The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

When Sasuke appeared in the air, Gojo Satoru was hunched over, leaning against the pillar with two long legs.

His eyes were a little squinted by the sun, his short hair and long and thick eyelashes were so white that there was no other color in them. The warm golden light in the sunset washed away the coldness that appeared on him when he was calm. temperament.

In fact, he is not the kind of person who can maintain high spirits anytime and anywhere, and only wants to provoke others every day.

Especially when alone.

People in the world think that the six eyes are born to be regarded as the key to changing the decline of magicians, so they will be praised to the sky, and they can speak and do things unscrupulously without considering any consequences.

But the time when Gojo Satoru was truly unscrupulous was actually very short, and most of the time he lived under various constraints.

It's not the kind of restraint that is mandatory, but more like what he mentioned when he chatted with Sasuke before, he voluntarily chooses to bear the restraint from others and himself.

It's just that he didn't pay much attention to the secular etiquette—or it could be called "right theory".That kind of thing does him no good, nor can it restrain him.

And Gojo Satoru thinks that it is normal whether he is joking around on weekdays or in this calm and somewhat indifferent state, but those "normal people" will think that he is very lawless.

But those "normal people" seem to seldom think about whether such things as "law" are of value.

Sasuke is different.

There was an unconscious smile on his brow.

The young ninja is essentially the same as him, he doesn't care about these things, and has his own set of rules of conduct in his heart-it's just that compared to him, Sasuke's rules are more practical: as long as he can achieve his goals, he can become an ordinary person , can also be a heterogeneous.

None of them care about what the outside world thinks, nor do they mind the possible and necessary sacrifices that may occur in the process of achieving their goals.

It is indeed the person he fancy.

It's just that Sasuke doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

The black-haired boy pursed his lips when he landed, and the curse pattern on his left hand was exposed. His expression looked not so much angry, but rather thoughtful and tired.

The sunlight came from behind, plating Sasuke's black hair with a layer of gold, but it made his face look a little blurry against the light.

Gojo Satoru knew what the other party looked like when he was in a happy mood, and he also knew what Sasuke's face looked like when he was angry, but he hadn't seen what he looked like now.

Sasuke glanced at Gojo Satoru lightly, then looked away, and wanted to go into the room.

Not quite right.

As soon as Gojo Satoru stretched out his long legs, the man appeared on the only way Sasuke had to pass, bent slightly, staring at the young man with pale eyes, as if he wanted to see directly what was going on in his heart.

He knew that someone had contacted Sasuke - the other person was still holding a knife in his hand, and there was some dust on the tennis bag, and the black cloth looked a little dirty.

And this meeting should not be pleasant for Sasuke.

Now they should find out that Sasuke is big in Rikkai.In other words, it was discovered that he was in Lihai before, and it was only today that he formally contacted Sasuke.

Will someone use this to find fault in the future, or wait for a suitable time to directly detonate this matter?

But something happened in the middle that he couldn't guess.

"What happened?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Could it be that he has reached a "bond" with the other party?Can someone push Sasuke to this point?

Although he doesn't want Sasuke to solve all problems through hypnosis (not to mention there are so many spells, maybe there is one that can resist this kind of mental attack), but he has no opinion on him using pupil technique or violence to bypass the restraint.

After all, the price of breaking the restraint should be on Sasuke, and he has no reason to ask the other party to do this.

What's more, being able to escape the shackles is basically equivalent to solving the problem directly, and he is of course happy to see the result.

"I want to stay by myself for a while." Sasuke touched Gojo Satoru's arm, and his tone sounded normal. "Let's talk about what happened today."

But the words that come out are not right anywhere.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

"Okay." He said briskly, made way for Sasuke, watched the boy stepping on the floor and pushing the door into the living room, and then followed suit himself.

Sasuke opened the bedroom door, with the knife and the ball bag in his hand, took two steps inside, and put the things aside.

The Japanese room was empty.

Probably because he is used to wandering, Sasuke is used to keeping only necessary items.So after living for so long, the room still looks like there is no sign of habitation, and the few personal items are hidden in the cabinets, as if they can be pulled away at any time.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru's coat was hanging on the hanger by the door. I don't know when the other party sneaked in and forgot to take it away.

The boy turned his head coldly and looked at the white-haired man with his hands in his pockets following behind.

"Can't you understand human language?" His voice was indistinguishable, and his expression was like a piece of ice. It was impossible to see what emotions were wrapped in it. "Don't come in with me."

Gojo Wujo quickly supported the door that was slammed shut in front of him, not letting the door panel and the door frame come into closer contact, pretending that Sasuke hadn't spoken just now, and quietly stepped into the other's room.

Naturally, it seemed like returning to my own home.

Oh, if you really want to say, this is indeed his house.

He even had the leisure to take a bigger step, reaching out to put his hand on Sasuke's shoulder.

"White Snake." Sasuke said coldly.

The psychic beast, which appeared from nowhere, grew a lot in an instant, climbed onto the boy's shoulders, and opened its mouth threateningly at Gojo Satoru, revealing the sharp fangs in its mouth.

Gojo Satoru's hand firmly landed on his shoulder.

Sasuke turned his head impatiently, and the man with short white hair laughed.

"If you really don't want me to stay with you, use illusion next time," he suggested sincerely, "It's not like you don't know that Zhengri can't bite me."

The White Snake closed his mouth in aggrieved manner.

"What a good boy," Gojo Satoru nodded with a smile on the top of White Snake's head, "If you really bite me, your master will probably be anxious instead~"

"...shut up." Sasuke knocked his hand off.

The black-haired boy looked at Gojo Satoru for a while with a confused expression, then turned around and took his clothes into the bathroom, where the sound of swishing water soon resounded.

As long as you don't run, everything is fine.

He still has to do something after running away, which is very troublesome.

Gojo Satoru scratched his chin, went to the office, and brought back a dozen documents—a mess, including the mission report from the high school, a series of materials for negotiating with the upper management to determine the follow-up arrangements for the knotweed, and Wujo some work at home.

He even carried his own computer over, and took root in Sasuke's room comfortably.

Sasuke wore loose long-sleeved trousers, and walked out of the bathroom barefoot. The skin on the soles of his feet adhered to and then separated from the tatami mat, making a slight sound of water. His hair was only half-dried, and there were barely any drops of water dripping down.

He gave Gojo Satoru a cold look (the latter pretended not to see him), then turned his back to him, sat cross-legged in front of the window out of sight and out of mind, and quickly fell silent.

Her hair wasn't even completely dried, and she really looked in a bad mood.

Gojo Satoru smiled, lowered his head and concentrated on the work at hand.

Of course he could leave Sasuke alone for a while - but Gojo Satoru didn't think that was a good idea.

Because what Sasuke said was "I want to be alone for a while".

This was the first time Gojo Satoru heard such words from a ninja that were close to showing weakness.

No matter what happened before, when facing others, Uchiha Sasuke always looked indifferent and decisive, and he would speak out without hesitation when he had a decision in his heart.

Agreeing is agreeing, and even he can't change his mind if he disagrees.

Regardless of the reason for today's situation, it is an opportunity for Gojo Satoru.There was no conflict for him between being a thoughtful confidant and taking advantage of this opportunity to go further.

Driven by the mood of "like", he felt that he was already very patient.

After all, Sasuke's vigilance is the strongest among the people he has ever met. If there is a slight disturbance, he will prick up his ears vigilantly, retreat a lot, and then he will be tentative when he is sure that things are not out of control Take two steps forward again.If this happens over and over again, the distance between them will only get farther and farther.

And what Gojo Satoru wants to do is undoubtedly a step further than before. It is to completely reverse the opponent's habits, let Sasuke completely let go of his vigilance, and even take the initiative to take the initiative to take the weakness—whether it is the neck or the neck without restraint. Belly, sent to his hands.

Now that he finally saw an opportunity to understand Sasuke's heart, he was even more unlikely to give up casually.

——God knows why the other party's definition of "companion" is so strange, as if everything he does can be classified as a normal communication of a companion.

I always feel that most of the actions did not achieve the desired effect, but instead produced some ridiculous deviations.

You can't find out if you ask, so you can only find out where the problem is.

Gojo Satoru pouted, and left a few lines of scribbled comments on the document.

This is the last one.

He stretched, and felt a few joint snaps in his shoulders and neck, and then quickly became looser under the effect of the reversal technique.

"You are very noisy." Sasuke opened his eyes unbearably, his head was annoyed by the intermittent keyboard tapping and the sound of paper flipping, and his voice was also angry. "Go back to your room."

Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth, dropped the pen aside, and slid up to Sasuke without moving.

"Don't be angry," he knelt beside Sasuke, propped his chin, looked at Sasuke's expression from the corner of his eyes, "I'm waiting for you, if you are unhappy, would you like to share it with me?"

Sasuke was stunned.

Gojo Satoru said similar things at the izakaya a few months ago.

It's just that compared to that time, the relationship between the two of them has undergone tremendous changes, and so has their mood.

He was still in a bad mood, but Gojo Satoru seemed to come out quickly.Already able to look forward firmly and rationally.

Sasuke stared at Gojo Satoru, as if he was thinking about a very important subject, so important that even with his strength, he had to think carefully before speaking.

"Do you have any weaknesses?"

Gojo Satoru smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Although other aspects have not made enough progress, Sasuke said that he was happy when he had a problem.

The white-haired man didn't continue to approach Sasuke, but sat on the spot, and casually threw a piece of thick snack into his mouth - he also picked up a lot of snacks from the refrigerator when he was picking up the documents, but he kept putting them away. I didn't move by the side.

If there were any other noises besides the sound of turning pages, Sasuke would really be unable to bear it and kick him out.

He probably guessed what was going on.

Sure enough, he was bound, maybe even threatened.But he didn't think Sasuke would be the weaker one in the end.

"I have many weaknesses." Gojo Satoru replied, got up and turned on the lights in the room.

Although the days in summer are extremely long, there is always a moment when the sun sets. At this moment, the light is not as good as before, and the temperature in the room seems to drop rapidly.

He walked back to Sasuke, touched his hair, bent his long legs and sat down again, and put his chin on his knee obediently, counting with his fingers.

"Students count, seniors and juniors can also count, ordinary people can contain me, and even my spells are not invincible." He blinked his eyes, as if he had only now discovered that he had so many weaknesses, "These weaknesses Most of them can’t be hidden, and a person with a brain can probably analyze them.”

But no one will make a fuss about his weakness - Gojo Satoru is actually the kind of sober and indifferent personality, and he won't put himself into it to save others, so no one wants to show off for a while, and then get caught by this The strongest conjurer returned with revenge.

Then the strongest conjurer suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, and smiled at Sasuke.

"Speaking of which, you are my first 'weakness', Sasuke."