Chapter 9, Part 8 (Revised)

Finally, Gojo Satoru carried the injured Miss Shun back to his residence. At this point, he no longer cared about male-female relationships or restraint and abstinence.

After all, no one but Gojo Satoru could capture her, and she possessed such a special and dangerous curse, so letting her go was obviously impossible.

"call……"

Ieyasu closed the door, looked at the shards on the floor, and sighed, rubbing her forehead.

They hadn't spent much time together, and it was just a glance, yet it had already affected them to this extent...

Things are almost stable now. Does the depth of the curse's influence depend on time?

She shook her head to clear her mind, and her thoughts gradually drifted away from what was out of control.

I wonder if I can use it for research.

Gojo Satoru and Shun have been together for so long without making a move, wow, they're the strongest...

Perhaps it can break the curse's influence.

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Airi Matsuzaka was placed on a soft sofa by him, and she could feel herself being watched.

A very strong sense of being stared at.

Then the cloth covering her face was removed.

It smells a little sweet, it's been used... Airi, who was subconsciously searching for information, fell silent for a few seconds.

Airi Matsusaka is a germaphobe.

She further reduced the negative favorability rating from the original level.

ball of yarn...

Under Gojo Satoru's gaze, the beautiful face hidden beneath the eye patch was gradually revealed; her eyes were lowered, and then...

Turn your head.

Gojo Satoru blinked, looking at the girl who only showed him the back of her head.

Even without her saying a word, her unhappiness was obvious.

For some unknown reason, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized a strange skill.

"We'll get you a new one."

He spoke to her in a rather serious tone.

Compared to his carefree and irresponsible demeanor, speaking like this can definitely be considered serious.

...

I've already covered it up, and now I have to replace it? I just want to wash my face...

I want to wash my face, but it feels dirty.

With the enemy and friend unknown, Airi Matsuzaka had already disregarded her own life and death. Severely wounded and falling into the hands of Satoru Gojo, could there be anything more difficult than this?

Still unhappy?

"Don't run away when I tell you to go wash your face."

As he spoke, he bent down and untied the knot that Airi Matsuzaka had loosened.

It seems this outcome was expected.

"Alright, can you stand up now? Go over there by yourself."

As Airi Matsuzaka moved in the direction he pointed, she was called back again.

"I don't need to go and catch you, do I?"

……Need not.

The self-aware Airi Matsuzaka never imagined she could outrun Satoru Gojo while washing her face.

Judging from the information they received, the identity of [Shun] could temporarily be of use to them, and the possibility of him escaping was very, very low.

Sending the strongest sorcerer to keep an eye on her is a really big move.

Rather than trying to escape only to be injured and captured again, it's better to recover first and wait for an opportunity to act.

"Mmm~ Good girl, good girl~"

Gojo Satoru, with his eye patch dangling from his eyes, stared straight at her without any covering, giving the person looking into those eyes a sense of gazing upon something mysterious and ethereal.

Airi Matsumoto lowered her eyelashes and stopped looking.

There's something strange about those eyes.

Excellent perception; in terms of physical skills... more agility than strength.

She has good talent; judging from the frequency with which she takes on jobs, she is a seasoned sorcerer.

Spellcasting is a bit special; it can copy any spell whose core principles have been analyzed. Using a copied spell beyond its limits would likely result in a backlash?

I wonder if the concept of "no bottom line" can be copied...

It's probably impossible; she doesn't have six eyes.

...

Oh, right.

Suddenly remembering something, Gojo Satoru lifted his foot and walked in the direction he had just pointed out to her.

If you're a germaphobe, you're probably agonizing over which towel to use right now.

Or just let the water on your face air dry naturally?

It's a very subtle feeling, like directly converting a person's thoughts and behaviors into words, so you can know what the other person is thinking and what they will do next without having to guess.

Even being apart didn't stop me from thinking about what she's doing now.

She needed some help, and then Gojo Satoru came.

It has nothing to do with unscientific telepathy or magic; it's simply something you can see through at a glance.

Hahahahaha.

Gojo Satoru walked into the washroom and laughed without any restraint.

The beautiful young woman, who was standing in front of the mirror blowing on her hands, glanced over and immediately stopped her amusing behavior.

Gojo Satoru came over, took out a new towel, and handed it to her.

"New".

His voice still carried the lingering laughter.

"Would you like to smell it?"

Seeing that she wouldn't take it, Gojo Satoru suddenly understood.

This time she took it quickly, but still wet it with water, wrung it out, and then wiped her face.

Gojo Satoru found it rather novel.

He adapted very quickly; it was a little surprising that even a professional assassin could be so ordinary.

The main reason is that he was able to remain so calm and composed even while under house arrest and seriously injured.

I guess he was planning to recover from his injury before running again?

After wiping the water off her face and hands, she washed the towel again, wrung it out, shook it flat, and folded it in half.

Then he held the towel by the two corners and stopped moving.

Don't want to see him?

Want to put a towel there?

She was trying to make me figure out what she wanted to do from her actions.

Does this mean they're completely shutting down?

However, the kind-hearted Gojo Satoru still pointed out where to put the towels.

Like a game of Pictionary, Gojo Satoru played quite well and took good care of the injured person.

He wanted to play something different, like a question-and-answer game, but the game couldn't continue if one side didn't speak.

(Although Gojo Satoru is acceptable.)

Don't be fooled by his relaxed demeanor; he's actually engaged in a tug-of-war inside.

The compulsive nature of the love curse meant that Gojo Satoru struggled with reason every single second.

He felt a pang of relief; thankfully, [Shun] hadn't run away while he was washing his face. Otherwise, his carefully maintained sanity might have crumbled.

Bring her back and punish her.

It's a good thing she can see reality clearly, and he doesn't want the young lady he fell in love with at first sight to suffer.

I can guarantee I won't kill [Shun], but physical suffering is inevitable.

Fortunately, she made the right choice. Gojo Satoru smiled faintly, deeply concealing the murderous intent evoked by the curse.

To avoid danger, the action of [instantaneous] action precedes consciousness.

Dormant, pending further notice.

It perfectly suits her identity as a sorcerer assassin.

Assassins are people who secretly wait for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Kill him? That's impossible; all I can think about is running away.

That's impressive, [Shun].

You hid from me for so long, but I still managed to catch you.

Gojo Satoru chuckled and uttered those words.

...

Plan loopholes...

That should have been the last day of her life.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't discovered her, she would have gotten what she wanted.

...

Silence, quiet.

Airi Matsuzaka becomes quiet when she can't answer questions. Because she lacks a question bank, she doesn't even have the words to respond with a sarcastic remark.

Many questions do not need to be answered.

Gojo Satoru, who could easily see through her thoughts, inevitably revealed some of his displeasure.

This manifests as: damage to the room and damage to the sofa.

Thinking she was about to fall flat on her backside, Matsuzaka Ai wanted to go away and calm down first.

He was pulled up by Gojo Satoru.

...What are you up to now?

"What are you up to now?"

"Um?"

...Mind reading?

"Can't read minds."

...Is this the unique skill of Gojo Satoru, the strongest in the world of jutsu?

It can read minds, perfect for cheating.

Her face practically screamed, simple, easy to understand, and easy to figure out.

Gojo Satoru, who was initially angry and ready to do something, suddenly lost his temper.

Gojo Satoru grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

"Don't take the small toys."

[Shun] has many small toys on him.

As an assassin, these little things were undoubtedly too well prepared.

Small hidden weapons were scattered all over his body.

Using it on him would be a waste.

The limitless spell has been dispelled. If [Instant] were to strike with all his might, he could certainly inflict a fatal wound, but the one who strikes first would definitely die.

...

Mind reading is truly amazing.

"Mmm~"

Gojo Satoru's mood value rose rapidly.

"What would you like to eat? I recommend Xijiufu with edamame and whipped cream!"

...

Airi Matsuzaka felt... she probably had nothing to talk about with this strongest person.

Yes, she can't speak either.

The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Gojo Satoru revealed a smile that would frighten even Ian Kagi and Ieiri Shoko.

The dangerous radar is beeping loudly.

"You definitely have to try it!"

...danger.

...I eat spicy food.

"Let's go, let's go."

Gojo Satoru finalized the itinerary on his own and took out an eye mask.

"It's new!"

I tried to tie the blindfold around her neck by pinching the two corners, but I was met with the expected rejection.

As expected.

But actually, I didn't want to be rejected by her at all.

Not even the slightest hint is acceptable.

Completely accepted, no excuses allowed.

He suppressed his surging emotions, and suddenly, reason prevailed; he no longer wanted to be manipulated by these unreasonable feelings.

He stepped back a few paces, trying to reach for the blindfold to put on, but his fingers found nothing before he realized that he had already given it to someone else.

He looked down and saw [Shun] adjusting his blindfold; his composure seemed to be crumbling again.

The goodwill towards robbers who are generally unreasonable.

But to think you can take me down with just this is to underestimate the strongest.

Curses... do you think you can defeat me?

"Hmm? Is it done?"

He waved.

"Come here, come here~"

Airi Matsuzaka, who had only moved one step and then stopped moving, was finally pulled over and picked up by him.

...The hidden weapon is so uncomfortable.

Thankfully I was dizzy.

"[Shun] Want to change positions?"

No.

I want to eat normal meals.

"If we don't replenish our sugar levels soon, [Shun] will become Sleeping Beauty."

"Hmm, Sleeping Beauty is actually quite nice too."

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The strongest in the world of sorcery, but also a scoundrel.

Airi Matsuzaka was fortunate enough to meet this legendary figure.

On the first day of her arrest, she was forced to eat the number one forbidden food on her diet—high-sugar food—at the other party's invitation.

Airi Matsusaka is someone who likes spicy food.

Although she doesn't have any dietary restrictions, she always avoids foods with high sugar content.

She has a very low tolerance for sweetness, except for fructose.