The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Sasuke pulled his hand out of the curse spirit's body quickly, and shook off the blood stain on it in disgust—it can't be called blood stain, this kind of thing can't be seen by ordinary people, and it will disappear by itself after a while. He just felt a little sick.

Bright electric light danced on the two to three meter long curse spirit in front of him, emitting a stench like burnt rubber.

The curse spirit wailed and fell down, and soon dissipated.

Gee.

Sasuke frowned.

His knife broke in Shibuya yesterday, so the mantra in Kanagawa today can only use this not-so-clean method.

Fortunately, the knife that I entrusted someone to make before has been completed. Gojo Satoru sent him a message in the morning saying that the store had sent the knife to the school, and asked him to go to the office to pick it up after returning.

The black curtain dissipated into the air, Sasuke jumped down from the window on the third floor of the building, and landed lightly on the ground.

Maybe it was to escape, or maybe he just wanted to find something to do for himself, Sasuke took over most of the other party's tasks, and has been running around almost every day for more than a week.

On the one hand, at the end of the year, the curses appeared in groups as if they were going to catch up with the performance. On the other hand, Gojo Satoru severely disgusted the above several times this year-not only about him as a "shikigami", but also about Otoko Yuta problems, so at the end of the year, he was assigned a heavier task than before.

Therefore, although Sasuke shared part of the tasks, the other party was still overwhelmed by dozens of mission reports and various trivial matters at the end of the year.

Thinking of the person to be restrained, he felt irritated unconsciously.

Fortunately, for more than a week, the relationship between him and Gojo Satoru has retreated to a safe distance.

Fighting and practicing, these are the things he is used to, and it is also the state he feels comfortable with.

"Let's go, Yizhi."

-

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a wave of irritability, he stared at the thick stack of documents spread out in front of him for a while, and reached out to flip through them.

"Report, report, report, or report." He put the pen aside, put his legs on the table, and picked up the plain Tang knife sent by the knife maker this morning.

He had just been driven back from the infirmary by the family nitrate.

"Admit it, Wu," his old classmate always said sharply, "you are the kind of self-centered little bastard, you can't stand it when others don't look at you, and you don't see how much you care when you're around every day he."

Why is he such a person?

Gojo Satoru ignored the guilty conscience in his heart.

At that time, he suddenly felt that Sasuke was in a bad mood, and he was not in a good mood for some reason, so he didn't say anything in the izakaya. He wanted to slow down and think about the relationship between the two of them—after all, they were not real Shikigami and Shikigami.

As a result, it gradually became that he could only meet each other in the living room at night every day, and he couldn't see each other at all in the morning. Sometimes he went out for a few steps in the middle of the night, and the person on the roof disappeared before he could speak.

That's fine, just give Sasuke some time to think it through.

But Qihai said two days ago that Sasuke went to him to ask about the school, Maki added Sasuke’s friend through the dog roll, and said that he wanted to fight with him again, and Niko said that Sasuke was still feeding a few dogs in the woods in front of her window yesterday wildcat.

Counting and counting, only he didn't know what Sasuke was doing.

accurate.

Always feel like I'm losing.

"What's your expression like?"

A familiar voice came from beside him.

Before he could put down his five Wu legs, he turned his head suddenly, and almost fell off the chair without even bringing the knife.

Sasuke didn't know when he squatted on the narrow platform outside the window, his dark eyes passed over him, and finally settled on the knife in his hand.

The opponent's ability to restrain his breath is getting stronger and stronger, and because he has his own magic power in his body, Gojo Satoru will not notice it unless he deliberately detects it.

"I'll get the knife."

The boy pushed open the window, jumped in like a real cat, turned around and closed the window, blocking the cold wind that poured in before walking in front of him.

Gojo Satoru put the knife away in his arms.

"Why don't you walk through the door?" He started this conversation with a question that could be called nonsense.

Sasuke put his hands in his pockets, without moving his eyes, "Hurry up."

"Have you grown taller?" He glanced at the skin exposed by the opponent's cuff.I feel that the other party is not in a good mood.

"possible."

"Are there any tasks tomorrow?"

"two."

"Where?"

"Shibuya."

"I want to eat Shibuya's X Ji."

"Find Yi Dizhi."

"Why don't you look for me?"

"There is a mission."

"Then you still have time to find someone else?"

"Something happened."

……

A tone is flat, without fluctuations, and the answers are fluent.It's almost like "routine" is written on the face.

The other one became more and more unhappy when asked, and almost said "Do you not like me anymore" at the end of the question.

Of course, these words were swallowed back by him.

Gojo Satoru, like a cat that has been performing for a long time on a cat teaser but didn't even take a sip of nutrition cream, was so angry that he pulled off his sunglasses and stared at Sasuke - he had long since discovered that Sasuke always looked at his eyes. He will subconsciously shake his mind, so he always uses this to make some demands on him.

It's useless, but I feel more annoyed.Besides his own, there was another person's restlessness.

Sasuke picked up the knife with downcast eyes, and encountered a symbolic resistance from a certain white hair in the middle.

He exerted a little force, and Wujo Wu's hand reluctantly let go.

"Don't go through the windows!"

The black-haired boy kept turning around and walked towards the door, closing the door gently when he left.

Is this right?

So wrong!

When did Wujo Wu receive such treatment?Why should you bother me?

Mad cat!

-

"Ah - I lost." Chanyuan Maki lay on her back on the lawn, her hot breath condensed into a small white mist above her.

She was steaming all over, her glasses had been thrown aside long ago, and she was holding a three-section stick in her hand.

"Big mustard?" Goujuanji stretched out his hand in front of Zenyuan Maki, tilted his head and asked.

Zenyuan Maki put her hand on it, and sat up vigorously.

The spellcaster was staggered by the strong force coming from his hand, and then he felt someone stretch out his hand behind his collar.

He stood firm, turned his head and thanked the third person present: "Thank you."

Sasuke nodded, seeing that he was standing firmly, he withdrew his hands and stood aside, with a pile of various weapons scattered at his feet.

Zenyuan Maki has a straightforward personality. After Sasuke tied Gojo Satoru in place, most of her hostility disappeared in an instant, and most of the remaining points were unwilling to be easily defeated by him.

So after she inadvertently discovered that her classmate who was slightly socially phobic actually had the contact information of Uchiha Sasuke, she found Sasuke through the spellcaster.

"Is Gojo Satoru enough to teach you?" She remembered Uchiha Sasuke asking at that time.

"I don't know which one of you is better at martial arts," Chanin Maki said, "but you are definitely the best at using weapons among the people I've ever met. Not even Satoru can match you."

"Salmon roe." The spellcaster nodded vigorously in agreement.

Zenyuan Maki showed a decisive smile: "As for me, I plan to overthrow the Zenyuan family with the magic tools and physical skills, so I will make myself stronger at all costs."

"Excuse me, are you willing to train me?" She asked without hesitation facing the young man who seemed to be not as tall as herself.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes.

"You want to overthrow the Chanyuan family?" He remembered that it was one of the three imperial families.

"Yes, I'm going to be the next head of the family." Chanyuan Maki said.

"Okay," Chanyuan Maki felt that the person opposite might have smiled, "Don't regret it."

That's why we have the current situation.

She regretted it a little.

Sasuke just got a new knife, and she didn't leave school—Yi Gu and Panda took advantage of Christmas approaching and there were many dolls on the street to go out to perform tasks.

As for the dog roll, it is probably a mascot.

After all, Sasuke Uchiha is a real person who doesn’t talk too much. If it wasn’t for Goujumaki’s frightened “pickled high vegetables bonito bonito dried bonito flower” barking so loudly that the other party slowed down, she would not even be greeted by the other party. The person who came over with one knife was shaved into a bald head.

But when she dodged, her bangs were still cut off by the knife energy coming towards her face, and she fell lightly to the ground.

"You guy..."

Zenyuan Maki let go, and the sports bag containing a bunch of knives, guns and sticks fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

The person opposite slowly put the Tang Dao less than ten centimeters from her throat back into the scabbard behind her, with a few gaudy knives in the middle.

"If you react a little slower, you can get a new hairstyle." The black-haired Shikigami said mockingly.

jump--

This is the sound of Chanyuan Maki's sanity breaking down.

"Don't you know, girl's hair is very precious——"

She punched it up.

This person is really annoying!

Uchiha Sasuke didn't draw a knife, and beat her up without saying a word.

"Are these still in use?"

Chanyuan Maki wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth—she was punched in the face just now, and accidentally bit her mouth.

"Use it!" I worked so hard to recite it without pandas, how could I not use it.

Then she was beaten by Sasuke with a knife for another two hours.

No experience at all.

Fortunately, there is Ji to accompany her to suffer.

"You...why don't you use other weapons?" Zenyuan Maki asked.

Sasuke picked up a short knife from the ground and handed it to the dog who was standing next to the sports bag, "Not good at it." He said.

Zenin Maki stared at him angrily.

"I can see your movements clearly, and my body can catch up with my consciousness to block you." Sasuke's eyes turned black again, "I told you not to regret it." He sneered.

"What regrets!" Zenyuan Maki threw her sports bag on her back and took a step forward when she was smashed, "It's better than practicing with Wu Wu. Practicing with him is simply spiritual pollution."

She asked Sasuke curiously: "Speaking of which, he seems to be a little cloudy these days, do you know what's going on?"

Goujuji didn't speak, he felt that he had something to do with Sasuke anyway.

After all, Mr. Gojo didn't say anything after knowing that Maki had asked Sasuke through him, but when he went out to buy a drink, he accidentally bought a sugar-free Coke, and his face changed after taking a sip.

"I don't know." Sasuke said calmly.

The spell master blinked, and shook his head when Chanyuan Maki looked over.

"Dried bonito."

Since Sasuke-kun said so, then it should be so.