Human tiger means that the tiger's needle does not poke

There was a bang, the sound of a fragile human being hitting the disintegrated wall.

Like a boneless creature, Nakajima Atsushi was hit on the wall by the two-faced Nuo and then fell powerlessly into the piercing ruins.

Blood flowed down the broken forehead unstoppably, Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth as he felt his limbs were shattered, please force yourself not to faint.

"Why—why so sad?"

"Too weak, too weak, too weak..."

"Student Knotweed—"

The name that was chanted in a critical moment seemed to be a life-saving talisman. The silver-haired young man with a bloody head and blood had lost his eyesight, but he just knew how to make himself feel less lonely little by little.

The news of the death not long ago kept jumping in his mind until it turned into a bondage that he could no longer break free from.

"I didn't expect—"

The two-faced Su Nuo, who had already played the role of cheating, had amazement in his eyes. When he jumped up, he was quite relieved to admire the teaching building that was split in half by the white light.

Atsushi Nakajima, who had destroyed the building in the smoke and dust, had cold eyes as sharp as knives.

At this time, Fu Heihui lost the pressure of the two-faced Su Nuo and had successfully struggled. Just as he was staring at Atsushi Nakajima with his eyes wide open, a pair of hands silently supported his shoulders.

It was exactly the same silver white, and the clean hair color of the moon made Atsushi Nakajima squint his eyes slightly.

He retreated a little, panted and wiped the corners of his mouth, and carefully confirmed the tall man in black uniform and black cloth.

"Student Zhongchuan!"

When the silver-haired man was happily taking pictures of Fu Heihui, who was in a panic, in the click of the shutter, Atsushi Nakajima looked at the person suspected of 'Knotweed Yuren' walking towards him with complicated eyes.

With the deception last time, even if the call this time brought a more realistic lightness, it made him very scrupulous.

But, before he could move over to ask for the truth, the tall, silver-haired man surrounded him with 'Knotweed Yuren'.

The too close contact made Knotabagi Yuhito regain his senses to devote all his energy to facing him, and did not perform any actions he imagined.The man in front of him just teased and said 'It's so funny' and 'It's really mixed'.

The cool wind blew on Yuzu Yuuhito's naked upper body, he turned his head, and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima with a face that wanted to say but didn't say anything.

The young man covered in scars from the violent fight just stood there on the rocks not far from him.

There is a crack that has formed between the two.

With just one glance, Yuzu Yuhito felt that Atsushi Nakajima was getting further away from him.

"Hey—people over there, don't worry! He is my teacher Gojo Satoru!"

In the chaotic and quick fight, Atsushi Nakajima had no way of hearing what the teacher named Gojo Satoru and Knotabagi Yuhito said.When Atsushi Nakajima moved to Megumi Fukuro, who was holding a white food gift bag, the remaining two had already started fighting.

Atsushi Nakajima frowned at the fluctuating airflow, and was stopped by Fu Heihui just as he was about to move forward.

In my impression, the boy with slender eyelashes said: "It's okay, just fight with Wutiao teacher for ten seconds. Now the knotweed is better than before to control the two-faced Nuo in the body. In the end, I have to admit that that person is the strongest of."

Atsushi Nakajima naturally understood who he was referring to as the strongest.He chose to believe and waited for 10 seconds to pass, his complexion was still not particularly good-looking, which made all the tenderness in the past dissipate.

"ended?"

The short 10 seconds ended with Knotabagi Yuhito being lightly tapped on the forehead by Gojo Satoru and passed out.Surprised in his tone, Atsushi Nakajima ran over to see the situation of Yujin Yuzuki with a little worry, but before he could get there, he braked abruptly.

"Then here comes the question~ He is a lost boy who swallowed a special curse, so who are you who have been fighting with him for a long time?"

Obviously blindfolded his own eyes, there is a high possibility of blindness, but Atsushi Nakajima can say with certainty that this man named Gojo Satoru is examining himself with sharp eyes.

Endless silence surrounded the four of them, and some kind of hope flowed in the gilded purple eyes, which made the corners of Gojo Wu's lips twitch into a smile.

"Can……"

"that's not allowed."

Atsushi Nakajima stretched out his right hand and before he could say his request, Gojo Satoru, who was hugging the unconscious Knotweed Yujin, shook his head and pointed his finger at him.

The silver-haired man held what was like a baby in his arms, not only threw down the dirty knotweed Yuren without disgust, but also held him tightly.

Suddenly remembering that he was thrown to the ground by Mr. Dazai, Nakajima Atsushi pulled his face bitterly and clenched his fists.

No matter from the perspective of the mission or the perspective of private emotions, it is absolutely impossible for him to give up easily now...?The words stagnant in his mind cut off the power, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was about to step forward to snatch the knotweed Yuhito, felt dizzy unbelievably.When he reacted, he could only hear a 'sorry' when the darkness came.

After helping Atsushi Nakajima who was also in a coma with a little shame, Megumi Fukuro turned away the smiling Gojo Satoru with some displeasure.

"Sure enough, it's a student I personally brought out—"

Fu Heihui: ...you say more?

Except for several collapsed teaching buildings, the traces that once appeared under the night have disappeared.It seems that only the two figures flashing quickly caused the leaves to tremble when they skipped the treetops.

The so-called unexpected joy, for Gojo Satoru, often means giving him an extra portion of the dessert he bought, or buying another delicious dessert when he bought a taste.

However, today is a little different.

Gojo Satoru, who had already returned to his residence, looked at a report on the desktop with great interest after taking a bath.

When he reached out to pick up the document, his fingertips, which were not completely dry, made the white paper wet.left a watermark.

With smiling blue eyes, he calmly recorded the experience of Kojo Hirohito and Nakajima Atsushi, and then turned to the next page.

They were all two ordinary documents, and no matter how we investigated their contact, it was only during the week when they were classmates.

However, what Gojo Satoru didn't quite understand was why this ordinary student named Atsushi Nakagawa could see curses and fight them.

Descendants of conjurers?No, he denied the warlock option at first glance.

Cursed humans?Or, what about the most dangerous type of curse master?

Wet drops of water dripped from the delicate collarbone, and rolled down to the inside of Gojo Satoru's half-opened skirt.He who hadn't been bothered for a long time sighed, but he wasn't unhappy at all.Instead, he kept staring at his phone instead.

Before staring at it for five seconds, the screen of the mobile phone with vibration mode turned on turned on.

"Ah—good evening, good evening—why don't you talk? Well...is it such a coincidence? Thank you so much—well, I didn't have a clue just now, but now I have—"

The originally messy thoughts were sorted out at this moment, Wutiao Wu, who crossed his legs, tapped the phone screen a few times, and received a driving record and video record, as well as a curse exorcism report from a week ago.

"No wonder those old guys insisted on leaving that kid. Is it true that each generation is stronger than the previous generation? Pfft, then do I still want to be the strongest?"

The tone of self-answer came out of his mouth, and it only took a minute for Gojo Satoru, who was still resting just now, to put on his clothes and strode towards the door.

Although the night is dark now, it has come to the dead of night.

The dark and narrow room was covered with strange talisman papers, and the yellow and black mixed together messed up Atsushi Nakajima's eyes.

He listened to the approaching footsteps reluctantly, and shook his head vigorously, trying to be more awake.

Under the dazzling light, standing behind the door was the strongest he had just gotten to know—Gojo Satoru.

"Then it's a second choice~ will you go to hell, or will you go to hell?"

The pupils with restrained prismatic light are deep in color, and the layer of purple gold is gradually smudged.

"It's okay, let's go to hell together."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was restrained and unable to move, said so.

The author has something to say:

I'm trying to catch up with the progress here... and trying not to get stuck...

Atsushi Nakajima: That...can I...

Gojo Satoru: No way! (resolutely deny)

Knotweed Yuren: ...