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III: Extra Story
Chapter 161: Side Story · 20
But for your sake (End)

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What happened in the shopping place was just a trivial episode, a short moment of relaxation in the midst of busyness.

Apart from the fact that the two Satous almost fought each other after the incident, which left a deep shadow in the hearts of the four first-year students, and the strange look in Yaga's eyes when he looked at him. If it must to be said, it was a look that was always preventing him from going out to commit crimes. He was told to obey the law and be conscientious every now and then, and not to deceive ignorant girls, so often that Shoko thought he had done something bad outside to make their teacher so cautious, and everything remained the same.

Satoru did not tell anyone about his secret contact with Suguru, nor did he return the mobile phone he had taken from Suguru to its original owner.

He stuffed the mobile phone into the drawer of his desk, and from time to time pressed a stack of documents on it. When he wanted to find the mobile phone, the drawer was already full of documents.

Satoru rummaged through the drawer for a few times, and finally took out all the documents inside.

The drawer was empty, with no mobile phone or documents.

Meeting his another self and a wife from another world seemed like a dream.

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His life was still full of busy work.

After a meeting with a close friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his life, which was already filled with countless tasks, became even busier. He ran around to verify certain things, from Yuta to the non-human creatures who coveted Suguru in secret, and from the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons to the Shibuya Incident.

He spent a little effort to verify these things, and for this he made a special trip to Sendai.

The slender branches were soaked in the honey-like sunlight, the playground of Sugisawa High School was illuminated by the sunlight, and the conversations of boys and girls were gathering in the air.

He stood in a corner where the sunlight could not reach, and large patches of shadows fell at his feet.

Satoru cast his eyes on the playground from afar. The basketball was rising and falling, and the soles of his shoes were rubbing against the rough ground. The boy in the red hoodie jumped up, and his movements were sharp, like a little leopard with muscles bursting and bones crackling.

*bang—*

A perfect dunk, the basketball went through the hoop, and the metal hoop shook violently, and the hoop was deformed on the spot.

The cheers of the boys on the playground were like a rolling tide in an instant. The boy who won the game with one blow was lifted and thrown into the sky by everyone.

The sky was so dazzling that it made people dizzy. Pieces of clouds rolled in the atmosphere, and a dazzling golden red color appeared in the cracks of the clouds, like a slender silk thread.

After finishing a game, the boy landed on the ground and ran towards the school gate without stopping. Not long after, he disappeared from sight. The speed of rapid movement was amazing.

As dusk approached, the yellow sunlight fell all over the ground. Satoru put his hands on the awning and said, "Oh, wow."

With this physical fitness, even a sorcerer who was strengthened by cursed power might not be able to catch up.

Was this the body specially prepared for Sukuna as Suguru said?

Satoru curled his lips. To be honest, he had a good impression of this child.

Satoru asked around and found out that this child was called Yuji Itadori, a student at the junior high school of Sugisawa High School. He was very good at sports and was nicknamed "Tiger of the West". He had an elderly grandfather at home and must return home at five o'clock every day.

"Eh, no sister?" Satoru frowned slightly.

"I remember that guy is an only child." The boy who played basketball with Yuji just now said.

Satoru frowned again.

An only child...

The bright red color spread across the sky little by little, like a spreading red tide, and large patches of shadows surged out from the corners of the building.

The sunset at dusk was gorgeous and dazzling, the ringing of bicycle bells chased past, and the words on the billboards hung in the convenience store were reflected by the sunset.

Satoru took out his mobile phone and began to order Ijichi swiftly. Ijichi, who started working overtime for no reason, went to the relevant department to retrieve Yuji's personnel file and sent it to Satoru's mobile phone.

An only child, still an only child.

His eyelashes drooped, a thin silhouette fell into his eyes, and his eyes became dim in the shaky sunset at dusk.

Satoru put his phone in his trouser pocket as if nothing had happened, looked up, walked slowly along the path, and bought a few sunflowers when passing by the flower shop. The owner skillfully tied them into an exquisite bouquet with ribbons.

Satoru went to the hospital with the bouquet to see Grandpa Itadori for medical treatment. After asking the nurse at the nurse station, he found the ward.

There was no one in the ward. The nurse said that the grandfather's grandson came, and the grandfather and grandson went to exercise.

To be honest, he had only come into contact with annoying and conservative old men before, and the smell of decay almost overflowed from the loose skin. This was the first time he had seen such a spirited old man.

The nurse at the nurse station said that the old man had a serious illness some time ago, and his grandson was worried about him and insisted that he be hospitalized. After a big quarrel between the grandfather and grandson, the old man compromised. The old man who compromised in action did not compromise in spirit. He never used the portable call device equipped in the ward to call the nurse, and basically did everything himself.

The grandson of the old man would come to the hospital on time at five o'clock every day. The stubborn grandfather would have a quarrel every day. After today's quarrel, the old man took his grandson downstairs to practice boxing.

Satoru held a bouquet of flowers, and the setting sun fell in through the glass window. The white bedding was stained with a gorgeous red like blood, and the hoarse cries of crows were hovering and circling in the sky.

Through the glass window upstairs, he saw the grandfather and grandson downstairs. The old man kicked his grandson on the head. The grandson raised his arm to block and shouted, "I'm not smart, and you keep kicking me on the head."

The grandfather who kicked his grandson on the head didn't feel guilty at all, and shouted back, "It's because you're not smart that I want to try to be smarter."

The grandson was shocked and asked loudly, "Are you really my grandfather?"

The old man jumped up and punched again, "You are not my grandson, whose grandson are you?" His voice was so loud and powerful that most of the hospital could hear it.

After a while, Satoru put the bouquet next to the cabinet beside the bed and turned to leave the ward.

The corridor was quiet, and the fine fallen leaves swirled in the cool autumn breeze. Satoru put his hands in his coat pockets and walked forward silently. The grandfather and grandson who had finished exercising passed by him, and the sweat soaked the clothes on his back.

Yuji paused when his eyes touched the person covered in black clothes. The other person walked past him, said nothing, and slowly walked to the exit of the corridor, with large shadows falling behind him.

"What are you dawdling for?" The old man's full voice resounded throughout the corridor.

The boy followed him, "I'm coming."

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The shop window reflected the gray sky, the warm lights spread on the smooth glass windows, and the tiny snowflakes were beautiful in the air, like dandelions flying by the river in summer.

The sky was quiet and soft like a cat in the shedding period, and the melted snowflakes left a slightly cool touch on the palm.

He realized that this year's autumn was over.

—Winter was coming.

The water stains left on the palm had dried up, Satoru put his hand in his pocket, took out the mobile phone in it and pressed it against his ear.

It started snowing in Tokyo, and the corners of Aomori were filled with snowflakes.

The bus stopped at the station made a dull sound. The moment the door opened, cold air rushed into the car, and the exhaled breath condensed into water mist and dissipated in the air.

The door of the bus slowly closed, and a "hiss" sounded under the sky, and the bus staggered towards the horizon.

In a town in Kitakami County, Aomori Prefecture, on the east side of Hakkoda Mountain, the clouds floating in the sky were like torn cotton wool, and the pure white snow piled up on the mountaintops, like a pale old man.

The branches that had lost all their branches stretched their claws to the sky, and the slender branches were covered with plain white frost.

The branches tilted, and the snowflakes fell into the snow at the bottom of the tree with a snap.

The country road was deserted and lonely, and occasionally a white bird flying in the sky cast a few crisp bird calls.

Satoru put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the path.

A few black wires were stretched out in the clear blue sky. If you look closely, you could see that they were covered with white frost. The frozen river surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the floating bridge across the river.

Satoru saw the roof facing the snowflakes and the torii standing under the sky from a distance.

He had checked the weather forecast before coming. Aomori had been snowing for several days in a row. The snow on the road was piled up to bury people. Finally, there was a sunny day. The children who were released were like birds out of a cage. They ran out after their companions all the way. At the end, they even circled around Satoru. Satoru put his hands in his pockets. He was not affected at all and had time to leisurely appreciate the clear sky after the heavy snow.

The footsteps finally stopped. The children saw the bandage on Satoru's eyes and their eyes gradually became absent-minded.

This age was the most straightforward age for people, and children of this age were also particularly naughty.

"Are you blind?" The leading child pursed his mouth, his expression was very arrogant, and the question was quite straightforward.

"What do you think?" Satoru lifted his lips.

The boy choked when he was asked back. The white-haired man was relaxed and leisurely, not as angry as those who had been teased by him before. In the past, those who had been teased by him could only look at the backs of him and his friends, and were helpless and furious behind them. The obese body of middle-aged men was not enough to catch up with the agile and nimble middle-aged men.

The boy gritted his teeth, raised his chin suddenly, tilted his head to reveal his face with a mocking expression, and made a face at Satoru, sticking out his tongue and telling him, "You are blind."

Satoru sneered, with a caring expression on his face, touched the top of the boy's head, and compared his height with his hand, and found that he was not even as tall as his waist.

"Shortie." The bad adults showed no mercy to the naughty child.

The boy who was ridiculed for his height was so angry that his face turned red. He gritted his teeth and looked at the lazy white-haired man. Suddenly, he came up with a plan and raised his foot to kick the man's knee. Before he achieved his goal, he was grabbed by the back of the collar.

His companions stared in amazement at the boy's feet hanging in the air, and he was lifted up by the back of his collar.

The boy, whose collar was grabbed, knew that he had provoked someone who was not easy to mess with. He turned his eyes and opened his mouth to cry.

However, the second before he cried, the camera of the mobile phone was pressed against his face. The man who was holding his collar showed an excited smile, his lips pulled open, and he looked very happy.

"If you cry and beg me, maybe I will consider putting you down~" The man stretched out the tone of the ending tone, his voice was sweet and bad, "Come on, cry, let me take a picture and continue to savor it later."

The man raised a finger with the hand holding the mobile phone, and the finger pointed at his lips. The face that was not covered by the bandage showed a thoughtful expression, and he spoke to himself, "It's meaningless to watch it alone. I have to find other people to watch it together. Who should I find? I have a lot of acquaintances..."

The boy swallowed the cry that was about to howl back into his stomach.

The two naughty kids who were playing with him showed an expression of disbelief. This person was completely different from the adults they had seen before who were only powerless and furious. He was too... too bad!

"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not in the mood to comfort a crying kid~" After playing for a while, Satoru loosened his fingers that were pinching the collar of the naughty kid. The naughty kid fell hard on his buttocks, got up from the ground, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wow." Satoru was conspicuous, and he raised the camera of his mobile phone while speaking, "Are you really crying? Come on, my mobile phone has very good pixels!"

The expression was annoying and irritating, but it was just right to deal with these naughty kids in front of him.

The boy's nose turned red with anger, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he had no way to deal with the man. He experienced the impotent fury of the adults he had teased in the past.

The boy wiped the tears from his eyes and ran to the town. The road was very slippery after the snow, and he almost fell on the way.

The friends who were left behind looked at each other, then at the smiling Satoru, swallowed their saliva, and ran after him.

Satoru sighed, young people, too young.

After the bad adult teased the children, he took his long legs and walked slowly towards the town.

After entering the town, Satoru simply found a hotel in the town and stayed there.

The flow of people in the countryside was not as much as that in the bustling Tokyo city, so the frequency of cursed spirits erupting was naturally much less, and the Six Eyes were much more relaxed.

Satoru selfishly wanted to take a short vacation after the mission.

This small town was far away from the prosperous city and was relatively backward. In the corner of the hotel, there was an old-fashioned electric fan that was no longer in use. The old TV was like a heavy black box with thin wires sticking out from the top of the box.

There was no heating in the hotel, and people who were afraid of cold rely on the charcoal fire sold by the store to keep warm.

After checking in, Satoru turned around and met the silly child at the entrance of the village in the corridor. The naughty child ran away somewhere, and his body was covered with fine snowflakes and his hair was dirty.

The naughty child who met Satoru face to face was stunned. As a mature adult, Satoru showed a bright smile as steady as an old dog.

The silly child seemed to be so angry that he almost cried on the spot, but was blocked by the fierce aura of his mother who came over from the opposite side.

As the saying went, your mother had eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. The silly child who was about to run away was immediately grabbed by the ear by his mother.

The middle-aged hotel owner stared at the dirty naughty child with wide eyes, grabbed her son's ears, opened her mouth and scolded him like a machine gun, crackling and clapping. Satoru was stunned by the battle, and it was the first time he truly got to know a mother.

After teaching her son a lesson, the hotel owner turned around, put on a standard smile, pressed the silly child's head, bowed slightly and apologized to Satoru, "Sir, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Satoru said fluently, "I know, I know, children of this age are more naughty, and their parents are people with great responsibilities."

The owner was overjoyed by the mature speech of the considerate adult.

The naughty child was so angry that he trembled all over.

The mature adult Satoru was steady and calm.

It snowed on the night of the hotel check-in. When he got up in the morning, the snow in the yard was thick, and the white snowflakes looked like pure white cotton wool.

After a simple breakfast, Satoru set off for the shrine in the town.

Satoru followed the route the proprietress told him and found the shrine. The steps were covered with white snow, and the vermilion torii stood under the lonely sky.

After the snow, the gravel path was paved tightly, the snow filled the gaps between the tiles, and thick snow piled up under the wall.

The snowflakes piled on the tiles fell down and hit the snow pile with a thud.

Satoru raised his head, the tiles piled on the wall moved, and one hand pulled up the wall.

Satoru raised his eyebrows, he didn't find anyone behind the wall.

The person who climbed up the wall was like a clever cat, with the arms pushing hard, and half of the body climbed up.

The fragmented sunlight fell from the top of his head, and his pupils couldn't stop shrinking.

The flowing red flowed in the cracks of the tiles.

The climber climbed up the wall slowly and jumped down as nimbly as a squirrel. The wide white sleeves of the shrine maiden's uniform were stained with fine snowflakes, and the crimson trousers brushed against the snowy ground.

The red hair fluttered like a falling ribbon.

"Good morning." Before she could react, the person opposite smiled brightly at her, "Yayoi."

The person who was called blinked, stepped barefoot on the path covered with snow, tilted her head, and her red hair fell like a waterfall.

"Good morning." The person standing barefoot on the road answered blankly.

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

• Omake •

Little Redhead: OuO
Gojo the Cat: Hi, wife.

Brother Suguru: I will kill my relatives for the greater good today. (trembling as he took out his cell phone and called the police.jpg)


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