Chapter 148: Issues of one generation must be resolved in the same generation

"After all, there's a screen between us, so how can you say we've seen each other?" Gojo Satoru said calmly.

This son of God from the Gojo family definitely came with bad intentions, and his current demeanor doesn't show that he's willing to let them go without doing anything. It was also the first time that Kamo Tsukiyuki actually saw Rokugan, and the pressure it gave him was indeed as the rumors said, like the sky falling.

"Oh, is the Son of God of the Gojo family also going to interfere in the succession of thrones in other families?" Kamo Tsukuyuki was not panicked at all. It seemed that he had never thought of hiding it from the beginning to the end. Even if it was a special-grade cursed spirit, he would always carry it with him. Even when he came to a gathering of high-level cursed people, he would not hesitate to bring it in, and he did not shy away from his uniqueness.

This is indeed a problem. Gojo Satoru has his own identity and position, even though he seldom cares about it. However, in older classes, people care more about the difference in status, because when you put in a lot of effort, the other party will not appreciate it.

Instead, it will alert you. Because the meat will rot in the pot, the extra beggars are the real enemies. Even modern people rarely interfere in other people's family affairs. There is no name and no need.

At least now he hasn't killed even a sorcerer from the outside world. Gojo Satoru grinned, "I don't care. This is the only cursed spirit that accompanies the sorcerer at all times. It is completely different from the 'curse spirit manipulation technique'. I have to come and see it no matter what. If you are a threat to the sorcery world, I will simply kill you right here at the source to prevent any trouble in the future."

Kamo Tsukuyuki also laughed, and he said with enlightenment: "So that's how it is. The number one person in the world of sorcery actually regards the entire world of sorcery as his own backyard. He doesn't care about the intrigues and tricks in it, but as long as there is a change that is not what you expected, you will suppress it with all your strength and cannot tolerate any growth of it. You say you are a reformer in the world of sorcery, but in fact, you, Gojo Satoru, are the most loyal guard dog of the conservative school, right?" He glanced at him sideways.

Gojo Satoru was extremely angry, he didn't expect someone to speak so harshly, it made him feel more disgusted than scolding him with the dirtiest words, every hair on his body was telling of resistance, being classified as a rotten orange, and even as their dog, made him feel dirty, from the inside out.

There were huge waves in his beautiful eyes, and he stared at him intently: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's dirty talk, Kamo Tsukuyuki smiled and said, "Isn't it? Think about it, you talk about reform, but have you really done anything that matches your status as the number one person in the world of sorcery?"

The atmosphere at the scene was so depressing that it was suffocating. Except for the two people and the cursed spirit at the beginning, no one could remain calm. Kamo Tsukuyuki was still smiling, but his smile gradually revealed its fakeness. He began to reveal part of his true nature: "I knew that the main branch of the Kamo family was already rotten, and I never had any expectations for the top leaders of the sorcery world. And now that I have come to see for myself, they are indeed - rotten."

"'A piece of trash who can't even feel the power of magic...'"

"Do you know how they view this world?" Kamo Tsukuyuki began to recall what he heard after arriving at the gathering.

"'How annoying! From ancient times to the present, it has always been these rubbish that has occupied the most land. Now they have the audacity to call themselves the masters of the world. These guys...'"

"Are there other ordinary people besides them?"

"'There's no need to worry about them. They're so densely packed together, just like insects, they can never be killed off. Giving them resources would be a waste. These lives are so tiny. We just need to maintain a minimum number and reproduce..."

"It's like rotten meat paste," Kamo Tsukiyuki recalled those words, and he said, "If we don't remove them quickly, and use the most fertile and warm soil to nurture them, a bunch of deformed species will be born as a result."

"Even I don't dare to have such an idea," he smiled. "They are really brave and open-minded. They look at the world and their kind in such a 'unique' way."

"Look," he leaned over and said, "You are such a high-level figure in the world of sorcery, and you haven't changed at all. And when there is a change, you are the first to jump out. Isn't this the way to defend yourself..." What is it?

Before he could finish his words, overwhelming pressure surged in from the front. Gojo Satoru looked at him expressionlessly, with a terrifying indifference in his pale blue eyes. His body was motionless, but a powerful repulsive force emanated from him. Kamo Tsukuyuki was forced to fly backwards, and in the strong wind, he had to raise his hands to shield his eyes from looking at him.

Cang followed him. The sorcerer from the Kamo family in the car hurriedly said something to the person on the other end of the phone. He looked at the person in front of him with fear on his face and said in panic: "It's Rokugan, the one from the Gojo family... the strongest..."

“Those guys are indeed scum that makes people want to vomit at the mere smell of them.” Gojo Satoru looked up at him, “I have also thought about whether to take action against them… but that is not a reason for you to confuse concepts here.”

"They are disgusting, but what does this have to do with your own danger?" Gojo Satoru took a step forward and said, "The combination of cursed spirits and sorcerers is full of uncertainty. Sorcerers are the last line of defense between cursed spirits and humans. If you use spells, it's fine, but in my opinion, the relationship between you doesn't seem to restrict each other. In any case, isn't it the right thing to do to confirm your situation?"

His pupils glowed blue, a sign that the technique was being performed. Under the sunny sky and white clouds, he seemed like the agent of heaven.

But even so, Kamo Tsukiyuki did not show any fear. As expected, he is someone who could fight his way out of the three great families. He laughed even more wantonly: "And you still say it's not true? You rush to eliminate the uncertainty, and you're not a conservative?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Gojo Satoru's calm face. Now, he couldn't help but feel annoyed when he heard the word "conservative", which had never happened to him after he opened the Six Eyes Technique. His expression became even colder.

"Or are your reforms just slogans?" Kamo Tsukiyuki regained his balance after being pushed out. He tilted his head slightly and said, "Yes, to judge a person's position, we should not look at what he says, but what he does."

"What did you do? Did you create some reform regulations, or implement some new rules for the world of magic?" He looked puzzled.

"Oh, neither. You went to be a teacher at the Jujutsu High School." He said calmly, "You didn't do anything. You used your status as the first person to mingle with the people of the next generation."

"What do you want to do?" Kamo Tsukiyuki raised his eyes and said sarcastically, "Put your hope on the next generation. I understand. The future is always good. You still have hope for this world."

"But, if even you, who prides yourself on being the 'strongest', can't do it, why do you think the next generation of kids who are not even as good as you can do it?" He was really confused.

"How much will they have to pay to achieve that? How much time will it take?" Kamo Tsukiyuki's gaze seemed to pierce through something: "You want reform without bloodshed?" He straightened his clothes and walked forward brazenly: "What a naive and ridiculous idea!"

"Are you still living at the age of six or seven?" He sarcastically said, "Are the reforms you want to carry out a dinner party for children? If you don't let them bleed, the people you have high hopes for will pay with their blood for generations to come. Your momentary weakness will be paid for by future generations."

"The issues of one generation must be resolved within that generation. If you really want to pass all the burdens to the next generation and call it 'expectation'," he continued to move forward. At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who had always been calm, had the urge to step back. "Then I can only say that this is truly a cowardly act."

Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly widened. Larger fluctuations broke out with them as the center. Countless "swimming dragons" of white bones appeared in an instant, as if that day was replayed, and the proud figure with white hair stepped into the sky. The driver of the Kamo family in the car didn't dare to stay there any longer. He kicked his feet hard and the car sped away from the battlefield like an arrow. No one at the scene even looked at him.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and said nothing. Maybe he didn't know what to say at this moment. He had never taken people who were good at talking seriously before, but today, he knew for the first time what it felt like when someone's words were like a flaming sword, piercing his heart.

Cang also flew up, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, an evil smile overflowing from his lips. He stood in front of Gojo Satoru, making a strange gesture with his slender fingers, standing in the cage of bones, like the master of the land, facing the usurpatory intruder.

This time, Kamo Tsukuyuki did not just stand behind. He stretched out his hand and also launched his own technique.