Why aren't people raising me

"Strange, if it is a son, isn't it a bit too early, but if it is not a son, why can it be carved out of the same mold?"

The young man wore a pair of funny sunglasses, but the eyes under the sunglasses were particularly eye-catching.

Masaharu Nakahara suddenly felt that he had seen these eyes.

They are so gorgeous and beautiful that they are not ordinary eyes, as if they have the magic power of soul-devouring.

Often because of a scene, similar pictures flashed in his mind, and the eyes in front of him reminded Yazhi of their smiling appearance.

I have seen him.

Yaji is sure,

But not in this lifetime.

The young man grinned, "Little devil, what's your name?"

... Gojo Satoru?

The name suddenly popped up in Masaharu's mind.

He took a step back vigilantly, and his first reaction was some resistance, "My brother said not to talk to strange adults."

"Your brother? You still have a brother?" He showed a thoughtful expression, "Although it's unlikely, but if you are brothers, it would be easier for people to believe."

"I have an appointment with a friend, so I'm leaving first."

The other party took a long leg, "Wait, I'll delay you for 2 minutes."

Nakahara Masaharu raised his eyes and stared at him.

There is no way, he is too tall, if you don't deliberately bend down to match Masaharu's height, Masaharu will have a hard time looking at his face.

"Why do you all look at me like this? Am I so unreliable?" The young man seemed to feel that this scene was familiar, and he took a depressed breath. He turned his head and called someone, "Hui—do you want to come over?" Make a kid?"

Fu Heihui turned his head and ignored him.

"Forget it." Gojo Satoru didn't say much, he raised his right hand as if he was holding a kitten, "Do you see anything here?"

Nakahara Masaharu shook his head honestly,

"No conjurer's talent at all?"

"..."

If it wasn't something he knew, Masaharu Nakahara shut up and remained silent.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, as easily as opening a puff of smoke, "No matter how you look at it, you are an ordinary person..."

Thin mana, weak body, eyes that cannot see another world.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

No matter how inconspicuous the other factors were, that face was enough to cheer him up.

"...Masaharu Nakahara." This time, Masaharu answered.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru blinked, "Isn't this even more bizarre?"

Obviously it was a name that should surprise him, but because it was matched with this face, Gojo Satoru felt that it should be so.

"Who is your brother?"

"I don't have an older brother with the same father and mother." Yazhi said, "but I have an older brother who adopted me."

"You don't have parents?"

"I was lost in my infancy."

Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue.

It's over, this sounds more and more like a son.

But giving your son your own name, no matter what, it's too funny... Could it be that the woman misses the irresponsible scumbag?

Do not……

Gojo Satoru felt a little guilty for his random speculation.

Because Akashi Masaharu would never do such a thing.

... Unless someone plotted against it?

***

Nakahara Masaharu was not entangled for too long, because Gojo Satoru was called away by a phone call.

He felt a little reluctant when he left, he grabbed the little yellow cap on Yazhi's head, and twirled his index finger twice, "I'll pay you back this one next time, don't forget me, I know children are very forgetful."

Ha ha?

Masaharu Nakahara looked in shock at his hat being taken away by him openly,

Is this person okay? Why grab something from a primary school student.

He chased after him, "Give it back to me, I won't forget it, I have a good memory."

"It's okay, you won't forget me, and you may forget me. In order to remind me of you all at once, let's keep a memorial."

Masaharu Nakahara took his hand, "Give it back to me." He took off the name tag on his schoolbag, "This is for you, but I have to return the hat. My brother bought it for me."

"..." Wujo Wu glanced at the hat in his hand, "I remember it was issued by Tongtong?"

"It has my name written on it by my brother."

"It's not that I won't return it to you."

"No, what if I lose it." Masaharu Nakahara frowned,

Then, he heard a particularly distasteful voice from beside him, "Bullying a primary school student will break you down."

Yazhi turned his head and saw the afro boy staring at him in the office, he immediately nodded in agreement, "This is the school gate, I will call the security guard."

The reason why they didn't call out was because they were thinking of their former acquaintance.

"You two..."

Although they were yelled at by them for a while, Gojo Satoru was not angry.

He lightly put the hat back on the top of Yazhi's head, this action can be called gentle, "Give it back to you, I will accept the name tag."

Then, he added, "Nice haircut."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

Zhongye! !Someone praised your hair style——!It's not a lie this time!

***

After being separated from the two of them, Masaharu Nakahara only hated himself for not being able to shake Darryl's neck,

"So what happened to those two people!" he asked. "In the picture I remember, that tall man, Go, Gojo Satoru, right? He looks about 20 years old, and his face is not different How much, but nine years have passed since my reincarnation."

He must be at least 30 years old now, right?

"What are you excited about?" Darryl folded his chest, "Maybe he grew up young? Isn't he handsome?"

Masaharu Nakahara grinned without a smile on his face, "You think I can't see the numbers above his head?"

Calculated by the difference in countdown to death, the last time Masaharu Nakahara saw him was three years ago.

But this is absolutely impossible.

Darryl opened his arms and shrugged, "Is there anything impossible, your reincarnation is already the greatest impossibility."

"Then doesn't this mean...doesn't it mean..."

Two identical souls can exist in one time and space at the same time.

"Wouldn't I be my last life in the next life now?"

"Impossible." Darryl's voice was light, "You can't have a next life, the human soul can only endure three reincarnations, if you die this time, you might be broken into slag."

Masaharu Nakahara is a bit ptsd about being broken into scum, "It's okay... Anyway, I won't die even if my head is cut off now."

Under the protection of tiredness, he can always avoid dangers again and again.

Masaharu Nakahara once had a critical situation, that is, when he derailed the suicide man.

When he stepped off the safety platform, he was actually exposed to danger. The train approaching them represented inevitable death. At that time, he thought nothing of it, grabbed the man's arm and walked back. pull.

And Masaharu can't turn on the switch of ghosting like instinct, he even needs to brew his mood every time, and take the power extraction as a necessary procedure to do it deliberately, but that time, he didn't even have the idea of ​​owning the power of ghosts .

He vigorously dragged the suicide victim onto the safety platform, and everyone screamed as if they could breathe again.

"Little brother, are you not injured?"

"The police, how could there be such a big omission!"

"My God, how dare you rush in—"

They couldn't believe it, everything happened so suddenly, they only knew that a figure flashed before their eyes, and few people noticed other details.

"……it hurts……"

Masaharu Nakahara heard a faint cry of pain from his side.

As if he came back to his senses, he turned his head to look.

The person pulled up by him was kneeling on the ground, his wrist was tightly held by him...it seemed to be injured.

The surrounding atmosphere became mixed, eyesight became superior, and hearing was extremely sensitive. Masaharu Nakahara realized that he had used that power at this moment.

It's not that he moves with his heart, but that power has the consciousness to protect him.

...Originally, Lei gave him this power through the god of death to protect him.

***

The next day, Masaharu Nakahara went out to find that afro boy... Well, Nakahara said to be more polite, let's call him Hui.

He is a fourth grader, and Nakahara Masaharu took a little effort to find him.

"What?"

Called out from the class during recess, Fu Heihui asked lightly,

Masaharu cut to the chase, "What is a conjurer?"

And Fu Heihui seemed to have expected it long ago, "It's not something you should know."

"But Mr. Wujo will come to me in the future, I want to know something first."

It seemed that Mr. Gojo's address made him feel uncomfortable, and Fukui Hui's expression was extremely weird for a moment.He looked at Masaharu, and returned to his expressionless face, "Don't talk to him, you will become stupid."

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."

He asked straightforwardly and curiously, "Why?"

"Because he...is very unreliable."

Even so, Fu Heihui had never seen Gojo Satoru like that.

...should be happy.

I was so happy that I walked a little more briskly, and I almost hummed and danced in circles.

Even though he was assigned an important and complicated task, the corners of his lips never drooped, as if he was more angry than before, and his tone of voice was raised when he spoke.

"Are you really happy?"

Because it was so rare, Fu Heihui couldn't help asking him, "Why are you happy?"

"You don't understand." Gojo Satoru answered him, "Although it's just a resemblance... But, he seems to be back, and he feels motivated to do everything."

Fu Heihui seemed to have guessed who that person was.

After all, Gojo Satoru rarely kept photos.

but……

"It's just similar, and it's not that person." He said, "Wouldn't it be emotional, regretful?"

"So you don't understand."

"He brought my memory back to life, and how can a good memory be painful?"

Even if that memory ends abruptly, don't vent your resentment everywhere.

Fu Heihui felt that Masaharu Nakahara, who was dragged in for no reason, was a bit pitiful, so he persuaded Masaharu, "If he doesn't measure up, the farther you get away from him, the more..."

His voice faded away, and then he showed a frightened expression,

Something dark and viscous gathered under the feet of Masaharu Nakahara. The unidentified thing twisted and stretched, and its body became bigger and bigger. It gradually condensed two heads and facial features that were very similar to humans, almost turning into a real body. Evil thoughts came overwhelmingly.

Masaharu Nakahara's heart skipped a beat, and he looked back abruptly,

In mid-air, the terrifying and disgusting alien was twisting and trembling, as if extremely excited, and shouted in a shrill voice,

"Masaharu, my Masaharu, mother's child—"

***

Its presence is a symbol.

It symbolizes that Masaharu's soul has recovered to a point where the wandering curse spirit can lock him.

Just a voice, a call, and a shape awakened Masaharu's dusty memory.