The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Judging from Qing Shuiyan's expression, it wasn't a short time for them to go in.

In fact, it was less than half an hour.

Probably because Wujo Satoshi was there, the other party felt that 5 minutes was a long time.

The police at the entrance are still standing guard.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru came out with the people who had gone in before, the policemen were startled—only an hour or two later, the young man who went in clean was now brought out covered in blood.

——Hey, are you all right, do you need help?

——How did this happen?

—Is he still alive?

"He's fine, he just passed out."

Satoru Gojo smiled and rejected the proposal of several policemen to help carry Kusakabe Takuya, and he easily put the young man over 1.8 meters tall into the back seat of Qingshuiyan's car.

"You take him to find a place to receive treatment, and we will move freely next."

He straightened up and stretched, twisting his neck a few times.

Qing Shuiyan pushed his glasses, did not express any objection, but turned around and took out another document from the car.

"I understand," he handed the document in his hand to the white-haired young man, "Because this is a temporary task directly sent to you through the association, so you need to complete this report, and then you will no longer need to pass the Tokyo Manga Submitted."

Gojo Satoru didn't even look at it, and was still talking to the black-haired boy beside him.

"...Do you still have the Taidao..."

"...No need, it's basically scrapped..."

He turned to Qingshuiyan, not only did not take the document, but also slipped the long sword into the opponent's hand.

"Please send it directly to Wutiao Zhai, I will write it when I have time."

Said to trouble others, Gojo Satoru's face showed no trouble at all, and added a sentence that made Qing Shuiyan's pupils tremble.

"Just now," he touched his chin, with a smile on his face, "Someone was secretly watching us, and Sasuke was a little bit overreacted."

He gestured with his fingers to a "slightly" degree, and it was probably only about a millimeter.

After admiring the blank expression of the poor man on the opposite side, Wutiao Wucai Shi Shiran added, "Don't worry, we won't kill people casually if the person is not dead."

"You'll be fine after two days of sleep," Gojo Satoru probably did a wink under the blindfold, "Do the follow-up work well, and don't disturb me and Sasuke-kun's two-person time, Shimizu."

He turned around and looked at the young man who had been standing aside for a long time—the other party was standing by the exit, and at some point there were already a few passing women standing beside him.

Someone came out with a wet tissue, and someone frowned slightly and asked if he needed to be sent to the hospital and if he had been bullied—this person probably referred to Qingshuiyan beside him.

Gojo Satoru refuses to admit that he himself might look more like a gangster.

Obviously Sasuke is also wearing a black suit!

Isn't it because they didn't have time to wear sunglasses, or because their eyes are dark and bright, they look like dolls, why did everyone selectively ignore him, a handsome guy?

He was slightly upset.

When he walked out of the subway station, Sasuke's chakra had basically fully recovered, but he could feel that the mana power in his body that had not been integrated had been consumed a lot along with the chakra in the battle just now.

He hasn't felt any impact yet, but Sasuke is a little at a loss right now.

These soft-spoken women seemed to keep their fingers above water, and their movements were restrained, but he just had a long-lost feeling of facing his mother when he was a child.

I always feel that if I refuse their kindness, I will really be held in place and educated.

"Thank you." Sasuke took the wet tissue from a lady, and she grabbed her hand and patted it.

He wiped his ears casually, and there was a little blood on the wet tissue that would have completely dried up.

Another woman in high heels tapped his ear, "It's not clean, handsome boy, do you want my sister to help you?"

Sasuke had never dealt with this type of woman.

Usually, the women around him can either dismantle Obito's wooden dummy in one burst, or knock Kaguya dizzy with one punch.

It's not that they don't have femininity, but when they are by their side, the fighting role of ninja far exceeds the advantages they gain by using their gender and appearance.

After all, when he was still in Konoha, he was always the one to lurk; after Sharingan evolved, he no longer needed to collect information through words.

Sasuke tilted his head back calmly.I have no idea why they would come together.

The last time Xianglin was so close to him, it seemed that Shuiyue came to help...

From the corner of the eye, Gojo Satoru and Qing Shuiyan said something, and then stood with their pockets in their pockets and looked at it, with a mixed expression of displeasure and watching the show on their faces.

"Enlightenment."

The moment he called out the other person's name, Sasuke was also a little puzzled, why he wanted to ask a person he had just met for help so soon.

The slight unhappiness in Gojo Satoru's heart disappeared without a trace.

It's like you picked up a stray cat on the side of the road. It looks very beautiful, but its claws are very powerful.

You were scratched and scratched by this cat, and you finally bandaged the other's wound and carried it home, but you couldn't catch it at all.

Every day, "Mimi" and "Mimi" call after me, but I always feel that Maomao just treats you as a temporary shit shoveler, symbolically giving you some face.

After finally recovering from the injury, a large number of mad bees and butterflies have been attracted, can you not feel sour?

This is my cat!

Then this cat who has always been away from you suddenly looked at you and meowed for help, can you just watch it?

Of course he can't!

The white-haired young man had a smile on his lips. He was tall and had long legs. He stepped over in two or three steps. He pressed the top of the opponent's hair with one hand, and pulled out the wet wipe that the young man was still holding with the other.

It's like a big cat, slapping the kitten in place and rubbing it back and forth, with its tail raised high.

"Let me do it." Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he reached out and wiped off a little blood on the inside of the boy's right ear, and smiled brightly at the surrounding women.

The top of the hair under his hands trembled violently, and the ears exposed between the strands of hair turned red almost immediately.

Gojo Satoru calmly adjusted the unlimited distance to the limit, blocking the elbow from in front of him.

Listen to the sound, if you are hit, you will definitely be in pain for several days.

"Wu... Jun? Are you brothers?"

Compared with the apparently younger teenagers, adult women will be more interested in adult men, let alone a man like Gojo Satoru.

"No, it's a reliable junior."

"We're all already working, public sector."

Gojo Satoru answered their questions with ease, and he seemed to be having fun.

"Be careful on the road."

He waved goodbye to the ladies, watched them go away with a giggle, and lowered his head to grab the boy who was trying to stay away from him.

"You can't just throw it away when you're done using it, Sasuke."

-

"I saved you, Sasuke."

Gojo Satoru was sitting on the bench with a portion of buttered potatoes.

They were going to have lunch, but this person couldn't walk when he saw a shop selling desserts on the side of the road, so he bought a bunch and ran to a nearby park to eat.

"You enjoyed yourself, too." The assistant was also carrying a buttered potato, his with double ketchup—probably the best invention he'd ever discovered since waking up.

"It's just an ordinary person." Most of the potatoes in Gojo Satoru's hand had disappeared, "It's you, why don't you dare to move?"

Sasuke's hand stopped.

He stroked the steaming potato in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally changed the subject.

After seeing the report, he has been thinking about this question.

"Is there a lot of suicides in Japan, or anywhere else?"

Gojo Satoru probably didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly, so he sat up straight in surprise.

"Not too little, what's the matter?" He asked.

Sasuke was digging potatoes with a spoon, his eyes were on his hands, but his thoughts were far away.

"You know how deformed my world is, ninjas, ordinary people, people die from fighting, starvation, and disease."

Now that there is no one in the park, he took off his glasses.

The boy's hair grew a little longer, blocking half of his side face. Gojo Satoru was sitting on his left, and only a little bit of a graceful nose and the corner of his mouth could be seen.

"For hundreds of years, we have thought that as long as there is peace, people will be able to obtain happiness. Even ninjas don't have to live a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and can live peacefully until they are 40 or 50 years old. Even 60 years old.

"So for the sake of peace, everything can be sacrificed. Whether it is companions or relatives and friends, as long as they hinder peace, they will be cleared without hesitation. That's how we barely got peace when I left.

"Why, you already have such a precious thing, but you still suffer so much?"

He learns about the world every day, and every day he feels in his heart that—at least the people of this country—should be grateful for the life they have.

Peaceful and prosperous, education is popular, even if you don't have any skills, you can find a job to support yourself.

Are humans so unsatisfactory?

"Humans are such animals that are never satisfied," Gojo Satoru said.

"There is a saying in Huaxia called" Full of Sansing Think □□ ", which means that the basic food and clothing that meets the foundation will have the desire to be greedy and indulgent," he shook the carton of the butter potato in his hand. "This greed will let us let us make us Continuous evolution will also make people suffer from pain that is difficult to eliminate."

"Pray for peace during war, when you have peace, you want wealth, and when you have wealth, you want power. Everyone wants these things, so it is destined that some people will not get these things, and if they can't get them, they will suffer. Will want to ask for a relief."

"It's like a curse." His tone was still very light, as if what he was talking about was not some heavy topic, but where to eat and what movie to watch next.

"Also, the kind of peace that sacrifices everything you mentioned is too heavy."

The white-haired young man carefully scooped up the broken potato pieces at the bottom of the box and put them into his mouth, sighed contentedly, "Sasuke, it's too early for you to think about these issues. You should enjoy youth at your age." Yes, there is no need to frown for other people's lives."

Sasuke's potato was a bit cold, he chewed it twice and swallowed it, feeling that the ketchup had also changed its taste.

"Don't treat me like a child."

"Even as an adult, I would have the same answer. Sometimes, being too responsible...is not a good thing."

Gojo Satoru had already stood up from the chair, and walked two steps forward with his back to Sasuke.

"Let's go, let's go to eat. A friend recommended a sushi in Nara before, let's try it today!"

The author has something to say: some notes:

I didn’t go to [-] when I was in political school, so don’t really take this as a reform article, it’s all about falling in love!

Sasuke has not fully adapted to the world, so he saw this way of death, so he couldn't turn around for a while, just like he would be reluctant to throw away his old clothes when he became rich suddenly (not very suitable, but it probably meant that), so he saw other rich people People despise things that are precious to them and cannot accept them for a while

感谢在2021-03-0100:00:00~2021-03-0200:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mao Huhu 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!