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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 106: Ancient Pond
"It's wonderful that you are Satoru Gojo."

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Most modern sorcerer families have inherited old traditions.

Etsujin Soma's family was no exception.

From the Edo period to the Taisho period, the Soma family had always held important positions at the top of the jujutsu society. Continuing the family and continuing the techniques, the ancestors passed down their techniques through bloodline across time and space, and were extended to the world hundreds of years later.

In addition to shouldering the important task of revitalizing the family, the successive heads of the family also need to bear the responsibility of giving birth to heirs, so that the best skills in the family could be inherited by children with the same blood.

Women were the reproduction tool that continued the family bloodline.

Etsujin had a wife who was born frail. They had been married for several years. Mrs. Washiko did not give birth to a son or a half for her husband. The elders of the family gave him a side concubine that could bear the responsibility of reproducing offspring. The side concubine gave birth to three daughters but not a son.

The youngest child was born to Mrs. Washiko. Her naturally weak body could not afford the cost of giving birth to a child, so Mrs. Washiko passed away three years after giving birth to this child.

"Where is Gojo-san's limit?"

The man stood among the layers of dark curtains, half-smiling.

*boom—*

The bamboo pipe filled with water was smashed down hard. Under the clear summer sky, clear water splashed up, and the divergent thoughts gathered together.

Yayoi moved her waist and realized that it was already dusk.

Stretching mountains undulate on the horizon, the gorgeous sunset was like a thin veil, and the shadow cast by the setting sun traced the ground.

The "Future Buddha" lost of the special grade cursed object "Three Ages of Buddha" had been successfully recovered, but there was a slight mistake.

The head of the Soma family, who transferred the special grade cursed object without authorization and cursed ordinary people who could not see the cursed spirits, had been officially classified as a curse user who betrayed the jujutsu society and was executed by Satoru Gojo himself.

The three Buddha statues of the special-grade cursed object "Three Ages of Buddha" were connected. The cursed energy stored in the Buddha statues had been eaten up by the Etsujin Soma. To be precise, it was the cursed spirit raised by Etsujin Soma. When they got the Buddha statue, its head had been broken off by Satoru's technique, and the headless statue was finally handed over to Kento's hands.

She suddenly thought of Mr. Nanamin.

On the way back from Asakusa, the reliable adult kept hinting to her implicitly whether she needed to call the police. Before leaving, he also reminded her that if she was defrauded or threatened, she could go to the Children's and Women's Protection Association for help. If that didn't work, she could just call the police.

Yayoi stretched her legs. Sitting for a long time would inevitably cause backache.

Red light and shadow spread out on the cloistered floor, the clouds in the sky were burned red, and the dusk sky was evenly split by the thick eaves.

Someone was walking slowly on the floor of the cloister. Their footsteps were not loud. They were not adults.

Yayoi saw a child, whose immature face was reminiscent of a chick that had not yet left the nest. The child was wearing a wide-sleeved kimono and a light-colored feather fabric, and walked over slowly.

"Is he back?" The child stopped in front of her and spoke quietly.

"Who are you talking about?"

"My father," said the child, and at the end he added, "Etsujin Soma."

Yayoi looked at his face subconsciously. The child's senses were soft and delicate, and the round cheeks still had the baby fat that had not faded away.

In her impression, the Etsuijn Soma she met not long ago had half of his face scarred by fire, and half of his face was as skinny as an old man. He could be called unrecognizable. The child in front of her was more reminiscent of his mother, the frail lady.

"What's your name?" Yayoi asked subconsciously.

"Etsukazu." The little guy looked at her calmly, his eyes like silent pools of water, "Etsukazu Soma."

Yayoi paused for a moment. The child's face was immature. He inherited his mother's delicacy, but also inherited the gentleness of his father when he was young. That was the gentleness she saw in the memory that flowed into her mind. At that time, Etsujin Soma was still a young and energetic young man who loved his wife deeply.

The tall white cat silently touched the child's back and extended his claws towards the back of the child's neck. The man standing behind the child held his back collar with one hand, like picking up a kitten, easily lifted the child up from the ground.

He was still a child after all, and he was picked up unexpectedly. The expression on his face suddenly became panicked. He kicked off his two short legs, but it had no effect.

"Let me go!" The child looked panicked and struggled hard in Satoru's hands.

Satoru bent over, holding the child's back collar with one hand, and stroking his smooth chin with the other hand, "Are you that guy's son?"

"Yes." The child's face looked aggrieved and stubborn, with a lingering panic still lingering.

Satoru smiled softly, "This look reminds me of Megumi."

Megumi was like this back then, trying to act like an adult, standing in front of him with a straight face, telling him that as long as Tsumiki was happy, he could do anything.

The child struggled a few more times, but unfortunately the terrible adult had no intention of letting him go. In the end, it was Yayoi who rescued the child from his clutches.

"Don't bully children." Yayoi hugged the child and weighed it, finding that he was as light as a kitten.

He used to bully the big orange cat, and now he bullied the children of the Soma family. In some aspects, this guy really hadn't changed at all.

Satoru hugged his knees and squatted on the spot. After being scolded, the white cat felt aggrieved.

Etsukazu had never seen such a bad adult, and was stunned by this shameless act of coquettishness.

Etsukazu struggled to escape from Yayoi's hands. The freed child stepped on the floor and ran behind the pillar. He hugged the pillar and exposed half of his head, looking at the two people from a distance. The expression on his face was almost like "don't come over here" written on his face.

"Yayoi." Satoru stretched out his hand and pulled Yayoi's sleeve.

Yayoi tugged on the sleeve that Satoru was holding but didn't move.

"My eyes hurt." He continued to pull, his voice aggrieved and sad.

Yayoi: "..."

Etsukazu: "..."
How could there be such a bad adult?

No woman would fall for this trick of deceiving women, right? Unless that person was stupid.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Yayoi squatted down.

Etsukazu: "..."
Were there really stupid people who would believe this?! You were really a fool!

The child opened his eyes wide and stared at the red-haired woman over there, a feeling of sadness and anger emerged spontaneously.

Yayoi squatted down and was hugged by the big cat. She sat down on the floor. His long and strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and his forehead was rubbed hard on her chin.

Etsukazu paused, and he suddenly felt that his sense of presence was too high.

The soft hair brushed against the skin of her neck and chin, and the itching feeling spread all the way. Yayoi pushed Satoru's head, "Where do you hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Satoru whined and rubbed.

"Stand up when it doesn't hurt anymore." Yayoi was itched all over by him and couldn't exert any strength.

Etsukazu: "..."
He shouldn't be on the floor, he should be under the floor!

Yayoi pushed Satoru's head again, but with no avail, Satoru continued to rub against Yayoi. Finally, when he had rubbed enough, the white cat slowly got up from Yayoi and looked at the child who was hugging the pillar. His attention was finally given to the child.

Etsukazu: "..."

The child's hand hugged the pillar a little harder.

Satoru waved to him, "Come here."

The child's fingers curled around the pillar and hesitated.

"Come here, come here." Satoru waved to him patiently, "Come by yourself, or I have to pick you up myself."

Etsukazu: "..."
How could there be such a bad person?!

The child walked over reluctantly with a depressed face.

"Do you know who I am?" Satoru held his chin, squatted down, and looked at the child's level, with a casual and frivolous smile on his face.

"I know, you are Satoru Gojo." The child's hands grasped the sleeves, making the originally docile sleeves wrinkled. "My sister wants to marry you."

Yayoi: "..."

Satoru: "..."

The hell, at such a young age, he actually knew how to shoot people without being seen.

"You will also marry two wives, right?" The little guy curled his lips and looked at Satoru with the eyes of a scumbag, "You are the head of the family."

The successive heads of the Gojo family basically had concubines. In order to ensure that they would have children to inherit their techniques, although the inheritance conditions of the Six Eyes were harsh and special, it did not prevent the successive heads of the Gojo family from marrying concubines. Two wives were already considered a few.

This also made up for a good knife.

Yayoi was shocked, "You, the head of the house, actually want to marry two wives?"

Scumbag!

"Nonsense, I'm still single now!" Satoru jumped up and muttered loudly, trying to prove his innocence, like a kitten. "I've been single for twenty-eight years!" He was still a virgin!

"What can a man be proud of after being single for twenty-eight years?" The child curled his lips and muttered.

Satoru went up and knocked the child's head that made him burst into tears.

"What are the kids thinking about these days?" Satoru gritted his teeth, "Men who don't abide by their morals these days will be dragged out and dipped in the pig pen!"

Etsukazu: "..."

He could guarantee that there was absolutely no such thing as "male virtues" in the Big Three Sorcerer Families. Didn't his father marry two women and he was not dragged out to soak in the pig pen?

The child rubbed his sore head and complained silently in his mind. Satoru squatted down again.

Etsukazu looked at this strange man. Men from the Big Three Sorcerer Families would never talk to children like this. He squatted like this, but he was said to be 'improper', but this man regarded 'property' as dirt, squatting down and discussing male virtues with him.

"I have nothing to do with your father, and I'm not very familiar with him." Satoru's voice deepened.

The red rays of sunlight smeared in the pool water, the red koi carp swayed its gauze-like fish tail, and the shishi-odoshi holding water knocked on the smooth stone slab.

"But one thing is for sure." Satoru said softly, "He loves you and your mother very much."

Yayoi lowered her eyelashes.

There was only the sound of thump, thump, thump in the courtyard, and the shishi-odoshi kept beating without a sound.

Etsujin Soma raised a cursed spirit, and that cursed spirit was his wife. When his wife died, he could not accept her death and prayed with all his heart and eyes for his wife not to die. In the end, his wife was cursed by him and became a cursed spirit.

The situation of Etsujin was somewhat similar to Yuta, but it was not the same as Yuta. The dead Rika Orimoto was full of Yuta, and in addition to the love for her husband, the dead Mrs. Soma also hated the cage that trapped her.

She watched her husband have children with other women, watched her husband suffer in this family, and lost his life. She loved her husband and children, and at the same time hated the cage that trapped her family.

So she turned into a cursed spirit that was completely different from Rika. The dead Rika only wanted to protect Yuta, but the dead Mrs. Soma wanted to destroy everything except her children and husband.

The husband was the continuation of the life of Mrs. Soma who turned into a cursed spirit, and was also the shackles that trap her. They were entangled with each other, struggle with each other, check and balance each other, and love each other.

"Is he dead?" Etsukazu asked.

Satoru paused and gave his exact answer, "Dead."
He had long wanted to die.

The cruel reality was like poisonous snakes and fire, and the cold loneliness was suffocating and painful. The world of a sorcerer was cold and dirty, and people's negative emotions turn into ugly cursed spirits. A lifetime of love and hate was a heavy thing, not to mention that besides one's own love and hate, there were other things to bear.

While holding a high position, he was also a slave to power.

"He no longer wants to live." The still young child said softly, so calmly that it made people feel sad.

"He wanted to die with ‘mother’." He had seen the cursed spirit, it was his mother.

Whether he transferred the cursed object privately or raised the cursed spirit, it was all premeditated to attract Satoru's attention. This was Etsujin Soma's disguised request for help.

Although the situation was indeed somewhat similar, Etsujin's cursed energy could be said to be insignificant compared to Yuta's. If he died and became a cursed spirit, his wife would go berserk. The body had basically been exhausted due to the long-term supply of cursed energy to the wife who had turned into a cursed spirit. He relied on the curse carried by the cursed object itself to trigger the conditions for the curse to be activated. After switching the bodies of the two people, it attracted enough attention and the power of the curse to swallow it until Satoru arrived.

He couldn't bring himself to exorcise his wife, but he had another option.

Etsukazu had seen his unrecognizable father holding the hand of his inhuman mother, and the luxuriant peach blossom branches were shaking like snowflakes, and he asked her softly.

`Washiko, I am too tired, can we die together?`
`Yes.`

The memory ended here.

"Little brat, your father's story is over." The white-haired man's voice was low and steady, like a calm and windless sea, "But your own story has just begun."

Before leaving, Satoru left his contact information for Etsukazu. The child held the note with the phone number on it and frowned.

"Don't worry, I won't change my mobile phone number." Satoru waved to him, "If you have anything you can't solve, you can come to me. I'm the strongest."

The child's brows relaxed and he curled his lips, "I'm not worried about this."

He tugged on Yayoi's sleeve and told her solemnly, "Sister, please find another man. He looks so unreliable."

Yayoi: "..."

As a result, he was rewarded with another explosive chestnut.

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The rumble of the train slid across the track across the city, sparse starlight embedded in the deep sky, and the neon lights at night illuminated the interior of the city as brightly as day.

The carriage shook slightly, elegant and beautiful's character fell into the interior of the train through the transparent window.

Yayoi held her chin, straight telephone poles and tall buildings hurriedly passing by in front of her eyes, her pupils reflected the bright moon, reflecting the prosperous world, and the light and shadow hitting her face disappeared.

She remembered that a long time ago, she could see the gorgeous starry sky just by raising her head.

Maybe there were too many high-rise buildings built by humans, and the falling shadows block the starlight. Such bright starlight was rarely seen in the noisy city.

Yayoi paused and raised her hand to take off Satoru's blindfold.

Satoru blinked in cooperation.

`Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are.`

"Gojo, your eyes are like stars." The cat-like eyes were bent, and shadows like floating lights danced in the pupils.

The eyes of the sky hidden by the stars.

"It's wonderful that you are Satoru Gojo." Yayoi said softly.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Little redhead: straight ball attack.jpg
Gojo the Cat: dokidoki
Gojo the Cat: I have been single for twenty-eight years. I don’t smoke, drink, or unfaithful. I am very dedicated. I will marry one wife in the future. I only want one wife! Wife, I will only kiss you, I will only *beep——* *beep——* with you, I will only have children with you alone! Believe me, believe me!!!

•

*Me rambling...
Chapter 101-106 will be the most painful chapters for me to edit.
I keep back and forth to google to search about Buddhism and brief history about a certain place of Tokyo *cries internally*
Any comments and critics will be accepted since I probably make some mistakes about those things.


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