The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

"Is your teleportation used for this kind of thing?" Sasuke sat among a group of drunk office workers, obviously dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru's choice of place and the way he traveled.

— come again!Today I'm going to drink you until you surrender!

——Are you kidding me?

"But the food here is pretty good." Gojo Satoru naturally ignored his question, and reached out to push the menu to him. "It should suit your taste."

Compared with the previous izakaya, the food here is indeed much lighter.

Gojo Satoru was holding a glass of juice in his hand, poking the beef in the bowl one after another. "Do ninjas eat lightly?" he asked.

Sasuke put his hands on the table after a while: "Mostly, it's inconvenient to go out for missions if you have heavy body odor."

"What is this? Illusion?" Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes in novelty, and felt that the sight around him moved elsewhere almost immediately.His glasses were blown away by Sasuke at the beginning, so he attracted a lot of attention along the way.

"Well," he put down his chopsticks.Gojo Satoru noticed that the other party was actually eating very fast, but he didn't feel rude at all, "I won't be disturbed."

He raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Like this?" The tall young man with short white hair stood up suddenly, with one hand on his hips and the other pointing to the ceiling above his head, "It means the moon will destroy you!"

……

—Is that guy drunk?

--wack.

"...This is just... the slightest sensory misleading," Sasuke accidentally broke the disposable chopsticks in his hand, "You idiot."

Gojo Satoru sat down calmly, and soon felt the attention of the others shifted elsewhere.

"Actually, it's quite easy to use," he said persuasively. "It would be even better if this one was a little more powerful. Can you give me one too, maybe it will make me see less things."

The person on the opposite side had a new pair of chopsticks, and he didn't seem to want to talk to him.

"Speaking of which, it hasn't been long since I could occasionally feel your emotions," Gojo Satoru said, and the assistant paused slightly before putting down his chopsticks. "Even after Qihai came back, she seemed to suddenly feel that she could know your mood, and sometimes she could feel her position."

He took a sip of the juice and blinked curiously, "But didn't you feel it at the time? You only discovered it later."

Sasuke glared at him unhappily: "I only felt it the day Xia Youjie arrived at the high school. After that, it was the 24th."

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then smiled, "That's it."

As soon as he stopped, the conversation seemed to break off suddenly.

They were silent for a while, and Gojo Gojo spoke again.

"Jie and I were in the same period of the high school, and we still have Nitro." He had a rare gentle expression on his face, and his tone sounded nostalgic. "Thinking about it now, I was much more arrogant than now, and I said every day' We are the strongest 'walking around."

Speaking of which, Xia Youjie also mentioned Sasuke at the time.Then I exchanged a few words with him, as if I was back in my school days.

——Didn’t you say that Shikigami are super—super weak?

——How do you remember this?I'm no ordinary angel.

——… Ha, I’m really curious, I heard that you are still arguing with the association about this.

——I can come back so soon because of him.

—Yeah... completely messed up my plans.

——Your plan would not have succeeded without Sasuke.

- Long-winded.

You are also very arrogant now.Moreover, you are still saying that you are the strongest every day.The black-haired boy sitting across from him had these words clearly written on his face.

"We're both in the same boat, Sasuke-kun," Wujo Wujo said halfway, and suddenly stopped.

He suddenly realized that the conversation at that time was the last communication between him and Jie.

And the last time the three of them ate together seemed to be at this restaurant.

He was sitting in the same position, and the black-haired boy was sitting opposite him, with a ball head, and dissatisfaction with him was written all over his face.

Nitro drank alcohol, he drank fruit juice, and Jie drank sparkling water.

There is a lot of noise around, guests come and go, it seems no different from today.It's just an ordinary day.

But his friend is dead.

No one will share memories of teasing others with him, no one will sit and argue with him in an izakaya, and there will never be a third person.

I will never...have a friend like this again.

It turned out that he had been thinking about "what if", but now he didn't even have the chance of "what if".

Impossible.

After a week, Gojo Satoru finally realized this.

This matter seems to have been pressed under the ice all the time, invisible and intangible, but it has always existed.

Until the ice broke and he fell into the sea.Huge pain and suffocation surrounded him, forcing him to accept this fact.

——Gojo Satoru personally killed Xia Youjie.

……

Don't let him be so embarrassed again, Wujo Wuxiang.He... didn't want Sasuke to feel his feelings.

Really don't want to?

He came back to his senses, and waved his fingers at Sasuke without changing his tone, "...I didn't feel this, your thoughts are written on your face."

Sasuke was stunned for a moment, and found that he seemed to have unconsciously let go of his guard against the other party.

But when Gojo Satoru held his wrist, he didn't struggle, but kept looking at him.

"I don't know what you've been through so that you don't want to be more frank," Gojo Satoru's voice was still smiling, and it was very clear in the background sound of a bunch of cups clinking together, "but there are things I don't want to tell others , People are always lonely. With different identities, different experiences, and emotional barriers, there are always some experiences that you have to keep in your heart.”

"But if anyone can feel the same emotion, this loneliness should disappear. I think this kind of thing is quite happy." Wujo said playfully, without looking at Sasuke, "so Why don't you relax a little bit and share some with me, you need to detoxify mentally to be healthy~"

He seemed to be genuinely thinking about Sasuke, sounding like a real grown-up.

Sasuke looked down at the opponent's left hand, which was normally long and strong, but now his fingertips felt cool, and even the strength to grab him was weak.Just by hanging on it, he can break free at any time.

lie.he thinks.you are not happy.

He said to let Sasuke rely on himself, but what he thought in his heart was "Can you help me share it, just a little bit".

The slight throbbing pain he felt a week ago suddenly became heavy just now, pressing heavily on his heart, even making him a little out of breath.

He also suddenly felt a little sad, if he could feel Itachi's mood back then, or other people could feel his feelings, maybe everything would be different.

Maybe Sasuke was silent for too long, Gojo Satoru looked at him for a while, and his tone was still as relaxed as before: "Don't you want to? That's okay, you can talk to me anytime you want~"

Still feeling uncomfortable and out of breath.

Sasuke felt like he was split in half, with one half reliving the pain of losing "someone important" and the other half still trying to think "Can I trust him".

Sure enough...

He grabbed the other's hand covering the back of his hand and moved it away a little.

Gojo Satoru's fingers tightened slightly, then quickly let go, hanging down on his palm obediently and powerlessly.

Who wouldn't want someone to really understand themselves?Even if it's just the most obvious and simple kind.So only tonight, right here, let him indulge a little bit.

Sasuke thought, it's time to show kindness.

Walk out of this door and stop it all.

He turned his right hand over and grasped the opponent's wrist with the palm facing up.

The wrist tightened, and someone gently pulled it over and pressed it between the eyebrows.

Under the snow-white hair, the breath that was controlled by hard work fluttered on the table.

It seemed like only a few seconds, and it seemed like a long time later, Gojo Satoru grabbed Sasuke's hand and put it down. When he raised his head, his eyes were sparkling and wet, like sparkling lake water.

"So gentle, Sasuke."

So gentle that he wanted to snatch it away and hide it, so that no one else could see it.Gojo Satoru thought, but Sasuke knew he would be angry.It's better not to know.

Then he looked at Sasuke and smiled quietly.

For some reason, this smile made Sasuke a little vigilant, and even had his hair stand on end for a moment.But this feeling was fleeting, and even the huge suffocation just now disappeared.

After he told this to Gojo Satoru, the other party looked a little surprised.

"Could this be the legendary 'Master's Privileges'?" He pondered for a while, and then came up with a bold idea.

Sasuke felt that he was a fool for being soft-hearted just now.

"Let go." He tried to pull his hand away.Anyway, you can feel the emotions of both parties without touching. Is it necessary to grab his wrist?

"Even I won't let go." Gojo Satoru gripped a little tighter, and turned his hand over to put his hand on the bottom, grabbing Sasuke's wrist from bottom to top, "Absolutely not loose. "He said in a tone comparable to a child asking for a toy in front of his parents.

Sasuke was sure he had never said that to Itachi before.Not before the age of three, and even less after the age of three.

From the other end of the bondage came the other party's not so bright, but seemingly relaxed emotions.

"...Up to you." Sasuke changed his left hand to hold the chopsticks, and took the food to his mouth.

Haven't figured out how this works yet, still need to try a few more times.

He still didn't let go of his hand in the end.

The shopkeeper took away the plates and served them desserts—Gojo Satoru ordered all the desserts on the menu, and they would never serve them without clearing the table.

In order for someone to find them, Sasuke is forced to undo the illusion for a brief moment while holding hands with Gojo Satoru - actually just holding hands.

The waiter's expression looked very calm, probably thinking that they had drunk too much and had seen too many things people would do after drinking.For example, now, the two uncles behind Sasuke are hugging each other while weeping. One cries that his daughter is too violent, and the other says that his boss is completely Spartan.

It was already late at night, and there were not fewer people in the store, but more and more as time went by.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his brows and blinked a few times.

"What's the matter?" Sasuke asked, maybe the alcohol concentration in the air was too high, and he relaxed a lot now.

The white-haired young man carefully picked up a matcha Daifuku and took a bite, with a little green matcha powder on the corner of his mouth, his eyes drooping, looking a little pitiful. "There are too many people, and the eyes are a little tired."

Sasuke remembered that he had knocked his sunglasses off, so he hadn't blocked his eyes until now.

"...Let's go?" he asked.I don't know why I resist this idea.

Walking out of this izakaya, they will return to the previous distance.He was going to be a human again.

"No," Gojo Satoru dragged another dessert in front of him, "I'm going to eat it here. Is there really no such illusion? Maybe it's useful!" He stared at Sasuke persistently.

Sasuke held the cup with one hand, and rested the other loosely on the other's wrist, subconsciously looking at his face.

Those eyes were still blue, but it seemed that he could no longer mistake them for someone else.

His eyes turned red for a moment.

Gojo Satoru looked around curiously, and found himself surrounded by a translucent hood. Although he could feel what was happening outside, most of the information was missing.

……

"I also had a friend named Uzumaki Naruto." Sasuke hesitated for a while and said. "...Don't feel my emotions." He added immediately.

The man with short white hair let out a questioning snort through his nose, his eyes still staring around, waiting for Sasuke to speak further.This kind of indifferent performance made him feel a lot easier.

He thought for a while how to describe the story of himself and Naruto, and finally gave up.

"I wanted to kill him, and I came here after I failed."

"...There are a lot of plots missing in the middle—" Gojo Satoru protested dissatisfiedly, "How can you have a story that only talks about the beginning and the end! And it's like this world is a place of exile!"

"It makes no difference to me," Sasuke replied.

The white-haired man tugged his forearm unhappily, "Is there no Nitro No. [-]?"

"Sakura...is different," he thought for a while, "Although she is also a medical ninja, she can overturn the entire training ground with one punch."

Gojo Satoru imagined the scene for a moment: "Wow," he sighed, "It's not easy to survive."

"Probably," Sasuke said, "I've been a defector for many years."

The person opposite laughed, "I told you, I won't let go."