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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 124: Without Stopping
When your IQ drops, just follow your intuition.

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The mountain forests were submerged in large expanses of irises blue, and the coolness of autumn climbed into the pre-dawn sky.

Hazy white light creeped far away on the horizon, a thin mist spread in the mountains, and the dry yellow leaves were slightly rolled, the cool breeze made a rustling sound as it passed by.

The clouds hanging on the sky were like shadows reflected on the curtain, one by one, neatly arranged towards the distance.

On the eve of dawn, which was completely silent, the crisp sound of metal pierced the silence.

The sharp blade scraped against the metal guardrail, a crisp collision sound was heard, and sparks burst out at the same moment.

Changing the trajectory, the long knife was swung out, and the air ripped by the blade made a whining sound. The sharp tip of the knife was shallowly immersed in the skin of the cheek, drawing a slender blood mark, and the cold light grazed the corner of the clothes.

The man with twin tails subconsciously raised his chin, narrowly avoiding the incoming blade. However, the gesture of the opponent holding the knife suddenly changed. The handle of the knife rotated in her hand, and the posture of holding the knife changed from an overhand grip to an underhand grip.

*snap—*

The black knife handle hit his face. After the clear sound of bone cracking, severe pain came from the bones on the side of his face. After being hit, his head subconsciously tilted back.

The current distance between the two people did not support the use of "Piercing Blood".

The prerequisite for using "Piercing Blood" was to use "Convergence" to compress the blood. The opponent's physique and speed were too amazing. It was difficult to imagine that such extraordinary physical fitness could be displayed in such a body. The "Convergence" that was swung forward too long could not successfully compress the blood before her next wave of offensive came.

As a hybrid between a human and a cursed spirit, his bulging body was stronger than the average sorcerer. He was confident that he would not fall behind in a close combat with a sorcerer. He was not afraid of being approached in a fight, but the prerequisite was that the opponent was not Yayoi or any reverse Heavenly Restrictions similar to Toji Fushiguro.

The hilt of the sword hit his face with too much force. The man gritted his teeth in pain and couldn't help but lean back.

A futile clench followed by a sharp pain in the abdomen.

A side kick hit him squarely in the abdomen. The force was so strong that he could clearly feel the scream of his organs, and his five stomach and six internal organs were almost displaced.

*bang—*

His back hit the guardrail of the road directly, and a quite obvious dent was made in the metal forged guardrail.

Completely inconsistent with her appearance, this woman looked like a predatory beast when fighting, with sharp and fierce movements, and a posture that would not stop until the prey was brought down.

The fierce wind roared in, and the opponent held the sword and rushed towards him like a beast with open claws. He subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, and the cold blade brushed against the tip of his nose and slashed down. The blade suddenly changed direction. His body instinctively bent its knees, lowered its height, and his hair scraped against his forehead.

Choso raised his hand and grabbed the blade. The tough metal was fragile in his hand. With a bang, the blade cracked and then shattered into pieces.

A brilliant day burst out on the horizon, the clouds and mist in the atmosphere above their heads surged, and the broken metal scattered in the morning mist that contained a faint golden glow.

Yayoi raised her other free hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist. She twisted the opponent's wrist in a strange way and threw the person out.

He rolled against the ground several times, then turned over with his hands on the ground, and the woman opposite slashed at him with the broken sword.

This was endless.

The sound of muscles colliding was dull and muffled. The two arms crossed and paused in mid-air. He raised his arm to hold Yayoi's arm. The two people seemed to be wrestling, confronting each other.

He clenched his teeth, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, his back arched, and his arms continued to increase in strength while trembling slightly. In terms of physique and strength alone, for a hundred and fifty years, Yayoi was definitely the first person he had ever seen to have such a physical strength.

"I have no intention of killing you." The woman who was confronting him had no expression on her face, and her cold eyes were not convincing at all. "At least not yet."

"Now, tell me." Yayoi spoke softly, her tone as cold as her expression, "What are you going to do by collecting Sukuna's fingers? What are you going to do to Yuji, my little brother?"

Perhaps hearing the words "little brother", Choso's movements paused for a moment. The precise fighting instinct of a beast made Yayoi aim at the gap of this moment and kicked him on the knee.

The knee that was kicked hit the cold and hard road, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow climbed up densely along the nerves.

The cold blade touched the throat, like the fangs of a beast biting the prey's throat. The sharp break was slightly embedded into the skin of the neck. When the blood dripped onto the road, it shattered and bloomed like a beautiful flower.

The autumn sky was vast and high, with white clouds rolling in the sky, and the honey-colored morning light falling slantingly into the lush mountain forest.

Yayoi looked condescendingly at the man who was half kneeling on the ground, with the broken blade of the sword pressed against the man's neck, her eyes were as cold as a winter lake.

"I'm really sorry, I'm an older brother."
Choso reached out and grabbed the tattered half of the blade. The sharp fracture and blade cut the skin of his palm, and blood dripped onto the asphalt road.

The pupils contracted violently, and even the blood boiled. The man's expression was as hard as a rock, and he looked directly into Yayoi's eyes.

"I also have younger brothers." He said word by word, "So I won't die until I see them."

The skin of both eyes began to become congested with blood, veins burst out around the eyeballs, and the blood-red lines stretched out like slender snakes.

The body temperature rose rapidly, the pulse beat violently, and the whole body was enveloped in a state of excitement.

"Flowing Red Scale".

It had the same ability as a stimulant, focusing this ability on the extraocular muscles to improve dynamic vision.

In this aspect, he was obviously much higher than Noritoshi. The young son and successor of the Kamo family could only concentrate his abilities on one eye. The eyes of the person in front of her had veins popping out, and they were ready to respond.

"It seems I don't have to hold back anymore." Yayoi said to herself, turning around and letting go of the broken sword in her hand.

The other person let go of his hand and threw the broken blade onto the asphalt road. The crisp sound was like slowly spreading ripples, echoing in the clear mist.

From beginning to end, the woman's face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold, like freezing lake water, silently exuding a chill.

The thin golden sunlight splashed onto the black road. The coldness in his eyes collapsed instantly, his pupils shrank violently, and the opponent raised her foot and kicked him over.

Crossing his hands in front of him to block, he kicked the person a long way away with such force that he gritted his teeth in pain.

When his eyes focused again, he saw the blade stuck on the road.

The woman on the opposite side had no intention of calling again, and tilted her head to the other end of the road.

Choso paused, rolled his eyes, and saw a blond man at the other end of the road, who was setting up a pergola and looking at the mountains and forests in the distance.

"It turns out that this is the real test." He heard the woman speak slowly.

Sukuna's finger seemed to be just a coincidence, or this person was just a layer of insurance for Sukuna's finger.

"Isn't Satoru-kun with you?" The other person looked at Yayoi frivolously, "It's hard for him to relax and leave these matters to a woman."

This familiar tone of Satoru-kun made Yayoi feel familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"Who are you?"

Speaking in unison, when the words came out, the two people who were fighting just now subconsciously looked at each other. When their eyes met, the two people paused.

"Your accomplice?" Choso's expression turned cold.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know him." Yayoi said with a serious expression on her face.

The expression of the man standing on the road pretending to be cool froze for a moment, then became distorted.

Choso's brows knitted into knots, and his words were filled with a cold and stern tone, "You are all sorcerers."

"I'm not a sorcerer." Yayoi said honestly.
If you didn't participate in the sorcerer rating, you were not a sorcerer in the first place.

Choso: ???

"Are you fooling me?" Choso looked at Yayoi suspiciously. Compared with the fierce look just now, after the battle was interrupted, she seemed to have fallen into a strange and cute state, and her eyes were much softer.

At the same time, it had the ferocity of a wild beast and the docility of a domestic cat. It was simply a weird synthesis.

"No." Yayoi puffed up her cheeks, "I'm just a teaching assistant."
Her expression was super serious, as if she wanted to take out her ID and show it to him.

At the end, she added, half complaining and half stating the facts, "Maybe it's because the higher-ups in the curse world are weird that they actually let a civilian employee perform the task."
The top management didn't behave well.

It's strange. They were obviously from different camps, and there was nothing serious about them being enemies. But at the moment, it seemed that both of them were more willing to beat up the man on the road first.

"He is so annoying," Yayoi said. "Although I have never seen him, I feel so annoyed."

"I haven't seen him before, but he feels very annoying." Choso agreed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Choso's eyes paused and fell on the red-haired woman suspiciously, thinking to himself, "What's the matter with you?" A few words could lead someone into a ditch. Was your sorcerer's assistant teacher poisonous?

"Who are you?" Yayoi frowned.

The other person knew Satoru and seemed to know herself, but she couldn't remember it. She was currently trying to pull the person out of her memory through his name.

The other person's expression seemed to be greatly insulted. If eyes could be arrows, Yayoi would have turned into a hedgehog long ago.

"Uncultured woman!" he said through gritted teeth.

Yayoi was confused by what she saw, and several question marks slowly appeared on her head.

"Women should be humble and obedient in front of men. It seems that Satoru-kun didn't teach you well." The other person took a deep breath, stabilized his posture, narrowed his eyes, and had a frivolous smile on his lips, "A woman who can't even remember a man's name should be stabbed in the back as soon as possible and die."

"Well, I can't blame you." The other person said mockingly, "After all, you are just an uneducated woman from a low-class branch of the Zenin family."

Yayoi was silent for a moment, then turned to Choso and said, "You run, I want to beat him even more now."

Liar, her cat would never say such things to her, and since when did she have a relationship with the Zenin family?

And—
Yayoi felt very uncomfortable, what did he call Satoru? Her cat was not familiar with this stuff at all.

Choso: ???
What the hell was this?

As soon as the words fell, she was silent for a moment, and then spoke as if she was talking to herself, "This won't work either. How about I make a plan together."

Choso: "..."
Did I want to lose face?

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IQ's off the grid again.

Yayoi picked up the intact scabbard that was thrown on the ground and whipped the man who suddenly ran out. She used her instinct to hit his face.

It was the other person who provoked her first. He didn't want to make it too obvious that he wanted to kill her and Death Painting Wombs together, and he took action.

After so much beating, while the other person was performing the technique, Yayoi finally remembered who the other party was.

—Nao○ Zenin

This guy was beaten by her, and she couldn't remember his name.

She remembered that after she beat the person, Ijichi looked like he was about to cry, and his hands kept shaking. He called Satoru in mourning. After the call ended, he put down the phone with a mournful face.

She asked Ijichi who the other person was. Ijichi was very depressed at that time and said that she had caused a big trouble. He was the successor of the Zenin family. Before he could finish his words, Satoru came over and interrupted his words. He was hungry and wanted to eat a small cake. Yayoi gave up the topic and went to buy him a small cake.

After that, Ijichi looked like he wanted to cry for several days.

The body of the Death Painting Wombs ran away, and later she found the remnants of "Suguru" nearby.

Yayoi threw away the blood-stained scabbard and looked at the son of the Zenin's family on the ground who was disfigured by her beating and was currently in a coma. The black road was spattered with blood spots, and his handsome cheeks were swollen. A pig's head with blood stains on the corners of its mouth.

It looked like a murder scene.

Yayoi thought for a moment, and with the thought of not causing any extra trouble to Satoru, she picked up the scabbard and put it into her backpack. With one hand, she picked up the back collar of the man who was lying on the ground, and dragged him along like a dead dog.

The sky turned white, and the early morning birdsong echoed under the semicircular sky.

This time the assistant director was neither Ijichi nor Nitta, but was personally dispatched by the higher-ups.

According to the agreed time, the other person was almost coming to pick her up.

The black car slid onto the mountain road in the early morning, the chirping of birds echoed in the forest below, and a figure appeared on the horizon dotted with daylight.

The assistant director was confused.

Slowly turning the steering wheel, the car slowly approached. It wasn't until the naked eye could see the person clearly that the assistant director realized that this was the person carrying out the mission.

The red-haired executor had an expressionless face, dragging a person like a dead dog, with a long trail of blood behind.

Even the assistant director who had seen the world had the urge to step on the accelerator, turn the car around and run away.

Yayoi asked the assistant director to open the trunk with a paralyzed face. The trembling assistant director opened the car door, got out of the car and opened the trunk. His eyes saw the person who was about to die in Yayoi's hands, and he didn't recognize it for a moment.

"This is..."

"Nao-whatever Zenin... I don't remember." Yayoi stuffed the person into the trunk.

Assistant director: "..."
It's okay, I just remember it.

Seeing that she was about to push down the trunk lid, the assistant director swooped down and held down the lid.

"What's wrong?" Yayoi's eyes fell on him.

The assistant director felt that all the hairs on his body stood up. He was worthy of being a woman of Satoru Gojo. She was so cruel. Not a family, don't enter the house!

The assistant director took a deep breath and straightened his tongue, "I'll take care of this little thing."

The assistant director looked at the half-dead heir of the Zenin family, and then at the ferocious redhead of the Gojo family. He swallowed, and after weighing the pros and cons, he followed Yayoi's instructions and put the son of the Zenin family into the trunk, he carefully adjusted his posture to avoid hitting his head while driving.

Well, even though it's all dumb, it didn't matter if it's hit or not.

"Oh." Yayoi was honest and polite, but she didn't know that in the eyes of the assistant director, she wanted to kill people and getting rid of them.

After closing the trunk lid, the assistant director nervously sat in the driver's seat and looked at Yayoi furtively out of the corner of his eye.

It's basically certain that this woman would be a threat in the eyes of the senior officials.

Yayoi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, thought for a while, took out a finger from her pocket, and with a 'pop' sound, she threw it in front of the windshield in the same way a yakuza suddenly took out a gun and threw it on the table.

Assistant director: !!!
God wanted to kill me!!!

"Hurry back to the high school." Yayoi said calmly.
It felt strange to have this thing in her pocket, and it felt strange to put it in front of her eyes.

"Ha- hai!" The assistant director stepped on the accelerator with a look of horror on his face.

The engine roared, and the black car raced on the winding road.

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

• Omake •

Satoru in Yayoi's eyes: The cutest big cat in the world.
Satoru in the eyes of the assistant director: Ruthless and ambitious.

#Opinions on Naoya Zenin:
Onii-chan: I want to beat him.
Little Redhead: I want to beat him.
Maki: I want to beat him.
Daddy Toji, who is far away in another world: I... who is this? It's so hard to beat.


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