Chapter 60

A Gossamer

"Hmm? Thank you?" Fuyuki responded hesitantly.

"Pfft, hahahahaha—" Gojo Satoru burst into laughter, wiping away the physiological tears from the corner of his eye. "This is really funny."

He adjusted his sunglasses and straightened his expression: "What's your name?"

Winter Tree blinked: "Winter Tree, Dog Roll Winter Tree."

That's also her new name.

"Dog Roll? Oh~ Dog Roll's family."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and said something nonsensical.

"Hey, run away, I'm about to show off my skills!"

Wu Tiao Wu moved his fingers, his eyes fixed on the sky; he had no interest in the dog-rolling family.

"......OK."

Given the scene of the cursed spirit escaping here, Fuyuki hesitated for a moment, but still ran to the corner in response.

Behind them, Gojo Satoru's arrogant voice soon rang out:

“Azure”.

As soon as the words were spoken, a tremendous amount of energy shot straight into the sky, causing the air to vibrate.

That's not enough.

Dongshu looked up and placed his hand over his eyes as if gazing into the distance, but his spiritual power had already transmitted all the information about what was happening in the distance.

Every time Gojo Satoru makes a move, it causes widespread destruction, precisely because the techniques he frequently uses are all of the large-scale destructive type.

"Huh?"

Gojo Satoru feigned doubt, nimbly stepping onto the black limbs extended by the cursed spirit, leaping rapidly closer, his cursed power precisely controlled.

He grabbed one of the horn-shaped objects that the cursed spirit emerged from with one hand, and with the other hand he struck out and released it. The cursed spirit in mid-air crashed to the ground, kicking up a lot of debris and dust.

"You're really weak," he stated the fact.

Gojo Satoru's face was full of unrestrained smiles. His body paused in mid-air for a moment before he swooped down towards the cursed spirit with the force of gravity.

Red energy gathered and concentrated, unlike the previous Cang, this time it was—

“Heh.”

The curse power was unleashed, all striking the cursed spirit before it could react.

The black fragments exploded and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, the curtain that had been set up shattered and disappeared, and apart from the destruction of the building, there was no trace of the cursed spirit left.

The battle ended exceptionally quickly; the mistake just now seemed like an illusion.

Dongshu blew on her hand; some small debris had just brushed against her. She hadn't maintained her shield for a while and had been accidentally injured, leaving a red mark on her finger.

It doesn't hurt much, just a little itchy.

Hello~

Her gentle tone made her look up again.

As expected, it was Gojo Satoru. He took out his sunglasses, put them on, and gave her a flamboyant smile. His black college uniform was unchanged except for a little dust.

Fuyuki politely replied, "Hello."

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"No."

Gojo Satoru asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Fuyuki firmly replied, "Really."

Gojo Satoru shook his head: "That wouldn't be interesting."

"Oh yeah, it's boring."

"Dog Roll, don't you have a spell?"

I could tell from his perfunctory tone.

However, the lackluster conversation did not dampen Gojo Satoru's enthusiasm; he continued to ask questions as if he had discovered a new continent.

"No."

Fuyuki was perfectly justified, since her power was called Spirit Words, and naturally she no longer possessed it.

"Wow, that's amazing! What's Fuyuki-chan's technique?"

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands exaggeratedly.

I won't tell you.

The winter tree remained unmoved.

She wasn't used to talking to such an outgoing person, but Gojo Satoru was surprisingly lively during her college years.

This was unexpected.

"Eh~"

He puffed out his cheeks and widened his eyes.

Dongshu suddenly had a hallucination of a kitten acting cute.

Dissatisfied with the human cub's perfunctory attitude, the hallucinating cat, with its hands tucked into its sleeves in a very JK-like manner, said, "That's really too much, Fuyuki-chan!"

"I've been accused," Fuyuki thought silently.

“No one usually tells others about their abilities easily, right?” She paused. “Wu-chan.”

Gojo Satoru didn't react much to her calling him a JK (high school girl), but instead tilted his head and after a while uttered two words: "Oh, right."

Seriously, she's kind of cute.

Dongshu looked away.

“However—” Gojo Satoru deliberately dragged out his words, and Fuyuki looked at him again, wanting to know what this person wanted to say next.

"Fuyuki-chan, you seem pretty strong."

His tone was still playful, but his eyes darkened: "I've never heard of the Dog Roll family having such a remarkable descendant."

Fuyuki calmly replied, "I was only recently brought back by the clan leader, so it's normal that Satoru-chan hasn't heard of me."

"Is that so?"

The oppressive feeling just now seemed like an illusion. Gojo Satoru returned to his original state, his beautiful eyes blank and beady.

What an innocent and adorable DK!

The child of the Cursed Sister is as beautiful as she is.

Winter Tree sighed.

She suddenly wanted to get a cat, the kind with white fur and blue eyes, and it would be even better if it could be affectionate.

I saw a pet store at Wanwu before, I'll check if they have one when I get back.

She pursed her lips and started putting on a show too.

Her dark eyes were moist, and her cheeks were slightly puffed out, making her look very aggrieved: "Go-chan, Go-chan, don't you believe me?"

"No, you're not lying, I can tell." Gojo Satoru, on the contrary, began to boast about his abilities with a confident air. "So don't worry, the strongest Gojo Satoru-sama would not wrong you."

Fuyuki: "?"

This is not quite what she expected. It seems that Sister Zhou's child can be made with a bit more stinky farts. This is nothing like what she expected.

Seeing Gojo Satoru proudly raise his thumb, Fuyuki shook his head, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Fuyuki didn't know why this guy suddenly started chatting with her, acting like they were old friends.

But she really enjoys talking to Wu Maomao, but doesn't like talking to Chou Pi Wu.

So she decisively said, "I'm going home."

She's going to run away from home.

"So fast?" Gojo Satoru looked at the sky. "It's still early."

"Yes, the adults at home won't worry if you go home early."

Fuyuki gave the usual explanation that a typical child would give.

But she forgot that children usually don't stay away from their parents for long periods of time without supervision.

However, Gojo Satoru was a child who didn't need parental supervision, so he asked, "Would you like some dessert?"

Fuyuki continued, "But I still need to go back..."

Gojo Satoru grinned: "They have super, super delicious limited-edition daifuku!"

Dongshu hesitated.

...What a tempting tactic.

She tried to resist: "No, no, please..."

Gojo Satoru grinned triumphantly and pointed in a direction: "It's not far, it's over there, only a ten-minute walk."

Fuyuki's eyes instantly hardened: "I want to eat it, please take me there!"

Gojo Satoru: "Aren't you going home? Fuyuki-chan~"

Dongshu shook his head, remaining adamant: "I don't want to go home, I want to eat daifuku!"

—

Wow!

"Wow!"

The white cat and the black cat's eyes lit up together, and then they simultaneously bit into the Xijiufu in their hands. Their invisible tails curled up, and the soft touch and sweet taste made it seem like a divine delicacy among Xijiufu!

It's not ice cream, but it tastes like ice cream! Edamame and fresh cream flavor, a divine treat!

"Isn't it super delicious?"

"Uh-huh!"

Fuyuki squinted, feeling as if she were about to experience a cherry blossom blizzard, just like everyone else.

Super delicious!

Shokudaikiri! Your adorable Saniwa wants this!

Dongshu ate while muttering to himself.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, far away in the citadel, sneezed and asked in confusion, "Can tsukumogami catch colds too?"

Gojo Satoru leaned back on the sofa, looking extremely generous: "This is one of my favorite styles, I'm sharing it with you today."

The Eye of Heaven gazed at the little guy opposite him, a smile playing on its lips, its eyes full of amusement.

—It's not a curse, at all.