With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"Hate the rain, hate the snow, hate the wind..."

The rain outside the window was noisy and noisy, with a majestic momentum that could swallow all other sounds.

"Then what don't you dislike?"

The woman who opened the door was wearing a simple kimono with the five family crests embroidered on it.

"I don't hate... Lord Shenzi."

The little boy lying in front of the window didn't even look back, his tone emphasized the syllable of "disgusting", and then he seemed to think of something, hesitatingly spit out the respectful title that others usually call "that".

Silence answered him.

Not right.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw the white-haired young master in kimono staring at him expressionlessly.

bad, bad.

"I didn't say anything... Well, you heard me wrong."

He turned his head to try to hide his embarrassment, and used the back of his fluffy head to face the fact that he didn't want to face.

That was not the first time.

It's just the windows, the glass, the sound of the rain, and the vivid expression of the little figure who turned his head and didn't blend in with the lifeless mansion.

It is the most profound picture in memory.

"I don't hate it because..." The dark blue-haired boy smoothed out his messy half-length hair to cover the gauze that was still oozing blood wrapped around his ears, "Only the side of Lord Shenzi is the quietest."

In addition to his ear, one of his eyes was also wrapped, or protected, with gauze.

There was ointment around the other exposed eye, exuding a faint bitter fragrance.

The young Mikoto's face was cold, and gradually, he and the "little follower" who always smiled brightly and confidently by his side formed the most sharp contrast of the Gotiao family.

……

"I almost dodged it, shame on me."

The growing boy had a bony scar on his cheek, and bright red blood dripped down the wound.

His tone and expression were very annoyed, he just relaxed for a few days and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, causing them to fall into such a situation, he was too careless.

"... deal with it."

The white-haired Shenzi didn't turn around to look at him, but just instructed.

Occasionally, one or two suppressed cries of pain sounded in my ears, which were drowned out by the splashing of the artificial spring outside the house.

"Didn't they give you Wutiao's surname?"

Shenzi didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly asked.

"These are not important, besides, I'm still very happy to get rid of my previous surname." The young man bandaged the wound familiarly, "Speaking of which, if Wu Jundao didn't break the law and I awakened the spell, maybe... well, say Maybe I'll be a bum or something now."

He wanted to add some expression to the picture he imagined, and when he raised the corner of his mouth, he pulled the wound, and couldn't help but let out a "hiss" in pain.

The boy took out the gauze that was always kept in his pocket after taking the medicine, and when he unfolded and folded it, he was held down by one hand. He knew it was Gojo Satoru without turning his head, and felt that the other party was staring at him with his clear eyes. looking at his profile.

He didn't look back, so he didn't know what kind of eyes Miko was looking at him.

"Forget it, don't deal with it, follow me to find a doctor for medicine."

In the end, the doctor applied the medicine, but the work of bandaging the wound was taken away.

Looking at the gauze wrapped even more flat and docile than the boy's usual wrapping, the young Miko expressed his satisfaction with his masterpiece.

Following his gaze, the young man touched the gauze, looked at the busy servant boy in the distance, and suddenly said, "That's bad."

"how?"

The white-haired Miko accepted his words casually.

"The incident report for this attack has not yet been written." He said and was about to walk back.

Get caught.

"What to write? No need to report to them."

As the white-haired Shenzi spoke, he looked at the other party's dark blue eyes, which were a much deeper color than the six eyes.

Some people use the boundless clear sky of the day, or the clear blue waves of ancient times to praise the six eyes of the Son of God.

Ignored that the young man who was always standing by his side had a pair of deep and bright eyes like a starry night.

"Let them come to me then."

……

Later, Wujo Satoru didn't want to stay in the mansion of the Wujo family.

I'm too lazy to flirt with those who come to the door from time to time, a group of old guys who are getting older and have nothing to do with things.

As Gojo Satoru's closest retainer, the boy left the mansion with him.

"This task is so troublesome, why not do it."

Probably a certain branch line went awry in the process of growing up, and the indifferent and lofty Shenzi was now slumped on the seat without any image.

"After all, Purin has super abilities. Of course, Lao Tzu is the strongest."

The teenager who also seems to have taken a wrong branch in his growth has rarely put on a carefree smile.

He frowned, still brooding over the self-proclaimed "Lao Tzu", and finally gave up.

Because there is another black-haired classmate who will complain about this problem before him.

"Then leave this task to me, Teacher Night Moth."

The dark-blue-haired boy put on the earphones and glasses specially made by Wutiaojia, and picked up the knife in the corner of the classroom. It was obviously a very heavy magic knife, and it was like holding a small chicken in his hand. easy.

"If that's the case, I'll go too. Wu and I were responsible for this task. I blame myself for completing the task too quickly, so that Wu found a chance to be lazy."

The black-haired ball-headed classmate also stood up.

The remaining Gojo Satoru and the only non-combatant this year exchanged glances.

The support staff, Ru Nizi, said: "Don't look at me, I don't need to go out on missions."

Gojo Satoru felt very uncomfortable.

But he didn't know where he was very upset.

The boy with dark blue hair politely declined the kindness of his classmate: "No need, I can perfectly complete this task by myself."

Then he paused again and said, "After all, my surname is also Wutiao."

Before going out, he looked at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting in a casual posture. Even though there was a pair of glasses and a pair of sunglasses between him, he was still able to firmly reflect each other's appearance into each other's eyes.

Afterwards, the pictures that flew by quickly, the picture scroll that recorded the growth trajectory, were covered in bright red in the blink of an eye.

"It's sunny."

Consciousness gradually blurred, but he still managed to show a bright smile. After all, so many people buried him with him, it was not a loss.

The bright and bright eyes gradually dimmed, as if it was about to rain heavily late at night, and the thick fog and dark clouds swallowed up the faint stars that were already there.

"very nice."

"If only the sky could be bluer and the clouds whiter, it would be even better."

……

The young man who seemed alienated and indifferent in front of him finally overlapped and merged with the figure with a bright smile.

It seems that countless years have passed, and the believer who has taken the oath has finally returned to his god's lap.

"purlin."

Gojo Satoru heard his own voice calling the opponent's name.

The six eyes can see through all illusions, and at the first glance he was sure it was not an illusion.

The deep eyes of the dark blue-haired boy with the same hair color flickered slightly.

"it's me."

The sound mixed with the sound of rain was extremely vague, but that unique voice seemed to be filtered, and it was clearly a whisper in Gojo Satoru's ears.

He got the answer he wanted most.

"……Eh?"

As soon as Yu Zhang Yuren on the side made a sound, Fu Heihui covered his mouth and dragged him back.

The emotions in the eyes of the young man with the hedgehog head were very complicated. The dead people came back alive... This kind of thing is impossible no matter how you think about it.

Or is this a conspiracy against the Wujo family?

About "that person", Fu Heihui knew very little.

But everyone in the Wutiao family seemed to know him, even though they didn't dare to say it in front of Wutiao Wu, the private voice inevitably flowed into Fu Heihui's ears.

And the appearance of "that person".

Fu Heihui met at Wujo Mansion.

Then... it's even more unbelievable.

The boy in front of him looked like he was under 20 years old.

And "that person".

As far as he knew, he had been dead for more than ten years.

……

"He is..."

Nagasaki Yamei, who was carrying several shopping bags, understood what had happened with Fukuroe's few words.

At this time, she was speechless watching Gojo Satoru standing in the rain, explaining his no-lower-limit spell to the boy hiding under the eaves in a brisk tone, emphasizing by the way that he has now been upgraded, and he can achieve full-time without dead ends. The sky unfolds and the electricity is always cut off.

Knotabagi Yuhito's face was full of understanding and enlightenment, "After explaining it like this, I feel that the no-lower-limit technique is stronger! It is indeed Wujo teacher."

Fu Heihui: "..." I don't know what to say, so I really want to hold the knotweed and tell you to wake up.

Probably because the resentment of the three of them was too strong, Gojo Satoru finally thought of them, he grasped the wrist of the boy beside him with ease, and looked at his three students who were almost drowned in black lines, "Let me introduce, they are My current student."

"Ah, hello." The first to react was Yuzu Yujin, he touched the back of his head with one hand and showed a bright smile, while introducing himself, he introduced himself to the other two students, "My name is Yuzu Yujin, they It's Rose Nagasaki and Megumi Fukuro."

"Hello." The boy with dark blue hair responded politely, and then said silently: "Being Wu Jun's student will be very hard..."

When the trio almost nodded in agreement, Gojo Satoru also squeezed over and stood in front of the purlin.

"Purlin." Gojo Satoru's brisk voice seemed to be smiling, "Obviously it's hard to find a responsible and strong teacher like me, okay?"

Purlin raised his eyes and could only see half of the other party's face exposed, with a rather helpless expression, "Well, that's right, speaking of which, Wu Jun has become a reliable adult now."

"It's just that I almost didn't recognize it after changing the blindfold."

They communicate like no one else.

The tone is familiar, as if there is no vacancy in such a long time.

"Then just put on sunglasses next time." Wujo Satoru said, but he didn't take off the blindfold, and the next sentence he spit out had nothing to do with the previous words, "I don't like rainy days, well, the rain is coming soon Stop it, and then come back to the high school with me."

Gojo Satoru's tone was light and sweet, but in contrast, the expression on the small half of his face was a little restrained and indifferent.

The rain outside the eaves is much less.

The rain was quick and short-lived.

"How about it?"

Gojo Satoru's voice also subsided and became lighter along with the rain.

Then disappeared, and the dark blue-haired boy who appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

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