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

orange.

The name is arbitrary.

He has no past and no future.

Xia Youjie was once stuffed with half of the curse jade.

The other half of the curse jade was shattered on his Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, on his path of righteousness.

Xia Youjie shouldn't feel sad at all. After all, the appearance of the curse jade means that Zhizhi is more inclined to the curse spirit than humans, and even said that he is the curse spirit.

And the curse spirit is the existence he hates the most.

But... the curse spirit also has, feelings.

Xia Youjie didn't dare to think about the answer to this question, and he didn't think about it either.

He allowed himself to rot on the ground, rotting in the corner of the wall after the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, waiting for a gust of wind or a handful of water to blow him away and swallow him up.

"He... probably thinks I've abandoned him."

Xia Youjie calmly expressed his thoughts to Gojo Satoru. The black-haired monk looked down at the coffee that was brought to the table at some time in front of him. The dark brown liquid reflected his narrow eyebrows and eyes and his increasingly tired expression.

Gojo Gojo paused for a second and then said: "Oh... so children are children, because they are ignored, so they want to make some noise to prove themselves."

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, not affirming or denying Wujou's words.

Another cup of coffee was placed on the table.

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie raised their heads at the same time, and the Wulianglin who was dragging the tray smiled slightly at them.

"purlin."

Gojo Satoru was not surprised either, he smiled and called out the name of the boy with dark blue hair.

Xia Youjie picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, "Is the matter resolved?"

Five Purlins naturally placed the tray on the table, then sat beside Xia Youjie, and immediately nodded, "It's resolved."

Gojo Satoru, who was sitting opposite them, silently cut a big hole in the originally sweet cake, revealing the chocolate and jam inside.

"Sure enough, I was tricked into being a free laborer by the black-hearted Jie."

Wujo Wujo complained without raising his head.

Xia Youjie's eyes twitched.

Wu Tiaolin didn't accept Wu Tiao Wu's jokes, and after a second of silence, he corrected: "It's not a lie, it's a friendly help."

"Huh? Sure enough, you don't love me! You actually skipped our beautiful vacation because of Jie."

Gojo Satoru raised his head suddenly, without taking off his blindfold, he could feel that his eyes under the black cover must have widened a little.

He accused Wu Lianglin of his actions in a tone full of accusations and grief, as if he had done something heinous and unforgivable.

Wu Zilin slowly made a question mark, and then raised his question: "...Conjurer, are there any vacations?"

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu choked up at the same time.

Gojo Satoru, who was stuck in his movements, and Xia Youjie, whose expression was condensed, got together, making the scene in front of him suddenly a little funny.

"Cough cough cough."

The two former strongest finally remembered that during the high school period, the real and only model worker with a full workload was called Wu Tiaolin.

"Decided!"

Wujo Wujo slapped the table and stood up.

"These annual vacations are enough for us to travel around the world for half a year..."

"Go on honeymoon!"

Gojo Satoru's thoughts jumped to Xia Youjie's sudden gulp of coffee.

But he remained expressionless.

"...Wu, now that you are traveling with your purlin, the magic world should be declared destroyed."

"What about the magic world, let those old oranges worry——"

Gojo Satoru uttered a sentence with a smile on his lips, and then called Wujo Purlin affectionately in a tactful, deliberately elongated voice.

The young man who was called looked up at him silently, only Wujou's mouth that almost opened into a heart shape could be seen.

"Wait for this incident to end, Wu-kun."

"At that time, enjoy a leisurely vacation together."

This was the first time Gojo Satoru heard the word of vacation from Wujo Purlin.

Of course it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that he can be together with Purlin, in a fair and bright way...and rest.

Throw away all the worrying things.

It's really wonderful to think about it, Gojo Satoru felt that all the resentment he had just now had disappeared, and then turned his head to look at the cake, only to feel that it was even more delicious than before.

It's just... what did Xia Youjie ask Purlin to do?

Gojo Satoru sat back slowly and leaned back.

……

Zhizhi is like Xia Youjie from before.

He appeared upright, with that terrifying curse spirit, the little prince-like boy raised his chin slightly, condescendingly announcing the time for his attack.

The curse spirit named "Gu" carries almost condensed resentment on his body, and has a more terrifying sense of depression than the night walk of the ghosts that Xia Youjie once set off.

Without Gojo Satoru standing in front of it, not even a few of the immature magicians could look up at it directly.

"They're so weak."

Zhi Zhi spoke in a voice that could be heard by everyone, he smiled slightly, a black shadow clung to the side of his face at some point, and those dark red eyes were slightly narrowed like evil spirits hiding in the abyss.

And this light and fluffy sentence broke the somewhat frozen atmosphere like a thunderbolt on the ground.

The light-blond boy, who looked like a little prince in a castle from the outside, didn't pay attention to the noise under his feet. He stretched out his hand, letting the sticky shadows like black mud slowly move along his fingertips. Slowly wrapped away, and finally engulfed him.

It seems to see the sun in an instant.

"...It seems that this kid is going to play for real." Gojo Satoru, who was squatting on the tree trunk in a very casual posture, looked at the direction where the orange had just disappeared with a smile in the distance, and Xia Youjie, who was standing on another book, turned his head She glanced at him, and then silently reminded: "Wu, the tree is about to fall."

"Eh?"

Gojo Satoru's silly voice hadn't come to an end yet, and the branch he was stepping on finally split because it couldn't bear his weight.

Wujo Wu's figure instantly fell from Xia Youjie's line of sight.

But obviously Gojo Satoru couldn't fall.

But if there are five purlins standing below, Gojo Satoru can even switch positions in the air, and he shouts: "Purlin!"

Holding the knife, the five beams leaning against the tree trunk looked up at him. Following his posture of raising his eyes, his figure passed by very quickly, and then easily caught Wujo Satoru with one hand.

Changing his stand, Xia Youjie, who was standing on the flying mantra, was greatly shocked.

"...It's really amazing arm strength."

Xia Youjie chuckled.

Hearing Xia Youjie's words above his head, Wu Tiaolin let go of his hand and pushed Wu Tiao Wu aside, and said calmly, "Actually, it's as easy as catching a cat...well, it's not heavy at all."

Gojo Satoru spread his hands helplessly.

"Look, Jie, this inexplicable desire to protect... Well, the current man is absolutely, absolutely impossible to get a move in my hands."

As Gojo Satoru said, he bent down and approached the five purlins. The dark blue-haired boy was holding his knife in one hand, his expression was as calm as ever. The most common ones are all kinds of smiles, and apart from laughing and his current calm expression, he doesn't even have many expressions like frowning to express his distress.

Of course Wujou's height was no match for Wujo Wu's, and he even had to raise his head to see Wujo Wu's face into his eyes.

Wu Tiaolin stared at Wu Tiaowu for a long time, so long that Xia Youjie couldn't stand it anymore, knocked on the curse spirit and left the scene.

Gojo Satoru's expression also slowly retracted from the original indifferent smile.

The boy with dark blue hair said: "Because the former Wu Jun would also be injured."

He spoke in a very flat, narrative tone.

"..."

This kind of words... how to answer it.

Gojo Satoru, who has always been eloquent, experienced for the first time the feeling of having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

"But now Wu Jun is already very strong."

Five Purlins quickly and relievedly lifted the topic, he hooked the corner of his mouth, "...but I'm not weak either."

Even if he doesn't have any spells now.

He is also the five purlins.

He is a quasi-superior conjurer, a genius conjurer who is in the same class as Gojo Wu, Xia Youjie, and his family.

"About the restoration of the spell..."

Gojo Satoru stopped speaking halfway through, and he put one hand on the shoulder of Wu Lianglin, and because he didn't have the strength to restrain himself, Wu Lianglin swayed almost under the pressure.

Although the strength is great, the resistance ability of the five purlins is not very good due to the stature.

That is the so-called high attack and low defense...

Gojo Satoru tried to find a way to restore the five-purlin technique, but finally came to the conclusion that this was an impossible restoration.

The spells are engraved on the body.

As a dying ghost, the five purlins themselves are in a delicate state. Gojo Satoru even speculates that it is because the five purlins are only "souls" rather than a complete existence with a body that they have been unable to use the technique.

Remind him for a week too.

His purlin is long dead.

"Even if my purlin doesn't need surgery, it's super strong."

Gojo Satoru turned the conversation around with a smile. Although he hurt people and hit people invisibly on weekdays, Gojo Satoru could still say some things.

"Ah."

Wu Zilin raised the knife, "I will handle the latest super-spell incident."

"Wu Jun just wait... for our rare vacation."

Wu Tiaolin seemed to be encouraged by Wu Tiao Wu's praise, and seemed to be full of energy.

"Then let's compete with me."

"It's like... how about whoever catches that kid named Zhi first."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, his slender fingers hooked his eyepatch and dragged it downwards, his white anti-gravity hair blown off with his movement as if unsealed, his pair of vast, bright blue eyes With a flicker, slowly the full appearance of the young man in front of him was reflected in his eyes.

Immediately, Gojo Satoru showed his bright signature smile.

The five purlins smiled back.

It is different from the usual shallow, polite smile.

"Then... come on."

"If Mr. Wu loses, don't vent your resentment on innocent students."

The slightly raised tone of the five purlins revealed a little provocation.

Gojo Satoru's smile grew wider and wider.

"what?"

"You must be dreaming! You actually imagined that you could win against me."