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III: Extra Story
Chapter 142: Side Story · 1
In the future.

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The reason why forbidden techniques were called forbidden techniques was that they could not be abused casually.

Thinking back to the time when she sat in front of the TV and watched from a God's perspective as her brother-in-law's suspected cheating partner unilaterally beat up the heads of five villages, and then looking at her current head of white hair, Yayoi deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.

If she were to make an analogy, her body was like a sluice gate. The amount of cursed power accumulated in her body for so many years was released, and it was so huge that it was absolutely terrifying.

The amount of cursed power that could scare people to death was divided into two parts. No matter which part was taken out, it was still a terrifying amount. One of them was placed in Satoru's body as insurance. The "Prison Realm" was simply squeezed and exploded. Digesting Satoru's information was a matter of barely completing it. Yayoi's cursed power suddenly surged out of his body, which was equivalent to a balloon with internal gas constantly expanding, and finally exceeded its own limit.

The special-grade cursed object that could not consume the information of two people finally exploded.

By the way, the expression on the face of the brain who occupied Suguru's body at the scene was quite interesting. After so many years, it was the first time for him to encounter such a situation.

In addition, since Shibuya, Sukuna who had lived in Yuji's body had not made a sound. Logically, Yuji had eaten more than half of the fingers, and the power and soul of the King of Curses in his body were becoming more and more complete, which would inevitably affect Yuji as an individual.

But recently, Yuji found that Sukuna seemed to have lost the line. Even though he could still feel the existence of the King of Curses, he no longer heard the other person's careless and sarcastic remarks.

"It's 'binding'." During training, Satoru threw a can of coke to him, "Sukuna can no longer use your body, which can also be said to be another kind of curse."

Yuji raised his hand to catch the can that was thrown to him. There was a thin layer of white frost on the metal surface, and it felt cold when it touched the skin of his palm.

*sizzle—*

Satoru pulled the ring of the can in his hand, and the gas hit the can, making a long sound in his hand. "The curse power accumulated in her body is even greater than I thought. If it is all released, even Yuta can't catch up."

"It was completely spent during the battle between Shibuya and Sukuna." Satoru lowered his eyelashes, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint silhouette at the bottom of his eyes.

The sunlight that broke in through the shoji door reminded people of yellowed paper. The window frame was like a pair of scissors, and the sunlight that broke into the dojo was neatly cut.

Yuji subconsciously thought of the white hair falling like snowflakes in the night sky. The hand holding the can unconsciously exerted force, and the metal can in his hand was directly deformed.

He opened his mouth, his throat was inexplicably dry, and his voice was hoarse, "Sister..."

"She just became more sleepy recently." Satoru raised his hand holding the can slightly, lowered his eyelashes, hid the gloom in his eyes, and took a sip of the coke.

The forbidden technique that cut off Sukuna's control over Yuji's body, on the one hand, required a terrifying amount of cursed power, and on the other hand, the medium was the caster's blood.

When she grabbed the other person's ankle, the blood was stained on the other's body. The two people had a connecting medium. The process of casting the forbidden technique required constantly burning their own blood. If it weren't for the body's ability to repair too rudely and irrationally, and barbarically producing blood in the body, if someone else cast this forbidden technique, let alone completing it, even if they burned their own blood, they might not be able to meet the conditions.

The result was definitely deep anemia and extreme physical weakness, not to mention that she ran in Shibuya in the cold wind for who knew how long.

The result of all these things was that Yayoi's face was pale and bloodless for several days, and walking became a problem, not to mention the first few days, it hurt sho much to move her fingers. Shoko's reverse technique had very limited effect on this costly consequence. During the days when the pain was the worst, she could only be given painkillers.

His eyes fell on the neat shoji windows, the flat glass was stained with a layer of blurred golden sun, and the low shrubs stretched out their bare branches, casting shadows on them.

The air fell into an unusual silence, and he didn't hear Yuji make a sound for a long time.

When he came to his senses, Satoru found that his student who had always been optimistic and cheerful was lowering his head, holding the bottle of Coke in his hand. His palms were already wet, and large patches of shadows fell on his cheeks, covering the boy's eyebrows and eyes tightly.

Satoru paused, put the Coke in the niche next to him, squatted down, raised his hand and hit his student's head; causing him to fall straight backwards, and finally fell to the ground with a thud like a salted fish.

The ceiling of the dojo was reflected in his vision. Yuji stared at the wooden ceiling without blinking, his eyes seemed dull and blank, and the light and shadow fluttered in his pupils like butterfly wings.

"Sensei, I'm so weak." Yuji said, "I'm too weak."

Satoru squatted on the ground, looking at the salted fish-like man on the ground. After a long silence, he slowly spoke.

"Yes, you are quite weak." Satoru's eyes were calm.

Yuji still stared at the ceiling, "I can't beat the volcano head."

"Yeah." Satoru lowered his head and looked at him quietly, "I have killed the volcano head."

The volcano head couldn't beat him, and he laughed at him for being weak, so it was reasonable to say that Yuji, who couldn't beat the volcano head, was weak.

His dry lips trembled slightly, and his voice was trembling, "I almost killed my sister."
When he said something that didn't happen, he was also terrified.

"I couldn't stop Sukuna."
It should have been his responsibility to stop that old bastard.

Satoru didn't say anything, looked at him for a long time, stretched out his hand, and stroked his pink hair twice, "That was Sukuna's doing, you don't have to blame yourself for what others did."

"This is her own choice." Satoru whispered, "If she doesn't do it, then in the future, she will hate herself."

Yuji didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of heat, and the warm and humid feeling soaked his eyes.

"Be stronger, Yuji." Satoru said softly.

"Be stronger so that you won't regret it."

Satoru stroked the young man's hair with a little more force. He found that Yuji's hair seemed to be bald on the temples, and his scalp seemed to have signs of damage.

He was puzzled for a while. After all, his students, both male and female, fought fiercely. They hit with swords and hammers, swung their fists at people's faces, and kicked with their feet. So far, he had never seen students fighting and pulling hair and scalps.

How come this scalp...

After all, the tears did not fall in front of Satoru. Yuji sniffed, looked at the ceiling and nodded heavily.

"Aren't you going to see Yayoi?" Satoru held his cheek, and the blue pupils behind the black lenses danced.

Yuji was stunned for a moment and pursed his lips. It was almost two weeks since the incident in Shibuya. He still hadn't seen Yayoi. He just asked about her situation from Shoko and other people who had visited Yayoi.

Satoru sighed deeply and his eyelids drooped, "My wife is always thinking about other men. I'm jealous."

Yuji: "...that's my sister."

Satoru: "That's still my wife."

Yuji: "..."
Were you being reasonable?

Satoru raised his hand and pointed a finger in front of Yuji, "Fifteen minutes... no, ten minutes."

Yuji: "..."

Satoru's expression was inexplicably dangerous. "Since you are a student of the Great Teacher Satoru Gojo, I allow you to visit my wife for ten minutes."

Yuji: "...ten minutes won't accomplish anything."

Satoru's mouth corners turned down, with an unreasonable expression on his face. "Ten minutes is already a great honor for you. Yayoi's time is mine."

Yuji: "..."
Were you being reasonable?

"I am a reasonable person." Satoru said confidently.

Yuji: "..."
Didn't you even ask Geto-san's opinion?

Suguru, who got his body back, was now a brick in the technical college. He seemed to be happy to be a brick, moving wherever he was needed. Surprisingly, the person in charge was not Satoru, but Yuta, who beat him half to death last year.

Yuta returned to Japan two days after the Shibuya incident. After returning home, he had a verbal fight with the senior management, and Satoru kicked the door in from outside the conference room.

After Satoru appeared, Yuta stood aside and listened to the verbal fight between the two sides. Compared with the past, perhaps it was too much time, he found that something had changed in the teacher. His attitude towards the senior management became very bad with the naked eye, and even the senior management was a little afraid of Satoru.

Satoru unilaterally and brutally changed Suguru's death sentence to lifelong surveillance. After an overwhelming tug-of-war, Yuta finally became the person in charge of Suguru.

Satoru, who liked to take advantage of others, seemed to be very happy with this result. With Suguru, he no longer had to worry about skipping work and being scolded by Principal Yaga.

The result was still scolded.

The senior management was very angry, but it seemed that he had a handle in his hand, so they did not dare to tear their faces with him for a while, and could only let him put the right to deal with Suguru into their sphere of influence.

"It's like this, my wife's brain circuit... is different from others." Yuta still remembered the helpless and distressed expression of his teacher while scratching his hair, "Before getting married, for a long time, she thought that Suguru and I... had an affair."

Yuta: "... I understand, leave Suguru Geto to me."
Sensei's wife's brain circuit is indeed a bit strange.

For the harmony of his teacher's family, he felt that he had to work hard.

Satoru, whose distress came and went quickly, patted his student's thin shoulders vigorously, smiling brightly, "So Yuta, I'll leave Suguru to you!"

Yuta: "... I will try my best."
Try not to fight with him.

According to Satoru's exclusive news, the reason why Suguru and Yuta fought was because Suguru wanted to steal someone else's wife.

If the person who leaked the news was not too unreliable, the first-year students who were not very clear about the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" incident would have thought that this squinty-eyed and weird-haired man was a minotaur who liked NTR.

After that, students could often see Suguru in the high school, sometimes trimming the green plants of the high school, sometimes filling in for Satoru who skipped class in the first-year classroom, and sometimes helping in the cafeteria that was short of staff. As long as Suguru appeared in the cafeteria, the breakfast, lunch and dinner of the day would definitely be soba noodles. This notorious curse user had an extremely deep love for soba noodles. For a long time, the students of the high school did not want to see soba noodles on the table.

After barely settling down, Satoru arranged for him to meet Nanako and Mimiko. The two children went to Shibuya to trade with Sukuna with Sukuna's fingers in their pockets. If it weren't for Yayoi who intervened halfway, they might have died. After confirming that it was the real Suguru and not the fake one, they cried louder and louder.

The two children hiccuped and cried, and asked Suguru not to abandon them again in unclear words, which made Suguru at a loss. He coaxed them for a long time, and also refreshed the second graders' impression of him as a vicious person.

Nanako sniffed, and the little girl wiped her red eyes, "What are you going to do now, Geto-sama?"

Mimiko, whose eyes were also as red as rabbit eyes, nodded.

"The boat will be straightened out when the bridge is reached." Suguru touched the heads of the two children and smiled gently, "I have a lot of things to say to you, about many things."

"And... I will never abandon you two again." Suguru touched the heads of the two children, and his purple eyes were so clear and gentle for the first time since then.

Nanako looked at Suguru, then at Satoru who was standing on his back, and nodded heavily, "We are where you are."

"By the way, have you seen Yayoi?" The girl holding the doll thought of Yayoi who suddenly appeared and grabbed Sukuna who was controlling Yuji's body and threw him away.

Satoru's ears twitched when he heard his wife's name. He looked up and saw the two children looking at him with strange eyes. How to say it, their eyes were full of anger and condemnation.

Satoru: ???
What did he do?

Satoru felt wronged. It was obviously he who arranged for the two children to meet Suguru.

"Geto-sama, we will support you no matter what!" Nanako looked at Suguru with bright eyes, "Geto-sama will not lose to this white-haired man!"

Suguru: ???
How did it get to this point?

Today, Suguru was still confused until the two naughty children raised their arms and shouted to support Suguru to snatch the person back from Satoru. The two adults understood something.

Gojo the Cat: the smile gradually disappeared.jpg
Second Grade: It turned out that you were really an NTR.

Suguru: "..."
The naughty children hurt me.

In short, there was a saying, you would always pay for what you have done.

The price of a moment of frivolity in youth was the reputation that would be harmed in the future.

At the devil's hour, the golden red sunset spread over the entire college, the sky burned a huge fire, and the clouds rolled out gorgeous flames. [1]

The old camphor tree towered into the clouds, and countless dark nights dragged on the ground were entangled together.

Yayoi woke up from her sleep with a drowsy consciousness, from blurry to sober, and vaguely heard the hoarse crows lurking outside.

Yayoi subconsciously touched the side, but found nothing.

The groping action paused for a moment, and then there was a rustling sound.

Yayoi had a messy head of white hair, and the messy hair on her head was restlessly sticking up.

She walked out of the bed barefoot, and the hem of her skirt was dragged and fell off the quilt.

Her consciousness seemed to be still trapped in a soft cloud, half awake and half confused, her bones were soft.

She walked barefoot on the floor and walked all the way to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The golden red glow poured down from the sky like ink, and the afterglow of the sunset fell straight into the courtyard, as magnificent as before.

Her eyes, which had not seen the light for too long, could not bear such stimulation, and her eyelids closed reflexively.

After spending some time to adapt to such beautiful glow, Yayoi opened the window, and the cool breeze that came in made her shiver.

When she saw the branches outside the window, she realized that although it was not snowing, it was almost winter.

Yayoi shrank her toes, and a soft cloth suddenly fell on her shoulders. Her body suddenly flew into the air and was picked up from behind.

A black coat fell on her, and the cold breath of winter pine wrapped in the sweet taste of icing sugar.

"Are you cold?" The warm cheek pressed against her neck.

Yayoi blinked, tucked her toes, and naturally hugged the other's neck, "A little."

"Where did you go?" When the soft hair rubbed against her cheek, it was a little itchy. Yayoi hugged the other's neck tightly and rubbed it with her eyes closed.

"Of course I went to work." The big white cat whispered in her ear, "It is the husband's responsibility to support the family, isn't it?"

Yayoi curved his eyes, "Welcome back, Mr. Cat, who has worked hard to support the family."

The gorgeous sunset fell into the amber eyes, and the person in his arms was surrounded by laziness that had not yet dissipated, just like a cat that had just woken up from sleep, with soft bones.

The chest seemed to be scratched by a cat's paws, and it felt itchy.

Satoru hugged his wife and rubbed her several times with purring.

"Does it still hurt?" Satoru whispered, and his eyelashes like pigeon feathers trembled slightly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yayoi said.

"..."
"..."

"Well, it hurts a little." Yayoi blinked twice, looked at her husband's face that suddenly became serious, and said honestly, "Kiss me, kiss me a few more times, and the pain will go away."

Satoru's eyelashes trembled, and he kissed his wife's cheeks, eyebrows, nose tip, and eyelids several times.

His warm palms pressed against the back of Yayoi's head, gently stroking, and his movements were so gentle that it seemed as if the person in his hands was something fragile. If it were him more than ten years ago, he would never look like someone who would use such force.

"The hair will grow back." Yayoi said.

The red hair of the red-haired clan was more like a sign than ordinary hair. The old people in the clan would not have white hair like ordinary people. Only when the body was exhausted, would it turn into spotless white.

She was an exception among exceptions. Shoko gave her first aid. The revived heart was like a spark in the dry firewood. The curse left by Sukasha forcibly pulled back the silent soul, revived the sleeping body, and the bonfire started burning again.

The body that was drained of all the cursed power was currently very weak. The body's ability to repair itself, like a Reverse Cursed Technique, was not functioning properly. Unless enough cursed energy was replenished in a short time, she could only have white hair.

Satoru held her a little tighter, and his lips unconsciously pursed.

Yayoi held the big cat's cheek and kissed him on the lips. Her breath was as light as a handful of snow falling from the treetops in winter.

Satoru opened his eyes wide, hugged Yayoi and cried, buried his head directly in her chest, and muttered loudly, "Too much, Yayoi is super too much!"

Yayoi hugged her cat, sat on the cat's lap, and didn't know what was going on, letting the cat's head push against her chest.

—Why did she go too far?

Satoru gritted his teeth and bit her chin lightly. Something was stirring in his eyes, as if he was trying his best to endure something, and he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Get well soon." The big white cat spoke, his voice a little muffled.

The setting sun sank into the horizon, and darkness swept over.

"I will." Yayoi's chin rested on his hair.

Satoru tightened his hand around his wife's waist, closed his eyes, and felt his wife's body temperature in the dark night with satisfaction.

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Brother Suguru: I am not, I didn’t, don’t say anything.

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[1] "The devil's hour (逢魔が時 oumagatoki; JP)". Twilight; the time for disasters (similar to 'the witching hour' but not midnight).


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