Chapter 8 7

"...And who did you pick up this time?"

Shoko Ieiri, who had been hastily pulled from the laboratory, stood there listlessly, her shoulders shrugged, and casually glanced at the person he was hugging and cuddling.

Judging from her figure, she's a slender woman. I wonder what she's up to now, or rather, what trouble she's gotten herself into.

It's best not to add to her workload, otherwise—

……never mind.

I won't ask for trouble.

"My girlfriend, oh, Shoko."

"..."

Who could possibly stand his personality? Could it be that he's been fooled by his appearance?

She was having all sorts of random thoughts.

Wait... what did he say?

She opened her tired, sleep-deprived eyes wide, but even that couldn't fully express her surprise.

This...no...

What was he so smug about...? Ieiri Shoko quickly calmed down, took out gloves, and adopted a proper doctor's demeanor.

This amount of bleeding is very dangerous.

Gojo Satoru put the person down, but he himself remained rooted to the spot, standing there like a giant.

"Even if she's my girlfriend..."

Ieyasu Koko is considering how to persuade this troublesome guy to leave.

"Actually, it's my wife!"

...

I don't even believe you anymore when you said she was your girlfriend.

"..."

Not knowing what to say, he could only stare at Gojo Satoru, hoping he would back down.

It is impossible to back down when faced with difficulties.

Gojo Satoru then clung to her and stood beside her.

"..."

She had always known that Gojo Satoru didn't care about worldly ethics, but... this situation was still beyond her expectations.

They've really gone this far with no bottom line.

"Wu, I need to take off my clothes."

Are you sure you want to stay here?

...

^_^

He tilted his head, his usual mischievous smile on his face.

"...Gojo Satoru."

What happened before is the past, but now Ieiri Shoko feels that this time it went a bit too far.

If it's a corpse, then look at it; but this is a living person.

A living person, a woman.

This is a big problem.

“If we don’t keep an eye on her, Shoko will definitely kill her.”

However, the likelihood of Shoko being killed is very high.

Gojo Satoru spoke with absolute certainty, and even nodded self-righteously.

"Shoko will definitely take off the blindfold I put on her."

I want to pick it even more now.

"Do you want to pick them even more now?"

...

What the hell is this?

"It's kind of like verifying some things..."

Then, Ieiri Shoko was lifted up by Gojo Satoru with one hand and experienced teleportation.

"how--"

There's no need to say anything more; Ieiri Shoko understood Gojo Satoru's words, "[You will definitely kill her]," in just one glance.

She immediately closed her eyes, but her mind was filled with that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Unable to forget, he gradually developed romantic thoughts, yet murderous intent surged within him.

Kill her.

"You've already treated her."

Ieiri Shoko no longer had the mind to hold grudges.

They've already used the reversal technique, so why send her here? Isn't it just to test whether she'll be bewitched?

It seems that Gojo Satoru is the same; he's been caught in the same trap.

that is……

She is very beautiful.

If she dies, it would be nice if we could give her our body.

...

Forget it, if Gojo Satoru gets caught, I definitely won't be able to get it.

"Wow, even with serious injuries and blood loss, you can dodge so quickly." Gojo Satoru loosened his grip and put Ieiri Shoko aside. "Shoko, move aside, I'm going to catch the cat."

"Don't open your eyes, Shoko."

The subtext of this sentence is: Don't look at my girlfriend.

How did I suddenly come to understand these strange things?

Ieyasu Koko groped her way along the wall to move to a new position, listening to the constant cracking sounds in the room while trying to control herself and sighing.

trouble.

"I'm your savior, don't be so nervous."

No matter how fast you approached in this not-so-spacious room, she kept you within two meters.

No progress can be made.

He was at least somewhat serious, so she wasn't much worse.

It's commendable that she managed to hide with him until now, given her extremely weak body.

That's about it.

Five insights to be gained.

Even with a reverse surgery to repair the wound, someone who has lost a lot of blood will still need to lie in bed for a while.

Moreover, Gojo Satoru didn't want to see her being overly wary of him.

Logically, this is the right thing to do, but emotions seem to take precedence.

You shouldn't be so wary of me. Trust me more, trust me completely.

"The injured should just stay in bed."

Gojo Satoru pinned her down with a bit of force.

There's no way around it, it's too slippery, you can't get a grip unless you're a little rough.

“Shoko, bring out the rope.” After a pause, he added, “A spell-casting tool would be best.”

"...There is no such thing."

Finally, Ieiri Shoko took out a rope and reluctantly tied her to the bed.

“It’s urgent, Shoko. We have to catch her if she runs away.”

Gojo Satoru had already covered her face, and Ieiri Shoko tried her best to avoid glancing up at her.

That's definitely more urgent. There are still students in the college, and she's not sure how abstinent and restrained those students are, but if she wants to escape... only Gojo Satoru can catch her.

Where did you find it?

Last time it was a two-sided Sukuna vessel, and this time it's...

How to put it...

Curse it, curse love.

No wonder it runs away as soon as it sees someone.

But she...

"You haven't spoken at all. Is there something wrong with your vocal cords?"

Ieiri Shoko was eager to find out what was going on, but Gojo Satoru grabbed her and pulled her to the spot.

There's nothing wrong with her vocal cords; she just doesn't want to talk.

Not necessarily.

Being knocked unconscious and taken away, it's understandable that one would be a little angry upon opening their eyes to see a stranger, and would likely question them or something.

For example, who are you, where are you, what are you here, and what are you here to do...

She didn't say anything at all, and started fighting right away. If it weren't for Gojo Satoru being there, things would have been really difficult.

"And now?" Ieiri Shoko asked, her hands in her pockets, fidgeting with her fingers as if she wanted a cigarette. "Just leave her here?"

To be honest, Ieiri Shoko was a little worried about herself. With such a strong, bewitching attraction, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't do anything to Gojo Satoru in his absence.

Given her abilities, even without a cursed artifact, she couldn't be trapped for long; she's probably thinking about how to escape.

"How could that be?" Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, shaking his head as he leaned closer to the person tied to the bed.

Can you hear me?

I can hear it.

She turned her head to the side.

This action aroused Gojo Satoru's interest, and he began to talk incessantly.

He was already a decent person who didn't talk much, but now he's just irreplaceable trash.

Aren't you going to say anything?

"Want to exchange names?"

He remained completely still, utterly ignoring Gojo Satoru.

"Ah... this is troublesome."

Talking to himself has always been Gojo Satoru's forte, and he has never changed this trait.

"You must be [Shun]."

That's it.

Goodness, how did you figure that out?

[Shun] Ieiri Shoko has a vague recollection of this person. Even though she spends all her time working overtime and staying up late, she still knows a little about this person whom her superiors are quite wary of.

The amount of information we received was pitifully small.

A highly active technique-based killer in a short period of time.

They frequently accept orders, and without exception, all of them have a perfect win rate.

It's unclear whether he's a sorcerer or a curse master, so he's called the "sorcerer killer" because he takes jobs from both.

They do it very cleanly, skillfully, and with rich experience. They usually don't make much noise when they strike, but often deliver a fatal blow.

He was a mysterious killer who caused the higher-ups a lot of headaches because they could never catch him when they tried to surround him; he was always an empty place without leaving a trace.

I've heard that professional trackers all fail miserably, or are quietly eliminated.

What? The opponent is a very young girl.

The younger generation is truly formidable. No wonder they couldn't catch her; she's probably been hiding from Gojo Satoru all along.

But... I'm curious.

Since he's been hiding from Gojo Satoru all along and is quite self-aware, how did he manage to get caught and brought back this time?

Previously, Gojo Satoru had been asked by higher-ups multiple times to capture [Shun], but all his attempts failed.

...They weren't caught before, so could they have escaped this time?

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...

Ball of yarn.

Airi Matsuzaka's brain is currently a ball of yarn.

Extremely chaotic.

He was saved from near death.

That person was Gojo Satoru, whom she had been hiding from for a long time. He was the strongest in the world of jutsu and the person that Natsume had specifically warned her about.

I was knocked unconscious, and when I opened my eyes, I was in the medical room.

He tried to put up a fight, but he probably got killed by Gojo Satoru. He didn't expect Gojo to only try to outspeed him with teleportation...

Ball of yarn.

She's tied to the bed now, and honestly, she could run away very quickly; the rope can't hold her down, but...

Why isn't Gojo Satoru leaving yet?

Ball of yarn.

It's so noisy.

Whether she blinks or not is not important now. She feels that death can be put aside. She should just run away from the strongest person in the world of sorcery first.

It's too dangerous; we can't win.

He was still rambling on and on.

...

Ball of yarn.

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When Xia Youjie arrived at the scene after receiving the news, the person was already gone.

There was nothing else but fragments of Amamiya Emi's body scattered on the ground.

"We're late."

This is troublesome, even more troublesome than Airi's suicide.

That guy, Satoru, won't let Airi get away; that would be worse than death.

This is probably the worst possible outcome Xia Youjie envisioned.

"Um?"

Under the moonlight, the pool of flesh on the ground began to wriggle, eventually turning into purple mist and dissipating.

"interesting."

Amamiya Emi has become a cursed spirit.

It was the aura of a curse, very unfamiliar, and besides Emi Amamiya, there was another person...

"Ah, it was him."