The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Not long after Sasuke entered the room, the hotel waiter rang the doorbell.

"Hello, guest, these are the clothes you called to ask us to prepare." The waiter held several boxes in his hand and said respectfully to Sasuke, "Do you need me to hang them up for you?"

Sasuke saw the sign above.

It is the brand that Gojo Satoru often wears.

Probably the other party didn't expect to live here today, so they asked someone to buy it temporarily.

He refused the waiter's offer, took the box back and opened it himself.

Gojo Satoru obviously knew Sasuke's size very well. In the top two boxes were a set of simple shirts and trousers, and a loose and soft plain pajamas.

Although Sasuke doesn't care about wearing the current clothes to deal with it-he doesn't have the problem of Japanese people in this world who don't change their clothes for a day and die or live. Now that the clothes are taken off and sent to the laundry room, they can probably be put on tomorrow , Wujo Satoru still made him feel good by doing so.

Then he opened another box and found several clothes in Gojo Satoru's size.

He hung the clothes in the closet casually, feeling ominous in his heart.

-

01:30am.

Da da.Da da.

The drunk man on the side of the road turned over and rolled off the bench, slamming heavily on the floor tiles, screaming in pain and opening his eyelids.

"it hurts……?"

Is there someone standing on it?

The drunk man rubbed his eyes, feeling that his eyes were painfully pierced by the street lamps, and tears flowed out unconsciously, covering the entire eye sockets, leaving a grotesque vignette on the retina.

He held his head for a while, thinking that he might have misread it.

——He hasn't drunk much yet, so of course he knows that people can't stand in the air.

When I opened my eyes to look again, there was nothing there.Only the curtains behind the glass seemed to be shaking slightly.

He said he didn't drink too much!

Sasuke was behind the curtain, staring at Gojo Satoru with a gloomy expression, his entire face was submerged in shadow.

——Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke...

Five minutes ago, he was woken up like this.

with bondage.

Gojo Satoru was like a woodpecker, knocking on the glass with his fingertips outside, shouting loudly in the bondage, repeating his name frantically, feeling that Sasuke was in a bad mood after being woken up, and began to repeat "so sleepy, okay Tired, sleepy, tired."

There is a big meaning that Sasuke will not stop until he opens the window.

Sasuke didn't think he was tired at all. Judging by his posture, it wouldn't be a big problem for Gojo Satoru to talk about it for another day and night.

The tall man's snow-white hair reflected bright light in the moonlight—there was a little gap in the curtain, and he just stood in front of the gap and pulled off the blindfold—and the blue eyes behind the light were like some kind of cat. It's round and bright like a family animal, with a bit of a sly look.

Then he stretched greatly, took off his coat naturally and walked to the bathroom, and turned on the night light, pushing Sasuke to the bed.

"Go and lie down, aren't you sleepy?" Wujo Satoru yawned as he spoke, looking exhausted, "I'm so sleepy."

Sasuke stiffened his fist.

Gojo Satoru can still stand here only because he hasn't opened Sharingan yet.

"Don't look at me like that," Gojo Satoru noticed Sasuke's gaze, turned his head and winked at him, "I didn't expect those old men in the association to be so talkative."

In fact, it didn't speak very well.

Elderly people are more or less lacking in energy. They are woken up by him from sleep at night, and they sound less awake than usual.But Gojo Satoru didn't intend to spend time with them.

He has other plans.

The white-haired man turned around with a smile and pushed Sasuke to the edge of the bed to sit down, hummed a little tune and went to the bathroom, and then quickly ran out covered in moisture.

It's true that the two-faced Su Nuo has been suppressed now, but he still has to wait for Yuzu Yuren to wake up to confirm the other party's reaction, and consider how to arrange this kid next.

The association will probably continue to oppose him as always.

But his good mood was still not affected.

Sasuke's waking up irritability, no, he just fell asleep for a few hours, and the waking up irritability that doesn't count as getting up at all hasn't subsided, and he's still sitting on the edge of the bed with an unhappy expression on his face.

"What does the association say?" He looked at Gojo Satoru vigilantly, as if what was dripping from his hair was not drops of water, but some kind of strong acid that could instantly corrode the carpet into tiny holes.

Gojo Satoru's white hair almost merged with the white towel.

He took two steps, stepped hard, cheered, and threw himself on the bed under Sasuke's almost messy gaze.

An adult male of 1.9 meters, who has been exercising all the year round, has an extremely low body fat percentage, and even dropped it from the sky by diving.

There was a dull slamming sound from the mattress, and Sasuke suspected he heard the creaking sound of the bed board being overwhelmed, and even felt that he was briefly bounced into the air.

"Lie down," Gojo Satoru turned over and tugged at the sleeve of Sasuke's pajamas. "The association has promised an indefinite probation."

Sasuke stood up quickly.

"Shouldn't you monitor Knotabagi Yujin?" He stuffed himself into the sofa next to him, thinking about sleeping like this today.

The bed in the room is big enough to sleep two people perfectly.Even if one of the two people is taller than 1.9 meters, there is no problem.

But that doesn't mean Sasuke is willing to do it.

Sleeping in a room and sleeping in a bed are two completely different things.He can completely accept being in the same room with Gojo Satoru, but this kind of soft mattress will always remind him that there is another person beside him, and the movement and breathing of the other person will affect him.

Lying down like this all night is probably more tiring than fighting.

Gojo Satoru yawned, sat up cross-legged, and slid the towel onto the bed along his shoulders: "He won't wake up for a while, of course I have to go back to sleep, the association has specially set up sealing rooms all over Japan, isn't it just for this time?"

He looked at Sasuke's expression, "You're not going to sit on the sofa all night, are you?"

Sasuke glared at him.

Gojo Satoru thinks who caused the current situation?

"Anyway, it's almost dawn." He rubbed the handle of the sofa, closed his eyes and didn't want to speak again.

The air in front of him suddenly became moist, and Sasuke could smell the aroma of shampoo emanating from Gojo Satoru's hair.

The white-haired man directly bent over and pulled Sasuke up, and before he could make any movements, he pressed him on the bed, looking down at him from top to bottom.

"Why are you so nervous?" Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, "I won't attack you, so why bother to blame myself?"

His right hand was pressing on Sasuke's left shoulder, his arms crossed the boy's chest, and he was lying on the other side, looking at Sasuke with his head propped up.

It's not a question of nervousness at all, Sasuke thought.

It was more comfortable for him to rest on the sofa than to lie on the same bed with others.

Gojo Satoru in particular doesn't look like someone who can sleep peacefully.

But Gojo Satoru seemed insistent.

He clasped Sasuke's shoulders, tucked him into the quilt, then rolled in himself, retracted his hands obediently and closed his eyes, seeing that he was not going to move.

"I won't move around," he glanced at Sasuke from the corner of his eyes, and reached out to "snap" to turn off the light. "Good night Sasuke."

There was only a little moonlight shining through the window in the room.

Sasuke opened his eyes and stared at the chandelier with complicated shapes on the ceiling, and always felt that there was something else in the words the other party said before.

……

Gojo Satoru sleeps surprisingly well, lying down really does not move like a dead person, Sasuke closed his eyes for a long time, and finally woke up and found that he seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze, and he didn't even notice Gojo Satoru He changed his position and lay on his side facing him, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Sasuke stared at Gojo Satoru with complicated emotions for a while.

Does he trust each other so much now?Or is it that the environment here is so comfortable that his vigilance as a ninja is gradually degrading?

Whatever the reason, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When Gojo Satoru fell asleep, he looked like a child in terms of facial features and sleep quality.His mouth was pursed, his eyelashes were long on his eyelids, and it was completely impossible to see how out of character he was when he opened his eyes.

Sasuke stood by the bed, his eyes slid from his smooth forehead to the high bridge of his nose, passed over his moist lips, and stopped at the other's shoulders and neck.

Then he kicked Wutiao Wu's calf.

"Get up." He crossed his arms and looked down at the sleepy Gojo Satoru.

The latter yawned, stretched out on the bed, and rumpled his hair.

"I'm so tired..." Wujou moved his neck, "Let me sleep for a while."

The result of sleeping in one position all the time is to feel like you haven't slept at all.When I woke up, I was even more tired than before I fell asleep, as if my whole body was protesting.

He rolled over, buried himself in the pillow, curled up into a ball, closed his eyes, and seemed to be falling asleep again.

The doorbell rang.

Sasuke opened the door, and Megumi Fukuro stood at the door.

"Mr. Uchiha, yesterday..." He swallowed back the rest of the words, watched Gojo Gojo swaying from behind Uchiha Sasuke with wide eyes, and yawned as he put himself on the boy's shoulder.

Uchiha Sasuke had a bit of disgust on his face, but he still let the other side lean crookedly.

"Morning, Hui." Gojo Satoru seemed to really just come to the door to say hello, he yawned after saying something, turned and walked back.

"Then... I'll take my leave first." Fu Heihui felt that he could think about it for a few more days before asking Sasuke how to become stronger. "Just call me when Wujo-sensei is ready."

Sasuke closed the door, and Gojo Satoru was reaching out and pulling the hem of the pajamas to take off his shirt. The muscles in the lower back were slightly undulating, and it looked like the type who had both strength and speed after years of training.

He scanned around, turned his head to the closet and found a pair delivered by the waiter yesterday, and when he saw Sasuke walking over, he deliberately pretended to be shocked.

"If you see me changing clothes, you will be responsible for me!" Gojo Satoru said aggressively.

Sasuke turned around immediately, out of sight and out of mind.

"Hurry up and change your clothes." He said angrily.

Gojo Satoru walked around in front of him with a smile, and dangled it while buttoning it, "I'm so handsome, don't you feel tempted?"

Sasuke ignored Gojo Satoru, his attention was attracted by another matter.

The boy's slender fingers pulled Gojo Satoru's shirt collar and pulled it aside, revealing the pale scars on the white-haired youth's chest that looked old.

In fact, Gojo Satoru's skin is fair, and the scars are not very obvious, and the edges have become a little blurred. If it was someone else, they probably wouldn't notice it at all.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, but didn't speak, and waited for the other party to ask questions with a smile.

"Who chopped this?" The black-haired boy really raised his head and asked.

He only caught a glimpse of it just now, a huge scar stretched obliquely from Gojo Satoru's collarbone to his waist on the other side, almost splitting his whole body in two.It was definitely very dangerous to have such an obvious scar left by the reversal technique.

Sasuke was a little curious, who was so strong that he could cause Gojo Satoru to suffer such a serious injury.If you find it, you may have a good fight.

No, if you find someone, you should give him a good beating.

Gojo Satoru looked at Sasuke with lowered eyes, and keenly caught the subtle uneasiness in the boy's tone.

He fastened the last few buttons in a good mood: "It's the sky and curse that I told you to sacrifice all the magic power, but he has been killed by me, and there is no chance to help me get revenge, Sasuke .”

In fact, Fu Heisher almost cut off his head, and the wound on Gojo Satoru's body was not limited to this one, but he had just realized the reversal technique and healed his neck first, because he was not proficient and wasted a lot Mantra power, when it was too late to treat the chest and abdomen wounds, the operation was a bit sloppy, leaving some scars.

After healed the two fatal wounds, he ran to send Jie to Nitrate. The other wounds were healed by Nitrate without leaving any traces.

But there's no need to tell Sasuke about this kind of thing.

"I just wanted to fight him."

Sasuke's tone was indifferent, but his eyes were drawn back, not looking at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru hummed a tune and walked over to put on his coat, sitting on the bed and looking at Sasuke.

"My taste is really good." He said with satisfaction.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

Sasuke guessed that he might be talking about the change of clothes he bought temporarily yesterday.It was obviously just ordinary clothes - a black shirt and black suit pants, with no design, and there was no way to see where it could reflect the taste - if not the price.

"Hurry up." Sasuke pulled the zipper of his coat to the top, with an expression of longing to leave.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, don't sneak back~" Gojo Satoru shut up Sasuke's words while zipping up his jacket.

"I've recovered."

I have recovered a long time ago, there is no problem at all, and I don't plan to go back to the college directly.

Only one accident is rare, okay?

He stared at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru happily reached out to grab Sasuke's shoulder.

"Let's go," he announced lively, "let's go find Hui."