It's a power, not a spell

The turbulent clouds under the night curtain faded at some point, and the moonlight was no longer covered, and the atmosphere fell into a stagnation on the crumbling ground full of cracks.

Cursed... praised for looks?

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "You're really interesting, because I'm in a good mood, um...it's decided!"

Happily raised a finger, then pointed to the boy opposite, "I allow you to choose a way of death you like."

"Like, how to die?"

A blue tendon suddenly stretched out in Zhongyuan Zhongye's forehead.

Sure enough, the world is easy to change, but the nature will not change because of the loss of a mere bandage, "It's ridiculous, you don't think you can really kill me, do you?"

"Of course... no, I thought I could kill you easily."

Before the end sound fell, the figure of the handsome young man under the moon shattered in the air like the moon in the water.

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a cold snort, turned his waist and raised his legs without looking at it.

The sharp kick once again slowed down infinitely before hitting the target.

"Your hand looks like it's stuck in your pocket... Do you think you can beat me with just your legs?"

"I would like to remind you that if you don't get serious, you will have no chance. You don't want to go to hell with regrets, do you?"

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, realizing that this fight seemed inevitable.

Although he didn't understand why the other party was suddenly obsessed with killing him, he had seen many such people, and if he looked into them one by one, he would have been exhausted.

He paused and said, "If you want to call, you can change the place. I will have classes here next week."

It doesn't matter if the old school building is abandoned. If the teaching building is smashed, he will be forced to suspend school.

The figure of the young man was once again lost in front of his eyes, Nakahara put away his kicked legs indifferently, and turned to look at Gojo Satoru who flashed to the other side.

The other party bent over and tilted his head to look at him, as if he was looking at an unsolved mystery, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

bend over.

Two blue veins on the forehead popped out again.

Hard, hard, fist hard.

"You said... you will have classes here next week?"

"Ah, you have a problem?! I don't look like a student?"

"Yeah... It's better to say that it looks too similar. I know—it's a middle school student possessed by a curse!"

"You guys say who is possessed! Huh?"

The dark red light came back on, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and the concrete and gravel were suspended in the air out of gravity, and under his control, he attacked the guy who made him uncomfortable with a force stronger than bullets.

Of course, he didn't expect this random attack to hurt the opponent, it was just to vent his anger.

"Since the beginning, I've been talking to myself inexplicably, curse? Who gave you permission to call me that?"

"...Eh?" Gojo Satoru blinked, "If you look carefully now..."

The filthy power in the opponent's body is indeed slightly different from the curse.

The so-called curse is simply a collection of negative human emotions, full of ominous evil.And the huge power in the young man's body in front of him just gives people a great sense of oppression. The reason why he uses the word 'dirty' to describe it is only because it is too complicated.

Give him a colorful black general feeling.

After looking at it for a long time, I felt uncomfortable in my eyes, Gojo Satoru rubbed the corners of his eyes, and refocused to discern the mottled power.

If the collection of negative human emotions is called a curse, the condensate of this power is called a curse spirit; the collection of positive human emotions is called a belief, and its condensate is called a god—even though he has never seen the latter.

So what is the combination of these two forces?

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, "It can't be human after all, right?"

"what?"

"I said, you're not human, are you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned deeply, and sneered on the corner of his mouth, "Sure enough, you'd better die quickly."

"Hey, I surrender, I won't fight!"

This time it was Wujo Satoru's turn to quit, and even though he would not be hit, he still dodged left and right, saying words of weakness.

"Oh, it's late."

Even so, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't use his hands.After chasing for a while, I felt bored and stopped.

Ignoring the smiling Gojo Satoru, Nakahara Nakaya turned and left.

"Why are you leaving all of a sudden?"

"Didn't you stop typing? Go back and do your homework."

"Are you really a student?"

"Ah."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just smiled without emotion.

If feelings can be quantified, his favorability for this inexplicable and annoying white hair who stepped on his thunder is absolutely zero.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all a misunderstanding." Gojo Satoru had a thick skin and didn't care about the cold face of the other party, "What are you doing here tonight?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stopped, looked up, and asked without answering, "What is that?"

"I asked first, first come first served."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

How can I say that there are 26 people in total before and after, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, "Try your courage."

"Are you alone?"

"First come, first served."

"Hey, hey..." Gojo Satoru shrugged, "That's a "tent", a kind of barrier, only certain people are allowed to enter. "

"No."

"...Ah." After a moment of stupefaction, he realized that the other party was answering his previous question, Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes.

This kid...is unexpectedly very principled.

"What about the others who came with you?"

"Leaving." Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his face closer, carefully observing the dark barrier, "Are you here to save them?"

"Well, but my main task is to exorcise the curse. Saving people is optional."

"Really..." With an exclamation of unknown meaning, Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his foot and kicked lightly, and the "tent" in front of him was torn open like a piece of paper.

"Oh!" Wujo Satoru clasped his hands together and let out an exclamation.

"Tsk, aren't you rushing back to sleep?"

"Well, after all, I misunderstood you, and you helped me finish the work. I always feel sorry for you."

"Totally unnecessary, thank you."

"Why is it unnecessary? I think it is very necessary. So... what's your name?"

... Is there any relationship between before and after?

But it doesn't hurt to tell him.

"...Central Plains Chuya."

"Hey...it's Chuya."

"Are you familiar with this guy? Don't call my name in that tone!"

Always reminds him of some hot guy.

"What's the matter, Chuya's name sounds nice. Ah, yes, my name is Gojo Satoru. I don't mind Chuya calling me 'Enlightenment' at all."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him a sneer, and his eyes signaled to get out of here.

"I have yet to express my sincere apologies—"

"No need, get out of here."

The figure of the red-haired boy disappeared, and then there was a dull sound of hitting the gun not far away, accompanied by the wail of the curse spirit.

"Hey, hey... You really don't show mercy at all."

was hated.

But there are not many people who don't hate him.

Gojo Satoru bent his lips indifferently.

This group of curses of the highest level rushed out to devour Zhongya, and they didn't know who to pity.

"Hey——Chuya, if you just leave it alone, these guys will come to say hello to you every day!"

"Huh?" Nakahara Nakaya, who was about to go home after finishing the mess, turned his head abruptly, "Do you think I will believe that?"

Gojo Satoru spread out his hands: "It's up to you. But if you have something to do, you can call this number."

Looking down at the piece of paper handed in front of him, Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows, and finally reached out to take it.

Then I heard Gojo Satoru say in a fake surprised tone: "So you have hands!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Gojo Satoru: smiling jpg

Even adults can hold grudges.

-

That huge power even far exceeds that of super-grade cursed objects, and it is also more attractive to those cursed.

I haven't seen the curse before... Did someone put a seal on him?

But when I saw the person last night, there was only surging strength in the other person's body, and no trace of the broken seal was found.

Gojo Satoru flipped through the file in his hand, lost in thought.

He suddenly appeared in Tokyo when he was ten years old. He had no children from the past. He was adopted by an orphanage, entered elementary school, and was promoted to junior high school at the age of 12.Excellent grades, good relationship with classmates, no bad records.

Except for the foggy past, Nakahara Chuya's experience is no different from that of normal people.

But the strength he showed at that time was not what a normal person can possess.

The explanation for all the irrationality should be found in his ten years of experience before he appeared in Tokyo...

The mobile phone on the table vibrated at the right time, Gojo Satoru leaned over to take a look.

"Unknown Number Tokyo"

-

"Hey, you've seen what happened to this guy, right? I can spare you if you run away as soon as possible...Okay."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

In less than 10 minutes, there were two more monsters, which should be "curses" according to the guy, and two more curses appeared to attack him.

Even though countless of the same kind died in the hands of the Central Plains before them, even if the companions who came with them died tragically, this guy still roared and rushed forward to welcome death.

Although both of them are ridiculously weak, they are really annoying.

Unable to communicate verbally, threats don't work either.

"...Tsk."

It was really said by that guy - Gojo Satoru.

Zhongyuan Zhong also squinted his eyes, and for a moment suspected that this result was the fault of Gojo Gojo.

But... no.

Even though it was only a short time with the guy, a fight was always a better way to get to know a person than anything else.He had limited affection for Gojo Satoru, but he recognized the latter's strength.

Such a person would never bother to play insidious tricks.

and so--

Reluctantly, Zhong Yuanzhong took out the piece of paper he took last night from his pocket.

He didn't sleep last night because of the curse.

Even if the physical fitness is good, staying up for one night will not affect you, and there will be the second day, the third day, or even a week or a month.

Ordinary people can't see the curse most of the time. He doesn't want to suddenly make strange movements in the eyes of others during class. It is a shame to be regarded as mentally abnormal.

It's not that he didn't want to solve it in other ways, but first of all, he didn't know anything about curses at all. Even if the two searched on Google, they only came up with some unknown entries, and there were even some "how to curse" Strange options like ex-boyfriend.

... Even if there are 1 people who don't want to, they can only do this.

After hesitating for a long time, his finger landed on the phone screen and dialed a certain number.

"—"

Was connected quickly.

"Hello? Why don't you talk? Hello!"

Gojo Satoru's voice came into his ears with a smile.

"Zhongye."