ran towards the dark mountain forest.

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On the other side, Jogo, who had been rubbed all the way into the forest by Satoru, fell headlong into the shallow lake in the open space, smashing the cold full moon floating in the lake. The lake water set off a mighty water curtain, and the splashing water hit it was smashed into pieces on the smooth rocks in the lake.

*swish* *swish*

The cold lake water fell from the sky, like a sudden rain shower in summer, carrying a chill that almost spread to the bone marrow.

Jogo that had been kicked into the lake by the culprit's football shot lay on its back in the cold lake water on a summer night. The falling water line rippled on the horizontal surface, filled with ripples filled with moonlight.

"But you will die, Jogo."

A man with sutures in a cassock monk's robe was leaning against the red sofa in the restaurant with a smile on his lips.

The dark mountains were rolling and undulating, and the cold silver light reflects the sparse and beautiful starlight in the mountains.

Dragging a wet shawl, the water rushed down from the top of the volcano. The soaked special spell spirit sat up from the cold lake water and stood up straight with his knees in hand.

From birth to now, no one had pushed it to this point like Satoru Gojo. It was as embarrassed and ridiculous as a rat escaping in the sewer.

Jogo finally realized that the man in the restaurant was not lying.

So far, there had never been a sorcerer that Jogo had seen, who was as powerful as Satoru Gojo and was completely unreasonable. At first, it came here just as an arrogant bet as if it were a joke, but the facts were in front of it. With the one-sided crushing, the gap between the enemy and itself was obvious. The previous understanding of human sorcerers had been completely subverted at this moment.

The layer of Infinity covering Satoru's body made it impossible for all attacks to hit. The super-self-esteemed special grade cursed spirit gritted its black teeth, thinking that since it couldn't hit, it would drag the person into the field, carrying the law of sure hit. Even the Limitless couldn't violate it, right?

Deeply lost in thought, the one-eyed gaze was a little distracted. When it focused its gaze again, Satoru's figure was nowhere to be seen, and only the cool moonlight rippling in the lake was left in front of him.

Jogo's one eye was slightly open, where was the person?

"Sorry, sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Satoru, who had just disappeared, carried a large person and landed quietly on the water. His expression was leisurely and apologetic, as if he were taking a walk after dinner. The lake water under his toes rippled with silver waves.

The big boy in Satoru's hand looked left and right, his face full of surprise and shock, his hands and feet in the air twisting restlessly.

"Where is this? Where am I? Where is this? Gojo-sensei!" The little tiger looked confused.

Ten seconds ago, Yuji was sitting in the basement watching a movie with the bear in his arms. Satoru appeared from behind the sofa like a mole, which startled him. He thought he was about to be beaten again, but the bear in his hand fell asleep. After a brief conversation, Gojo-sensei threw away the bear in his hand and said he wanted to conduct outdoor teaching. Without saying a word, his teacher picked up the hood behind his back and spread his long legs... and flew away.

"That guy is..." Jogo recognized it at a glance as "Sukuna vessel."

"This is Yuji Itadori-kun who came to visit and study." Satoru smiled brightly, holding the hood on Yuji's back with one hand, and gesturing to Jogo with the other hand to introduce his students. He looked like a reliable and good teacher who communicated and learnt, if he was not in this situation.

After Yuji reacted, he raised his eyes and saw the special grade cursed spirit in front of him. His eyes were involuntarily attracted by the volcano head on the opponent's head. The little tiger was shocked with his new knowledge. He looked like a country man coming to the city, "Mount Fuji, sensei, it has Mount Fuji on its head! What is that, sensei!"

"Don't make such a fuss, Yuji." Satoru's expression was serious, as if he was a strict teacher. "You are so flustered when things happen. You have disappointed me very much."

"Oh." Yuji shut up obediently and let Satoru carry him like a good baby.

"That's sensei teaching tool." Satoru lifted the person a little higher, his smile still fresh and clear, "Come on, let's say hello to each other, konnichiwa."

Yuji: "..."
No, sensei, you were so irritating.

Jogo: "..."
Fck you, Satoru Gojo!

The honest little tiger shut up obediently. Mount Fuji over there was obviously angry and looked like it was about to erupt.

Facts have proved that Gojo-sensei’s irritating skills still work on the irritating cursed spirit. In just a few words, Mount Fuji over there had erupted. The corks on both sides of the head were directly blown away, and the hot magma flowed from both sides of the head. It burst out of the embankment above the head, and the terrifying high temperature swept through the surrounding lake water and green plants. The slightly cool lake water was instantly heated into boiling water with white mist and steam, rolling and roaring on the lake surface.

"Don't underestimate me, you brat!" Mount Fuji erupted while gritting its teeth, wishing it could blow Satoru's head off. "I will burn your smiling girly face to ashes!"

"Then you do have a fever. Why don't you still have a fever?" Satoru's expression was both flattering and wanting to be beaten, "Are, I forgot, you can't do it."

Yuji: "..."

Are, I forgot, you can't do it...
I forgot, you can't do it...
You can't do it...
Can't...

You can't do it!

The four words pressed heavily on the heart of the cursed spirit. The damage caused by the blow that hit the red heart was as fatal as a black tiger tearing out the heart, so Mount Fuji erupted even more vigorously. The opponent's hands formed seals, the boiling lake water rolled behind it, and the dark rock walls spread out in all directions from the center of the cursed spirit.

"Domain Expansion · Coffin of the Iron Mountain."

The air boiled in an instant, hot magma flowed on the devastated earth, blazing flames burst out, and the cursed spirit with the seals on its hands showed an arrogant and confident expression.

It was like falling into an active volcano in an instant.

"I haven't turned to ashes yet? It turns out you really can't do it." Satoru waved his hand, trying to use his big hands to artificially create a cool breeze to cool down.

Yuji: "..."
Sensei, just let it go, it's just a pitiful cursed spirit!

The children were almost mad at you.

Mount Fuji erupted again.

"As*hole—!!!" the erupting Mount Fuji was furious and incompetent, "I will definitely end you here—!!!"

Satoru touched his chin, "Okay, come on, come on."
This line was quite passionate.

Yuji: "..."
Sensei, were you actually a villain?

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*whooosh*

The mountain breeze rushed through the valley at night, and the lush green plants in the mountains danced lightly.

The silver-blue lake water clustered in the center of the valley was like a handful of clear water lifted up in the palm of the hand, and the dark blue sky was pressed down heavily.

The man wearing cassock monk robes and narrow eyebrows squatted half-crouched, resting his arms on his knees, holding his chin in one hand. "Suguru's" eyebrows showed a relaxed smile, "Oh, this is not good."

He turned to look at the tall special grade cursed spirit, "Do you want to rescue him?"

He made a fist with five fingers and put it lightly on his forehead, half-opening his eyes, "I can't be seen by people related to the Jujutsu High, so I'm going back first."

The implication was that he couldn't take action.

"If you want to save him, go ahead and save him." He turned around, "But be careful about the red-haired woman. That woman's five senses are developed to a weird level. I don't know what the specific aspect is, but if she remembers the aura, it will cause a lot of trouble if she acts later. "

The plant-like cursed spirit quietly looked at the silver lake surrounded by green plants, with white flowers blooming at its fingertips. It whispered something of unknown meaning and disappeared on the cliff.

The corners of the man's mouth that was left on the cliff cracked and widened silently, "It's just a mere curse..." how dare you say it.

The words he blurted out were not finished, and the smile froze on his face. After a while, the frozen expression returned to his normal gentle smile.

"Hi, Yayoi-chan." The man with sutures on his forehead waved to her, showing the same warm smile as the boy who stood under the shadow of the mottled trees and walked arm-in-arm with Satoru.

What he responded to was a sudden kick, as well as a dull pain in his arm and the clear sound of bone cracking.

"A fake."

The amber eyes were as cold as eternal glaciers, but also like burning golden fire.

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• Omake •

Brainy: Damn, that was a miscalculation.
Brainy: Hanami, can you come back?
Jogo whose head was pulled out: I hate it so much!

#No responsibility extra:
Redhead: Gojo, Gojo! Geto got possessed!
Gojo the Cat: Pfft—— Suguru, Suguru, what are you doing...[kitty is shocked.jpg]
Geto the Fox: I'm fine, why are you cueing me?!


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