Is your best friend also a handsome white-haired guy with no face?

Gojo Satoru walked towards him.

The white-haired young man looked at the hand stretched out to him, and stepped forward without hesitation.

He walked through the long years that separated them, walked through countless grotesque but always accompanied dreams, in the gap between reality and memory, he walked towards the man who stood in front of the abyss and stretched out his hand to him with a smile go.

Obviously walking in the real world, Gojo Satoru looked at the man who stretched out his hand to him, but he seemed to have the illusion of being in an illusory and bright dream.

Countless times and scenes flowed by.

Xia Youjie was smiling at him, the five cassocks on his body and the long hair draped over his shoulders were blown up by the wind, as if even the depression and haze in his heart had been blown away, and he showed his sincere love to him when he was in high school in 2006. The smile on the face of the boy under the shade of the tree.

Xia Youjie.

Jay.Jay.Jay.

The three syllables that sound similar to but completely different from "Enlightenment" are contained between the lips and teeth of the young Wujo Wu, and the tip of his tongue moves, as if he is about to spit out the name immediately and naturally.

That is the existence that he will never talk about except for the family who spent those three years of youth together. Even the teacher who understands him just asks blankly, "Do you really want to know?" No answer.

Those were the three years he had carefully treasured up and would relive repeatedly in his dreams, and the person who represented his youth in those three years.

He almost never talks about him to others.The only appearance is also just "my friend, the only one".

That sentence was already the limit of what he could say to others after killing Xia Youjie with his own hands.

Jay.

His buddy, his partner, his partner.It's not annoying to speak firmly, because Wujo Satoru knows that he is really fulfilling, not just talking empty words.His first friend, a close peer, with strong skills, superb physical skills, comparable to him in strength, knows many things but still treats people with consideration, never abuses gentleness, will help others as much as possible, and is respected by younger generations... The advantages are numerous.He will not blindly tolerate Wujo Satoru, and will quarrel with him, but when they meet each other's eyes, the two will quickly reconcile by coincidence, and they will still accompany him to the dessert shop, play games together, and do anything that can make the two of them For the things we do together, when we set out solo missions, we will remember to bring Wujo Wujo’s favorite desserts as souvenirs. When the junior asks, he also asks for desserts, and the portion that belongs to him goes into Wujo Wujo’s stomach.

The best friend who puts him in bed when he's gaming until he falls asleep.

A partner worth relying on wholeheartedly.He will always make the right judgment, but he will still condone and agree with Gojo Satoru's ideas.

It is the strongest of the other half.

It can't be said to others, it can only stay in his heart, it can't be carried by words and tongue, it belongs to Xia Youjie exclusively to him.

It's not that the curse master who slaughtered more than a hundred people is not his master.It's not that the godfather who preached the doctrine on the high platform of the Panxing Cult and looked at the kneeling black congregation with indifferent eyes was not his master.Not to mention that the man who led the crowd to the high school to declare war and try to take away the spell spirit of his students was not his hero.

It's just that many, many parts of those three years are fragments about Xia Youjie that only Wujo Satoru remembers.

The so-called growth is the accumulated and unavoidable transformation of losing again and again.

Xia Youjie lost the ability to smile sincerely to the world, and Gojo Wu never learned how to hide his sincerity from making publicity.

Looking at Xia Youjie's leaving back in the crowd of people in Shinjuku, he put down his hand, and finally lifted it up in the alley of Gaozhuan ten years later.

Even if it is the strongest who crushes everything, I can only save those people who reach out to me for help.I can't save those who don't reach out to me, refuse to rescue and don't look back, go to the endless wilderness, cross to the dark shore.

It's like Xia Youjie.

From watching him off to personally sending him away from this world that couldn't make him smile no matter what.

Gojo Satoru ended Xia Youjie's long suffering and gave him an end.So who is going to end this unfillable sense of lack and longing in Gojo Satoru's heart?

Now Xia Youjie has given the answer.

He held out that hand to him.

With just one glance, he knew that the one making that slightly blushing smile must be his Jie.

It could only be the one that belongs to him alone.

It's not someone else's, it's not righteous, it's not the ancestor of the Panxing Sect, and it's not the owner of the magic spell.

It was simply Xia Youjie who was Wujo Wu.

So the long-suppressed emotions in his heart finally broke through the ice layer of rationality that had been chiseled by the dream, and rushed out desperately.

This torrent of emotion pushed his footsteps to rush, shortening the distance between the two quickly. Gojo Satoru ran towards Xia Youjie, grabbed that hand, and threw himself into his arms, as if he had crossed ten years. Years, heading towards the past three years, toward their youngest, most authentic and complicated things that don’t need to hide their sincerity and burdens, their most innocent and pure emotions.

Xia Youjie was a little helpless and shy, smiling like a teenager hugging his sweetheart for the first time, and took him into his arms.

His right hand was tightly held by him, so wrap your left arm around his back, hold him in your arms, and then use your left hand to stroke along the arched back through the clothes, and finally use a rough The palm of his hand caressed the skin of the nape of his neck and the short, snow-white stubble of his hair in a soothing manner.

"Enlightenment."

He called the name of the man who was embracing him tightly.

The right hand that was tightly held moved, and the index finger lightly scratched the palm without any calluses because of the infinite isolation, like a hint.So Gojo Wu, who buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, slightly loosened his grasped palms, but Xia Youjie didn't pull away, but put his palms together logically, inserted his fingers into his, and clasped them together.

Gojo Satoru's hand trembled, and Xia You felt his eyelashes sweeping across the side of her neck.

In the next moment, Gojo Satoru clasped his palm silently and tightly, and the palms joined together, as if he never wanted to let go, pinching his knuckles so painfully.

Xia Youjie knew what he should say at this moment.

This is only natural.

Now that we have embraced each other, let's share a secret that has existed unknowingly for many years under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Wu." Xia Youjie turned his face slightly, put his lips to Wutiao Wu's ear, smiled and whispered a secret that belonged to the two of them that he didn't want to tell anyone else, "I'll come back to this person." The reason in the world is the same as the reason why you were sealed."

It wouldn't work if Xia Youjie wasn't there.

Gojo Satoru will never stop for 1 minute of the sealing conditions belonging to the prison gate for others.

It doesn't work if it's not Gojo Satoru.

If it were someone else, Xia Youjie would never stay in this world where he couldn't really smile in order to change the fate of others, and choose to give up again in front of the last path that can be chosen.

The cause is "love", that is, "personal relationship".

What supports them to live in the human world may be those high-sounding reasons, those righteousness, those righteousness, those principles, those beliefs.

But as long as they are still them, they cannot give up this emotion and this fetter.

Missing you and loving you are instincts that permeate the soul and body, engraved into the bone marrow.

This is the case for both of them who cannot forget the past, cursed by this feeling, carrying this heavy curse, walking in the world for their own morality.

In the past time, Xia Youjie never seriously thought about this emotion, but that doesn't mean it didn't exist.

On the contrary, it has always existed, quietly and naturally growing in every corner, hidden in every breath, opening and falling in every meeting.

His best friend, his enlightenment.Even if it has nothing to do with strength, he is the strongest.Unshakable and clear soul, pure faith, indulgent freedom, seemingly innocent and self-centered, but more reliable than anyone else.I don't know many complicated things, but I can understand people's hearts in strange places and make the right choice.He will work hard for unrelated people, even if it is hard, he will not speak to anyone.Of course.Because he is the strongest, so it doesn't matter, a person can live well.Nothing can hurt him, he is a god walking in the world, as long as he wants, he can achieve anything and protect anyone.

But those are the "five enlightenments" for others.

That was not the enlightenment in Xia Youjie's eyes.At least, not the complete Gojo Satoru.

The part that belonged exclusively to Xia Youjie was missing.

Young, beautiful, full of vitality and brilliant brilliance, who will shine brightly in the sun, and turn around in the summer wind, waving his arms and laughing at him, looking at his Gojo Satoru with trusting eyes.

But it does not matter.Xia Youjie understands that now that he is dead, the part of Gojo Satoru that does not belong to others will never change, and will stay there forever, just like the three years of youth that stopped abruptly in the past.

Thinking about it this way, it's as if I cursed him.He thought with frowning eyes.But it's not bad.Just let my unspeakable possessive desire stay on Wu, as if I have been watching him from the other side.

Then, say the last "curse" to him.

"Wu." Xia Youjie supported Wu Wu's jawline with his palm, and exerted a slight force to pull his head buried on his shoulder a short distance away.Gojo Satoru obediently let him fiddle with, lowering his frost-colored eyelashes, let Xia Youjie put their foreheads together, and then called his name again, looking into the clear blue sky , "No matter what Satoru wants to do, as long as it is your choice, it will be meaningful."

My best, strongest, smartest, and my favorite Satoru, I wish you a long and happy life.

And the person in his heart seemed to have heard his unspoken words and responded.

"I won't change Jie's decision." Gojo Satoru raised his slightly wet eyelashes, and complex emotions that were difficult to see clearly surged in the blue sea.He looked directly into Xia Youjie's eyes from a close distance, and said slowly, "But I will never forget you."

Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback.

If it were the 16-year-old Gojo Satoru, he would definitely say "Jie is amazing, if you liberate me, you will save the whole world!"

He actually said such a thing.

...But it doesn't look like you at all, Wu.

It was like declaring that I was cursed.It's not fair at all.

Rediscovering the surprise of hearing the unexpected words before he passed away last time, Xia Youjie laughed, with a calm and helpless expression between his slender eyebrows and eyes.

The last thing I said was still not so sincerely complaining:

"...In the end, you said some curse words."*

"Okay."

Gojo Satoru moved his forehead away and slightly distanced himself from him.

The wind blew his snow-white short hair, and his face was like that of a young man who narrowed his blue eyes at Xia Youjie, and smiled helplessly, satisfied and reluctant.Those who witnessed it couldn't believe it, that was simply not an expression that Gojo Satoru could make.It's just the only honesty to Xia Youjie, just like the words they said goodbye in the alley of the college back then.

Gojo Satoru uttered the last and most distorted curse in the world:

"—I love you, Jay."