My fish pond is not limited to the world of magic

He met Gojo Satoru that year?

Hoshide Kazuya's gaze followed downwards, and finally landed on his wrist.

...And looking at Gojo Satoru's current action, he seemed to have grabbed the man's wrist at that time.

But how is it possible?

Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique has always been passively activated.He is aware of this, and this year, he has tried to test whether the other party's spell is really as he said, never closed.In fact, during these temptations, he never really touched Gojo Satoru.

Therefore, it is impossible now, and it was even more impossible a year ago. Gojo Satoru must have been more defensive against him then than he is now.Even if he really met Gojo Satoru at that time, then...he can still live till now?

Hoshide Kazuya frowned, staring at Gojo Satoru's wrist in bewilderment.

To be honest, he now doesn't remember many things that happened more than a year ago very clearly.

Only the event of opening the "Pandora's Box" is still vivid in his mind, but this "vivid memory" is only before he escapes to Tokyo.As for what happened after he got here and met Gojo Satoru, he already remembered very vaguely—maybe it was because he was already in a drowsy state at that time.

He recalled it carefully for a long time, and found that he really had no impression of certain details at that time, so he could only helplessly raise his head and look at Gojo Satoru, and said, "Did you remember wrongly? I couldn't have met you."

Wujo Gou straightened up, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why is it impossible?"

"It's impossible for me to break your spell." Hoshide Kazuya put the hangover soup in his hand aside and analyzed it carefully, "If I really met you at that time, it could only be because you canceled the spell yourself But this is not realistic at all. In that situation, as long as you are a normal person, it is absolutely impossible to disarm yourself."

Gojo Satoru nodded from time to time while walking towards him, and when he finished speaking, he just stopped by the bed.Hoshide Kazuya was also taken aback, swallowed back the analysis behind him, and rubbed against the bed, moving away from Wujo Wujo. "Isn't it?"

"That's not right." Gojo Satoru knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned forward, and instantly shortened the distance between the two of them.He bent his eyes and said softly, "When Kazuya analyzed, he overlooked a very important factor."

Hoshidekazu also moved back a little bit under Gojo Satoru's pressure.Suddenly, his hands were empty, his whole body lost support, and he fell back directly - at some point, he had already retreated to the edge of the bed.Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to stop him at the waist, and dragged him back again.

"...Thank you. What's the reason?" Hoshide Kazuya moved his Adam's apple up and down, and spoke cautiously.

"Extraordinary power." Gojo Gojo hooked his lips, and let go of his hand around his waist, "When Kazuya touched me, did he use a supernatural power?"

Hoshide Kazuya: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "What? Isn't this what Kazuya intends to tell me as his 'secret'?"

Hoshide Kazuya was also silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

As expected, Gojo Satoru had already guessed what the secret he wanted to say was.He will know what his power is, and he can even guess that he used it... Did Mori Ogai tell him?

These were probably included in the content of their exchange that day.Besides, what else does Wujo Satoru know?

Did Mori Ogai tell Gojo Satoru all about his work at the port mafia?

Hoshide Kazuya's heart tightened, and he quietly grabbed the bed sheet with both hands.

Gojo Satoru knows his past, will he not want to be his teacher anymore?

All that he showed during that time——

"Kazuya." Gojo Satoru suddenly called him in his ear, "What are you thinking?"

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and Hoshide Kazuya also clenched his fists violently, and the beige bed sheet was twisted in his palm, as if he was in the mood at the moment.

"It's nothing." Hoshide Kazuki also licked his lips and shook his head.

Gojo Satoru held his face, forced him to look up, and then lowered his head to meet his gaze.His eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a rare seriousness and coldness in the narrow eyes.Seeing his expression, Hoshide Kazuya became even more flustered, opened his mouth hesitantly a few times, and then closed it silently.

The two stalemate in silence.In the end, Gojo Satoru responded first.He sighed helplessly, pinched Hoshide Kazuya's cheeks hard twice, his expression softened, but he was a little more disappointed, "Kazuya, when will you fully trust me once?"

Xingchuhe was also stunned, allowing the man to pinch and rub his cheek wantonly.

"I'm obviously super strong." Gojo Satoru was still muttering, pinching his face and pulling from side to side, "No one is more credible than me."

Hoshide Kazuya was finally brought back to his senses by the pain on his face, a trace of hidden emotion flashed in his red eyes, he lowered his eyelids to cover them, and said, "I trust Gojo-sensei so much."

It is because of trust, because I am convinced that I will never find another person like this, so I don't want him to know about the past.

"That's not trust." Gojo Satoru let go of his face suddenly, flicked his fingers heavily on his forehead, and said dissatisfiedly, "Kazuya is really a super-stupid student."

"But it doesn't matter," Gojo Satoru turned over and sat cross-legged in front of him, "I have a lot of time to teach you."

"Eh?" Hoshide Kazuya was also taken aback by his move, and moved to the side.

Gojo Satoru followed him, leaned forward with his upper body, put his hands on the sides of his thighs, and said, "Let's start with the storytelling first!"

"The story of why Kazuya came to Tokyo."

Hoshide Kazuya lowered his head, bit his lips, and remained silent for a long time before opening his mouth hesitantly, with a soft and erratic voice, as if he didn't want to let the other party hear him.

"At that time, I was working for Port Mafia..."

Winter in Yokohama is not very cold. Even on the coldest days, the temperature is usually above freezing, and snow days are rare.But that day, the weather was extremely cold, and the temperature was so low that people felt a little abnormal.

Xingchuhe also huddled in his small and crowded dormitory, not wanting to go anywhere.It has been nearly a year since he was tricked by Mori Ogai. The work at the bottom level is boring, either to find people to fight or to be beaten to death, and to clean up the battlefield, transport some not particularly important goods, etc. The chores are usually done by people like them.

However, these two days have been unexpectedly free, and the organization seems to be doing something important recently. Those high-ranking members and even cadres have been called by the leader to do this thing.At that time, only Nakahara was special. He had been on a business trip abroad, and Mori Ogai didn't seem to have any intention of calling him back.

During that time, they were too idle, so they always got together and talked nonsense. Some people even speculated that the leader didn't call the Central Plains cadres back for this big event because he felt that the Central Plains cadres were too popular these days. I want to take advantage of rubbing his spirit this time to warn him cryptically.

Xing Chuhe didn't believe it either, and he wasn't interested in discussing it with those people.Someone like Mori Ogai would not do such a stupid thing.So what exactly is Mori Ogai's intention?

Maybe it's because the days are too boring, he lay on the bed, thinking unconsciously - in the past, he would never think about this kind of thing.

He was thinking until the sudden ringing of a phone call.

On such a very rare day of minus three degrees, he received a new task very rarely.The superior asked him to go to the Red Brick Warehouse with two other people to hand over a batch of goods.

Those two were having a good time drinking at the bar, and even the phone calls were answered by other colleagues, not to mention handing over the goods, it is estimated that even walking normally is quite difficult now.It said that this batch of goods was not much, and asked them to take it back to the headquarters building directly after receiving it.

He thought about it, and felt that the batch of goods was probably really very small, and he probably could handle it by himself, so he didn't wait for others, and went to the red brick warehouse alone.

The warehouse built at the end of the Meiji period has been abandoned for a long time. After more than 100 years of wind and rain, it looks a bit desolate.The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse, which seemed to add a bit of loneliness to the place.He came to the agreed delivery place, but unexpectedly found that there was no one there.A strange-shaped box was placed on the ground, and a note was thrown beside it, explaining that this thing was "that batch of goods" to be handed over.

There is no murderous intent, no ambush, it seems that he is the only one here, very safe.Somewhat strange.He looked at the box in a circle, hesitating whether to step forward to pick it up.

In this case, the box obviously has a strange atmosphere.It looks like it was randomly spliced ​​together with building blocks, with a semicircle protruding here and a sharp corner protruding there. The wooden material has many scratches and dents on the surface, which looks very old.

A new message came from above, asking if he had received the goods.He gave an affirmative answer over there, hesitated for a moment, and finally bent down, intending to pick it up.

Mori Ogai's judgment should not be wrong. Although he was a little worried, he still moved forward.But who knows, the moment his fingertips touched the box, it suddenly shook violently, and the amplitude became larger and faster, and the frequency became faster and faster, suddenly it looked a bit like a spinning top that was deflected by a whip .

He was startled, immediately withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and watched the thing circling around like a headless chicken.After a few minutes, it gradually stopped, and after another two or three minutes, it stopped a few steps away from him, completely silent.

He waited for another 2 minutes, and seeing that the thing had indeed stopped moving, he breathed a sigh of relief and put it together again.This thing was going crazy just now, but it made him sure of one thing.It looks weird and disturbing, but in fact it should be no threat.Otherwise, as early as when he touched it just now, this thing had already launched an attack.

It will keep spinning like this, probably because it is some kind of "self-protection mechanism". If you can't touch it, you can't take it away.

He squatted down slowly, and looked closely at this strangely shaped splicing.It should only respond to touch, otherwise, if I got so close this time, this thing would have taken off.

In fact, apart from the strange appearance, this thing looks very ordinary, the kind of ordinary that no one would ask for a price when it is placed on the stall.Xingchuhe also stared at it, and suddenly stretched out his hand like a ghost, and touched this thing again.

He was startled, came back to his senses abruptly, and immediately pulled his hand back.However, this time, the thing didn't respond at all, and it was still lying there quietly as it was at the beginning, motionless, completely devoid of the mania it had been before.

Xingdehe also hesitated for a moment, reached out and grabbed it again, without being hindered in the slightest.

Did the crazy rotation just now consume all the "power" it stored?

He held it in his hand and looked it over and over again.But no matter how you look at it, it seems that there is nothing special about this thing, the workmanship is rough, it is old, there are potholes and dents and scratches of different lengths, and there is even a trace——

Xingchuhe paused for a moment as he flipped it, his eyes locked on the scratch that almost spanned the entire section.

It doesn't appear to be a scratch.

He frowned, stretched out his finger, and wiped along the trace.There was no depression near the scratch, and it was probably the smoothest part of the thing when he touched it, but when his fingers reached the end, he felt a sudden pain in his fingertips.Blood flowed out immediately, spreading against the scratch, and dyed the light brown scratch into dark red in a blink of an eye.He retracted his finger and saw that there was an obvious scratch on it, and it was still bleeding. The blood ran down the finger and dripped on the thing.

- It's over.

Hoshide Kazuya also panicked.

He didn't know why his hand was scratched, but now that the goods were stained with blood and brought back by him, the higher-ups might not know how they would react.Maybe he was executed directly.

"Tsk." He casually touched the hem of his clothes with his fingers and wiped off the blood on it.

His recovery ability is quite strong, and the not-so-deep gash no longer bleeds.But the blood stain on this thing, but he tried many times and couldn't wipe it off.

Sighing, Hoshide Kazuya sat down on the ground, held the thing with one hand, and raised it up high in front of his eyes.The light thrown into the warehouse is moving, they completely enveloped this thing, but now, with the passage of time, shadows gradually replaced the bright light, swallowing this thing bit by bit.

When the last ray of light disappeared from it, the mutation happened suddenly.

From the long, blood-stained scratch, there was a crisp, subtle, but sufficiently obvious "click" sound, as if something inside it opened in an instant.

In the next second, the thing bounced off abruptly, split in two with the scratch as the center, floated in the air, and suddenly lit up with a scorching red light.Xingchuhe also closed his eyes subconsciously at the first moment, but he still felt that the light was burning his eyes through the eyelids, and both eyes felt a pain and itching, which went straight to the brain. Stimulating every nerve in him.

He staggered back a few steps one after another, shielding his eyes with his arms, trying his best to prevent the red light from invading his eyes again.

Then, he suddenly heard laughter, crazy laughter, like a group of demons dancing wildly, making him feel as if he had strayed into a feast of demons.And he is the most delicious dish in this banquet.

The red light gradually faded.Hoshide Kazuya was also forced to retreat by the piercing laughter, and then slowly lowered his arms, trying to open his eyes.His eyes still hurt badly, but the itching had completely disappeared, and the red light was no longer there. Now that he opened his eyes, the situation might be better.

Thinking like this, he lowered his arms, posing for a challenge, and then gradually opened his eyes.

Facing him was a mouth full of fangs, the corners of the mouth were torn, and it was forcibly grinned open. The dry lips seemed to be divided into several petals, the sharp teeth were uneven, and there was something like cloth and pieces of meat sandwiched between them.

Hoshide Kazuya's pupils dilated instantly, ignoring the pain, and stepped back one after another.

This retreat opened his field of vision.

Six, seven... no, nine.Nine such giant creatures squeezed in front of him with their mouths wide open.They are huge in stature, in direct proportion to the mouth that seems to be able to swallow a wolf whole.These nine monsters crowded and shoved, with the same goal—him.

Hoshide Kazuya immediately drew out his gun, and fired several rounds at the monster charging at the front.However, after firing a shuttle of bullets, the effect was only to slow down the monster's movement by two or three steps.

Heat/soldiers/arms have no effect on them.

He gritted his teeth and ran back to avoid the attacks of these monsters. He stepped on the wall behind him, flipped into the air, avoided the monsters, and picked a landing point.When he turned to the top, his field of vision expanded to the extreme. He squinted his eyes and quickly scanned around as far as he could see.The thing was already broken, and it was not clear how many pieces it was broken into. In short, he only saw one of them in his field of vision, and that piece was approximately round, and its size was close to one-third of the original object.

The nine monsters turned around in unison, and rushed towards him again.He shook his hand, moved his wrist, activated his ability, and teleported to the side of the piece. Before the monsters could react, he bent down quickly, trying to pick up the piece.

However, with a bang, the fragments directly bounced him away.He took two steps back, stabilized his figure, and frowned.

This is bad...

With such a flick, the nine monsters approached again in a daze.He teleported away, and immediately took out his phone to contact his superiors, asking for support.

He shook his right hand, which was a little sore from the shock of the fragment, and moved his neck.This time, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, and when the monster turned again, Hoshidehe also rushed towards them.

Perhaps it was because they had just come out of that thing. Although they were powerful, their reactions were not particularly sensitive.Xingchuhe also entangled with them for a long time by relying on supernatural powers, but he also killed six of them.

But this is already the limit.He was also seriously injured at this time, and his whole body was on the verge of falling, hanging on his breath because of his desire to survive, his vision was dark red, and the scene became somewhat blurred.He took a step back and hit the edge of the window sill, his body went limp immediately.

The remaining three curse spirits surrounded him and approached him.There was a commotion outside.He barely supported his body and looked out sideways.

It was snowing outside.

He squinted his eyes, and saw a group of people dressed in black amidst the blood.

Support has arrived."Black Lizard" at Port Mafia.Among this group of people... it seems that there are people with supernatural powers.

If there are three, they should be able to solve it completely.

The monster's mouth was already in front of his eyes, and the stench came to his face, and the saliva dripped down, almost touching the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand to block it, his body slumped down, and he fell to the ground. At the same moment, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the ability was activated.

He chose the largest jumping distance, and chose the safest place by instinct.

Xingchuhe also sat down in the snow.He felt that there was someone in front of him, and he raised his head with what little strength he had left, and looked at the person in front of him.

……

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time after he finished speaking.Hoshide Kazuya clenched his fists and stared at him, his mouth was dry from the tension and too long of the narration, he kept licking his lips and even felt a little trembling.

"So..." Gojo Satoru finally spoke, he raised his eyelids, looked at Hoshide Kazuya, and immediately saw the tension and worry in the young man's eyes that were almost overflowing, he raised the corner of his mouth calmly , asked, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Hoshide Kazuya lowered his head to avoid his gaze, his pale lips moved twice, but he didn't make a sound.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, put his right hand near his thigh, approached him, and asked, "Why?"

"I..." Hoshide Kazuya squeezed out a word for a long time, and then fell silent again.

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly withdrew his arms. He stepped back, got out of bed, lowered his head to straighten his clothes, and glanced coldly at the sobering soup on the table next to him from the corner of his eye.

"Don't want to say? Forget it." He looked up and down at the boy who was sitting on the bed with his head sullen, shook his head as if disappointed, took out his sunglasses and put them on.

Hoshide Kazuya paused for breath, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Gojo Satoru.

The man has packed up and looks ready to leave at any time.

He panicked, and immediately raised his upper body, wanting to move forward, "Teacher!" His voice was dry and hoarse, revealing obvious panic.

Gojo Satoru stopped his movements, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Last chance."

"why?"

Xingchuhe also bit his lower lip, and after struggling in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm afraid you don't want me."

His voice was already hoarse, but this one was so soft that it resembled the whisper of a mosquito.

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man with his head bowed, sad and ashamed all over his body, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Then I felt a little happy again.

——Fortunately, He wouldn't look up at him now, otherwise he would have a big problem if he smiled like this.

He cleared his throat, and the boy on the bed trembled violently like a frightened bird.

"Louder," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, even making his words sound a little harsh.

Sure enough, the young man was frightened by him again, flinched, and bit his lower lip, looking so pitiful that one couldn't help but want to lean up and rub it.

Gojo Satoru licked his back teeth and told himself to hold back.

Xingchuhe also lowered his head and did a long time of mental construction, and finally opened his mouth again.

His voice was much higher than last time, and he could still hear obvious trembling and faint crying.

"I'm afraid you don't want me." After saying this, Hoshide Kazuya gritted his teeth, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Gojo Satoru, his red eyes were a little moist.

"Boom-"

Wujo Wujo thought, there seemed to be a string in his brain... broken.