The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

There have always been many places selling souvenirs near the hospital, just for the convenience of people like them who come to visit patients temporarily.

There are several bookstores selling magazines, as well as flower shops and fresh fruit shops.

Gojo Satoru asked for the ward number, and watched Kobayashi enter the inpatient building with unclear meaning, then dragged Sasuke into a flower shop casually, and picked up a bunch of tied flowers on the counter.

The light yellow snapdragons are surrounded by calla lilies that are in full bloom, and there are a few daisies with bright yellow stamens in the middle, all wrapped in gray-brown kraft paper and fastened with hemp rope.

There is no fragrance and the color is very suitable. It is a choice that can not go wrong as a gift.

Except the Curse Master.

"If that's the case, she's pretty smart. She'll hide in the hospital." He said to Sasuke, holding up the bouquet in front of Sasuke and shaking it, "Do you like flowers? How about sending you hyacinths next time?"

The latter pushed the flower back into Gojo Satoru's arms, "I don't like it."

Gojo Satoru hugged the flower, and followed Sasuke into the elevator briskly.

"It's hard for me to pick a present." He complained.

Sasuke frowned, he didn't really want to receive another gift from Gojo Satoru.

A week ago, after declaring his love as a gift, Gojo Satoru came up with a beautifully wrapped, real birthday present.

——A pair of gemstone earrings that look very expensive, not big, but the color is almost exactly the same as Sharingan, like a solidified flame.

It can be seen that it has been carefully selected, but it is meaningless to ninjas.

"Just be quiet," Sasuke said.

He has already received this blessing, and there is no need for more.

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Fourth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Gojo Satoru sighed unhappily.

Without him, Sasuke also felt the obvious mantra breath in a certain ward, which obviously exceeded the level that ordinary people should have.

And there are not so many coincidences in this world.

Kobayashi was also in that room.

"So, why do you have to do something to the magician when you are in love with ordinary people? This makes it difficult for me to finish." He muttered, handed the flowers to the nurse at the front desk, and asked the other party to help deliver them. "Let's go eat first."

They got on the Shinkansen at about 09:30 in the morning, and arrived in Nagano City in the early eleven o'clock. They came out of the private clinic where the accident happened to this hospital, and it was almost one o'clock.

Calculating the time, I ran around non-stop for several hours.Tired but not tired, it's just that the weather is too hot, and I feel that I need to stop to cool down - anyway, people can't run away, so there is no need to rush up so quickly.

After they finished eating, Xiao Linzhi was no longer in the ward, and the temperature had risen to the high point of the day.

"Why didn't he stay a little longer?" Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses, sounding very dissatisfied, "You must be too disciplined!"

Sasuke didn't answer him.

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't want to drag him out to bask in the sun on a hot day, and wanted him to use Sharingan to solve the problem directly.

"Quickly solve the problem." Sasuke folded his arms and stood at the end of the corridor without any intention of moving.

He hasn't forgotten what the other party did on the Shinkansen.

"Then help me pull them out." Gojo Satoru reached out to rub Sasuke's hair, but he gently pushed aside, "There are too many people here, we have to find a place with fewer people."

He lowered his glasses, staring at Sasuke with blue eyes without blinking: "Going?"

...for birthday presents' sake.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, pushed Sasuke's shoulder, and swaggered towards the ward.

The two of them, one with black hair and the other with white hair, one with the corners of their mouths curled up and the other with a deadpan face, and they both had to wear dark uniforms, black leather shoes, and sunglasses, no matter how they looked, they looked like gangsters looking for revenge or going to a funeral. They should go directly to the morgue to claim the corpse. Instead of entering the ward to visit the living.

Anyway, the nurse looked at them very vigilantly, and it was only because Gojo Satoru had sent flowers at the front desk before that they reluctantly didn't come up to ask questions.

"I'll go by myself," Sasuke held him in place, "you wait here."

The power of Gojo Satoshi is so conspicuous that Sasuke can detect it from a long distance away. If the curse master inadvertently notices Gojo Sato's power coming towards him, he might be nervous and do something.

All in all, it's as much trouble as it brings convenience.

Gojo Satoru hangs his hands on both sides, and sits on the seat at the other end of the corridor, not to mention that one person occupies half of the seat. If the legs are longer, they can be stretched directly to the opposite side, forming a perfect barricade.

Absolutely one trip and one quasi.

"Hurry up." He said, as if Sasuke would be kidnapped after walking for a while.

Weak, pitiful, helpless, but 1.9 meters.

Sasuke thought about it, if he didn't come with Gojo Satoru this time, what would the other party do.

This time, for the convenience of action, they sent the assistant supervisor away.If it were Gojo Satoshi himself, the assistant superintendent would probably cry bitterly over how to evacuate the hospital patients without a trace.

The white-haired conjurer will definitely be loud on the side, dislike the slow action of the assistant supervisor.Maybe he will lose his patience in the end and rush directly into the ward, beat the person half to death before taking him back for interrogation.

Sasuke knocked on the door, took off his sunglasses, and pressed the doorknob without waiting for the person inside to answer.

Gojo Satoru once said that his pupil art is not without flaws, and it is true in fact. The biggest flaw of the Sharingan illusion is that the performer and the opponent need to look at each other-not only the other party must see the Sharingan, He also needs to see the opponent's eyes, and then activate the spell before the opponent reacts and looks away.

But this is only for Gojo Satoru.

No one knows the prestige of Sharingan, no one reacts faster than Sasuke, and magicians are basically alone, so it is a natural environment for Sharingan to play.

The moment the woman on the hospital bed turned her head to look at him, Sasuke's eyes turned blood-red, and three black jadeite flashed in his eyes, and soon melted into a mass of thick black ink. .

Within a few minutes, Sasuke left the ward, followed by a thin woman in hospital gown.

Gojo Satoru yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

It looked ordinary, not like the cursed master he had seen before.

His actions don't look like he has been trained, at least the exposed arms don't show any muscle lines at all, and his whole body is thin, it doesn't look like he can beat the first level at all.He remembered that the first level of the task was not bad.

The only thing that is a bit special is the spell power of Miss Nakama Lisha, which seems to be the spell power of a single person, but there is always a feeling between a curse and a conjurer.

It feels like the colored paper for the eyesight test. The fragments look almost the same in color, but there is always another pattern hidden in it with a similar color, reminding the observer that things are not that simple.

"Do you know what's going on?" he asked.

Sasuke glanced at him: "I said, I can solve my own tasks by myself."

There was no need for him to come here himself, and it was because they were companions and Gojo Satoru was a good teacher who cared about students.

Gojo Satoru was interrupted by Sasuke, but instead he laughed in a good mood, "I'm not good at interrogation, and every time I beat someone half to death, I may not be able to ask the answer I want, so it depends on you~"

"If you can't ask, let's talk." Sasuke tilted his head, "Go up."

Ms. Risa walked in front with stiff movements, with Sasuke in the middle, and Gojo Satoru followed behind him, walked into the stairwell unhurriedly, climbed up one floor, and reached the rooftop.

"It's so hot..." The white-haired conjurer froze immediately. "When can we develop a barrier for sunshade and heat insulation..."

Although in the eyes of conjurers, the tent is black, it actually does not affect the light and temperature inside.

That is to say, whether it should be hot or hot, should be sun-dried or sun-dried, there will be no slight change in the senses.

Gojo Satoru raised his finger, reluctantly put down the tent, controlled the range, and let the translucent barrier cover the rooftop where they were.

Sasuke lifted the hypnosis.

Nakama Risa woke up almost immediately.

This made the boy raise his eyebrows in surprise.

Although he didn't use any force, according to Ota Ryuji and Nioh Masaharu's experience, this kind of conjurer with good spell power but thin physique will be dizzy for at least two seconds, instead of looking confused but clearly confirming his position, He coughed and gave them a bewildered smile.

"Miss Curser, do you know where all my colleagues have gone?" Gojo Satoru found a place that was barely shaded, and shook the phone screen far in front of Nakama Risa. Minimize your exposure to the sun as much as possible.

He observed the other party through the sunglasses: "This is the man. You care so much about your boyfriend's work, you should know it?"

Nakama Risa is a thin black-haired woman, her wrists are so thin that they would break if she folded them, her complexion is pale, her dark gray eyes are misty, and she is more than delicate but not glamorous.

But she has a special temperament, like a flower branch wet by the rainstorm, standing alone and fragile, every cell in her body seems to be calling for the care of the outside world.

In addition, Gojo Satoru always felt that the other party had some other characteristics, which gave him a feeling of deja vu.

"I just happen to have some magic power and my health is not good, so I am curious about the life of a magician. Why do you ask me like this, as if I have done something wrong." Nakama Lisha asked weakly, There was a helpless smile on the corner of his lips.

Gojo Satoru yawned boredly: "Stop pretending, Miss Risa, did you swallow the curse spirit from Nakamura Hospital? I can smell the stench on your body~"

"I don't understand." The woman's expression didn't change at all.

"It's so annoying," Gojo Satoru complained loudly, raising his hand to his chest, "Aren't you hot? Let's talk slowly when we go back."

Sure enough, Sasuke thought.

If there was only Gojo Satoru alone, he would rush into the ward without waiting for the assistant supervisor to clean him up.

"Oh," Nakama Risa suddenly sighed softly. Although his expression didn't change much when he raised his eyes, his temperament was quite different from before. "You are Mr. Gojo Satoru, right?"

That quality is more pronounced.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru nodded.

No Lower Limit automatically opened in front of him, blocking several transparent bubbles that appeared out of thin air.

The assistant had chakra attached to him, and also dispersed a few air bubbles, then suddenly frowned.

"It really doesn't work." The woman in the summer hospital gown coughed twice again, her breathing became more obvious.She looked down at her watch, and a eager smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Can you wait for a minute?"

this expression...

Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought.

And this wonderful, paranoid and sensitive temperament...

Is this some common trait?

In this case……

He stretched out his hand to hold the shoulder of the black-haired ninja, ignoring the slight struggle of the other party, and brought him to his side, looked at Nakama Risa with some expectation, and then heard a few familiar words from the woman's mouth .

"Expansion of the Field - Floating Painting Utopia Garden."