Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 97
Chapter 97: Flowers in the Mist
Is there something wrong with your allocation?
"Who are you?"
There was a coldness in her words that she was not even aware of.
She recognized that this was 'Suguru', but it was not Suguru. Suguru's body was here, but his soul was not here. Her soul and intuition were madly denying the human soul in this body.
"Of course, I'm Suguru Geto. What's wrong? You haven't seen me for so long that you don't recognize me?" The fox-like eyebrows were narrowed, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the person in front of her smiled with his eyebrows crooked, like a fox.
He turned his head sideways to avoid Yayoi's fist aimed at his face. His body's instinct made him subconsciously raise his other non-fractured hand to block. Unsurprisingly, he caught by the side kick and the bone cracked. The sound resounded clearly in his ears.
Dull pain rushed up to his brain along the nerve ends of his arms, but he still smiled without changing his face.
"Would you like to go have a cup of coffee together? Milk tea is also available. You and Satoru both like sweet things. Coffee without sugar will be too bitter for you." Yayoi looked at the familiar face and smiled crookedly, as warm and moist as a gurgling stream flowing through the misty forest in spring.
"Shut up." His response was a punch to the face, hitting the bridge of his nose. "Don't smile with Geto's face."
There was a 'crack', and the sound of cracking bones was too clear in the silent night. The man in monk's robes covered the painful bridge of his nose with one hand, and the bright red blood overflowed between his fingers, splashing onto the soft grass and smearing it. Pieces of dark red appeared one after another.
The man whose nose was broken covered his face, covering his gloomy face with his palms. After a moment, the downward curve of his mouth rose again, and hoarse and low laughter entered his ears intermittently. It lasted for a while, the night sky returned to silence.
The cool breeze stirred the lush trees, and the mercury-like moonlight poured into the mountain forest.
"What a miscalculation." The other party took away his hand, not minding the two nosebleeds hanging under his nostrils at all, "Although I know your five senses are very strong."
The man with Suguru's face laughed, and did not forget to give her the most suitable explanation for her ability at present, "It is similar to Toji Fushiguro's Heavenly Restriction, but in terms of hearing and perception alone, you are better than him, it's so developed that you're almost like another Six Eyes."
The old man who has been fighting Six Eyes for more than a thousand years has quite a lot of experience in deceiving Six Eyes. Since the birth of this generation of Six Eyes, he had spent a lot of effort overtly and covertly to collect information about him. The information obtained from the Six Eyes that were born in the past more than a thousand years could roughly calculate the scope of the Six Eyes' vision and how to use barrier techniques to hide one's aura.
The result of focusing too much attention on Satoru Gojo was to ignore this redhead. Suguru's remaining memories in this body told him that this red-haired woman had abnormally developed senses, was born with strange powers, and had a strange personality and brain circuitry.
After more than ten years of interruption, the information in memory continued again in 2017. She had been staying by Yuji Itadori's side for more than ten years without seeing each other. It didn't take Suguru Geto's memory to know this. The strange strength and powerful five senses of her body have not changed much, but she had inexplicably acquired cursed energy and technique. It's impossible for Satoru Gojo to deceive him after more than ten years, so Suguru Geto came to the conclusion that her physique was so special that even Six Eyes couldn't detect it.
The intelligence stopped there.
The old immortal Kenjaku, who had been working to deceive the Six Eyes for more than a thousand years, focused his attention on Yayoi with great interest. The physique that Six Eyes could not detect was even rarer than the woman who could conceive a child of a cursed spirit in the Meiji era.
But now was not the time to think about it. His knowledge came from what he had seen for more than a thousand years, but the methods he could currently use to deal with the enemy exclude the enchantment technique that required a lot of energy and time to prepare. That was Suguru's own jutsu and taijutsu.
Could not be done.
Suguru's deep purple eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on Yayoi without moving away.
Satoru Gojo was still nearby, and if he used cursed energy and technique, he would definitely notice him. But if he relied solely on physical skills, Suguru's physical skills were indeed the best among martial artists. Even so, if it fell on physical monsters like Toji Fushiguro and Yayoi Amamiya, being beaten unilaterally was a sure thing.
But his opponent was this red-haired girl, and ordinary methods could not work on her.
No matter what he think—
Not good.
What responded to his thoughts was the sound of howling wind. The soles of his shoes scraped against the soft grass, and the rushing wind suddenly stopped in front of him.
The huge full moon hung in the dark sky, silently exuding a bone-deep cold, and her red hair fell like curling tongues of fire.
He looked up at the person who jumped up, his dark purple pupils couldn't stop shrinking and trembling, reflecting the clothes hem rising and falling in the night wind before the cold moon, as well as the legs raised high, and then suddenly fell down.
*boom—*
The traces of cracks were like vines growing wantonly. The earth let out an overwhelmed scream and suddenly collapsed and rolled down countless boulders. The soil under the turf was pulled out together with countless tree roots. The cliff hanging above the valley crashed, collapsed into the moonlight.
The huge sound was like thunder rising from the ground, and the thunderous sound of the mountain collapsing echoed in the lonely night sky.
The flow of information absorbed into the brain by Six Eyes from the outside world made Satoru feel that the mountain was collapsing and at the same time tensed his nerves. Like a big cat walking in the jungle, it suddenly tensed its back and exposed its fangs, showing the ferocity in its bones. At this moment it became clear.
The commotion unsurprisingly aroused Satoru's vigilance. The soles of his feet that were rubbing Jogo's head paused for a moment. The intuition he had developed over many years made him instinctively withdraw the soles of his shoes that were torturing Jogo. White flower vines in full bloom hit the brain and smashed it down.
The white and soft petals, the silvery moonlight smeared on the flower leaves, and the rushing air stirred the soft petals, were so beautiful that they should not appear in front of him at this time.
The huge boulders after the cliff collapsed rolled in the distance, as if a monster living in a no-man's land was awakened from its sleep. The ground under his feet was like a trembling giant, and the huge sound frightened him.
Pieces of sea of flowers surged onto the rich green grassland. Blue flowers and red flowers were crowded together. The white daisies were as white as the flawless moonlight at night. The clusters of flowers weave into a gorgeous sea of flowers, and the spring-like beauty and sweetness of flowers fill the air.
The jutsu that weakened the fighting spirit could not cover up the cursed energy rolling in the air. The cliff collapsed with a rumble. Who was the owner of the two cursed energies fighting each other in the cliff? The lumen of information Six Eyes absorbed had already told him the answer that could not be more clear.
One was Yayoi's and the other was... Suguru's.
He had obviously killed Suguru.
Was someone pretending to be Suguru?!
The technique of weakening fighting spirit and relaxing vigilance suddenly shattered in the face of anger and ferocity.
Jogo, who was buried in the sea of flowers, realized that this was Hanami's technique.
The vines that concealed their traces in the night and surrounding vegetation moved silently, like snakes that slithered silently into the darkness. It wasn't until he was pulled up from the ground that Yuji realized that something was wrapped around his ankle.
After being hoisted up in the air, his vision reversed sharply like a rapidly rotating camera lens. Where his gaze passed, a tall guy with his left arm tightly wrapped in white cloth appeared. The other person picked up the head among the flowers and vines. At the end was a cursed spirit with a bloody mouth.
Not to mention who would come to a place where birds didn't poop in the middle of the night. In this case, only the cursed spirit would appear.
The opponent's ability to hide aura was obviously much better than that of the volcano head. Compared with the volcano head's unabashed murderous intent and aura, the guy who had only shown up so far knew how to hide itself without knowing the opponent's strength.
The invisible sharp blade grazed the vines waving in the air and cut them off. Yuji fell down in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. He grinned in pain and felt that his butt was split into eight pieces.
The cursed spirit that looked like a plant picked up the head that was submerged in the sea of flowers, turned around and wanted to escape. Satoru moved faster than it, lifted off his blindfold and formed a seal with one hand. Different from the demonstrative "Red" he played with Jogo before, this "Red" shot out instantly, its diameter penetrating through the lush vegetation. The trees were like a comet dragging its red tail through the air, tearing the air, cutting through the silver-white moonlight, and hitting the fleeing cursed spirits.
In the direction hit by "Red", the giant tree collapsed on the ground and tilted down, falling heavily, causing a rustling noise everywhere.
At the same time, the battle on the cliff came to an end. A huge curtain of dust covered most of the cliff. The black shadow tore through the thick dust. The man stepping on the pelican curse carried a heavy layer of dust and concealment. The unstoppable smell of blood almost rubbed against the cold moon, passing through the sky like an arrow.
What followed was a golden chain that was thrown out. The sharp tip of the chain cut through the air, and the tip of the knife grazed a scarlet bloodstain on the man's face and flew past.
Kenjaku, who was almost hit by a headshot, tilted his neck to avoid the hard metal blockade that was thrown at him. The beads of sweat from his forehead rolled down along the outline. He controlled the cursed spirit under his feet to vibrate its wings, stir up the strong wind, and disappear into the night like a meteor.
Six Eyes's eyesight was very good, and Satoru could clearly see the face of the man flying across the night sky. It was the face of his dead best friend, the best friend he killed with his own hands.
"...sensei?" The teacher, who always liked to talk nonsense, remained unusually silent, and Yuji couldn't help shouting.
The gorgeous flowers were blooming under the night sky, and the petals were scattered into the sky like rain and snow. They were as beautiful as spring and the scenery was bright.
But what Yuji saw was Satoru's frosty expression.
After the incident of the cursed spirit sneaking up on Satoru in the middle of the night, the three of them stood on the edge of an empty mountain road, speechless and choked. In the middle of the night, this was a sparsely populated suburb. Ijichi was sent away by Satoru. Since they had no driver or car, they could only rely on No. 11 bus. [1]
The three people stood on the asphalt road that had been destroyed by Jogo's technique. The lava that had not yet dissipated was attached to the mountain, white water vapor evaporated, and the molten rock was filled with bursts of gunpowder smoke.
Satoru remained silent, looking down at the mess.
Yayoi poked him in the face and told him, "It seems we can only walk back."
Satoru was like a mallet, lying on the road and letting Yayoi poke him. It was rare for Satoru to stay quiet and happy.
Yuji: "I'm fine."
"I can summon Ijichi." Satoru took out his phone.
Yuji: "..."
What did Ijichi-san do wrong?
Yayoi took the phone from him and stuffed it into his pocket, "Ijichi-san is not a summon beast."
"But he's the assistant director." Satoru said unreasonably and unreasonably, "Isn't the assistant director responsible for driving?"
Yuji: "..."
The little tiger with high emotional intelligence really felt that Gojo-sensei was in a bad mood right now, so he silently lit a pillar of wax for Ijichi.
"Are you tired?" Yayoi asked him.
Satoru narrowed his eyes and answered without thinking, "A little bit."
"Then I'll carry you back." Yayoi was super serious and rolled up her sleeves.
Yuji: ???
Yuji stared at the 190+ cm white cat, then looked at his elder sister who was not even 1.7 meters tall, and thought to himself, was there something wrong with your configuration?
Satoru paused for a moment. The tall white cat looked at Yuji with beady eyes and a bewildered expression on his face. He slowly put his hands on Yayoi's shoulders, and rubbed his chin on Yayoi's neck. He rested his chin on Yayoi's hair, and the whole cat hung behind Yayoi's back.
Yuji: "..."
I finally understood that I shouldn't be on the road, I should be under the road!
"Yuji, what are you doing?" Satoru's voice came from not far away, and the raised voice echoed on the empty road. Yuji saw the white cat lying on his sister's back waving to him from a distance, "Hurry up, or you will be left here."
Yuji: "..."
I really don't understand you two.
Yuji's eyes twitched, and he started to catch up, leaving a trail of steaming white mist and intermittent cried of night owls behind him.
The dark mountains undulated in the dark blue curtain. Yayoi carried the unhappy white cat on her back and stepped on the road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Satoru's arms were around her neck and his chin rested on her hair.
"Yayoi." Satoru's voice came from above his head, light and airy, as if he was whispering to himself.
"Yeah." Yayoi continued walking. The long road curved forward like a slithering snake.
"I killed Suguru."
He spoke cruel words in a gentle voice, with sadness in his words that even he himself could not easily detect.
"Oh." Yayoi said.
"I'm not sad at all." Satoru said as if talking to himself, "That idiot with weird bangs."
"Yeah." Yayoi knew that he was sad, so he suppressed his sadness and pain in a place where others couldn't see.
"He came to me for a cup of coffee before Christmas, and I haven't seen him since." Yayoi said.
"Eh~" Satoru slumped on her like a spread cat cake, his voice muffled, "That's too much. You secretly went to drink coffee with Suguru behind my back. You haven't even gone to drink coffee with me. Is the coffee good?"
"It doesn't taste good at all." Yayoi said. "I added a lot of sugar to it, but it's still bitter."
She thought for a while and said, "Let's go drink milk tea next time. Let's go together."
"Okay." Satoru buried his nose in her hair, and the sweet orange-flavored soda filled the limbs and bones, dispelling the depression and bitterness hidden in his heart.
"Yayoi." He called again.
"Um."
"Don't leave." He said softly.
"I won't leave." Yayoi said, "If you still want me, I won't leave."
Yayoi felt the arms around her neck tightening a little tighter. She silently carried the cat on her back and stepped on the smooth road with one foot deep and one shallow. There was a clicking sound from behind, and Yuji followed.
The three of them finally returned to the high school. The way Satoru discovered it was due to his conscience. He finally remembered to use his teleportation technique and pulled on Yayoi. He pulled the small hood behind Yuji's back with one hand and the three of them teleported to the basement door of the high school together. When Yuji saw the basement door, he seemed to be seeing a long-lost relative. He slipped away into the basement and picked up the bear that had tortured him thousands of times.
When Satoru returned to the high school, he always felt that he had forgotten something. Until the mobile phone that Yayoi snatched and put in his pocket rang with Principal Yaga’s life-threatening serial calls. The roar of his former homeroom teacher penetrated his eardrums that Satoru remembered what he was going to do when he went out.
Ijichi was forced to drive. At the break of dawn, he came to the high school for the second time. Satoru, who had not slept all night, moaned and pulled on Yayoi. Ijichi watched helplessly as Yayoi carried the person down the steps, stuffed the person into the car, and then got in himself.
Ijichi: "..."
There's something wrong with this ordering.
Yaga, who had been waiting for someone in the residence all night, saw his unruly student lying on Yayoi's body and moaning, and almost tortured the cat on the spot.
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Brainy: He was beaten badly, and his head was almost exploded by King Kong's blockade.
Yayoi Amamiya, a red-haired woman who hits people in the face.
[1] Because when walking, the legs are spread apart like the number "11", so walking is ridiculed as "taking the No. 11 bus".
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