Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 139
Chapter 139: Shibuya (6)
"Goodbye."
There was a doubt that had been lingering in her heart.
—Why was she alive?
The living could not see the dead, and the dead could not cross the boundary to touch the world of the living. Between life and death, there was a boundary that could never be crossed. It was a dividing line that separated the worlds of life and death, and it was also a taboo that the living should not touch.
The living should not go to the world of the dead, even just touching it was an offense.
She had been "dead" from the moment she was born. Sukasha refused her "death" and was so stubborn that she almost crazily touched the taboo, and even crossed the taboo.
She didn't know what kind of mood Sukasha had when she touched the door that separated the two worlds, but Sukasha did succeed.
The soul returned from the world of the dead. Love was the most twisted curse. The body was the "container" that binds the soul to the human world. Her mother, Sukasha, brought her child back from the world of the dead to the world of the living, violating the normal law of life and subverting life and death. She became the most perfect "container".
It was an offense for the living to touch the world of the dead. It was a kind of filth for people who should have died to return to the world of the dead.
So this child who returned from the world of the dead to the world of the living became the most taboo filth in everyone's eyes.
—An existence that should not exist.
For the rest of her life, she was tabooed by everyone who knew of her existence.
It was said that the oldest life was born in the ocean.
Seventy percent of the earth's area was covered by the ocean. A considerable number of people believe that the ocean was the birthplace of life on this planet. It was not impossible that life was born in the ocean before the land rose from the ocean.
To be honest, this was just a simple speculation. No one could be sure whether the land or the ocean came first on this planet.
The above words were roughly what the biology teacher said when she was in junior high school.
She remembered that it was a summer, a hot summer. Even if it was filtered by the glass window, the sun was still hot enough to kill people. The noisy cicadas lingered in the sky of Urami East Junior High.
She was drowsy in the heat. She only remembered one sentence from beginning to end, and didn't listen to the rest of the words.
—People live on a planet that was 70% seawater. The oldest life may be born in the sea.
This was what Misako summarized from the biology teacher's endless talk throughout the class.
Yayoi didn't know whether the oldest life was born in the ocean, but she knew that before she came to the world, she was wrapped in a large area of water, as gentle as a mother's embrace.
In the hazy world, the vision was hazy, and the sky was hazy, like the beginning of dawn, the riverside was filled with mist-like water vapor, and the gentle sound of flowing water gurgled.
She was immersed in a gentle water, as if she was still a baby wrapped in amniotic fluid in her mother's belly.
*gurgle* *gurgle*
The flowing liquid began to surge, rushing towards her in an overwhelming manner. Countless bubbles came from the bottom of the water and exploded one after another in front of her. The white light that exploded in front of her eyes cut a hazy area and pushed her out of the water.
The noisy cicadas were forced into a straight line. She woke up in a daze. The chair under her butt moved violently. Her vision went from blurry to clear. She saw Misako twitching her eyes frantically from the corner of her eyes. The girl's face was particularly strange. She realized that it was Misako who kicked her stool just now.
She looked up in confusion, and what she saw was the biology teacher's stern face. The smooth and bright top of her head like a boiled egg could reflect the words on the blackboard.
Yayoi understood, and under the instructions of the biology teacher, she rolled to the door of the classroom and stood there as punishment.
Mottled shadows of trees fell all over the windowsill, the cicadas in midsummer kept chirping, and the golden sunlight fell all over the corridor.
She stood at the door of the classroom, and the bald teacher's voice rang out again in the classroom. The words chiseled on the class sign at the door of the classroom were clearly visible.
Yayoi tilted her head and stood at the door of the teacher's door, tilting her head against the words on it, staring blankly for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong.
The biology teacher with a smooth top like a boiled egg, Misako who would kick her chair to remind her, the door sign at the door of the classroom, and herself who was kicked out by the teacher for sleeping in class.
Everything was normal.
She stood there, head down, her school uniform was neat, her bow tie was neat, her red hair slid down her neck, and fell all over her shoulders.
Eye-catching red hair was normal.
She thought.
As she thought, a strong roar exploded in her ears, and the doorplate of the next class seemed to be shaken by the thunderous roar. The two boys were chased out after the explosion.
She saw two heads, one black and one white, and faintly smelled the choking smell of tobacco.
The black-haired boy had a bun, earrings, small eyes, and a gentle smile on his eyebrows. When he smiled, Yayoi thought of a fox.
The sight fell on the white-haired boy. He was very tall, with silver-white hair that was restlessly curled up. He also wore a pair of small black sunglasses on his nose. He put his hands on his furry head and grabbed it randomly, with an impatient look on his face.
The two troublemakers who were chased out gathered together and muttered something. A moment later, the teacher's irritable roar came from the classroom again— if you keep mumbling, you go to the playground hand in hand.
The two troublemakers paused after hearing this, looked at each other, and made vomiting movements and expressions together, indicating that they would be obedient and would rather die than hold each other's hands.
"Satoru." Fox Eyes nudged the white-haired boy with his elbow.
"Huh?" The white-haired boy yawned, tears in the corners of his eyes, "What are you doing?"
He turned back following fox-eyes' gaze, and his eyes met Yayoi's.
A gust of wind blew in the corridor, and the rustling sound of the wind lingered in his ears.
The lush shadows of the trees outside swayed with rustling sounds, the clouds in the sky rolled and stretched, the shadows cast faded and spread, and the scorching sun fell on the metal railings, bursting with dazzling light.
The boundless blue spread out in the eyes, as if a bottle of azure ink was spilled on white paper, and after being freely rendered, it became the most beautiful pale blue in the world.
"What are you looking at, little red-haired girl?" He raised his chin, and his jaw drew a smooth line.
Under the black lenses, the gorgeous pale blue was looming, and the proud look was like a big white cat with blue eyes, and the hair all over his body was energetic.
"I'm looking at you, your eyes are so beautiful." She blinked.
The big white cat paused, and even the hair on his body seemed to stand up.
Maybe it was because the summer temperature was too hot, the thin red color silently spread on the skin, and the red color on the cheeks became more and more intense. After a moment, the whole cat seemed to be cooked, and a heat was emanating from the whole body.
"Don't talk nonsense!" The big white cat was furious, and ran over, stretched out two cat paws and greeted her face, "You little red-haired girl, don't talk nonsense!"
"Mmmm—" Yayoi was pinched on the cheek by him, and couldn't even say a complete sentence.
The skin under the fingertips soon turned red. The white-haired boy who pinched the face paused, subconsciously stopped the movement of his hands, and after releasing his hands, he slowed down the movement of his hands and rubbed her face.
"You can eat food casually, but you can't talk nonsense!" The big white cat said with gritted teeth while rubbing the red marks on her face.
"I'm not talking nonsense, your eyes are really beautiful, you look like a big cat..."
Big white cat.
Yayoi let the other person rub her face aggrievedly, and told him stubbornly, but the other person's face became even redder, and even the hand that was rubbing her face unconsciously increased its strength.
Warm body temperature came from the fingertips on her cheek continuously.
The warm liquid soaked her eyes in an instant, and when she came to her senses, tears had already rolled out like beads with broken strings.
The big white cat was stunned, and after seeing her tears, his eyebrows were a little at a loss.
"Satoru, you made the girl cry." The corners of the black haired boy's lips curved, and his squinting eyes slightly opened. The deep purple pupils could hardly hide the gloating in his eyes.
"I... didn't mean it!" The big white cat exploded in an instant, as if he wanted to force himself to stay calm.
"Don't cry, it's so ugly when you cry!" He wiped her tears and grumbled with gritted teeth.
She sniffed, tried to raise her head, and tried to hold back the heat in her eyes, trying to hold back the tears, but they were still rolling in her eyes.
The golden sunlight soaked the treetops, and the green waves rolled under the clear summer sky, and the sound of the leaves swaying was crisp and pleasant.
She opened her mouth, "Satoru."
The big white cat paused.
"Satoru." She called his name.
The noisy cicadas and the sound of the undulating trees faded away little by little.
"I want to see you."
She stretched out her hand, stood on tiptoe, and hugged her husband who looked like a teenager more than ten years ago.
'I miss you very much.'
She raised her eyelids and found that her eyelids were as heavy as lead.
When her consciousness woke up again from the chaos, the warm liquid flowed down her forehead, dripped, fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and the traces splashed on the rugged ground were scarlet and dazzling.
There were a few more ticking sounds, like the sound of an alarm clock turning the second hand.
The noisy chirping of cicadas, the ringing of the bell for the end of get out of class, the creaking sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard, and the figure faded away like the tide.
She slowly raised her eyelids, and the world in front of her was a mess, as if it had rolled through an assembly line, with scratches all over her vision, broken telephone poles, neatly divided metal doors and windows, and the cuts were so neat and smooth that it made people feel uneasy.
She realized that she seemed to have fainted for a moment while standing.
The warm liquid flowed down her forehead and seeped into her eye sockets. She raised her hand and touched her eyes. Her vision became a little clearer. She saw a blurry figure, standing in front of her with a messy world as the background, looking at her almost like an ant, but there was a little more interest in his eyes, as if he had seen something interesting.
*drip* *drip*
The scarlet liquid meandered on the white arm like a tangled vine, and when it fell to the ground, it exploded into enchanting red flowers.
"Not dead yet." The other person put his hands loosely into his pockets, and the corners of his mouth were pulled open.
After a moment, he touched his chin, pouted his mouth and tilted his head to look at her for a while, "I didn't realize before that your body is more like a 'vessel' than a 'human body'."
"Is this body artificial?" The King of Curses with a young body raised his eyebrows, thought for a long time, and then pulled the corners of his mouth, "You are more suitable to be called a 'vessel' than this brat.
"Kind of." Yayoi wiped her eyes again, trying to make her vision clearer.
From beginning to end, her expression did not show fear of death, or even terror.
Even the King of Curses, who was thousands of years old, could not understand what was going on in the mind of a creature like the redhead.
"You are really boring." Sukuna raised his chin and looked sideways, "You are obviously a monster, but you choose to restrain your teeth, and are willing to be bound and hand the chains to others."
Sukuna looked at the disheveled woman in front of him with a faint look. He was a little surprised that she could stand up, but she probably wouldn't last long in this state.
"People and cursed spirits like to form groups, gangs, and then measure themselves by the number of people gathered around them. The weaker they are, the more they are, the more unbearable it is." Sukuna opened the corner of his mouth, "But you seem to be a little different."
"Compared to demeanor, you are more like a beast that acts according to instinct. "
"This is much more interesting than others." Sukuna said.
Yayoi suddenly felt annoyed by this thousand-year-old man who used her brother's body to do bad things. Maybe it was because he had been a finger for too long. Finally, she could stop being a finger and was locked in her brother's body. He hadn't spoken for too long, so he kept talking like this.
She moved her arm. A large part of the sleeve of her uniform was missing. The exposed arm was covered with hideous scratches, which were neat as if someone had measured and scratched them with a ruler. The bones under the skin could be vaguely seen.
The muscles exposed to the air were squirming, and the injured parts were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was estimated that it would not take long for the body to recover.
This was not even the case with Yuji, the body of the King of Curses.
Sukuna raised his eyelids slightly. Even he had to admit that her body was so weird that it was beyond the range of normal humans. It was almost like a cursed body.
"Do you want to set up a 'binding'? "Yayoi suddenly laughed, her bloody lips became brighter, and the red hair hanging on her shoulders was like a red cloud, hot and flamboyant.
"Oh?" Sukuna raised his eyebrows, "At this time?"
Perhaps because this woman had slapped him twice and played with him for so long and could still stand, he inexplicably became interested.
"Before you kill me, you can't kill anyone here." Yayoi said.
After a beating, she seemed to understand a little bit. This thousand-year-old man did everything based on his mood. To put it nicely, he was moody. To put it bluntly, he was a dog. The heart of a dog was like a needle in the sea. Even if you spent all your thoughts, you may not be able to guess it. It was better to be straightforward.
"Are you urging me to kill you quickly?" Sukuna sneered.
"I won't die."
Yayoi raised her eyes. She didn't know when Yuji had grown taller than her. If she wanted to look at him, she had to raise her head, or he would lower his head.
"Someone wants you dead very much." Sukuna said.
The guy who was hiding behind and calculating everything, planned to let Uraume bring his fingers to find this kid, and specially brought this woman in front of him. He knew what the other party was going to do with his toes.
"It seems that you are a trouble to that guy. "Sukuna said.
"If you die, the little brat will be sad and cry bitterly, right?" The King of Curses slowly raised his hand, "Very good, it doesn't matter if I make this 'bind'."
"Anyway, you will die soon." Ten fingers moved, hands made seals, and the King of Curses, who was wearing a boy's body, opened his mouth and showed his white teeth, "Domain Expansion · Malevolent Shrine."
The scarlet torii rose from the ground, the overwhelming smell of rust came to the face, and countless corpses surged out.
It was as if someone was holding a paintbrush, using the broken world as a canvas, painting it with blood and embellishing it with bones. The boyish King of Curses stood in the center of a bloody world, like a Shura from an ancient Ukiyo-e.
A hellish change.
Yayoi raised her hand and moved her lips.
The lips opened and closed, as if he was saying something.
The golden chains were like a group of golden snakes coming out of their nests, and the black runes were endless. Silently climbing up the golden chain, it then burst out a dazzling white light like a red-hot iron.
She looked at the King of Curses, and the sound of the school bell and the noisy cicadas seemed to ring in her ears again. The mottled shadows of the trees passed by her eyes. It seemed that there was a summer in her memory. She sat in the courtyard of her home in Saitama Prefecture. The watermelon on the plate was cool and sweet, and the old-fashioned electric fan was shaking its blades.
She seemed to see the blue sky.
...I want to see you.
She opened her mouth, and it seemed that speaking became a very difficult thing. She couldn't make a sound in her throat.
She raised her hands and clasped her fingers.
Hot blood rushed through the blood vessels of her body, and black incantations floated on the surface of her body, spreading over most of her face as if injected with vitality.
...I really want to see you.
But I couldn't seem to see you anymore.
She heard the sound of the tide in a trance, and she opened her eyes. The sky surrounding the sea was as clean and blue as if it had been washed by water. The ancient tide echoed on the sea level. When the tide rose and fell, the waves hit the reefs and smashed into pieces, and the splashing water splashed like broken pearls.
She shrank her toes, and her feet were covered with soft wet white sand.
On the other side of the beach, ancient stone steps extend upwards one by one, and the vermilion torii stands on the top of the mountain like a gate separating two worlds.
The cry of seabirds was stretched out in the ups and downs of the tide, and the rushing seawater drew wrinkles on the beach.
*jingle*
A short bell sound flashes in the air.
She turned around and saw a red-haired priestess in white clothes and scarlet trousers standing in front of the surging tide, with vermilion tassels falling from her shoulders to her chest.
Yayoi felt that she knew who she was.
"Sukasha."
The priestess with a similar face tilted her head and smiled, and the vermilion tassels swayed with her movements.
"You seem to have grown up a lot." She smiled at her.
Yayoi paused, "I'm not a kid anymore."
Women of her age have already become mothers.
"It's hard to say." Sukasha crossed her arms, raised her hands, and wrapped her fingers around a strand of red hair. The red hair also entangled around her white fingertips in circles.
The amber eyes narrowed slightly, and the woman looked at her teasingly, with a bit of charm between her eyebrows that Yayoi didn't have.
"Look, you still look like a child." She said.
Yayoi looked down and saw her white feet. She was wearing the shrine maiden costume she wore a long time ago, and her height was still the short height she was in junior high school.
Sukasha lifted the hem of her skirt, and the red hem of her skirt swayed in the white waves. Her bare feet crushed the white flowers along the way and stopped in front of her.
She let go of her hand holding the hem of her skirt, turned her head and grabbed Yayoi's face, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.
"This face must have become an outstanding beauty." The red-haired woman smiled with curved eyebrows, "Is it liked by many men?"
Yayoi's face was pinched by her, and she was about to ask her to be gentler, but she let go of her hand.
"I have a lot to say to you, but time is too short and too stingy for me." Sukasha lowered her eyelids, and her delicate eyelashes were like the drooping wings of a butterfly, casting a faint silhouette at the bottom of her eyes.
"I'm leaving now." Sukasha said.
Yayoi opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Sukasha's hand was on her shoulder, turning her in a direction, "It's 'I' who's leaving, you have to go over there."
She held her shoulder, and the warm breath fell on her ear. She lowered her head and whispered something in her ear.
Yayoi paused, "Will I see you again?"
Sukasha smiled, "Yes, when you become an old woman with wrinkles on your face and die of old age."
Yayoi wanted to say something, but Sukasha pushed her shoulder and urged, "Hurry up!"
She came back to her senses in a daze, her short body became taller, her red hair grew longer and fell on her shoulders, and her red and white shrine maiden costume turned into a black technical school uniform.
Sukasha stood on the beach and waved at her, her movements were as energetic as a teenage girl, and her scarlet tassels kept shaking.
"Goodbye, my child."
The sound of the tide came overwhelmingly, taking everything away.
The golden chain broke in an instant, and the sound of the broken chain was like the collision of painted horses in the wind, and the silver-white halo was like shredded gold foil scattered in the wind.
The smell of rust was boiling to the extreme, and the domain was lifted. Sukuna watched the red on the opposite side fall to the ground with cold eyes.
Sukuna walked over. Apart from those hideous wounds, Yayoi's body was intact. If it were someone else, after a round of the "Malevolent Shrinw", the body would have been cut into pieces.
He glanced at the golden chains that slowly melted into the air. The strength of these chains was unexpected.
But that was the end.
He looked up and raised his feet to leave, but his ankle suddenly tightened. A hand grabbed his ankle, and the five fingers kept closing, like tightening shackles.
Sukuna: "…"
F*ck, she's not dead yet.
Even Sukuna couldn't help but want to complain, with such tenacious vitality, were you a cockroach?
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Brainy: I can't beat Satoru Gojo, and I can't beat Satoru Gojo's redhead, so I can only let others do it.
Uncle: I have never seen such a difficult woman, tsk.
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