The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Gojo Satoru was free again.

"This is because I can finish the two-week backlog of tasks in just two days~" He was wearing a loose dark blue uniform like a garbage bag, and yawned big with his chin in his hands.

"If I go to class, what will Sasuke do today?" He simply lay down on the table, looking at the back of the boy in the kitchen.

Sasuke put the cutlery into the dishwasher, turned around and picked up the scroll on the table.

"Resume training."

He didn't wear a bathrobe today, but found a suit of clothes from the closet that was easy to move around. He was still wearing clogs on his feet, and he couldn't hear any sound, so he walked to the middle of the yard in a few steps.

Wujo Wu's courtyard is very large, and dry landscapes are specially arranged inside, but one of the two people who live here is used to this kind of scenery since childhood, and the other doesn't care about this arrangement at all, and now the courtyard has completely changed its appearance.

Sasuke got Wujo Satoru's consent and installed a bunch of targets in the yard.

Some are just standing in the open space, while others are hidden in strange corners.

Gojo Satoru kicked out a cushion, and sat cross-legged on the porch with a Mango Melaleuca.

"It's decided! Before I go to class, I'll watch little Sasuke train here."

Seeing Sasuke looking over, Gojo Gojo saluted him playfully with his index and middle fingers together.

Sasuke frowned, not understanding what he was doing.

"very dangerous."

He needs to wear blindfolds most of the time now, and his vision will be somewhat deviated, and his left hand has not recovered temporarily, and the center of gravity has also changed, so the manipulation of Kunai and Shuriken will definitely be affected, and maybe he will move towards him if he fails to control it well. Flew elsewhere.

"It's okay, my No Lower Limit automatically identifies dangerous objects around the clock, you can't hurt me."

Gojo Satoru leaned on the pillar of the porch and said with a smile, not caring at all that there were two targets on that pillar, one of which was less than five centimeters away from the top of his head.

Sasuke's response was to tie the Kunai in his hand with two flowers. Before Gojo Satoru could see how his wrist moved, Kunai was already stuck in the bull's-eye on the other side of the yard.

"Oh--"

The seals applaud.

The dark-haired boy seemed to be fully focused on the target.

He adjusted his movements, threw out three kunai at once, and accurately hit the three parallel targets.

All the movements on the ground were fairly smooth. Sasuke tried several times, and he memorized the throwing angles and movements that were slightly different from the past. As long as he deliberately reminded himself, the throwing accuracy was basically not affected.

The bigger problem is attitude in the air.

He was injured for almost two weeks, and he had only really gotten rid of the wheelchair a few days ago, and he had never done strenuous exercise, so today he really felt the impact of losing an arm on him.

As soon as he jumped up, Sasuke felt that his center of gravity was obviously shifted to the right, so he didn't throw the shuriken at all, but relied on his core to forcibly adjust his movements and landed on the ground.

trouble.

The habits of the body are not so easy to change. If standing on the ground, he can control the details of his shots with ease, but when he is in the air, he relies more on the feel and intuition honed over decades, even if he knows where to go. No, it is still difficult to adjust.

He tried again.

I lost a target in a blind spot, and another fell due to lack of strength.

try again.

When Gojo Satoru came back from class, the black-haired boy was still in the middle of the yard, the scrolls under his feet had been unfolded to the last point, and every target around the yard was covered with all kinds of strange hidden weapons.

He pulled out a shuriken, held it up in front of him for observation, followed the example of a boy, put his finger into the circle in the center of the shuriken and turned it twice, and then grabbed the small hidden weapon.

"Ah." Gojo Satoru looked down at his hand. He had never used this kind of weapon before. The shuriken was sharpened on all sides. When he grabbed it casually, it sank into the flesh and blood came out quickly.

"Why doesn't your lower limit work anymore?" He blinked, and the boy who was originally in the middle of the courtyard appeared in front of him, grabbed his wrist and turned over.

"Let go." Seeing that Gojo Satoru was still holding the shuriken, the other party squeezed his wrist impatiently.

"Don't attack me, I didn't pay attention when I did it myself, this one is sharper than I imagined."

It's not very painful, but this bleeding state has not appeared for several years.

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, allowing the opponent to pick up the shuriken lightly, hardly feeling any extra pain.

Sasuke took the shuriken close to his nose and sniffed it, only the rust smell of blood itself, "Fortunately, there is no medicine on it," he turned his head to look at the tall man who was still staring at his palm, "How is your hand?"

"It's all right~" The white-haired young man stretched out his hand in front of the young man, only the blood that flowed out before was left on the palm, and the wound had completely disappeared.

"It's fine."

The other party returned to the middle of the yard with a blank expression, ready to continue practicing.

Gojo Satoru suddenly became interested, and he didn't plan to write a report anymore, and began to concentrate on being an audience.

"Wow - Sasuke is so handsome!"

"sharp--"

"Sasuke look at me—"

"I love you so much little Sasuke—"

The movement of the black-haired boy obviously paused. Although several shurikens were thrown crookedly, after they collided with each other, the routes deviated from the planned direction, and they missed the target at all.

"It's so dangerous, Sasuke-kun, you're saying you're handsome, but you still throw a hidden weapon at me~" Gojo Satoru looked at the young man approaching aggressively, and raised both hands without sincerity, saying "I just want to tease you" expression.

Impossible to make you wish.

Sasuke reached out and took down the shuriken on the pillar in the corridor, and then began to pull down the weapon stuck on the target. After two or three pulls, he threw it back casually. Like eyes, it crackled and fell near the scroll.

"Help me recover the weapon if you have nothing to do, don't always follow me."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have developed a great interest in using ninja tools, and followed Sasuke all the time, watching him repeat the movements of drawing and throwing weapons. Tell the person who is groping behind you.

The white-haired young man had a kunai in his left hand and a shuriken in his right hand. He raised his hand and let the two little things twirl wildly between his knuckles. "Do these need to be recycled in the first place? Why don't we just use new ones?"

Sasuke glanced back, and found that the person's expression really thought so, not just a joke.

"It's just training." But even in battle, sometimes you have to recycle this consumable.

"Besides, this yard is also very small, so I can't stretch my arms and legs at all." Wujo Satoru threw Kunai into the middle of the yard, and suddenly changed the subject.

That's right.

"That's enough for now."

"Where did you train before?" Gojo Satoru then asked.

"In the forest."

Probably every ninja born in Konoha feels like returning home when they arrive in the forest. Even Orochimaru, who wishes everyone to live underground, has several common training grounds in the forest.

"Can't you just say a few more words, Sasuke," Gojo Satoru rumpled the boy's hair, "It's decided, let's go to the forest for training in the afternoon!"

Sasuke knelt on one knee in front of the scroll, picking out several shurikens that Gojo Satoru had thrown into the kunai pile.

Hearing this, he raised his head and looked over, "The police will come to the door." As he spoke, a seal was formed on his hand, and the pile of shurikens on the scroll disappeared, and a letter surrounded by characters appeared on the paper. The word "sword".

The white-haired young man froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected him to say that at all, he froze for a moment, and then burst into a burst of laughter.

"Hahahahahaha... Sasuke still thinks about the police," Gojo Satoru couldn't stop laughing as he supported the pillar, "I thought... ninjas don't care about the law at all... Hahahahaha."

"What's so funny!"

The wrapped scroll drew an arc in the air, and hit Wujo Wu's forehead accurately, and he caught it in his hand when it bounced off.

"If you don't go, don't go. The scroll hurts a lot." He leaned against the door, watching the boy take off his shoes and walk into the house. "How about recovering your arm in the afternoon?"

Sasuke turned around and looked at Gojo Satoru, feeling that he really couldn't understand what the person in front of him was thinking.

"Does this do you any good?" He unconsciously held his left arm.

After several hours of practice, sweat has soaked the bandage, and there is a slight tingling sensation on the wound.

Gojo Satoru also walked in, and conveniently brought the medical kit in front of Sasuke, and took out clean gauze.

"Don't always think about the benefits, the disadvantages, the exchange of benefits and so on," the white-haired young man put Sasuke's hand down, cut off the outermost bandage with small scissors, and then untied it circle by circle. "Just pretend I'm trying to completely tie you to my car."

Sasuke didn't want to think about this on purpose, but as ninjas, they had to learn to intrigue from school.There is no such thing as a free lunch, and everyone will keep this principle firmly in their hearts.

"Let's take it as it is, in fact, that's what I think in my heart." He moved his left arm, and the end of the stump passed through the air, feeling a strange chill.

"If you know it, you don't need to say it," Gojo Satoru threw away the scissors, looked up and looked left and right but didn't look at Sasuke.

"Your strength has declined. If I assign tasks to you and you get injured again, Nitro will definitely let me heal you. Then my work will not be reduced at all. Refuse."

"What, are you going to break up with the magic world directly?" He leaned in front of Sasuke, "No way, the higher-ups know of your existence, and they will definitely send me more tasks. You can't start in a mess abandoned."

"What are you thinking?" Sasuke moved back, opening the distance between Gojo Satoru and "You don't regret it."

"Then let's go find Nitro now!"

The author has something to say: I have signed a contract. I haven’t decided whether to join V or not. The main reason is that if I don’t sign, I may feel a little sorry for everyone.Now that I have signed a contract, there is a word count requirement that motivates me, so I will also write at work...