It's a power, not a spell

"Yo, so angry?"

Jia Ruozi pushed open the door of the temporary operating room, raised his eyebrows at Wujo Gojo who had a gloomy face, "According to what you said, it's not completely cured, and I'll wake up after an hour after the anesthetic wears off."

"……Um."

"I've heard from Yidizhi." Jiarui Jiazi sat next to Gojo Wu, raised one leg, "Didn't that child perform very well? With a burdensome face aimed at super curse masters and curse spirits, Yidizhi He was only slightly injured, but he was still alive."

Although a large part of the reason is that the curse master will not expand the field.

Lianzu, Yidizhi silently clutched his heart.

He also thought that Gojo Satoru would be at least a little proud of Nakahara Chuya who had done such an outstanding performance, but what he didn't expect was that there was only suppressed anger on the young man's face.

"That guy—" he opened his mouth and closed it again, "tsk, it's nothing."

Jia Ruozi misunderstood his reaction: "Well, he is only 14 years old after all, and there is still a lot of room for growth in the future, and children's education also needs proper praise."

Gojo Satoru didn't want to say more, he just nodded perfunctorily, "Got it, got it."

"I'm telling you that you can't listen to me. You were like this a long time ago... But since you are going to teach your children, you should restrain your self-centered personality to some extent."

Jia Ru Nitzi sighed, didn't persuade him any more, got up and left.

I don't know if it's good or bad that the child was paid special attention by Gojo Satoru...

Seeing this, Yi Dizhi also found an excuse to run away quickly, and Wujo Wu was the only one left on the scene.

He sat silently for a while, then stood up and walked to the temporary operating room and opened the door to enter.

There was still a faint smell of blood inside.

The reason why it is called a temporary operating room is because there is no such thing as an operating room in the Conjuration High School, and the wounded will be able to live and breathe after treatment, so naturally there is no need to build a ward.

This room was originally used as an anatomy room for the family.

Jiarui Nitzi is the only doctor in the high school of conjuration. He is proficient in the reversal technique and is also a classmate of Gojo Satoru.

The lights in the dissection room were not bright at this time, probably because they were afraid of affecting the rest of the injured.

The ocher-haired boy had a serene face, lying on his back on the operating bed, with a thin blanket covering his chest.His skin was already fair, and the part that was exposed at this moment was even paler and almost transparent. The handsome face that was often bright because he could tease it also lost its previous vitality.

His appearance was undoubtedly neat at this time, but Gojo Satoru clearly remembered the messy appearance of the young man covered in blood when he was sent, and even more remembered the anger that suddenly burned in his heart at that time.

It's just two special grades, so what if you bring Yidizhi, those two guys can't last ten seconds in front of the real Zhongye in the Central Plains anyway.

But... it was just these two incompetent guys who made him into this.

The white-haired young man stood beside the operating bed, silently lowered his eyes, stared at the young man for a while, then slowly raised his right hand, and the outstretched index finger and middle finger lightly touched the black spell that the young man revealed after taking off the collar.

The seal is intact.

Well, even though it was expected...

The lowered hand clenched little by little, Gojo Satoru's obscure eyes fell on Nakahara Nakaya's delicate face.

-

It was a bit of a surprise when I woke up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked slowly, before his out-of-focus eyes could move away from the pale ceiling, a magnified face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The loose hair of the other party even fell on his forehead.

"Yeah, I finally woke up."

The previous memory was recalled a step later, and Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his dry lips. It seemed that not long had passed since he lost consciousness.

Most of the wounds on his body have healed. Are there any healing talents?

By the way, since the broken ribs are all healed, why not fix the arms and legs together?

All the potentially life-threatening wounds on his body were healed, but only some harmless ones that affected his movement were left behind, and they were still wrapped so tightly.

On purpose?

"That's right, on purpose." Wujo Satoru didn't intend to hide anything.

……too close.

The human's warm breath sprinkled on the side of the face, and Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head, "Stay away from me."

"No." Gojo Satoru bent his lower lip, pinched Nakahara Chuya's cheek with one hand and gently squeezed, his ice blue eyes, which were not covered by sunglasses, looked straight into the cobalt blue depths, "Why didn't Nakahara take out the real one?" What about your strength?"

That kind of blood loss, if it is later, it will really die.

The first time I saw it so close, these eyes are really beautiful.

A color that is too light would give people a feeling of indifference, but Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the flickering anger in it, and those eyes were ignited like flames.

The unhappiness I felt because of the opponent's actions suddenly disappeared, and I was even a little happy.

——This guy has been keen to provoke him to change his face before, and this time he finally managed to win the round.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuan directly answered Gojo Satoru's previous question: "I don't want to be targeted by the entire magic world."

"No." Gojo Satoru frowned at this answer, he lowered his head, and the distance between the two faces was further shortened, almost touching the tips of their noses.

"You're not the type to care about that."

The affirmative tone he used seemed to be extremely sure of Chuya Nakahara's character.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, because Gojo Satoru was indeed right-he didn't care whether he was hunted down or not, anyway, those guys were definitely not his opponents.

"But if you are hunted down, it will be inconvenient no matter what you do?"

"Since that's the case, you can choose to kill everyone present. Yidizhi is just a stranger to you." Gojo Satoru's expression remained unchanged, and he said the words 'kill all' easily, And the listener doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

When they met for the first time, they knew that the other party was definitely not a good person, at least his hands would not be clean.

That doesn't mean he will kill people casually.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that Gojo Satoru, who was asking the truth, was very annoying. He wanted to push people away, but he was wrapped too tightly. In the end, he could only smack his lips without pain, "Are you a detective, you have to figure out the cause and effect ?”

Gojo Satoru straightened up, then sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

It is rare to lose that out-of-the-ordinary attitude.

"Because, I think the reason you made this choice—is me."

"Huh? How could—"

The unfinished words were pressed back by the hand that suddenly covered his mouth.

"I don't accept rebuttals." Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and showed his usual smile again, "Chuya just lay down obediently these days, as a lesson, don't make the same mistake again next time."

If you encounter this situation again, don't hesitate to work hard to kill them.As for chasing and killing...

"Forget what I said before, no matter what, I will stand on Zhongye's side, after all, he is my proud disciple."

"Huh?! Who is this guy's 'proud disciple'? It sounds like you're going to throw up, okay?"

"Even if you don't admit it...but everyone thinks so." Gojo Satoru spread his hands.

"This is definitely your fault, right? No matter what you think! Go and explain it to me!"

"Hey hey, I really have no other choice, then tell them that they are actually my 'unhappy disciples'."

"Is the focus on 'satisfaction'?!"

In the end, the brand of "Proud Disciple" still fell on Nakahara Chuya.

-

Will you stand by his side no matter what...?

But regarding Gojo Satoru's words...it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

-

Japan's strongest conjurer happily carried his proud disciple who couldn't move all the way back to the dormitory. As for why he carried——

The proud disciple hugged by both hands was murderous: "If you dare to go out like this, you will be killed immediately."

The transformation posture of the five enlightenment phases.

Even so, it feels like the embarrassment of being carried back is no different from being carried back!

hateful!

In the next few days, people came to visit one after another with fruits or flowers, most of them were current students of the high school of conjuration, and some guy who came to make trouble before was also included.

The Central Plains is also unbearable, but they are also out of sincere care, and it always feels very unkind to drive them away like this, so...

"Then I'll take my leave first, and Chuya-kun have a good rest."

"Ah."

Nakahara Nakahara continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze after sending off the second-year 'senior' with a dull face.

The days of lying down are very boring, and there are no entertainment items, and once people are free, they will always remember something.

Under the beautification of the memory filter, things that were unbearable before now feel okay, even that guy Dazai Osamu... no, mackerel is fine, assholes are always assholes.

"Yo, it looks pretty good."

"That means you should change your glasses."

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a sign of surrender, indicating that his purpose of coming today is not to make trouble.Then he announced with a smile:

"After many days of recuperation, Zhongye's injury is no longer that serious, so I'm here to remove the bandage for you."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense.Zhong Yuanzhong also really wanted to roll his eyes, what effect could the three days of training have, not to mention that his injury didn't need to be bandaged to such an extent from the beginning, these were all intentional by the guy in front of him.

And the reason why he cooperates so much... In short, it is definitely not because of guilty conscience.

The thick bandages were removed, but the casts on the injured leg bones and arm bones were still there, so Gojo Satoru brought a wheelchair from somewhere.

Putting on a refreshing smile: "The teacher will take Zhong Ye out to breathe fresh air every morning!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"Thank you, but no need."

Despite the disgust in his mouth, when the young man carried him to the wheelchair with great interest, Zhong Yuanzhong just pouted silently, and then was pushed to the courtyard outside the dormitory.

It's only early February now, most of the plants outside are bare, and a few are green but make the scenery more sparse.

There is really nothing to see.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Satoru then changed direction and kept walking, "Nakaya hasn't visited the school well yet, so I just took this opportunity to show you around."

Nakahara Chuya: "Ah...whatever."

It's better than staying in a small space in a daze.

Yi Dizhi, who came out from the principal behind the house, was suddenly dumbfounded, "That, that..." He tremblingly pointed to Gojo Satoru who was pushing a wheelchair not far away.

Of course, Jia Ruozi also saw it, and she saw it very clearly. The corner of her mouth twitched, "This guy is really getting better and better."

With such a teacher, she also felt that it was not easy for Zhong Yuanzhong.

Obviously should be the age to be pampered by adults, but in turn wants to accommodate the wayward adults.

In the final analysis, it was Gojo Satoru's fault.