Chapter 71

The gods lacked weapons and followers.

Wow.

sharp.

Fuyuki hid in a corner watching the ultimate clash ahead. The strongest and the strongest were not willing to admit defeat to each other, and they seemed determined to write their names backwards if they didn't beat each other through.

This battle was truly spectacular.

Bloodstained, and reckless.

The desire to kill the opponent, even with all one's might, never ceased.

He killed him.

He was going to kill him.

The two ideas aligned, and the killing intent erupted. The clash of extremes left everyone bewildered. Only when Fuyuki erected a small shield beside him could the raging storm not hit him.

That's quite a spectacle.

She rarely saw a battle of this scale; it was comparable to those guys in Yokohama, a bunch of people facing demolition.

The battle raged back and forth.

A situation has arisen where neither side has the upper hand.

Gojo Satoru has successfully grown up.

The reversal technique significantly improved his abilities, but the result was as expected—

Fuhesh was dead.

After waiting for a long time, the white figure left as she wished.

Their battle left nothing behind.

There were no obstacles left in front of Fuyuki.

Her small body was able to stay in place thanks to the shield.

She sighed.

He squatted down next to Fuhesh'er's corpse like a little adult.

Fuyuki scolded him: "I told you not to, you couldn't beat him. Now that you're dead, who can you blame? Nobody can blame you, because you're dead."

"Bad kid."

She called him "bad," but then reached out her hand: "But it's okay, I want you."

The gods are lacking weapons and followers.

And at that moment, the weapon was right in front of them.

With the matter of Fukuro Jinji resolved and Riko's death successfully averted, this small mission can be considered a perfect completion.

As for what Gojo Satoru would feel when he saw the people he thought were dead open their eyes in the Panxing Sect, Fuyuki had no interest in that.

She stroked the fluffy little doll in her arms, then lay comfortably on the soft, cozy bed. To be honest, she felt the novelty had worn off, and she wasn't that keen on going out anymore.

For example, in the summer like this, it's better to lie in an air-conditioned room all day than to run around doing tasks.

Dog Roll's family treated her extremely well, providing her with delicious food, drinks, and fun activities; it was truly a very happy time for her.

Although it's all very simple in summary, she's really happy with this lazy lifestyle.

"Hmph hmph hmph~ Hmph hmph~ Hmph hmph hmph hmph~" The music played in my ears, and Dongshu hummed along softly. The light and lively music made the hot day more comfortable.

Thinking about the next few months of leisurely life, she happily rolled around on the bed again.

Her black eyes sparkled as she planned what she wanted to do next.

In short—

She happily made a peace sign.

yeah!

—

Two weeks after that incident, Riko and Ms. Kuroi had been sent away from the country, and they had successfully gained their freedom from the fate imposed upon them by others.

That will be their new life.

Especially for Riko Tennen, during those few days in Hokkaido, she gradually developed a longing for her own life.

At that time, she felt that she really wanted to continue living happily with her friends.

But Lord Tengen needs her.

She struggled, regretting yet remaining resolute.

The girl, who was burdened with the fate of being a star-like being from the very beginning, never had the chance to pursue her own freedom.

The strongest boy told her that she could choose to leave that place and escape her final destiny.

The sudden appearance of the cursed assassin was like a spell breaking her freedom; she could not escape her fate, and it seemed she had to die there.

However, the girl raised her finger and winked playfully.

They easily saved her life.

She said softly, "Just watch quietly for a while, it will be over soon."

"Can you please save everyone?"

Riko asked this urgently, her eyes reddening.

She knew she had gone too far, asking someone to do this for no reason...

But it's possible, isn't it?

Whether it means losing face or losing one's soul.

She didn't want dignity, she didn't want her soul, she also wanted—

Fuyuki gazed at her spirit form, as if he could see right through her thoughts.

The pure and gentle girl slowly shook her head: "What I need to do is almost over. They're not in the world."

They are not within the scope of the world's need for help.

Beneath her smiling face lay unspoken words, and she gazed at the tragically fated girl with her mysterious black eyes.

Fuyuki didn't feel pity. Perhaps she should be happy. Everything would be alright, for both the boys and girls and the world.

Because this is her mission, the meaning of the Saniwa's coming into this world.

Let the world remain stable forever.

In that case, she can do anything.

Seated leisurely on the high platform, looking down upon everything in the mortal world, the gods are not bound by any constraints.

As a level of power that should not exist in this world, Fuyuki—the God of Words—is immeasurable.

—

Gojo Satoru usually appears carefree, self-centered, and arrogant.

However, he never lacked the intelligence to think.

At least for things that seem very sad but ultimately result in no loss, one can still perceive the difference.

Someone did something.

absolute.

He had a hunch that, as he was on the verge of death, he heard a voice that pierced his soul and penetrated the very essence of life.

He said, "Faster."

Four words, extremely short, yet they permeate his entire existence.

Such a powerful and soul-stirring force is something that humans cannot possess.

It was just one sentence.

The passing of life is like being suddenly choked.

It becomes slow, yet lingering and profound.

It's just like the curse from Dog Roll's family.

Even before that moment, Gojo Satoru had already felt a strange sensation.

That is the origin of magic, the original, the most powerful, and the most rebellious force.

Reversal technique.

He seemed to have touched that vague and indistinct threshold.

It was completely different when Ieyasu taught them the Reversal Technique.

—Whoosh, then whoosh.

—Whoosh, whoosh.

The voices from the same period in his memory surfaced in his mind, and a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Reversing the technique isn't that difficult.

It's all a problem with the glass!

This is what Gojo Satoru, who has learned to reverse the sorcerer from death, thinks.

Although she was the first among the three of them to possess the Reversal Technique, Shoko's teaching ability still needs improvement!

Gojo Satoru smirked and patted Xia Youjie's shoulder in a cheeky manner.

"Hey Jay, you're the only one who can't reverse the spell!"

After saying that, he brought his face close to Xia Youjie's, and a magnified white-haired face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xia Youjie pushed his face away and said speechlessly, "Ah, ah, I know."

His thoughts were not on the present.

Xia Youjie gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, and he could never forget the way Tian Lizi had collapsed that day.

The blood gushing from the head, a fatal wound, was bright red and glaring, symbolizing the loss of life, while the smile that had decided to run towards freedom was frozen in time.

Riko survived thanks to an unknown person.

But the scene remained so vivid that it was etched deeply into his mind.

Meanwhile, the smiling faces of Riko and Ms. Kuroi as they boarded the plane created a stark contrast, like two different scenes of death and angels approaching.

The things I've always insisted on have started to waver a little.

Was what he did really right? He may be the strongest, but it doesn't seem so.

"Jay, hurry up, we're going to miss it!" Gojo Satoru's elegant voice boomed in his ear.

They're so loud and boisterous, they just can't stop.

He stood there casually in front of Xia Youjie, talking about how he was already late as if he wasn't.

Xia Youjie closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his face still bearing the familiar gentle smile, his hands in his pockets.

He reminded him, "Wu, you're already late."

"Hmm? Is that so? It doesn't matter, anyway, there's nothing important."

The two walked in the sunset. The last rays of sunlight of the day washed away the dust on their bodies. It was dazzling but not scorching, gently embracing the last injustices of the world.

The sun is selfless and great; it brings light to the world and also marks the end of its cycle.

It will reappear at dawn.

It said, "I will always be here."

The world says, I will always be here.

The beautiful yet fragile world opens its eyes and looks upon its people with a kind and gentle smile that conveys boundless tolerance and tenderness.

Children, take care.

Leaving a girl alone is truly the worst thing to do...

"So, you doubt me like that?" Fuyuki tapped the corner of the table and looked at the person in front of him.

Right now, all she wants to do is stay home and continue to enjoy life happily.

"Doesn't that make a lot of sense? I heard it, your voice." Gojo Satoru said confidently, raising his small round sunglasses.

Fuyuki blinked at him: "Oh, and then?"

Gojo Satoru blinked: "So... I don't know either."

He cupped his face in his hands and looked up at the sky, looking every bit the JK (high school girl) student.

Dongshu felt a chill. This guy was more than ten years older than him, so why did he always make such movements that made people's hands itch?

Gojo Satoru observed carefully, but all he could see above him was a closed ceiling.

The wooden boards were printed with intricate and beautiful patterns, which perfectly complemented the atmosphere of the room, making it mysterious and alluring.

The two remained silent for a long time before Fuyuki slowly took a sip of tea.

Gojo Satoru lowered his voice:

"I don't know what you're trying to do either."

Helpless, he suddenly added in a cheeky tone, "Can't we just say it directly? What secrets could we possibly have between us? You agree, right?"

Dongshu calmly sipped his tea.

She laughed twice, mimicking Mikazuki Munechika's mannerisms.

Funny yet elegant.

Immediately afterwards, Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and scanned Fuyuki with his sharp gaze.

He seemed to want to see the person in front of him clearly with his six eyes, his tone deep and meaningful.

"Xiao~Shen~Ming~"