The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

When Xia Youjie appeared, there had just been a light snowfall in Tokyo.

The fine snowflakes turned into water stains before they hit the ground, wet the ground, and made everyone's soles dirty.

The temperature dropped immediately.

Sasuke and Nanami Kento were sitting in an empty classroom, several desks were pushed together, and several materials from different schools were placed on them.

He had a quick meeting with Jianren Qihai last time and asked about some school matters.Today, I managed to find some free time to sit here and talk.

"Personally, I still recommend that you study for a year in the third year of high school before entering university. That's what I did."

Jianren Nanami's current image is completely different from when Sasuke saw him for the first time.

A light gray suit, a plain blue shirt, and a chrome-yellow tie that resembled the pattern of the seal cloth wrapped around his blunt knife, as if spattered with ink.

"Li Haida, Bingdi, and Didan all have their own universities directly under them, so it is relatively easy to enter the university." In just two or three weeks, the muscle lines on the opponent's arms became clear, and the body fat percentage further improved. The mana power in the body is obviously much more active.

"If you are interested in doing business, most of Bingdi's students have this background; if you want to study quietly, you can go to Lihai University, which is considered an old and famous school; Didan is relatively lively and has produced many famous students. Literary people."

"Thank you." Sasuke said to him, "Congratulations." He pointed to the ID card that Jianren Nanami had placed on the table.

"This is nothing worthy of congratulations, Uchiha-kun." The blond man said sternly, "Each level means that the curse that will be exorcised will be more terrifying, and the human nature that will be seen will be more sinful."

"But someone has to carry the darkness." Sasuke said.

Just like what Brother Weasel did, and what he wanted to do, sorcerers are also a group of people who carry darkness.

He doesn't know whether Itachi has been rehabilitated, but at least the ninja group he belongs to is known to ordinary people.Conjurers are basically completely hidden in the shadows.

Even Gojo Satoru, when he is out of the house, will only be regarded by passers-by as a handsome guy with bad eyesight, and they will not know how famous he is on the other side of the world.

"You're right," Jianren Qihai pondered for a while, "But that doesn't mean I like it..."

Sasuke suddenly turned his head to look in the other direction.

For a moment just now, he seemed to suddenly feel an emotion that didn't belong to him.

Qihai Jianren's voice was drowned in the sudden sound of the radio.

"...Notice... All magicians at the first level and above please go to the turntable at the front of the No. [-] square in the third district immediately to gather... Repeat... All the first-level and above magicians please go to the No. [-] in the third district immediately The turntable on the front of the square..."

"Suspected super fugitive curse master Xia Youjie appeared..."

The broadcast made a "stab" electric sound, and finally quieted down.

A group of birds startled in the woods outside the window, and flew to the distance with a clatter.

On weekdays, the campus where there are no people at all seems to suddenly become lively.

Just in the building they were in, there were three or four chaotic footsteps, and then only one left to run away from the window in a blink of an eye.

After all, conjurers can see curses, and if they lived in an urban area and bumped into one unexpectedly, it might not cause any danger, but it still made people feel unhappy.

In addition, they have to run around when they are on missions, and it is not convenient to live anywhere, so many people choose to live in colleges—anyway, the government has designated an entire mountain for them, and they cannot see the curse even if they are covered by an enchantment. , and surrounded by people who know the basics, there are no other shortcomings except that it is inconvenient for shopping and entertainment.

Jianren Qihai grabbed his glasses and stood up.

It was the first time that Sasuke saw other expressions on his face—although he had only met him three or four times, the other party had always remained calm.

Instead, he now showed an expression mixed with nostalgia and vigilance.

Looks like someone I know.

"Do you want to take you there?" Sasuke pointed to the window. It was the first time he saw a curse master, and he was still the same super class as Gojo Satoru, so he was naturally curious. "Faster than walking."

Jianren Qihai froze for a moment, as if he suddenly lost his energy.

"No, Mr. Gojo should have already passed by, and it won't affect the overall situation if we go there." He put on the strange pair of brown sunglasses, and said sideways to Sasuke who was walking behind him.

"And," he added, "Senior Xia You... No, Xia Youjie's spells can absorb and manipulate unowned spell spirits, which are a hundred times rarer than ordinary shikigami. You'd better pay attention."

Sasuke accepted his kindness—although both he and Qihai Jianren knew that it was almost impossible for Xia Youjie to turn Sasuke into a collection.

The former believes in his own strength (not to mention that he is not a curse spirit at all), while the latter believes that Gojo Satoru will not allow this to happen.

Although the broadcast sounded extremely urgent, the scene did not look very tense when they walked.

Maybe it's because the pelican-shaped curse spirit keeps rolling its eyes, looking really stupid.

Comparable to Mike Kay's turtle psychic beast.

Gojo Satoru must have sensed that he was coming, but the other party's full attention was clearly focused on the old classmate.

——Even if Jianren Qihai didn't say it, the wonderful close relationship between the two adjacent grades in the Curse High School is enough for Sasuke to guess that Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru were students of the same grade.

It looks a bit like him and Naruto, except that he is the evil one.

They stood behind the conjurer who arrived earlier, and looked at the two groups of people in front of the teaching building through the gap between the crowd.

Noctua Masamune stood in front of the conjurer—Sasuke had only seen him once, and the other party was wearing sunglasses, staring at him with a stern expression for a while, just let Gojo Satoru think it through himself.

Then there are four first-year students who look like they just got back from off-campus.

The man who was so close to Gojo Satoru was so close that he could barely hook his shoulders. He was wearing a black monk's robe and a cassock covered with golden dark patterns.

A little further away, beside the pelican stood a group of people who were even more strangely dressed than conjurers, and there were even two children.

They confronted each other in the distance for a while, and the man in the monk robe released a lot of curse spirits, said something to Wutiao Wu, and then left with the people around him.

Won't you leave them behind?At least in Sasuke's view, it is not a problem to keep these people.

However, it could also be that they are too weak.

The conjurers around him breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately, and spontaneously walked towards the open space ahead - Ye Mo Zhengdao and Wujo Wu were standing there.

Sasuke could vaguely sense that Gojo Satoru's mood was not as calm as his appearance.

Qihai Jianren sighed lightly.

"Then I'll go there first, Uchiha-kun."

-

It was already the next morning to see Gojo Satoru again.

Sasuke put the psychic snake's eggs back into the bowl and pushed open the bedroom door.

Gojo Satoru was just lying on the sofa in the living room, without changing his clothes, wrapped in half of the velvet blanket on the sofa, half of the bandages on his eyes were torn, hanging there loosely.

The 1.9-meter tall man nestled in the not-so-spacious loveseat, looking pitiful.

They haven't communicated much for a while—unless the kind of question-and-answer that makes Gojo Satoru choke uncomfortably counts as communication.

The other party seems to have something to do these few days, and sometimes there is no sign of anyone at the end of the day.

Sasuke always thought that as long as he didn't think about it, or stayed with the person lying on the sofa in front of him every day, the restraint would have no effect on him.

This level of affection and intimacy is completely within his control.

Just like him and Orochimaru, the three years made him somewhat have a teacher-student relationship with Oroshemaru, but it never shook him.

——Until he discovered yesterday that he seemed to be able to vaguely feel Gojo Satoru's emotions.

It's like looking at people through a layer of frosted glass, indistinct, only vague shapes and colors can be seen, but it makes people feel itchy.

Perhaps affected by the restraint, he bent down in front of the sofa in a mysterious way.

"...Sasuke?"

Gojo Satoru was not fully awake yet, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and put his hand loosely on Sasuke's wrist.

The mana and chakra circled between the palm and the wrist.

Sasuke let go of the blanket, pulled his wrist from the opponent's hand, and straightened up.

"Don't sleep here."

Against the light, Gojo Satoru couldn't see Sasuke's expression clearly, and the bandage in front of him was also in the way.

He reached out his hand dully to pull off the bandage, and then squinted his eyes stimulated by the sunlight coming in from the window.

"……what time is it?"

"Eight o'clock." Sasuke moved a little to the side.

The tall and long-legged young man completely wrapped himself in a blanket, only his nose and bloodshot pale eyes were exposed, he gave him a confused look, and shrank back into the sofa.

"...I'll sleep for a while, and I'll get up at nine o'clock...then...call me..."

In the end, his voice became weaker and weaker, and was finally drowned in a slight snort.

When he was slapped awake, Gojo Satoru still hadn't recovered from his senses, only felt that his neck was terribly sore and his legs were numb.

"Sasuke?" He rubbed his face, the bandage slipped off his face and fell to the ground, and the reversal technique automatically operated, quickly relieving the discomfort in his neck. "Why are you here?" He asked the boy standing in front of the sofa.

"It's nine o'clock." Sasuke folded his arms and took a step aside.

"Ah!" Gojo Gojo covered his eyes reflexively, "I'm blind, I'm going to be blind—"

The person immediately woke up.

"...So it's not a dream..." The white-haired young man stood up from the sofa, took two steps with the blanket in his arms and almost tripped himself, "Ah... so dangerous."

"Sasuke—"

He walked to the dining room, took a bite of the sandwich on the table, and walked back to the living room with the blanket in his arms.

Looking around while walking, calling Sasuke's name in a long drawl, like a giant cat waiting for someone to come over and scratch its head and chin.

The black-haired boy was at the door, looking back at him expressionlessly.

"Is something wrong?"

"Let's put the task aside for now." Wujo Satoru said, and couldn't help but yawned again.

"Although the specific details are still to be discussed, this matter has basically been determined."

"The day after tomorrow, I hope you can act with me, let's go to Shinjuku."

"I need your help."