The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

It wasn't until they left the Conjurer's Association that Sasuke had the feeling that "the person around him may really be the strongest".

In that dark room just now, the white-haired young man stood half a step in front of him, without the shade of his sunglasses, his hair hanging down his neck softly.

Sasuke couldn't see his eyes, but he could clearly feel that every time Gojo Satoru's gaze stopped at one place, the breath in that place would visibly shrink back.

He didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he just glanced around calmly with those pale eyes, and when he asked "Does anyone have any comments", there was only silence left.

"What are you looking at me for?" Gojo Satoru looked at Sasuke through the dark sunglasses, "Am I handsome?"

Sasuke looked away.

This kind of person should be the strongest, and other conjurers should be very tired.

"It's nothing, I just have a general understanding of the level of magicians."

Gojo Satoru understood what he meant, put his hands in his pockets, and showed a rare expression of disgust on his face.

"That group of people... only know how to suppress dissidents. Many good seedlings have failed to grow up. Fortunately, the level of students has been improving in recent years, and the death rate has dropped somewhat. One day I will not be able to bear it anymore. .”

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The headquarters of the Conjurer's Association is located in the back mountain of Kitano Tenmangu, Kyoto.

This Tenmangu Shrine, specially built to commemorate Sugawara Michizane, the god of learning and politics, welcomes a large number of tourists from all over the world every year.

Different from the bluestone and mahogany of the mantra high school, most of the buildings here are gold ornaments on a black background, and the decoration is extremely luxurious.The main hall and the worship hall are connected, and the structure of the double-eave Xieshan top is more magnificent.

But for hundreds of years, no one has tried to cross the wooden fence in the depths of Tenmangu and explore inside.

As long as you walk up the mountain for half an hour, you can see another building complex with a completely different style from the Tenmangu Shrine.

Crowded, old, with an old air.The original bright red torii has turned into a dull beige with the passage of time. There are still some stone tablets of unknown purpose standing in the open space between the buildings. From the year engraved on them, we can know that these stone tablets, the smallest One is also more than 800 years old.

It can also be called "Tenman Palace", or rather than seeing the reconstructed building that tourists visit as the Tenman Palace, the building where the headquarters of the Conjurer Association is located and that has been maintained for thousands of years should be the real Tianman Palace. Full shrine.

In the eyes of ordinary people, an invisible barrier covers the entire building complex, hiding it in the deep mountains and old forests, and also "refusing" people who are not on the association list to find its traces.

Coupled with Kitano Tenmangu's own enchantment, it can be said that this place is safer than the two magic schools.

They passed through the enchantment of the back mountain, and like a drop of water, they quietly joined the tourists at Kitano Tenmangu.

November is not the peak season for tourism. Most of the shrines are housewives who live in the surrounding area. Now it is the afternoon school time, and some high school students from the nearby high school drop by to visit, hoping to get a good grade in the exam.

——Those two are so handsome!

——Don’t you think it’s a little bad, those two?

--Eh--?Not at all, doesn't Yumi think it's super cool?

——Cool is pretty cool...

--Right!The one with the black hair is totally my thing, the bandaged fingers and the choker always feel so astringent!

—Is it brother?I think that brother has a better figure...

Sasuke pulled the strap around his neck a little anxiously, and his eyes under the sunglasses couldn't help looking at the source of the line of sight from the corner of his eye.

His hand was restored by Gojo Satoru under the supervision of Jia Ruozi. There were some twists and turns in the process, but fortunately, it grew out smoothly in the end. There was not an extra finger, and the length of the arm was not stunted.

Perhaps because of the recovery method, the mana concentration in the newborn arm was much higher than in other parts, almost at the same level as Wujo Satoshi's body.

However, compared with before, the left arm is somewhat fragile and needs time to recover slowly, and the calluses on the hand have disappeared.

After just pulling the steel wire for a few days to find the hand feel, his left hand was already dripping with blood, with wounds stacked on top of each other.

Gojo Satoru wanted to help him heal, but was refused.

"There will always be calluses." Sasuke stretched out his fingers, feeling that the pain was not enough to affect his movements.

When I was young, my strength was low, and my training didn't involve much shuriken manipulation.

Later, when he started practicing at the age of seven or eight, his hands already had a thin layer of calluses, which made it less likely to be scratched by the steel wire.

The soft skin on his fingertips and palms is something he has never had since he started training.

But he still wrapped a layer of bandages, "Walking outside is somewhat less scary, otherwise people will think I have abused you," Gojo Satoru said.

After the arm recovered for a few days, Principal Ye Moth also took advantage of the situation to report it.

Perhaps it was because this was the first time that "Gojo Satoru" used the shikigami to bind and sign shikigami, instead of using the shikigami formula that Yusanjia was accustomed to. In the past, the "reporting process" that only needed to accept interrogations remotely was directly changed to the Kyoto headquarters.

They took the Shinkansen to Kyoto yesterday, and this morning they took a taxi directly from Wujo House to Tenmangu.

If the bondage between him and Gojo Satoru hadn't been manifested physically in an external form, maybe the "rotten orange" in the other party's mouth was ready to get rid of him on the spot.

This approach is not even as good as some high-level Konoha.

"It's decided! Let's go to Nakamura Fujikichi to eat matcha chiffon later, and then go back."

Gojo Satoru accepted the veiled or straightforward gazes of women of all ages around him well, and looked down at the map with his mobile phone in his hand.

"Let's go, let's take the bus." He grabbed Sasuke's shoulder and walked towards the bus stop regardless of his objection.

There are more people at the stop sign, not only students after school, but also backpackers, housewives, office workers... There are cars and cars on the road, and there is a convenience store across the road, and people are constantly coming in and out.

Although everyone politely kept a certain distance, the curious eyes that drifted from time to time still made him tense up, and he almost opened Sharingan when a few girls rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Calm down," Gojo Satoru moved his hand from his shoulder to the back of Sasuke's neck and squeezed it, then brought him in his direction again, "These are ordinary people." He lowered his voice and pressed it against Sasuke's ear side said.

A suppressed exclamation broke out among the group of students waiting for the bus.

The hot air exhaled by the other party hit Sasuke's ear, making him tilt his head a little uncomfortable.

"...I see." He tried his best to restrain his conditioned reflex, trying to make himself ignore those harmless information.

Here comes the bus.

Most of the people at the station had left, and seven or eight people were waiting for another bus.

Sasuke wanted to follow up, but was stopped by the hand on his shoulder.

"Isn't it this bus?" He remembered that this person told him just now that this bus can go directly.

"I'm lying to you~ let's take a taxi," the white-haired young man waved to the other side of the road, and a taxi quickly drove over, "Let's go." He opened the rear door and motioned for Sasuke to get in the car.

In the taxi, only the driver was a stranger, and Sasuke's nerves were obviously relaxed a lot.

He took off his sunglasses, rubbed the space between his brows tiredly, and then leaned back on the chair to rest.

Gojo Satoru was also sitting in the back seat, his long legs squeezed aggrievedly into the gap between the back of the passenger seat and the rear seat, his fingers tapped on his knees leisurely, his eyes fell on his side through the sunglasses on another person.

I always feel like a cat whose fur all over my body explodes when I am in a strange environment.

It's kind of like not wanting people to get close to it.

Japanese taxis have always been expensive, but for Gojo Satoru, public transport, taxis, or even private jets are all up to him, and he can use whichever mode of transportation he wants.

In silence, the taxi arrived at the dessert shop that is said to be very famous for matcha. The storefront is an old-fashioned two-story wooden town building with a wide curtain that hangs down to the knees. Besides tourists, there are also many couples and students.

"Would you like to take out or dine in?"

"Pack……"

"Dining." Sasuke interrupted Gojo Satoru.

There happened to be vacant seats in the store, so a waiter soon led them to a corner table for two on the second floor.

Gojo Satoru had already been familiar with the menu, and he gave the names of several desserts without blinking an eye, and asked the clerk to add extra sugar to the seasonal chestnut sweet soup.

The clerk who served their table had probably never seen so many orders at one time. He blushed and confirmed twice in a low voice before taking notes seriously.

Sasuke lowered his head and glanced at the menu, feeling that most of them were things he had never seen before, but considering that the person sitting across from him had a high tolerance for sweets, he finally only conservatively ordered an ochazuke set meal.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, and looked at Sasuke with the other on his folded knees, looking in a good mood.

Sasuke gave him a puzzled look through his sunglasses.

"How do you feel now?"

There are actually quite a few customers in this store, both of them are wearing sunglasses indoors, and they are both dressed in black, no matter how they look, they are out of place with the store, so naturally some people will secretly look here.

"It's okay." It may be because in the restaurant, everyone's behavior has been restrained a lot, and the space is not so crowded. They can take most of the space on the second floor into view at a glance from where they are sitting now. Although they are still a little vigilant, but It's not intolerable either.

Sasuke lowered his head and took a sip of tea, trying his best to focus on the person opposite him.

Gojo Satoru made a scissorhands gesture at him.

"I'm handsome!"

……

He couldn't let this state last for too long.

He was recuperating in school before, and except for Gojo Satoru, he hardly saw other people, and with the other party's magic power in his body, he quickly got used to the other party's existence.

It can even be said that it is a little too fast.

The thought flashed through his mind and disappeared.

It is more important to adapt to the outside world.he thinks.

His overly keen perception makes it impossible for him to ignore other people's sights. If he cannot adapt as soon as possible, it will be difficult for him to live among ordinary people.

Problems come one after another, and they are resolved one by one.

The author has something to say: I forgot the timing!I hate! !

A brain hole: Naruto's prosthetic leg is wrapped in a bandage, probably because it hurts too much.

Some twists and turns:

5t5: Interesting, if Sasuke grows six fingers, will he have to cut off one?

Glass: Wujo Wu!Be careful, it's a living arm not your toy!

Sasuke: Arm regeneration consumes too much energy, and I almost fainted from hunger after the end.

The Headquarters of the Conjurers Association and the like are all privately set up, because the prequel of the comics feels that 5t5 communicates with the upper-level remotely. After thinking about Sasuke's special situation, it is better to go to Kyoto for a tour.

If you want to see what happened in the Conjurer's Association, I will insert it into the text and write it later.