[Spell Back to Battle] Asuka

As an Omega with the best genes, I always have to find time to go on blind dates with various Alphas.

Gojo Satoru is one of my most familiar blind dates.

When Gojo Satoru pushed the Kikufu box on the table towards me, I almost thought he was bewitched.

"It's really strange." I squeezed a Xijiufu and took a bite, and said vaguely, "Usually you always say that the Xijiufu from the Omega Conservation Association is delicious, and you always snatch it from me when you come here, so you're not interested in it today?"

The young, white-haired Alpha looked uninspired, laying on the table lazily: "It's just a bitter summer, I have no appetite."

"Bitter summer?" I looked at him with a little confusion.

"Summer is here, the weather is hot, and I have no appetite." Maybe it was because he felt that the sunglasses were pressing on his face, Gojo Satoru casually threw the sunglasses on the table, and raised his head curiously and asked me, "Don't you feel this way?"

"No," I licked the powder off my hands, squinted at the monitor with interest, and could almost make up the faces of the staff of the Conservation Association behind the camera, "It's better to say that I don't even feel that summer is coming. Already—there's no season-changing feeling in the Conservancy."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the monitor along my line of sight, then glanced at the huge blossoming cherry tree in the courtyard outside the window, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right, this is in a greenhouse." He half propped up his body, propped his cheeks on one hand, and fluttered his pale eyelashes slightly, "So you don't have any idea about summer, do you?"

"Although I haven't experienced it much, I still know the general definition." I gave up provoking the surveillance personnel and turned my attention back to Gojo Satoru, "Every time I see Senior Qihai put on a suit and go out with a cold face, When I come back sweating, I probably know that summer is coming."

Gojo Satoru burst out laughing.

"That guy is too serious." He curled the corners of his lips, and blinked at Jianren Qihai behind the translucent glass, "It's not too hot to always wear such tight clothes just to look handsome."

"You don't wear a high-collared uniform all day long..." I glanced at his tight neckline, and suddenly realized that he was wearing a black military uniform, which is rare today, "...you didn't wear it today...you are promoted ?”

"Probably." He squeezed the black tie with his slender and fair fingers, and slowly lifted it up, "The transfer order issued yesterday, I will be transferred to the seventh galaxy."

I happened to be learning about the geography of the empire recently, and after hearing this, I thought about it for a while, and said unexpectedly: "Prison star? I thought the empire would send you to guard the border..."

"For them, the suppression of repeat offenders is probably more important than the border." Gojo Satoru said casually, "Internal troubles take precedence over foreign troubles, and the old guys always think so."

"Repeat offender..."

This is my knowledge blind spot.

I thought about it for 2 minutes, but I couldn't think of any felons in the empire that needed Gojo Satoru to suppress, so I decided to go back to Qihai for tutoring.

And Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have any intention of answering for me.He just rested his chin and looked out of the window, looking thoughtful.

Outside the glass window, the petals of cherry blossoms drifted across the window with the wind, and a few fell on the window sill.The flowers at noon are in full bloom on the trees, which is a grand scene of spring.

The cherry blossoms in the outside world have withered long ago, and there is a strong green everywhere in early summer.The sun, which burned until it was pale, burned everything into a dazzling white gold, as if everything was burning.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood." I took another piece of Xijiufu and said slowly.

"Summer always makes people feel bad." He lowered his icy blue eyes slightly, and the flying flowers outside the window were reflected in his pupils, "I don't like summer."

"But Xi Jiufu who eats ice in summer should be very happy," I said, "Senior Nanami likes to eat this when he comes back from outside—so you really don't want a piece? If not, I'll finish it."

"Eat." He leaned over, crossed the table, snatched away Xijiufu from my hand, and complained vaguely: "So why do you keep talking about Qihai today? You are obviously on a blind date with me right now ?”

"Aren't you here, but you are thinking about other things in your heart?" Perhaps because I don't have much contact with the outside world, I always speak without twists and turns, and are quite straightforward.

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks and lay down on the table.

"I'm not thinking about anyone else," he muttered, "I just feel like I've made a mistake."

"About other people's mistakes." I hit the nail on the head, "If it was your own business, you wouldn't have this expression."

"... Tsk." Gojo Satoru didn't refute me this time.

His bangs covered his eyes, and I couldn't see his expression clearly. I just felt that this was a rare moment of frustration for him.

"Sometimes ... just sometimes," he said, "I'll suddenly feel like living in a greenhouse is a good thing. At least summer never comes."

"There is no truly airtight greenhouse. Even in a greenhouse, we will feel the summer from others." I squeezed Kikufu and looked at his face, "Besides, who are you underestimating?"

"I know, it's my fault." Gojo Satoru raised his hand in surrender, "I only think this way occasionally—when I can't do anything and don't know what else to do."

"...You will also have this kind of time." I raised my eyebrows slightly, "I thought you would never feel powerless, only that you were omnipotent."

"No one is omnipotent, and the only one who is omnipotent is 'God'." Wujo Satoru said, "I am not a god, and maybe gods are not omnipotent either."

"I advise you to keep your voice down, Miss President is a faithful believer in God." I shrugged and reminded me dispensably.

"I wish God did exist," Gojo Satoru shrugged. "If He was really as fair as the doctrine says, many things would not happen—but those unreasonable things happened, so God does not exist."

"...Why do you all have to mention it like this when you come here..." I sighed, "You said it comfortably when you said it, but I was the one who was preached by the president later."

"All?" he asked with great interest.

"Some time ago, Xia You also mentioned a similar topic when he came." I said, "He said that gods do not exist, only human beings who are close to perfection and save all things exist."

The interest on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly disappeared.

The corners of his lips pressed down, and he said casually: "Is that so—do you feel the same way?"

I think the president of the Conservation Association will rush in and knock our heads off with the red wine bottle at hand.

But at the same time, I keenly derived the answers to the doubts I had just had.

Who is the felon who needs Gojo Satoru to watch over?

It's Xia Youjie.

Who is it that makes him hesitate?

Is his best friend.

"I think he's right." I said, "It should be possible for a human being who is approaching perfection to save the world. Many leaders and saints in the past have indirectly verified his point of view."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "Personal heroism."

I glanced at him, thinking that this guy himself had the same kind of virtue in the past, but now he has the face to dislike others.

"I just think it makes sense, just like you sometimes think that a greenhouse is good." Under his righteous gaze, I added, "To be honest, I don't agree with his idea."

"When man approaches perfection and approaches gods, he probably has lost human empathy. He can't save mankind, because he doesn't understand people's hearts, and he doesn't know what kind of salvation human beings really need."

"What's more... It is impossible for a man to completely abandon his selfishness and become a god. He cannot, and no one else can. This will make his own existence 'disappear'."

"That guy is just like that." Gojo Satoru sat up, leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, "I don't know whether to say he is kind or arrogant, he is very stubborn, and he will follow the same path when he decides. Go to the dark."

"... Even if you know what you are going to face, you never know how to turn back, you will only completely cut off your retreat—paranoia."

I don't know the cause and effect, but I don't think this kind of paranoia is wrong.If it were me, I would probably make a similar choice: cutting my own way out and forcing myself to become who I want to be.

But as Xia Youjie's... barely a friend, I don't want him to force me like this.

Gojo Satoru is probably the same.People always have double standards. They can let themselves hurt themselves, but they are always unwilling to let the cherished people do the same thing.

Not to mention...in our minds, he's on the wrong track.

Gojo Satoru saw through my thoughts and sneered.

"In a way, you're alike," he said, "I even think you'd make similar choices if you were in his shoes—not in terms of how you treat other people, but how you treat yourself. "

"As if you didn't push yourself." I said confidently, "Stop laughing at yourself—and, how long are you going to stay here? It's almost lunch time, and I'm hungry."

"Let's go later." Gojo Satoru leaned back on the back of the chair and swayed back and forth, as if all the haze just now had never appeared, "Really, you were very polite before you got to know each other, but now you get to know him and start chasing people away— — how ruthless."

I disliked and said, "I'm not very familiar with it either, so it's you who complained, okay? It's good if I listen carefully."

Gojo Satoru's expression is more disgusting than mine: "It's your honor to complain to you, but you still dislike me?"

As he spoke, he stood up and stuffed the last Kikufu that was no longer iced into his mouth very smoothly.

"So do you have anything else to say?" He asked vaguely, "We're leaving, so let's say a few more words."

"...There's nothing to say," I said indifferently, "it's meaningless to say a lot."

"If I had to say...I'm not going to apologize to him for having a fight with him before he left. We still have a lot of time anyway, and I'm always going to prove him wrong."

"...That's right." He muttered, "Anyway, there's still a lot of time..."

We walked to the door together, Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, and the greenhouse was just in time for spring.

"gone."

He lowered his head slightly, touched my head, then turned and left with a touch of hot wind.I smell the bitterness of tobacco leaves mixed with the salty smell of sweat and blood.

This is a smell that I have never smelled before, but I can vaguely perceive what this smell represents.

"Drink more hot water in bitter summer." I said suddenly, "Summer will be over as long as you drink."

"...What are you talking about?" He withdrew his hand and walked out, "You should drink more hot water, right?"

"See you next time."

I say.

"See you next time."

He turned his back to me and waved casually.

In the room full of spring, I looked at his back, and suddenly felt clearly that midsummer has indeed arrived—with stagnant hot wind, intense hot rain, noisy cicadas, sticky sunlight, noisy and hot , as if it will be frozen in this moment forever, and it will never end.

This summer, it should be an extraordinarily long summer.

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The timeline is when Xia Youjie had just defected and was arrested (?).