The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

The elevator went up a few floors and stopped.

Oncology.

There were very few people sitting in the hall, and the corridor was quieter compared to the sixth floor.The people sitting in the nurse's station saw Gojo Satoru pushing the wheelchair and walking inside without hesitation, so they didn't stop them from asking if they needed anything.

"Oncology, the most desperate department in the hospital, is also the department where curses are most common." The white-haired man said softly.

"Wait a minute," he knelt down in front of Sasuke, and took off the blindfold from the boy's eyes.

Sasuke wanted to open his eyes, but the man gently covered his eyelids with his hands, "The light is too bright, don't worry."

Something still warm fell on the bridge of his nose.

"If you don't want to show your eyes, you can wear my sunglasses." Wujo Satoru said, already put on the blindfold, and his silver hair stood up like he had seen before.

Sasuke adjusted his glasses, and opened his eyes uncomfortably.

His reincarnation eye cannot be used temporarily due to excessive consumption, and the changed form cannot be recovered, so he wanted to find something to cover it.

But for Gojo Satoru, who also has pupil skills, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether he can block it or not.

Gojo Satoru pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly, Sasuke turned his head to look at the ward they passed by, almost all the people inside were haggard, with numb expressions sunken in the bed.

He didn't have any idea about oncology, and he had never heard of anyone suffering from this disease, but as soon as he reached this floor, he could vaguely see something wandering in the ward.

With the pale light overhead, the doctors and nurses wore formatted smiles in the ward, and the expressions on their faces became tired and numb after leaving the room.

"Is it terminally ill?"

"The area we are in is almost terminally ill, and although there are benign cases, many benign cases do not survive in the end.

"Twenty to three percent of these people died because of extreme pain and despair.

"Fear, sadness, hatred, hatred... The negative emotions overflowing from human beings come together to form a curse."

Gojo Satoru looked down at the top of the boy's hair, "Can you see those curses now?"

Sasuke narrowed his eyes through the lens, "No, I can only vaguely see some dark shadows. If you open your eyes, you should be able to see it."

His chakra was also slow to recover, but now it was enough to support his eyes for a while.

Open your eyes?It seems that he is very used to this ability, Gojo Wu thought, so can't he control his left eye?

"Give it a try. A first-level curse has just been exorcised here recently, and now they are all newborn little curses, which will not be affected by you."

No matter how many times you look at it, the moment you open your eyes, the changes in this young man are amazing.

Gojo Satoru licked the roots of his teeth, feeling excited again.

This time, Sasuke completely saw those so-called "curses".

Whether it is appearance or action, it gives people a feeling similar to "a rag that has become strangely shaped after being soaked in vomit and dried."

I can't tell where the head is and where the limbs are. These "creatures" seem to have been accidentally dropped on the ground when they were born, picked them up again, squeezed them, put them together casually, and released them.

The breath is weak as hell, but it's really disgusting.

Sasuke felt nauseated at the thought of his own eyes being treated as such things just now.

"...don't confuse my eyes with that kind of thing," he said through gritted teeth.

"But it really does look alike~" Gojo Satoru said, "And negative emotions, how can it be so good-looking?"

"Isn't your job to exorcise curses?" A curse lying on the ceiling seemed to notice Sasuke, climbed a few steps towards him, and then jumped off.

Sasuke made a seal subconsciously, and the blue arc danced on his fingertips, but disappeared almost immediately.

Damn, Chakra still hasn't recovered!

Gojo Satoru looked down at the young man's hand, "Don't be so nervous, Sasuke-kun, I have always been a good conjurer who loves and works hard." So there is no need for you to worry about your safety.

His other hand has blocked Sasuke's head at some point, and the curse that was thrown at Sasuke is now staying in midair in a distorted posture, as if it was pinched by Gojo Satoru's hand through a layer of air Live the same.

"Okay, there are too many people now, I can't make any big disturbances," Gojo Satoru muttered, as if he had been wronged greatly, "Just die quietly."

His palm tightened slightly, and even the air between the palm and the curse was slightly twisted, and then the curse disappeared silently from Sasuke's sight.

"Okay, little Sasuke, close your eyes, and leave the rest of the curse to others." Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, trying to hold the wheelchair again.

"How did you do it?" Sasuke was refusing Gojo Satoru to approach with his whole body, he retracted Sharingan, and immediately felt dizzy.

"Oh." Gojo Satoru deliberately supported him with the hand just now, "My hands are very clean. As for other things, we can go back and talk slowly."

"You..." Sasuke wanted to cut off and burn the clothes that Gojo Satoru had just touched. He was used to dust and blood, but it didn't mean he could bear this disgusting creature.

He closed his eyes. On the one hand, he was out of sight and out of mind. On the other hand, what happened just now almost consumed the chakra he had saved so hard, and now he felt a little tired.

Are you tired again?Sure enough, the injury was still too serious, and it felt that the magic power in the body almost disappeared as soon as the eyes changed back.

Gojo Satoru pushed the wheelchair into the elevator, thinking endlessly.

Sure enough, it is still not durable enough, and I don't know how powerful the child will be after he fully recovers.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Several children were chatting outside, but when they saw someone in the elevator, they consciously lowered their voices and walked in.

"Ah, it's the uncle from before!" Sasuke raised his eyes and glanced at the little boy in the blue suit jacket, and recognized that it was the voice outside the ward.

"Is he a masked Superman? Why is he still wearing a blindfold?"

"I don't know, can you really see the road like this?"

"But Ayumi thinks they are all so handsome!"

A few elementary school students crowded into another corner of the elevator, whispering in what they thought was a very low voice.

"Meet you again, kid~" Gojo Satoru extended his hand to greet him.

"This kid caused you trouble before, I'm really sorry." The long-haired female high school student said apologetically, stroking the little boy's hair.

"I'm just a little curious. My elder brother was obviously going to be discharged from the hospital. Why did my uncle take him upstairs again?"

"It doesn't matter," Gojo Satoru supported his knees and lowered his figure, "Because I want to take this big brother to exorcise the curse~"

"..." Edogawa Conan didn't know what expression to show when faced with such an unreasonable answer.

You have to find a reasonable excuse to fool children!

Although he didn't like this, the other children were obviously curious about what was going on, so they immediately exclaimed and gathered around the wheelchair.

Sasuke frowned uncomfortably. After waking up, he didn't really relax for a moment. Now that there are so many people crowded in the small space, it made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Fortunately, the elevator stopped soon.

Gojo Satoru, facing the probing gaze of the little boy behind him, pushed the wheelchair out of the elevator in the inpatient building and stopped in front of the lobby door.

"What?" Sasuke was looking at the "carriage" with wheels outside the door. He guessed that this should be the means of transportation in this world.But the person behind him suddenly locked the wheelchair, then went around and squatted down in front of him.

"You want to..." What are you doing...

Before he fell asleep, a surge of anger surged in his heart.

again and again……

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to catch the boy who had fallen due to a coma, wrapped his left hand around the opponent's back, put his right hand under the boy's knee, and stood up easily.

"Yidizhi, come and help me put away the wheelchair." He tilted his head and motioned.

"Senior, you can't park in front of the hospital building," Yidizhi trotted over, wiping his sweat. He just drove the car over when he saw someone's willful behavior inside the glass door, and he was forced to leave the car there in violation of the hospital's regulations. People carry bags.

"It's okay, it only takes two or three minutes anyway," Gojo Satoru walked through the sensor door and walked to the car door, "Are the seats adjusted? Open the door for me."

Yidizhi was trying to fold the wheelchair, and immediately turned around and walked over upon hearing this.

"It has been adjusted." He opened the door of the back seat, and then turned back to study the wheelchair.

Gojo Satoru bent down and put the person in, carefully positioned his hands and feet, and even took a neck pillow to cushion the person under his neck.

"Yidichi, haven't you put it away~ It's too slow~"

"immediately!"

On the way back to school, Yi Dizhi looked in the rearview mirror at the two people sitting behind.

The familiar Gojo Satoru rested his elbows on the bulge of the car window, resting his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

The seat on the other side of the back seat of the car was placed at the bottom, and the boy lying on it still had Wujou's sunglasses on his face, and besides the scarf he had taken earlier, he had an extra coat on his body.

Yi Dizhi hesitated and said, "...Well, Mr. Gojo, this child...is the student you fancy?"

Suffering such a serious injury, Miss Nitro did not treat him, and he has not heard of any people being involved in the missions he has handled recently... It was not mentioned in the report... Just now when he was discharged from the hospital, his name was randomly chosen ...I can't figure it out at all...

"It's not confirmed yet," Wujo Satoru said lightly, and when there was no smile on his mouth through a layer of blindfold, the aggressive aura on his body was particularly obvious.

"He may not be willing to let me be his teacher. Anyway, adults still have to respect the wishes of children, don't they?"

The white-haired young man turned his head sideways, his covered eyes seemed to be able to see through all obstacles and see the person on the other side clearly.

Right away, we'll figure out what's going on, Sasuke Uchiha.

The author has something to say: Some comments asked about Sasuke's combat power. Let me briefly explain:

Sasuke's combat power will not be reduced!The current weakness is due to a fight with Naruto and the new environment is not acclimatized. The two people in Hokage 698 actually woke up and passed out all night. After more than ten hours, they sat up under Sakura's treatment.Everyone imagine the burden on the body caused by the ultra-long-distance travel in that state, and it would be good if he didn't die.It takes a certain amount of time to recover, and you need to find a way to adapt to the new environment. I am used to finding a reasonable explanation for everything. If I don’t want to understand, I can’t write it down...I promise that it will be fine soon!

Some notes and settings:

[-]% to [-]% of death cases are greatly affected by psychological factors: the data comes from popular science articles on the Internet and does not represent professional opinions.

Private setting: The curse of oncology is the most common.The conjurer cooperates with the government and large private hospitals, and regularly exorcises the curse to prevent the formation of advanced curses.

Naruto World's wonderful technology tree has made me scratch my head.