Chapter 160

The world of sorcery, where death sentences are commonplace

A few days later, Dongshu wandered around Goujuan's house out of boredom. Several years had passed in the blink of an eye. The clansmen she used to know were either doing great things outside or had reached school age and generally wouldn't come back.

She sighed wistfully, resting her chin on her hand.

Ah, life...

What's wrong with life?

Fuheishen leaned against the door frame, tossing a dagger up and down in his hand, looking quite content.

"Just a normal observation." Seeing him approach, Dongshu immediately stood up and moved closer. "Have you been taking any orders lately? Is there anything interesting you can do?"

The days when the two of them would always meet unexpectedly and start doing missions together still seem like yesterday.

"No." Fuheshchen wasn't interested in those utterly insignificant lists; he'd rather spend that time watching another brat.

"Kids go to amusement parks all the time, don't they? Aren't those your favorite things?"

"That's so boring, I'll probably be all alone." Fuyuki pouted. She looked at the empty courtyard and suddenly thought of something. Her eyes lit up and then dimmed. "I really want to play with the grown-up Thorn, but he must be very busy at school now."

A sense of regret.

"Busy? That can't stop these guys from being so enthusiastic about you." Fuheshen yawned lazily, stood up, waved his hand, and walked out.

"I'm leaving. Figure it out yourself."

Anyway, I'll have to go to that advanced sorcery school eventually.

Who knows who will win today's race? Tsk.

Dongshu leaned helplessly against the door frame, watching his departing figure disappear. Although she had planned everything she needed to do, the waiting time was so long and unbearable.

"Spellcasting... Advanced..." Good heavens, the bored god is really going to come and see your study life this time.

Gojo Satoru should be there now.

In that case, we can just go directly there.

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Highly skilled in sorcery.

The campus, which should have been quiet, became noisy because of the uninvited guests.

"Why are you suddenly barging into the High School of Spellcasting?!"

"I didn't! You're such a childish kid to tell the teacher about something like this!"

"You're the childish one! This matter can't be resolved without ten Daifuku!" Gojo Satoru bent down and grabbed Fuyuki's shoulder tightly, as if afraid that Fuyuki would run away and deny everything.

"If it weren't for me, you would have been sentenced to death by those rotten oranges today!"

The death penalty is not that simple!

“I can handle this myself.” Fuyuki retorted, gripping Maeda Toushirou’s arm tightly and launching a fierce attack from behind the tsukumogami.

She'll sentence them all to death sooner or later for just a few rotten oranges!

"Stop arguing!"

Moth Zhengdao's temples throbbed, and he slammed his fist on the table. He was furious when he saw the two little brats, one big and one small, suddenly quiet down.

He forced a kind smile: "Little friend, whose child are you? What brings you here?"

Dongshu smiled sweetly: "Uncle, I've come to play with Ji."

He understood; it was the Goujuan family's child.

He had heard about the tragic death of a child that Gou Juan had painstakingly found a few years ago, but he never expected...

His gaze fell on the equally well-behaved boy with bobbed hair next to the other person.

Maeda Toushirou sensed the gaze, calmly shifting his eyes from his master to look back at him.

Didn't expect to find another child with a similar surgical procedure?

After sighing for a long time, Moth Masamichi suddenly handed a rabbit doll to Fuyuki.

Winter Tree and Rabbit stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Then he turned to Wu and said, "Wu, take her to find Gou Juan."

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms: "I don't want to, that brat can go find it himself."

"I don't need him. I can do this little thing myself." Fuyuki also crossed her arms, clearly dissatisfied with the person who started arguing with her the moment they met.

Unexpectedly, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The first time she met Gojo Satoru was not to eat dessert or go shopping together, but to bicker with him like elementary school students.

This man is getting more and more childish as he grows up.

His gaze fell on the other person's spiky hair, and he could no longer hide his disgust.

The ends of the hair, which should have been pure white, have changed color.

They had been alert when they discovered her intrusion, but before they could even see each other clearly, they instantly clashed. Spiritual energy surged from above like flames, leaving the top layer completely black.

Gojo Satoru, who was already exceptionally tall and had an extremely straight posture, now looked even more like a calligraphy brush with a black dot on his head.

Although the two kids held their own opinions, in the end, under the principal's iron fist, Gojo Satoru still took Fuyuki to find Inu-maki Toshiki.

As Fuyuki looked around, the entire school was eerily empty. A school specializing in sorcerers was indeed very different from an ordinary school.

When she finally saw the familiar white-haired child, she was surprised to find—

The well-behaved child I was as a child looks so much like a delinquent now!

And this hair...?

She looked at Gojo Satoru repeatedly, then at Inujuu Thorn.

Could he have copied his teacher's style?!

!!

Oh my god.

Why has this child, who used to be so well-behaved and playful with her, become like this? It's definitely not the fault of her family's upbringing.

The atmosphere at Dog Roll's house is very good thanks to her involvement.

“Thorn—” Gojo Satoru waved to the dog-like Thorn on the training field.

The boy, who was sitting drinking water and wiping his sweat, heard the sound and looked over.

Then, the three teammates who were training together on the field also looked over, and when they saw that it was their unscrupulous teacher, they tacitly looked away.

Gojo Satoru beckoned him over.

Dog-Curl Thorn tilts its head: "?"

He blinked.

Gojo Satoru led him to a tree not far away, where Fuyuki was waiting.

"Alright, mission accomplished. You two can have a good chat now."

His figure disappeared quickly, and he darted into the training field to begin training the students.

Fuyuki glanced at it.

...It's better not to watch it.

She looked away, then at the puzzled boy before her, and cleared her throat: "Thorn."

"Kombu," Dog-Roll Thorn greeted stiffly.

It's a phrase that rice ballers have already mastered.

She knew that the Gou Juan family must have raised the child very well over the years.

Looking at the boy who appeared noticeably more innocent as he walked up to her, Fuyuki suddenly had a mischievous thought. She cleared her throat and feigned profundity:

"Do you remember me? I used to hold you when you were little."

Dog-Turned Thorns: "...?"

Why would the deity say that? They probably... never hugged him, right?

Dongshu found his bewildered look amusing and assumed the child hadn't recognized him, so he casually said, "Give me some water."

Dog Curl's body stiffened as he watched his body move on its own without his will.

The adult's strength was many times greater than his.

No, it's incomparable.

Dongshu chuckled softly.

She took the bottle of water, then opened the cap and put it back in the other person's hand.

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you."

It was a familiar power, but different from his incantation.

Dog Curly took a sip of water, his body tense, and felt that he had regained control of his body.

He blinked, looking at the girl's smiling face, and his hazy childhood memories suddenly became clear.

Fuyuki is happy to see Thorn as he is now; he would have liked it even more if it didn't have that frizzy, hairy look.

Of course, it's cute this way too.

Seeing her child grow up so much overnight, Dongshu felt gratified, like an elder.

The next second, a clear, youthful voice was heard:

"Lord Fuyuki, it's a pleasure to meet you too."