The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Gojo Satoru was dreaming again.

When he woke up, there were still a few stars hanging in the sky, and the yard was quiet, not even birdsong, all of which were blocked out by the barrier of the Wutiao family.

He's been dreaming a lot lately.I used to dream about college time from time to time, but yesterday I dreamed about my own childhood.

He was born with six eyes, but he was not born with the ability to control the six eyes, nor was he born with the ability to use unlimited.

So in his childhood, he lived in a noisy environment almost every day.

Knowing nothing, yet knowing everything.

He guessed that he was the most difficult child ever to bring up. Every day, he had a headache because of a lot of information, was unresponsive, and had a bad temper. He was either crying or on the way to make people around him cry.

——and the more he cried, the more uncomfortable he became, because the sound was another kind of information and another burden for him.

Until he awakened the Unlimited Art, he basically lived in the most closely guarded courtyard of the Wutiao family. Except for his mother, he saw a few servants who were not weak every day. Every time he went out, he was like a prison release (this The words were learned by him watching TV dramas later).

After all, there are people everywhere who want his eyes, and it is obviously the most cost-effective to start while the six eyes have not grown up.

He managed to get out of the barrier that day, but in the evening he was sent back covered in blood.

Only he lasted until the others arrived.Because he has six eyes, because he learned no lower limit at that time.

When his mother stood in front of him.

But he was too young at the time, and he could only barely block himself, and he couldn't extend the limitless to others even if he tried his best.

Gojo Satoru has heard people say how powerful the Six Eyes are and how limitless his future is since he was a child, but he doesn't care at all.

How old can a child of three or four years old be, no matter how precocious they are?

He doesn't want his own eyes, he just wants to close his eyes so that he can't feel or see anything, so that he can play hide-and-seek with other people without knowing that other people are quietly avoiding him behind his back .

It was from that day that Gojo Satoru really wanted to be the strongest.He naively thought that as long as he was strong enough, he could do whatever he wanted, kill whoever he wanted, and protect whomever he wanted to protect.

But after more than ten years, the reality told him that he still failed.The strongest is useless.

Gojo Satoru remembered the face of the curser who rushed in front of him. There were several people who attacked that day, but only the other party managed to sneak into the barrier and almost killed him.

Even after more than 20 years, he still recognized it at a glance.

Not particularly excited, maybe because he has already passed the age of passion, but he will be a little excited.

It's like when I wanted to do something when I was a child, but when I grow up, I can do it one day. The excitement is the excitement, and the mood must be different from that time.

At night he had a dream.

In the dream, it was the slightly blurred smiling face of the brunette woman, and the huge plum tree in the yard.

When he was under the tree, my mother would kneel and sit in the corridor and watch him.She is not a powerful magician, and she can even be said to be a little weak because of giving birth to him, but she should be considered a good mother, but he can't remember clearly.

He has always wondered how the curser managed not to disturb the barrier, and how he escaped when other magicians arrived.But this incident passed quickly, and a group of magicians quickly changed around him, and his life continued without any waves.

Just changed a group of people and added a few courses.More than 20 years have passed in a flash.

Gojo Satoru was standing under the plum tree in the yard, the branches were already covered with pale pink buds, and it was estimated that in a few days, it would be halfway through the month of Mu.

It is estimated that he will not be able to see it this year. After all, he still has to teach students. This time he is on a business trip to Kyoto, and he will have to make up for the class when he returns.

The lesson plans were not written either.

Why is he, an unlicensed teacher, still submitting lesson plans...

There was a slight knock on the paper door.Gojo Satoru turned his head and saw the black-haired boy standing in the corridor looking at him, wearing a dark gray kimono, with elegant and classic features, like a plum blossom.

There was no expression on the boy's face, but his eyes looked gentle and serene, falling lightly like feathers on his shoulders in which he was only wearing a single shirt. "Don't you think it's cold?"

"Sasuke," he laughed unconsciously, feeling that a corner of his heart had been gently bumped and softened. "Today I am the morning champion~"

-

Sasuke grabbed Ota Ryuji's hair, forcing him to look up.

Gouyu in Sharingan turned around, and the expression of the person on the chair immediately became dull.

He can also directly hypnotize the other party and let him explain what is going on, but the description in words is not as intuitive as memory.

The human brain is like a precision instrument, all useful and useless things will be stored.Although sometimes you may not be able to remember something, but the memory will not disappear, and every minute and every second of life will be stored in the brain, but few people can freely mobilize them.

The secret technique of the Yamanaka Clan is fine, and so is Uchiha's eyes—it's just that he doesn't like to use this ability very much, and normal hypnosis is enough.

He entered the other party's spiritual world and began to browse the other party's memory from the back to the front.

It's like watching a movie that No.1 says is played at a hundred times speed.Concentration is required all the time, pausing at key places to switch to low-speed playback mode, very detailed, but also exhausting.

[Go to this address tomorrow morning and kill Shingo Shimizu.Just do as I said before. ] The phone vibrated, and a new message popped up on the interface.

It explained in detail where to go, where to stop, what method to use to enter the barrier, how to kill the opponent, and how to cover up the traces.

Pointing his finger on the screen, he quickly replied to the message.

——You haven’t contacted me for a long time.It's not easy for Shimizu's family to get involved.

[It's not from the Shimizu family, so it won't go wrong if you follow what I say.Take tent spikes and your weasel, as before, and I'll mop you up. ]

Then in the early morning, a shikigami was summoned and took him to the balcony on the second floor.

Someone opened the window.His field of vision shook violently, and it seemed that Ota Ryuji was also surprised.

Shimizu Shingo put on a warm wool hat and pajamas, and put him into the room calmly.

"Is everything ready?"

"You...what's going on?" Ota Ryuji's voice hesitated.

"...I'm the one who helps you all the time." Shingo Shimizu said, walked to the bed and lifted the quilt, and sat on it slowly. "Don't worry about the mopping up. I told others not to disturb me tomorrow. Remember to remove the tent later and draw a barrier on the door, so that the smell of blood can't spread out, and the filth will dissipate soon. The scapegoat is also Get ready, they can't find you."

"Why did you let me kill you?"

"I was dying, but I wanted to use my death to do something in the end, but you don't need to know the details." Shingo Shimizu leaned against the bedside, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "What happened between us?" Afterwards, the transaction will be taken over by others and continue."

"What if I don't kill?" the Curser asked.

"I will die too. But before I die, do you think you can escape without disturbing others? Now my grandson is downstairs, and I have a lot of things you have done in my hands." The old man Laughed, "Especially the young master of the Wutiao family, no, the owner of the family should be very happy to know that you have appeared."

"You...!" Ota Ryuji's voice was a little outraged, but he quickly calmed down, "What if Gojo Satoru finds me?"

"That can't be helped, just say that I asked you to do it." Shimizu Shingo said slowly, "He can't kill you. After entering the association, someone will take you out. Don't worry, I have arranged everything."

The old man adjusted his posture and looked up.

"Agree?"

"...Okay." Ota Ryuji gritted his teeth and said.

"Set up the barrier, I'll tell you exactly how to do it." Shingo Shimizu closed his eyes, and his breath became weak.

Ota Ryuji looked away.He set up the enchantment himself, and Shikigami stayed behind. According to Shimizu Shingo's request, he cut him into several sections with a very thin wind blade, covered the traces left by the wind blade with a samurai sword, and hollowed out After removing all internal organs, he left in a hurry.

Sasuke turned forward.

Ota Ryuji and Shimizu Shingo have been in touch for a long time.Although he doesn't know who his big client is, but the other party has made a lot of money and has given him a lot of attention over the years. Not only does he have connections in the magic world, but he also seems to have a lot of power among ordinary people.This allowed him to live fairly well among the Curse Masters.

After a while, Sasuke saw Gojo Satoru.

He first saw how Ota Ryuji escaped the Gojo family several times under the command of Shimizu Shingo, then hesitated, and continued to see the day when he did it.

Gojo Satoru looked only three or four years old, wearing a kimono, holding the hand of a black-haired woman next to him.

When Ota Ryuji rushed over, Sasuke saw Gojo Satoru's eyes.It is full of unwillingness and anger, and perhaps the fear of facing death.

It's not the same as he was back then, Sasuke thought.At that time, he was even more confused.

Then the other party was blocked by the woman beside him.Blood splashed into Ota Ryuji's eyes, and his vision became blurred.

He turned the day over.

-

Gojo Satoru looked at the black-haired boy opposite.

The other party had been in this position for a while, with his head bowed, his eyelashes covering his pure black eyes, he seemed a little absent-minded, and his breathing was light and slow.

It was as if his guard had been completely let down in front of him.

But Wujo Satoru knew that as long as there was any disturbance in the outside world, the opponent would immediately wake up and enter the fighting state.

Take your time, he said to himself, you can catch him.

He smiled at the boy who opened his eyes: "Did you find anything?"

It was the first time that Sasuke had flipped through a person's memory so thoroughly, and he still hadn't fully reacted to it.

The grown-up white-haired youth on the opposite side overlapped with the child in his memory who was not very good at unlimited skills, which made him a little dazed.

"...It was indeed Shingo Shimizu all along," he said. "What happened back then... was also him. Ota Ryuji had a shikigami that could release hallucinogenic mist, and Shimizu Shingo lent him a magic tool called Tiandian Lantern, and helped him get into the enchantment. Now in the association There are people who can help him."

Ota Ryuji tilted his head back, slumped on the chair motionless, blood was still slowly oozing from the cuts in his arms.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while.

"The Qingshui family has such a spell." He put his hands on his knees and rested his forehead on them. "If he himself helped, it wouldn't be surprising."

He didn't say whether it's not surprising whether it happened this time or that happened more than 20 years ago.

"Forget it, I'll ask someone to come up," he stretched again, and resumed his usual look, "Let them think about the future."

"Do you want him to change his words?" Sasuke asked suddenly.

Gojo Satoru raised his head, with a smile on his face again: "Are you going to show me new abilities again, Sasuke?"

"As long as there are no masters who play with memory in the association, the problem should not be discovered." He said.

"Then I'm really touched," Gojo Satoru said lazily, "Let him forget that Shimizu Shingo is the one who instructed him, and we'll check the rest."