Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Gojo Satoru landed smoothly... in an old forest deep in the mountains.

The man who had grown up for a long time glanced casually to the left and right, showing a contemptuous attitude. He didn't care about his position, but instead stood in the forest and lake and meditated.

He really doesn't have to worry about his personal safety.

After all, "Wujo Satoru" is no longer the kid who still needed the teacher's protection.

There is no lower limit to the 24-hour non-stop depletion of the brain followed by reverse therapy.

Proficient use of various spells of the Wujo family.

The unique and unique six eyes.

Control the field of invincibility [Boundless space].

as well as,

Taught by the teacher himself, and for so many years in charge of the scheming of the Wutiao family.

His Gojo Enlightenment has long been the "strongest" in the teacher's mouth.

Apart from his only regret, what else would Wujo Satoru feel afraid of?

— Fear is born of love.

——That's all.

Gojo Satoru stood still in place at this time, rubbing his chin with his fingers lightly, feeling the mood at this time with some novelty.

anticipation/excitement/excitement.

... fear.

Eager to try, just around the corner.

This is, I thought... the teacher who would never have a chance to meet again.

Could it be that the welfare was waiting here when he let go of it cruelly at the beginning?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru laughed again.

When he laughed, he unconsciously showed a side that he rarely showed in front of his teacher.

Aggressive and dangerous at first glance, it looks like a big cat that has grown up and will viciously bring its prey back to its lair.

But within a few seconds, Gojo Satoru hummed to himself with a protracted voice of "Hmm—" and patted his cheeks with both hands, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and tugged the corners of his mouth to the sides.

He manually erased the face of the villain who lacked expression control, and took off the blindfold without any hesitation, revealing those six bright blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru found a nearby lake, carefully smoothed out his soft and delicate white hair like falling snow, gave himself a casual but handsome look, and then imagined the teacher's surprised expression when they reunited. He didn't need to work hard , A smile with perfect sweetness naturally appeared on his face.

"Not bad, not bad~ but salty and sweet, you are talking about a handsome guy like me~!" Gojo Satoru said to himself with a narcissistic smile, and at the same time he rolled up the eye mask and stuffed it into the innermost pocket of his clothes .

"In this way, no matter what, the teacher has no reason to drive me away~?"

Such a handsome guy with broad shoulders and legs, he actually daydreams here.

"If we meet again this time, what's the first sentence to say?" Wujo Gou looked at the lake, adjusted the angle and stroked each of his white hairs: "'Long time no see?' No, no, it's too ordinary; 'I'm here to find you !'... Hey, will it seem too active? Then, 'Does the teacher miss me'...?"

The Patriarch of the Gojo Family ran the train with his mouth full, and finally stood up straight again when he was satisfied with his appearance.

He raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the ground, his whole body seemed to have no gravity, and he fell to the top of the treetop as light as a feather.

A mature male with a height of more than 1.9 meters stepped on a narrow leaf on the top of the tree, but the entire branch did not even bend at all.

"Let me see, let me see, what is here..."

As Gojo Satoru said, he used his whole body's mantra to mobilize his six eyes, and looked around.

"..."

The man fell silent.

It's not a question of address.

Gojo Satoru recognized it: this is a suburb of Tokyo, where the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic and Magic should have been built.

Obviously, there is not even the slightest bit of broken bricks or tiles here.

But since he can't even feel the existence of the curse spirit in this world, and the teacher himself can't see the curse spirit at all.

Then it is reasonable to speculate: the original world where the teacher lives is not cursed at all.This is a conclusion that can be drawn without any effort.

The key is……

The "six eyes", which are powerful enough to analyze intelligence, are still unable to see the truth of the entire world.

As the holder of the natural "six eyes", Gojo Satoru naturally understands one thing:

This world is not so stable.

as well as,

If he didn't want to cause the world to experience unnecessary turmoil, he'd better not make any big moves that would cause the mana to violently impact.

"..." Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then let out a breath.

He took it to heart, but didn't really take it to heart.

(After all, I have already been the "strongest")

Wujo Wu thought to himself.

(And anyway, this is a teacher's world, right?)

This "strongest" naturally acted coquettishly in his heart, completely disregarding his status, dignity and self-confidence:

(Teacher, how could I be in danger~~?)

Thinking this way, Gojo Satoru deliberately let himself ignore the reason why everyone, including himself, descended into this world together, and allowed himself to indulge in a momentary dream. ...His vision has been shrouded in darkness for too long.

So, the next step is to reunite with the teacher, right?

Gojo Satoru didn't need to think too long: he was really favored by the teacher, so he had more information than the other "survivors" in the pure white room.

'Yokohama Landmark Building'.

Once, the teacher left him such a clue.

(In this case,)

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the tree lightly.He obeyed the subconscious brought to him by the "Six Eyes", gave up the dangerous idea of ​​teleporting directly from Tokyo to Yokohama, honestly only used the most basic spells with no lower limit, and quickly left this non-existent spell in two or three steps. High school forest.

——He chose to take JR to Yokohama.Anyway, the distance between Tokyo and Yokohama is close enough, and with such a small amount of fare, can the Patriarch of his Gojo family still afford it?

... really can't afford it.

The staff at the ticket office looked distressedly at the handsome white-haired man in a well-fitted suit and an expensive one, looked down at the banknotes, then at the gleaming face, and silently took out the pager to call the police: "Excuse me, Someone here is using counterfeit money..."

Gojo Wu: "."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "......???"

Why, look down on the Patriarch who only remembers to bring 'Fukuzawa Yukichi' when he goes out?He still remembers to bring money! !

Wujo Wujo snatched back the [-]-yuan note with a snort, and in short he used his eloquence in scheming to persuade the police department who arrived—the speed of the police in this world seems to be unexpectedly fast—and used the same The trick coaxed the police department to pay for a ticket for himself.

... This person, what did he learn from his teacher?

But Gojo Satoru wouldn't feel ashamed about it. When he was sitting on the train, he was still thinking about it, and he would tell this as a joke after he saw the teacher.

Tokyo is just over an hour's drive away from Yokohama. Gojo Satoru leaned against the window, staring aimlessly at the scenery outside the window.

Two very different worlds are so similar only in these insignificant details.

It's so similar...that it's unbearably cruel.

Gojo Satoru recalled how he went to Yokohama again and again, and slowly stepped on "Yokohama Landmark Building, Red Brick Warehouse, Minato Mirai, Chinatown" with both feet, and couldn't help laughing again.

This smile is not as dangerous and persistent as it was not long ago, nor is it deliberately coquettish a moment ago, it is just a "laughing" expression.

The body shook slightly, the speed slowed down, and finally stopped.

——Yokohama is here.

Gojo Satoru got out of the car unhurriedly.

He walked forward together with the flow of people, looking at the teacher's Yokohama while walking.

The sky is still blue: no rain today.It's a sunny day.

From the port not far away, the salty sea breeze blows.

The crowd was bustling with people, talking, arguing, and footsteps, and there was nothing unusual about it.

only—

Occupying the city's fortress-like position, rising from the ground are five dark and high-rise buildings.

Like a giant steel beast, or a monster made of steel and iron bones.

Anyone who walks into its mouth will only have the fate of being swallowed and chewed, and even the bone marrow is crushed and swallowed.

That must be the "Yokohama Landmark Building" that the teacher said, right?

Gojo Satoru continued to walk along the street in a leisurely manner.

He has indeed not used these "six eyes" for a long time to really "see" anything.

And in Gojo Satoru's eyes, he clearly saw:

As he gradually approached the "Yokohama Landmark Building", the number of ordinary residents who were on his way with the naked eye decreased.

Instead, there are more and more dangerous men in black suits with bulging ribs - obviously carrying guns.

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and felt the deterrent force of the teacher's territory rectification from this angle rather novelly.

The armed strength on the surface—then the government of this city has already fallen into the loyal dog of the teacher, right?

Members of illegal and violent organizations who are blatantly active in the daytime-thinking from this direction, could it be said that the teacher's power has become so powerful that it legalizes all of this?

Gojo Satoru was amazed, and wandered unconsciously under the headquarters building of the port mafia.

...If it weren't for seeing that this person was also wearing a dark and straight standard black suit, and (he was taught by the leader Dazai personally) unconsciously showing a dark and similar temperament, I am afraid that the members of the guarding organization would not have spoken, Instead, he used bullets to ask questions.

"Who are you?" The members of the organization put their hands on their sides vigilantly, and walked forward at the same time: "This is not a place that can be approached casually. If you are a distinguished guest, please show your identity document."

Obviously, it was the huge monster standing silently in the rear that gave the mafia in black sunglasses such aggressive confidence.

"..." Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and thought: Should I say 'I've come to see your leader to catch up on the old days', or should I say 'I'm your leader's student', which is less likely to take bullets?

Fortunately, the issue of wasting bullets did not appear right now.

"……what happens?"

someone asked.

That is, the young man who was so quiet that he almost lost his sense of existence.

With snow-white hair and a pitch-black coat, he walks silently like a feline creature.

His face looked childish, but as soon as he said this, Gojo Satoru saw the members in front of him and immediately turned around and bowed deeply, his upper body almost bent to the ground:

"Yes, it's this person who is acting strangely downstairs... wandering around..."

When this sentence was said, the members of the organization almost trembled.

And why, armed adult men, should be so afraid of a young man?

Gojo Satoru doesn't talk too much here.He just showed an overly bright smile as if he met a competitor who was also a cat:

"I suddenly changed my mind~"

Gojo Satoru said lightly:

"I'm joining the port mafia."