The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

After the New Year's holiday, the college became popular again, and students and faculty returned to their posts, and even the backlog of tasks with a few days of vacation was exhausted.Of course, the task is never finished.

Sasuke didn't share Gojo Satoru's tasks as much as before-Gojo Satoru used mana power to fill the vacancy of his chakra on Christmas Eve, so he still has a lot of mana power in his body now.He wanted to study it, and try to see if he could use mana alone like chakra.

In addition, we must continue to make up lessons, including learning English from scratch.

He refuses to admit that he did that to avoid Gojo Satoru.

The task load in the last semester of the first grade is also much larger, but so far, only Goujuanji can perform the task alone, and the other three need to be accompanied by senior magicians, sometimes Goujuan and sometimes second-year students.

But there are almost no five enlightenment.

After all, it would be a waste to ask a super-level student to exorcise low-level curse spirits every day. Yi Guyoutai lost Li Xiang, and the association no longer pays attention to him. Let Wujo Wu take action to exorcise a few more curse spirits by himself is what they want to see .

It's just a pain for Yi Dizhi.

Uchiha-kun... when can you replace Gojo-san.

Yidizhi Jiegao had a mournful face, and his hands were still firmly on the steering wheel.

"Don't even think about it, Yizhi." Gojo Satoru said from the back seat of the car, "You are so reliable, how could I let you go? Of course, we must continue to cooperate happily."

Threatened again.

He just accidentally said "Uchiha-kun seems to have a very good relationship with Mr. Qihai recently", and was directed by the senior who was two levels older to run around and buy all kinds of sweets. When he came back , the other party didn't even release the account and blasted the curse spirit into scum.

It also shattered two floors by the way.

It can be predicted that in the next week, he will be crazy about the aftermath of his words.

Gojo Satoru held puffs in his arms and wandered around the classroom. Several first-year students held a large tome each, chanting words with pain and hatred on their faces.

Oh, it's "Common Types of Spells and Countermeasures" that he also memorized in school. It's an old-fashioned textbook. It hasn't released a new edition for so many years. Every year, students have to pay for it, and they can't take it outside.

It can't be more pitiful.

He walked around the school a lot, ate up all the puff sticks in the bag, and finally returned to the office.

Sasuke was waiting for him inside.

And his psychic beast, the little snake with pure white body and red eyes.

The white snake has only been born for less than two months, but its size has grown very rapidly.When he was born, he was only a little thicker than chopsticks, but now he is not much thinner than his wrist, and his body length has also grown a lot.

However, it can't speak yet, and what it does is a little ignorant. Sasuke now doesn't know what other abilities it has except that it is very poisonous.

"What did you call me here for?" The black-haired boy crossed his arms and sat on Gojo Satoru's office chair that looked a bit out of place with the whole room, looking more like the owner of the place than himself.

"It's not a big deal," Gojo Satoru put his hands on the table, trying to get the little white snake that was trying to stuff his own penis into his teacup to climb into his palm, "but I need you to go to Kyoto with me."

White Snake hesitantly spat out the Snake Letter, and finally crawled back to Sasuke.

Finally, I have a little more IQ, and I know who is the one who wrote the name on the psychic scroll.

"Something happened to the association?" Sasuke stretched his hand a little towards the table, and White Snake stood up and slid from the table to his palm, slid into the cuff along the forearm, and soon even the tip of the tail disappeared into the cuff.

Gojo Satoru's attention seemed to be still on White Snake, and his gaze stayed on Sasuke's wrist.

"Bingo~" Hearing his question, the other party raised his head and snapped his fingers, "Do you still remember the assistant supervisor in Nara?"

Sasuke nodded.He remembered the young man in a suit and glasses, but he couldn't remember his name at all.

"His backer in the association, the elder of the Qingshui family, died. The association invited us to go over to express condolences, and hoped that I could help catch the murderer." Gojo Satoru said meaningfully.

"Boring." Sasuke said. "They said they would help me solve my troubles, but in the end, so many unsightly people came to my door every day."

Just say that you suspect that he killed the elder who doesn't know if it's an old man or an old woman, and let him go to express his condolences here with a high-sounding sound.

"Well, after all, you also said that they don't have eyes, so I can't help it." Gojo Satoru said in distress, "That's why I wanted you to reform with me."

He didn't tell Sasuke that when something like this happened, some people in the association directly believed that Sasuke, who had the right to act independently, had killed someone, and wanted to sentence him to death, but he was blocked by himself—not just because they were afraid of Sasuke, More importantly, because he belongs to the power of Gojo Satoru.

It will not be influenced by the outside world, will not be coerced and lured, has its own will, but obeys the power of another faction.

Hearing his words, Sasuke remembered that day in the old mansion in Gojo, Kyoto, the young man with short white hair was casually wearing a dark blue yukata, holding chopsticks in his hand, and his sitting posture was crooked, looking completely out of shape.But those blue eyes, which were originally as empty as the sky, looked astonishingly bright like burning blue flames.

"I said," Sasuke got up from the chair and walked to the other side, and walked out of the room with him, "You are too conservative."

There are not many conjurers in total.Compared with the [-] ninja coalition (the total number of ninjas must be doubled at least), the number of conjurers in the world is less than a fraction of the number of ninjas, and these people can be divided into two categories-Gojo Satoru and others people.

At least from the information he possessed, the opponent's strength is broken, and there is no need to be so cautious.

"Those diehards, just fight until they are convinced. If they are not convinced, they will be killed," he said casually. "It's weak anyway."

"Sasuke, I'm an ordinary teacher who keeps his own way—" Gojo Satoru walked briskly beside him, "Teaching and educating talents is my lifelong pursuit!" His tone was so solemn.

"Besides, it's not enough for me to be strong alone." Sasuke was stunned for a moment, but Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice, and continued, "That's why we need to find reliable companions. If there are not enough people, we can only cultivate them ourselves."

"Too slow," Sasuke said.

"I just need to boil the frog in warm water. I'm still young anyway." The young man with short white hair laughed, "Only in this way can we fundamentally change this place. I can't see this day, but my ideal will come true one day. Want to play together?" He casually invited.

"……it is good."

Gojo Satoru was stunned.He just said casually, but he didn't expect to receive a positive reply.

"Really?" he asked.

"real."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru asked again.

"Fake." Sasuke replied angrily.

"Don't," Gojo Satoru put his shoulders on the opponent's shoulder with a smile, "I'll just treat you as a member of the gang."

They went back and sorted out the things they needed to bring—Sasuke’s sword couldn’t be put into the scroll, so he had to carry it on his back, but then he had to take it off every time he sat down. convenient.

He is seriously considering using Shimenawa as a belt to fix the scabbard as before. Orochimaru's clothes are actually quite convenient, as it does not affect his activities and can hold a lot of things.

It takes about two and a half hours to get to Kyoto by Shinkansen. It was already evening when they got off the train, and it was completely dark when they arrived at Gojo's house.

Just like last time, the middle-aged woman who was dressed in color and without land stood in front of the gate of Wujo Mansion and welcomed them in.

"Welcome back, Lord Patriarch."

"Good evening, Riko." Gojo Satoru greeted casually, "Do you have yokan?"

"Tonight's dessert is chestnut yokan." Lizi said, "Also, the Great Elder knows that you are back, so he asked you to go directly to see him."

"Why, he's not dead yet?" They turned a corner and walked the same way as last time.It's just that this time, there is already a little moss in the courtyard. Maybe it won't take a few days for the dark brown part to disappear completely.

"My lord, please be careful."

Gojo Satoru cut it softly, but did not continue.

Of course he didn't go to the great elder either.

Sasuke's room was next to Gojo Satoru's as last time, in the depths of the Gojo Mansion.Opening the paper door reveals a well-arranged dry landscape.There are a few short screens in the room, and replacement clothes are prepared in the closet. The only difference from before is that the incense burner in the room has disappeared.

"Who else is so caring except me, Sasuke?"

Gojo Satoru swallowed a large piece of yokan in one gulp, held his chin and blew a kiss to Sasuke.

After dinner, they went to the tea room again. Lizi prepared snacks and tea, but they didn't stay. After boiling water for them, they left silently.

Sasuke poured himself a cup of tea.

Gojo Satoru himself is absolutely proficient in tea ceremony - after all, he grew up in such a family, and Sasuke learned it on purpose, so that he would not be caught by people in such a place when he pretended to be a nobleman and lurked.

"Are you moved? Do you want to throw yourself into my arms?" The piece of yokan just now seemed to melt instantly in Gojo Satoru's mouth, and it didn't affect his ensuing chatter at all.

While talking, Gojo Satoru opened his arms, waiting for Sasuke with a confident look.

Doesn't this person need to chew?

Sasuke's eyes paused on the other's lips, and he didn't respond to his gesture.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand graciously, happily forked up an unknown number of pieces of yokan and put them into his mouth.

Sasuke was so tired that he drank his second cup of tea.

Even if he is a Uchiha, and his elder brother is a big sugar consumer of the Uchiha clan, he still feels that this person's demand for sugar has reached the point of madness.

After Gojo Satoru finished eating all the yokan, he stretched his long legs contentedly, and lay back on the tatami.Except for the conspicuous white head, his whole body was submerged in the navy blue high school uniform, rolling around on the ground with a long strip.

Sasuke waited patiently for him to finish eating the yokan. He thought that the other party had something to say, but he didn't expect to see Wujo Satoru roll, roll, roll, roll to the other side of the room.

……

Sasuke felt that he might have been too tempered recently.

The last time he beat Gojo Satoru was before the new year, and now he hasn't done it for more than a month, no wonder his hands are a little itchy now.

"You don't have to go tomorrow, just wait here for my return." Wujo Satoru said suddenly, his hair was stuck to the tatami due to static electricity, looking like a mass of exploded silk threads.

Sasuke gave him a sideways glance, a little wanting to pour the hot water from the teapot on the other person's head: "If you said it a few hours earlier, you're not that bad."

Now start to behave in front of him.

Gojo Satoru lay on the ground and said with a smile: "But you will definitely accompany me, Sasuke?"