Chapter 119 Chapter 119 Daily Life

The sea breeze blew in with a hint of coolness, accompanied by the sound of waves hitting the rocks. The sun was slowly approaching the sea level, reflecting the surrounding clouds and the distant sea surface more and more sincerely and warmly.

Three people sat opposite each other on either side of a low table. In the middle of the table, a rectangular baking tray that took up half of the surface was roasting orange and white fish chunks. Inside the spherical seawater that was suspended in mid-air beside the table, a lot of seafood was swimming freely inside it, with no sense of danger at all.

Ban took a sip of the spirit wine in the cup and admired the rare beauty before his eyes, while Ali and Gojo Satoru seemed to have no aesthetic sense at the moment, and their attention was all focused on the barbecue on the middle table.

"Try it." Gojo Satoru was promoting his masterpiece to Ali.

Ali picked up the chopsticks and opened her lips with a little hesitation, but as soon as the fish entered her mouth, her eyes lit up instantly and she instantly abandoned the work she had been grilling for half a while.

The fish cut into pieces is crispy and fragrant, while the inside is sweet, tender and chewy. If you add a little vinegar to give it a sweet and sour taste, the spotted fish will definitely like it!

It's a pity that this fish has no spiritual energy...

Subconsciously glancing at Ban, who was sitting beside him tasting wine and didn't seem to have any intention of picking up his chopsticks, Ali's heart moved slightly, but his hands moved quickly.

She quickly picked up a piece of freshly grilled fish, and the spiritual energy flowed along the wooden chopsticks, quickly transferred to the fish and landed on the clean plate.

He casually exchanged a portion of fruit vinegar made from fermented spiritual fruit from the system and placed it on the table in front of Madara. Under Gojo Satoru's stunned gaze, he took a few more pieces and put them on the plate. Only then did Ali signal Madara to try it quickly: "This guy's cooking skills are unexpectedly good~"

"Didn't you just say there was no seasoning? And you asked me to buy one now! That's really unfair!!" Gojo Satoru yelled, "Leave some for me!"

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me!"

Looking at the food being put on the plate, and then glancing at Ali who was arguing with Gojo Satoru beside him, Madara raised his eyebrows and picked up the chopsticks with interest.

The rich spiritual energy completely stimulated the deliciousness of the meat. As the fish went into his stomach, his expression unconsciously relaxed a little. Ignoring the resentful look of Gojo Satoru opposite him, he slowly began to enjoy this meal, which was a rare delicacy after his resurrection.

At this moment, several people seemed to have forgotten that they might be enemies. They were like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. They talked to each other at the table without any barriers at all.

After a few minutes of intense fighting, the Hokage's team, before they could even recover from their brainstorming, watched helplessly as the chariot that was supposed to lead to blood and battle suddenly plunged into a live food broadcast. This scene also featured Uchiha Madara, known as the Shura, and the atmosphere was incredibly harmonious...

For a moment, even Tobirama began to wonder whether there was something wrong with him, or with Shura, who seemed cold, unruly, and arrogant to the point of being incomparable.

Only Hashirama Senju would stare at the scene in the picture in a daze, with a slightly dazed look on his face.

Perhaps because he knew he had little time left, or perhaps because of the possibilities of the future shown on the screen, Hashirama seemed to be "sentimental". It was just a picnic, but it brought back memories of the past. Or perhaps he saw that Madara still had some tolerance for him, so he sneaked off to the izakaya at night...

But before that, on the other side, after the water balls had scattered and the last portion of food had been placed on the grill, Gojo Satoru, who had successfully bridged the distance between them with his superb grilling skills, casually asked about Ali's current situation: "Judging from your age, you should be about to enter high school, right?"

"Would you like to consider going to our Spell Arts High School next?"

"The cafeteria is free, a private studio apartment is standard, we focus on practical teaching, and you get an internship salary." The man paused, then began boasting without reservation: "Of course, the most important thing is that I'm your all-round teacher!"

If you didn't know him, you would think that the previous introduction to the school was just incidental and that he, the teacher, was the real selling point for the school.

"Isn't this just exploiting child labor under the name of a school?" Ali's face was immediately filled with resistance, and he replied with unwavering certainty, "With you as a teacher, your students must have a very difficult time!"

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened immediately, as if he had heard something incredible: "How can you say it's difficult?"

"They have grown up and have their own judgment. They already had their own awareness before joining the college."

"Those internships are also necessary tests. While screening the right people to join us, they are also teaching them how to better survive in this world."

Wu's expression was serious, and his voice was unusually serious and gentle: "For some things, it's better to let them experience them in advance when there is someone to supervise them on campus, rather than being left unsupervised and eventually going astray..."

He almost said openly that Ali was about to go astray.

It was at this moment that Ali vaguely felt that the person in front of him seemed a little more reliable.

No matter what, there is no doubt that he really wants those children to get better and better.

"Besides, I'm the most popular teacher in the entire technical high school, bar none!" Gojo Satoru nodded with extraordinary certainty: "If you have any problems, just ask me. There's nothing I, Gojo Satoru, can't handle!"

The abrupt turn of events diverted the topic again, causing Ali to twitch his lips slightly involuntarily.

If I remember correctly, the only teacher actually teaching at Tokyo High School now is Gojo Satoru, right?

Ali: “…”

How did he have the audacity to say that he was the most popular teacher?

Ali had an indescribable expression on his face. Looking at the man opposite him who had no guilt at all, he roughly understood the purpose of Gojo Satoru's visit to him.

He probably wants to pull me into his camp and become a part of his plan to reform the existing system in the world of magic.

She refused very bluntly: "No, I don't have any intention of joining a technical college for the time being."

I don't know what's happening to Yuto Itadori, the core player who was supposed to be chosen next in this world...

Maybe... she can intercept it?

Looking at the white-haired guy opposite who seemed to be immersed in the barbecue again, Ali narrowed his eyes slightly.

This person in front of me, maybe I can fight for him...

She gathered her chaotic thoughts and spoke softly, "Can your reforms truly solve the existing problems in the world of spellcasting?"

As soon as these words came out, Gojo Satoru, who was still grilling fish, slowed down for a beat and suddenly looked up to stare into Ali's slightly indifferent eyes.

How did she know she wanted to bring about change in the upper echelons of the magic world? Was this also one of the ways she demonstrated her abilities?

Ali didn't wait for Wu's reply and continued, "Power and benefits are tempting cakes, but they are also filled with addictive and difficult-to-get-away drugs."

"How can you guarantee that the beings you cultivate will not be forced to become like those old people again in the future for various reasons in the name of doing good for the curse world?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the serious girl across from him, his voice filled with conviction, "I believe them!"

Ali shook his head, disagreeing: "You only believe in them now."

She looked up, leaning her entire body against the low table, supporting her chin with one hand, and looked at Gojo Satoru with growing interest: "Let me ask you a question."

"Do you think that when the Second Hokage passed the throne to the Third Hokage, did he believe that the Third Hokage could lead Konoha better?"

Gojo Satoru was completely bewildered. How could the conversation suddenly turn to Naruto? Even if the manga was popular, it was still just a manga, right?

But looking at the girl's uncle who had turned into "Ban", he seemed to understand something.

This whole family is avid fans of Naruto! Their understanding of the entire world of magic and their attitude towards life have all been greatly influenced by that anime.

The Third Hokage?

Wasn't that the central figure in the recent conspiracy theories? Even he felt that what the netizens were saying made some sense.

Gojo Satoru quickly understood what Ali wanted to express.

Just thinking about the actions of the Third Hokage in the story and what happened during his reign, he still stood firm in his position: "It's different. They still have me. I will always watch over them..."

Ali smiled, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and continued, "It's the same. You can't be with them forever."

"When he was young, the Third Hokage did lead Konoha to its peak, but as he aged, he was also bewitched by the poison of power. Although he still wanted to do what was best for Konoha and would fight to the death to protect it, his actions led to the annihilation of Konoha's founding families, the death of Kage-level warriors, and the continuous betrayal of Konoha. It is also a fact that Konoha's strength was greatly weakened."

"So are your students."

"It's more likely that they believe they are right, but are unknowingly influenced by the people around them, and then are completely blackened by the venom and become a poisonous tumor without realizing it. They clearly do some unforgivable things, but they still think they are doing it for the good of everyone."

Gojo Satoru grumbled, "It's just an anime, not real. How can it be used as a reference?"

"Don't be overly addicted to the virtual world, it will only make you further away from reality." Baimao started preaching mode, trying to get the matter over with.

Ali held his breath calmly: "Don't deny it. Since you said you would watch them, it means you are wavering..."

"and……"

“Even if they really succeeded, even if they really worked towards their set goals from the beginning, even if they did make certain improvements and remained consistent for decades…”

She no longer looked at Gojo Satoru, who seemed to want to say something, but used fire to clean up the garbage left by their dinner. The firelight illuminated Ali's lowered profile, making it impossible to see her expression.

"But, are your reforms only aimed at those senior executives who may have been young and frivolous in the past and have now been corrupted by power and interests?"

"You want to change the world of spellcasting, but are you just floating on the surface?"

The frivolous look on Gojo Satoru's face slowly faded. He looked at the two people opposite him quietly, his mind churning. After a long moment, he spoke calmly, "What do you want to do?"

Jay suddenly appeared yesterday. Could it be that they were already prepared to take action?

And there is that unknown special grade. Could it be that they want to have another Night Parade of a Hundred Demons?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, and couldn't help but be extremely alert, and the blue veins on his hands slowly emerged.

Even though he knew that with his current strength he was no match for the two people in front of him, he did not show any fear and was always ready to continue fighting.

Madara didn't move, but just raised his eyes slightly. Unknowingly, the Sharingan had blossomed in his eyes.

As if noticing the gradually growing solemn atmosphere at the table, Ali chuckled twice, his smile faint: "Don't be nervous, we are not necessarily completely opposite beings."

"Don't worry, we have already changed Jie's dangerous thoughts." Ali casually picked up the last few pieces of fish on the table, leaving only one piece standing alone on the baking sheet on the table.

"As for our goal, it's probably true revolution, right? Revolution that sweeps across the entire world of sorcery." Her voice was firm. "The specifics of how this revolution is carried out are up to you. We're merely doing you a favor and giving Jay a hand."

"After all, the upper limit of the Curse Spirit Manipulation Technique is really high. Even Wu might not be a match for Jie now."

Gojo Satoru was slightly startled, as if recalling the three years of his youth ten years ago. His expression gradually relaxed, and his attitude became natural again: "Then I really have to look forward to it."

He picked up the chopsticks again, ready to harvest the salmon he had saved for last.

He simply stared at the lone ranger standing alone on the barbecue block before him, then glanced at the familiar fish that had appeared on the man's plate across from him. Finally, his gaze shifted to the girl beside him who was also enjoying her meal.

The heated argument just now seemed like an illusion, and the smile on Gojo Satoru's face slowly disappeared...

“Where’s my fish???”