The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Sasuke couldn't see Gojo Satoru's eyes.

But he didn't think he needed to see Gojo Satoru's eyes either.

The conjurer is the person who knows him best in this world. He knows his scars and past, and he has also witnessed every choice he has made since he came to this world.

He knew what Gojo Satoru wanted to do, and he knew exactly what he wanted.

Every Uchiha grew up in the blood and fire. Even if he lived in a corner, away from the center of power, he could only be a member of the security team to deal with family problems. No Konoha ninja, or even a ninja, would underestimate their family. of blood.

Those eyes, which have been passed down for thousands of years, are engraved with belligerence and rebellion. They are the source of their pain and strength, and they are also the medium through which Sasuke observes others and the world.

The magnificent and charming eyes reflected the conjurer suspended in mid-air, and every hair on the ninja's body trembled with excitement.

He just wanted to enjoy the fight to the fullest.

Standing opposite Gojo Satoru, fighting against the strongest in the world—not the high school teacher, the conjurer under the association, the Gojo Patriarch, not the son of God who is bound by various expectations and requirements, but just Gojo Satoru himself.

Whatever you want to say and do, prove it to him in the next battle!

……

The sound of Otoko Yuta retracting the knife into the sheath could not be heard at all, but when the sharp blade slipped into the sheath and the metal knife made a subtle impact sound, it seemed that the conjurer and the ninja had received some signal , collided with each other in mid-air, and the shock wave of mana power and chakra overturned several mana spirits not far away.

There is no more suitable battlefield than this, and there is no better time than this.

Gojo Satoru is no longer disturbed by the dark clouds covering the magic world, and Sasuke is no longer struggling with his own feelings. They stand here, not thinking about the past history, not thinking about the future ending, only for the current battle.

The inside of the tent was windy again.

But this wind was aroused by their actions, full of powerful mantra and chakra, pouring into everyone's oral and nasal passages unstoppably.

Chidori danced in Assistant, the bright electric current reflected his face white.The dark mantra gathers at the conjurer's fingertips, and every flick of a finger leaves an almost lightning trail in the air, followed by an explosion that is as deafening as a bird's song.

Their figures almost disappeared into the air, only showing traces at the moment of collision. The explosion of mana penetrated the reinforced concrete, and the aftermath of Chakra shattered bricks and stones. It shattered and collapsed in a second, as if it had spanned thousands of years in an instant, defeated in front of an irresistible force, and could no longer see its original appearance.

……

Standing in front of Fu Heihui, the Zhipiren of the Zen Academy once again felt the traces of the passage of time on his body.

He heard a loud noise coming from a distance, and he perceived two powerful spells—one was Wujo Wu, the other was like a curse spirit—one after another, and each collision brought a shock like heaven and earth.

No matter which person, the power displayed far exceeds himself.

Has the curse spirit not been resolved yet?

They were in an alley, Zenyuan Shier had several wounds on his body, but he stood there unknowingly, holding a magic tool with cloud patterns in his hand, his inorganic eyes fell on the nervous young man.

Fu Heihui didn't expect that he just wanted to take out another magic tool, and he was targeted by that guy.

Mr. Qihai and others were exorcising the curse spirit, but he was forced to stay and fight with the Zenyuan Zhipi people.

Not to mention that You Yun was robbed, and now he is still being chased. If it weren't for the help of other people a few times, he still doesn't know how embarrassed he would be.

"You..." The man opposite shook his head, as if he suddenly thought of something, "What's your name?"

Fu Heihui suddenly jumped back in embarrassment, avoiding the collapsed wall.

The building next to them exploded a big hole under the action of external force, and the figures smashed into the opposite window along with the scattered bricks and stones, fell into the hangers full of foreign clothes, and were buried below by the falling crystal lamps and smoke.

It wasn't just him, the direct neighbors of the Buddhist monastery and the strange black-haired man all shifted their attention to the side.

Uchiha Sasuke spat out blood, pushed away the weight on his body and stood up, brimming with boiling fighting spirit.

"Your curse pattern!" Zenyuan Zhibi was startled.

The black-haired curse spirit glanced here casually, then returned his gaze to the sky, and walked out across the debris on the ground.

With just one glance, Zhipiren of the Chanyuan froze in place.

What an arrogant, arrogant, and cold gaze, as if his vigilance and hostility were worthless breeze, and only another person who had not yet arrived on the scene was worthy of all attention.

Then Gojo Satoru followed the call of the sight.

The white-haired conjurer also had a ferocious and wanton smile on his face. The dark red magic power on his fingertips was ready to be released, but it quietly dissipated the second he saw the situation clearly, and was kicked into the ground by Sasuke from mid-air. When he was in the hospital, he took advantage of the opportunity to hold the boy in his arms and called a timeout.

"Why stop?" Sasuke glared at him dissatisfied.

"Solve a little problem," Gojo Satoru pulled his face closer, touched the boy's forehead, and wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, "wait for me."

Sasuke clicked his tongue, sat on the rubble he had smashed out, watched Gojo Satoru turn around, and said a few words over and over the information that Zenyuan Zhibiren tried to suppress.

Chanyuan Shier, or Fuheisher?

He used to want to have a good fight when he saw this guy, but now he is a little bit unmotivated.

Only Gojo Satoru, he thought, the others are irrelevant.

"That makes it clear," Gojo Wu tilted his head, and Fu Heihui noticed that there were a few bloodstains on his face, "You can tell me what you think later."

Fu Heihui unconsciously looked at the strange man, his biological father, who also stared at him.

He didn't even remember what the other party looked like, nor did he know the other party's name, and it seemed that he had nothing to say when they met on the battlefield.

The Zhipi people of Zenyuan wanted to shut Wutiao Wu's mouth immediately, and ignored the other party's suggestion to let them stay away in a bad mood.

Gojo Satoru had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, turned his head to face the ninja on the ruins, and No Lower Limit took him up into the air again, facing Sasuke on the ground.

"Do you like being in the sky so much?" Sasuke stretched his neck, looked up at him, and let his hands hang loosely.

Gojo Satoru opened his arms, and a smile appeared on his face again: "Don't you think there are too many debris on the ground?"

The black-haired boy also smiled: "I don't like looking up at others."

When people face a huge crisis, they often have an unexplainable premonition, just like the Buddhist monastery is directly adjacent to people at this moment.He suddenly felt terrified, and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart. He paused, and immediately ran in another direction.

Fuheshier's reaction was completely opposite. The body's alarm did not make him flinch, but instead aroused the most ferocious impulse. Youyun's sharp cut was raised above his head, and below him was Uchiha Sasuke's calm and unwavering gaze.

In the next second, he flew upside down and fell heavily into the ruins behind him.

At the same time, the conjurers scattered in all directions of the tent looked up in a certain direction in amazement. Following the strong fluctuation of the spell, first the helmet, then the wings, the giant with the bow and arrow came from the gap in the skyscraper. In the middle of the body, there is a figure, and opposite is the strongest man in the world with white hair like frost.

What is this ghost?

Shibuya is so big that it can hold thousands of terrifying spells, allowing millions of people to come and go every day; but Shibuya is so small that the tent covering the intersection can only bear the weight of two people. The attack is a bit shaky, and the conjurer and the ninja can cross the entire battlefield in just a few seconds, and everywhere they go is full of chaos and ruins.

Draw the bow, make an arrow—the lavender chakra is compressed to the extreme, and a weak current flows through it.

Convergence and divergence - the power of blue and red merged in front of the magician's eyes, and the air current blew his forehead hair back.

The world suddenly became silent.

There is light from the place where the chakra arrows meet the mantra, like the sun suddenly jumping out of the night, the dazzling light lights up the entire enchantment, countless windows instantly turn into hail powder, and the violent impact blows huge The curse spirit desperately rushed to the edge of the tent, for fear of being drawn into the center like a nuclear bomb explosion.

The tent finally couldn't bear such a force, and it shattered silently.

The conjurer dispatched by the association first closed his eyes oppressed by the power of the spell and the light, and then hurriedly withstood the manic wind and took a step forward.

"Quickly lower the tent again!" the Zhibi of the Zen Academy yelled, and Fu Heihui rode on Nue followed closely behind, "In this place right now, Gojo Satoru has gone crazy!"

Many curse spirits also escaped, but the association had lowered a second tent within a radius of one kilometer before, and the curse spirits could not escape, and would be wiped out sooner or later.

Jianren Qihai and two students ran out from the other side.

Otoko Yuta took Ino Takuma, whom he met on the way, and rushed out at the last second when the tent was lowered.

He turned his head, and there seemed to be a purple giant tens of meters high in front of him, and the seemingly small white-haired magician in front of the giant.

"What's going on in there?" Um Diva asked.

Yi Gu Youtai blinked, thinking of the insolent and joyful smile on the conjurer's face that he accidentally caught a glimpse of: "Let's exchange feelings."

……

Before the light disappeared completely, Gojo Satoru approached Sasuke.

"Aren't you tired of maintaining such a giant?" He asked in the silence of the world, meaning it was over for a while, and there was a break in the intermission.

Sasuke slowly wiped the blood on the giant's forehead through the infinity constructed by Chakra.

"You are the one who wants to stand in the sky." He said, his eyes fell on the conjurer's face through Chakra, "Susano is almost the most suitable ninjutsu."

"This one really looks like infinity, but it's a bit conspicuous." Wujo Satoru commented, and even touched the cold chakra shell. He kept the consumption to a minimum, "Why don't you just cancel the spell, I'm more than happy to catch you~"

The black-haired ninja manipulated Susano to float back a few meters, and the voice sounded a bit vague: "Catch it? What can you catch?"

"Anything." Gojo Satoru grinned, with a self-important arrogance and self-confidence on his face, "Here, I am the strongest."

There seemed to be a chuckle coming from the inside of Susano.

"It seems that I shouldn't have done so much just now," Sasuke said meaningfully, and the giant's arms rose, "Then give this back to you, let's try."

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head, and the whole earth trembled. Countless broken stones and tiles rose from the ground, attracted each other in the air, and changed from small to large in the blink of an eye, becoming a huge sphere, hanging above Susano's head. Just like Ji Zhiban more than ten minutes ago, Gojo Satoru was blocked from seeing the night sky.

A few pieces of rubble slipped from the air, bounced off infinitely, and fell to the ground below which was riddled with holes and could not see its original appearance.

The conjurer smiled slightly, he still didn't take off the blindfold, but he imagined that the eyes under the black cloth would be as bright as ever.

Maybe there is chaos outside the books, maybe the association is ready to attack them, maybe it will take years for Shibuya to get back to normal, and the fear of ordinary people will make this a Tokyo within Tokyo.

But what does it matter?

"Then just look at me." He raised his hands, facing the sharply falling boulder, the hem of his clothes fluttered in the air due to the pressure of the wind, "Just look at me, Sasuke."

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[The following content is excerpted from the detailed report on the Shibuya incident in 2018. 】

【21:53.】

[The first layer of tents broke for the third time, all the curse spirits in the tent disappeared, Uchiha Sasuke and Jiuxiangtu disappeared. 】

[Gojo Satoru finishes cleaning and returns to the association for inquiries. 】