Spark of Life 09

[I see you, with a black crown on your head, turning millions of lives into memories.]

You suddenly wake up.

This sentence is not said by you.

You dreamed about someone else.

You grunted, throwing back the covers and sitting upright, running your hands through your hair a few times.

Cut your hair short like Jia Ru's?

You closed your eyes, wanting to take a short nap, but soon opened them again slowly.

The hand stroking your hair suddenly stopped, and you touched it upwards.

A meaningless darkness, mixed with countless mottled spots of light, among which were blurry human figures and celestial bodies.

DWDB—221E, The Black Crown, The Continuation of Civilization.

It has many names.

But in this world, it is just the manifestation of your realm.

You shook your hair, put on your slippers, and looked up with a smile.

"I hope you have a productive day, Doctor."

After washing up, you pulled up a chair while stroking the books on the shelf. At first, they were all about spells. Before you knew it, they were all medical books.

You open a book at random. It's usually a miscellaneous book. For example, this one talks about how to treat a venomous snake bite.

The most fundamental treatment measure is the injection of antivenom serum.

Fight poison with poison.

Fight a curse with a curse.

Your consciousness will always unconsciously wander to things related to spells.

In my previous life, there were no cursed spirits. This world was a little different. But no matter which world it was, cursed power was never the mainstream.

Although all demons and monsters are named after phenomena that we actually see in the outside world, they are actually caused by the influence of our mental state. For example, hallucinations and delusions are all caused by the agitation and abnormality of our mind. This is very clear.

The clearer humanity's understanding of the world becomes, the fewer demons and monsters there will be. This is a matter of course.

Reality is enhanced, mystery is diminished.

Human civilization has reached this point today, and people today can only vaguely imagine from ancient books and fragments that there was a magnificent and strange time in the past many years.

Humans and demons coexist, demons run rampant and hurt people, and humans slay the demons.

The only people you know of who knew about this past are Tengen-sama and Ryomen Sukuna.

The Heian period a thousand years ago was the most prosperous period for spells, but after that, spells around the world plummeted.

[The reason electronic devices cannot be used within the barrier is simple: the land covered by the barrier is isolated and cannot receive signals from other lands.]

Isn't Japan a landmass encircled by a barrier, cut off from the entire ocean? It can't receive information from other landmasses...

[Seawater contains salt. The ocean is fluid, and the salinity should be roughly the same across the entire ocean. The barge is immobile and has absorbed a small portion of the ocean. The water in this part of the ocean cannot flow, and the people living on the barge continue to add salt to the ocean, causing the salt content in this part of the ocean to accumulate.]

What would happen if Japan returned to this ocean? There was no point in overthinking it. The Tianyuan barrier would be safe.

It's mid-February.

Every day goes by so fast.

If you stay any longer, you will be late for class today.

No matter how much you worry, you are still a student.

"Homecoming?"

"Ahh..." Jiaru said sleepily, "Go ahead, I want to lie down for a while."

"Were you busy late last night?"

The family said nothing.

"Don't lie to me next time, Ieiri."

"But Zenyuan would be wasting his life if he stayed there."

"Can't I be an assistant to the family?"

"Ha, there's really nothing I can do about you. I get it. I'll ask you for help next time if I need it. Enough of that, I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait a minute, Ieori—" You pushed against the door, trying to squeeze in, making Ieori laugh. "Is there anything else?"

"Chocolate with liqueur filling. Since I don't like sweets, I—"

"I see. Was it made by Zenin himself?"

"I made it myself, please don't dislike it."

"I won't mind." Ieiri paused and said, "What did you prepare for Gojo and Geto?"

“I bought it at the mall.”

Humph~ Zenyuan’s favorite is my family’s Noritake~ Let the two boys stop their unrealistic fantasies.

After saying goodbye to your parents and entering the classroom, you weren't surprised to find yourself alone. It was simply because the poor Chinese teacher had been stood up by three other people. Actually, being a general subject teacher at a technical college is quite a privilege; it's common for students to miss classes to do assignments.

The class bell hasn't rung yet.

"Gojo and Geto are here for Chinese class. The sun is rising from the west today." You said this in an affirmative tone.

"I watched the sun rise from the east this morning." Gojo sat next to you without any hesitation.

"This is the location of the house!"

The large classroom only had four tables for four students, plenty of space. Having been here for so long, you've all been assigned seats. You and Ieiri share a table, very close together. To your right is Gojo, to Ieiri's left is Gojo. Gojo doesn't want to be bothered by Gojo in class, and Ieiri won't bother Gojo. So the order is set!

"She can sit on the other side." Gojo looked like he had been holding a grudge for a long time.

"No." You refused directly.

"I can sit wherever I want. Glass isn't here yet. You can't save a seat for her." Five people were sprawled out like octopuses, filling up the entire chair.

Did Gojo know that he couldn't come into the house today?

"Why is Gojo looking at me?"

The chair creaked under Gojo's rocking, and you were afraid it would break down any second. But Gojo wouldn't make a fool of himself; if the chair broke, he'd just jump away. But you still had to trust the procurement staff at the Higher Vocational College.

"はつちゃんDon't pretend to understand~"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Where do I have any right to interrupt?"

You burst out laughing: "Gojo is the best at making trouble."

"Nonsense! I'm just legitimately asking for a Valentine's Day gift!"

"So Ichiko——"

"Of course there are some for Gojo and Geto—"

The bell rang and the Chinese teacher came in. You understood the despair on her face and took the initiative to let Gojo and Geto take their places.

Of course, the two people were not very obedient, and you had to work very hard to get them to sit down.

Gojo kept looking at you with his chin in his hand, and Geto would turn his head to look at you from time to time.

Gosho seemed to want to say something to you, and you tried hard to decipher his lip movements, finally piecing together what he wanted to say.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Why is teaching hard? Isn't it the Chinese teacher who has the harder job?

You quickly realized the deeper meaning behind Geto's words.

Gojo is very dishonest.

You're like a cat scratching post.

If you don't work hard, you will become a cat's toy - no. This is not a reason for him to hook your fingers, step on your feet, or pull your hair!

You don't want to cause trouble in the class, so you endure it until the end of the get out of class.

"Gojo, you're disturbing me. What are you doing?" Gojo was a little childish, but not to this extent.

What are you doing?

He doesn't know either.

The day of the shooting ceremony seemed to be just a dream for Gojo Satoru.

I didn't say much to her when I took the Shinkansen back to the technical college after the New Year.

After returning to the technical college, I no longer ran towards him with a smile.

Not to mention intimate things like holding each other's hands while shooting arrows together, and whispering in each other's ears.

She always travels in pairs with Glass.

He couldn't seem to get her attention.

He felt like a clown these days.

But was it a big deal to act like a clown in front of the one she loved? She wouldn't laugh at him, no matter what. She knew his feelings and would take them seriously... and reject him seriously.

The chocolate given to him and Jay together was definitely not the kind of chocolate he wanted.

Doesn't she have any love for him at all?

How is that possible!

She just doesn't want to realize it!

She is a coward!

Ordinary words are useless. Gojo Satoru must prove his feelings to her through actual actions. His love must be sincere and crazy enough to awaken her from her deep sleep.

Gojo Satoru couldn't release his emotions directly for her to hear, as Jie said, he would scare her and make her avoid it even more.

Besides, how can a coward who doesn't even dare to confess his feelings in person have the right to say "I love you"?

No one taught Gojo Satoru how to love someone.

Gojo Satoru doesn't need to love anyone.

The Gojo family only needs to understand what "good and evil" are, and does not need to understand what "love" is.

Beauty and strength, Gojo Satoru has them all.

Countless people will rush to Gojo Satoru and say they love him.

But she was the only one who could see the same scenery as him.

"Hand over the chocolate!"

"I knew Gojo was in a hurry, but I didn't expect him to be so anxious that he couldn't even endure a class." You smiled helplessly, and instead of continuing to be angry with Gojo, you took out two identical, beautifully packaged boxes from the hole in the table.

He knew it would be like this.

What is he expecting?

"Isn't this brand of chocolate very expensive?" The voice was Jay.

"What's for Nitro?" asked Geto Suguru casually.

"Chocolate with liquor filling."

“It’s different from ours.”

Wu's voice was extremely calm, as if he had expected it.

"Of course it's different, Wu. Nozomi is a female friend, and we are male friends, so of course there should be some distinction." If they can't be lovers, then both he and Wu can only be friends.

Geto Suguru would never break that precarious membrane.

"Does Gojo think my feelings are not sincere enough?"

She was always so sharp.

"Of course! Why can't I eat the chocolate you made yourself!?"

He's actually still mad at Jiaru. No, how did Gojo know that you gave Jiaru homemade chocolate?

“But what I cook may not taste good.” You said sincerely.

"You just won't spend more time on me!"

"Hmm...what does Geto think?"

Why ask Jay?

"I don't mind."

Is it really okay? Then why are you acting so disappointed, Geto!

"My fault, my fault." Do you have to treat all three of them equally? You feel tired.

Divide me into three and give them to each person equally, so they will never quarrel... No, Gojo will occupy all three.

You're always so tolerant of Gojo. Anyway, it wasn't Valentine's Day when the chocolates were made. It doesn't matter.

"What are your flavor preferences?"

"I can do anything!"

A shimmering light flowed in his blue eyes, brighter than the sky...

Has Gojo been revived with full health?

You blinked, where are your sunglasses?

snort.

Gojo Satoru smiled brightly. "I'm invincible in both strength and appearance!" "Hatsu-chan, can't you be more open and honest?" Gojo Satoru drew circles. "What shall I give you in return?" On that day...

"Satoru, put away that excited expression of yours! Also, it's not nice to open a gift given to someone else in front of them—" The villain Gojo Satoru erased what Geto Suguru said.

"This is useless. I'd better finish it as soon as possible." Gojo said, crunching it one by one. "Hatsu-chan, do you want to eat it?"

Geto came over and put his hand on Gojo's shoulder.

"Jie, what's going on?" Gojo's expression changed in an instant.

"Satoru, isn't it time to go to the playground?"

"It's still early! Why are you in such a hurry? Want to refresh your record? I don't want to break the five-game winning streak just yet."

"Are you sure?" Geto's voice gradually rose. "It's clearly five consecutive losses, right? I'm the winner."

So energetic.

Will Riko like it?

*

It was strange. Not many people knew Riko-san's address. Kuroi Misato actually had a vague idea of ​​who had sent it. She still felt bad about Zenin-san leaving without returning. But she knew Zenin-san had done that to Riko-san, and she was just as upset.

Miss Zenyuan didn't want to face this matter again.

"Ms. Riko, is that Ms. Mebuki's latest album?"

"Hmm." Tenriko put down the game controller with a sad face. "What's that in Kuroi's hand?"

"chocolate."

"Is this from my sister?" Tenriko said, not believing it. Her sister never gave her chocolates on Valentine's Day. Her sister didn't celebrate this holiday.

"I don't know who sent this." Kuroi Misato unwrapped the package, and a greeting card fell out.

"しゅんらいへ——めぶきよち"

My sister would use more kanji instead of hiragana.

"This is a gift from Miss Meibuki to her fans. Wait a minute..."

"Ms. Riko left her address?"

Tenriko bit her lip and said anxiously, "No one knows I'm an astral plasma body."

Yes. Ms. Riko's friends also know her address.

Miss Zenin...are you really not going to come and see Miss Riko one last time?