The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

one day ago.

Gojo Satoru finally sat up.He slumped on the sofa, lazily flipping through the documents Yidizhi brought.

"Boring, boring, super boring." He commented unceremoniously, "The association can't even find the second level. Don't you think it's a waste to find me for this kind of task?"

In the end, the document that Yidizhi put on the top was turned out from the bottom again.

"It's still this one, the priority is the highest anyway." He snorted, handed the stapled papers to Yidichi Jiegao, and showed his usual, ambiguous smile again.

"Then... where's Mr. Uchiha?" Ichiji Jieko hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

He didn't want to ask, but there was always a way to say something.

"If you talk too much, I'll beat you, Yizhi," Gojo Satoru said briskly, "I told you, I have the final say on whether Sasuke will do the task or not? You always listen to the words of the higher-ups, I don't quite like that." Happy."

The sweat on Yidichi Jiegao's back came out instantly.

He knew intellectually that Gojo Satoru would not do anything, and the other party's threats to him every day had never been more than verbal, and he hadn't actually made a move for so many years.And if something goes wrong, this senior who is two levels higher than him will always stand in front.

It's just that, just like herbivores are naturally afraid of beasts, Gojo Satoru just taps him lightly, maybe even just makes a joke, and he will involuntarily become nervous.

In addition to the fact that Gojo Satoru has become stronger and stronger over the years, and the gap between him and others has become wider and wider, there may be reasons why he does not want to disappoint the other party.

But he is still too cowardly, always afraid to really challenge others.

Gojo Satoru looked at Yiji Jiegao's bewildered look, and suddenly seemed to have changed his mind.He lifted his thick snow-white eyelashes, and smiled while holding his chin, "Of course Sasuke wants to go with me, I'm lonely by myself~"

He looked at his black-haired junior, and mercifully let him go, "If the higher-ups ask, just tell them my original words. We will go to Nagano together, and we will do future tasks together."

"Yes." Yidizhi Jiegao breathed a sigh of relief.Finally, we can make a difference.

Whether it was Mr. Gojo or the upper echelons of the association, each of them put a lot of pressure on him.

Then the white-haired conjurer stretched and stood up from the sofa.

Yidizhi Jiegao became nervous again, and retreated a little unconsciously.

"Am I so scary?" Wujo Wu asked him with his head tilted.

"...You are too tall." Yidi Zhijie was eager to gain wisdom.

The white-haired man snorted softly, "Then you should work hard to grow taller, what's the use of looking up and backing away."

"I've been an adult for a long time," Yi Dizhi smiled wryly, and pushed his glasses, "It's hard for an adult to change."

"If you want, you can grow a broken leg. Isn't there such an operation now?"

"..."

You probably want my life, Mr. Gojo.

Yi Dizhi quickly bid farewell to him.

Gojo Satoru let the black-haired assistant supervisor leave the yard in a panic, stood in front of the sofa and hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind to put on the high school uniform, and walked to the door with a sigh.

"It's so hot..." He muttered to himself, felt the hot sun for a while, and chose to teleport to the side of the training ground instead of moving slowly against the sun with his two legs.

No one has returned from the training ground yet.

Gojo Satoru stood in the shadow by the door, his perception extended to the depths of the dark green branches next to him, and he felt the ups and downs of his three students' spell power with great interest, as if he had already seen how interesting the situation on the field was.

Hmm... Wild Rose doesn't seem to be used to using spells to strengthen her physical fitness, and her physical fitness is not very good. Megumi and Yuren still collided with each other when they cooperated. It's a pity that Sasuke will definitely not take pictures of this scene...

【Sasuke】

He subconsciously repeated the word in his mind.

Sasuke conveyed his doubtful emotion.

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then repeated it again, leaning against the door and laughing while feeling Sasuke's reaction from doubt to silence.

The shackles between them are so easy to use, Wujo Wuxiang, but it is a pity that such shackles will disappear one day.

Thinking of this, the good mood just now is like ice in summer, it melts and evaporates in an instant, and disappears in the hot air.

Gee.

It's been a week, and Sasuke seems to have completely ignored his words--it can't be said that he has completely ignored him, at least he knows what he is thinking.However, the attitude seems to have not changed at all.

Gojo Satoru likes the firm and clear gaze of the other party, and thinks it is challenging only in this way, but looking at it now, it seems that this matter is more difficult than he imagined.

I don't know if all ninjas are like that, like a clam shell, it's just a trivial matter, and the memories that I value are not mentioned at all, as if that is what will trigger the war The same key information.

Even if Sasuke rarely let go of his guard in front of him before, he never said a word in the end.

So annoying.

Gojo Satoru knew that there was no rush for such a thing, but this was completely different from his reform.One is passion, the other is ideal. Passion is perishable, but ideal has been with him for ten years.So he can patiently train his juniors year after year, but it is hard to imagine that he will wait patiently for a few years for one person.

Let's get excited for him again, Wujo Wuxiang, when I still like Uchiha Sasuke.

He waited in the training ground for a while, and soon a black-haired ninja in uniform appeared in his vision.There was a little sweat on his face, but he still pulled the zipper to the top, as if no matter how high the temperature is, I will protect myself with clothes.

Gojo Gojo waved to Sasuke, put away the mobile phone when the other party landed in front of him, put the young man's shoulders, and moved closer to his ear.

The three first graders were still behind, so it was time to make some preparations.

"What about Zhengri?"

White Snake poked his head out from Sasuke's neckline.

"What do you want to do?" Sasuke raised his eyes and asked Gojo Satoru.

His eyelashes are long and thick, but they are not curled, but only slightly raised at the end. Like the character of a young ninja, most of the time they are straight and straight. Only those who are close to him can feel the lack of honesty gentle.

The boy moved and stroked the top of the white snake's head, allowing the psychic beast, whose body was about the thickness of a finger, to spit out snake letters and climb up Wujo Wu's wrist, hiding himself in the man's cuff.

Gojo Satoru reached the top of Sasuke's hair, and turned his head to see a few students coming from a distance in the woods, supporting each other.

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei was probably grabbing Fu Heihui to check how embarrassed she was-there were probably some records in Gojo Satoru's phone that she wanted to destroy without looking at them.

Fu Heihui was expressionless, apparently feeling that Nagasaki's despair was not worth mentioning.

In terms of black history, the one with the most Gojo Wu mobile phones is definitely his Fu Heihui.It's just a few photos taken from a distance, maybe even the face can't be seen clearly, what's so frustrating?

Knotweed Yujin waved at them vigorously from a distance, with a bright smile on his face.

So the white-haired man's voice also brought a smile: "I'll tell you when I go back."

-

Sasuke was sitting on the sofa waiting for Gojo Satoru.

The white-haired conjurer casually put a towel on his shoulders, came out of the bathroom with his hair tossed, walked over to the other side of the sofa and sat down.

The black-haired ninja rubbed a little to the side, carefully avoiding a few drops of water that Gojo Satoru threw to the ground.

"Didn't you say before that you need someone to be ready to suppress Su Nuo at any time?" Wujo Wu took a big sip of ice water, and deliberately sat a little closer to Sasuke, "This is considered a protective measure."

Even if the two-faced Su Nuo only has the power of two fingers now, it is an irrefutable super-level curse spirit.

A consensus in the conjuration world is that only super-levels can deal with super-levels, and Gojo Satoru is a super-level, but he can't put aside other things to protect Knotabagi Yuhito.Being able to stay in the school for almost a month and concentrate on teaching is already because of the special status of Knotabagi Yujin, Gojo Satoru forced him to stay.

His people also have their own arrangements, and they can't follow the knotweed and the others all day, and it can't play the role of insurance, but it's easy to put themselves in it.

After thinking about it, only Sasuke can reassure Gojo Satoru—whether it is the safety of the three members of the knotweed, or the safety of Sasuke himself.

Moreover, Sasuke is not under the jurisdiction of the association.In a sense, his degree of freedom is much higher than Gojo Satoru, and he can do a lot more than the magician.

"White Snake hasn't grown up yet, so it may not be able to suppress Nuo." Sasuke leaned back indistinctly, as if this would keep him farther away from Gojo Satoru's still dripping hair.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and put it on the back of the sofa behind Sasuke. He rubbed his hair twice with a towel, and narrowed his eyes: "It's okay, it's just an insurance policy. If there's no problem this time, you probably won't need it in the future." gone."

"this time?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, he held his chin, and blinked at Sasuke: "Go on a business trip with me, traveling together is a good way to cultivate relationships~"

Sasuke sneered.

He knew what Gojo Satoru wanted to do.

"I can stay in Tokyo," he said, "as long as the association thinks I'm walking with you. Koizumi Hirasaka is not as mature as you think."

Gojo Satoru's blue eyes fell on the boy's face thoughtfully: "Do you like knotweed very much?"

If it was before, Sasuke would definitely regard this matter as a condition of restraint.

——Gojo Satoru also made such preparations.

Knotweed is the container of his student, Su Nuo, and when it comes to such an important matter, as long as Sasuke makes this request, he will agree no matter what.

No matter how useful tools are, they are not as good as people.

Sasuke wouldn't be ignorant of this.

"I don't hate it," the black-haired ninja glanced at Gojo Satoru with a strange expression, "Are you reminding me?"

Sasuke also knew why Gojo Satoru asked this suddenly.

However, the White Snake is not an insurance policy at all, since Gojo Satoru is for the students, and Knotaba Yuhito is more likable than Naruto's idiot, he doesn't mind letting the White Snake stay by their side.

Maybe he didn't need to make a move at all, Sasuke thought.

Although both Gojo Satoru and Sasuke are well aware that the possibility of the Association taking action is much greater than the possibility of not doing it, the question is only when, where, and in what way they will take action.

But Sasuke felt that he should find a more suitable opportunity to use up the last condition, and treat it as repaying the other party's care...and help during this period of time, so that he can wander outside without distraction.

Gojo Satoru felt something was wrong.

Of course it would be nice to not have to meet the last condition.In case Sasuke regrets it again, there is only one condition left between them that keeps walking and counting down.

The bondage would be gone soon—no matter how long he tried to delay it.

Gojo Satoru changed the topic back: "The Association is not that easy to fool," he said, "At least you have to walk out of the train station with me."

The dark-haired ninja stared at him for a moment.

"Only once." Sasuke said.

Only one time.

-

Gojo Satoru briefly stared at the place where Sasuke disappeared. The surface of the previously green grass was still covered with a layer of snow and ice, reflecting the cold light under the sunlight passing through the gaps between the branches and leaves, which did not mean to melt at all.

But the things pressed down will not disappear, and one day they will get rid of this severe cold.

It's just that they didn't need to go through this kind of thing.

Even if he knows intellectually that whether it is Megumi, Hisuhito or Wild Rose, sooner or later he will become an adult and be forced to face and digest these pains, Gojo Satoru still hopes that they will at least have a better time in the first two years of college .

Under his protection, step by step, steadily and slowly grow up.

【…】

Gojo Satoru suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, looked away, and didn't allow himself to think about other possible accidents—their plans, or any plan or conspiracy in the world, would never be completely obeyed by others, it was like a head Once a caged and unruly wild beast is released, even an experienced animal trainer cannot fully control its actions. As long as one relaxes one's vigilance, it may be attacked back.

Now they had slowed down a bit, but fortunately the thing that worried him the most was over, Gojo Satoru turned around and chased in the direction that the curse master had left.

He believed that Sasuke would have no problems, and he just had to throw the problems of those rotten oranges back in their faces one by one.

Gojo Satoru sneered.

After all, he is really in a bad mood today, and it's normal to act aggressively, isn't it?