It was under such circumstances that Sawada Tsunayoshi and Ryomen Sukuna met Nurarihyon.
The great demon who was said to have killed Yuyuko had already become famous throughout Kanto, so when he appeared before them, the two of them recognized each other immediately.
However, I just couldn't think of any way to interact with him.
It was not until the other person poured him tea as if he was at home and he took a sip, and then he felt that the tea was tasteless and took out a handful of dried flowers from his own sachet, not knowing whether it was camellia or something else, and sprinkled them into the tea that he revealed a happy expression and took another sip.
Tsunayoshi was stunned.
Ryomen Sukuna, who had a more direct and hot temper, had already slapped him with his claws.
The sly ghost, whose figure instantly disappeared, grabbed their claws with a smile and even took another sip of tea leisurely.
"What a hot-tempered fellow."
He said with a smile that the way he looked at them was like looking at two kittens - if the King of Curses could be called a "kitten".
The Naughty Ghost, whose figure kept disappearing in the room like a phantom, looked at them very closely, making clicking sounds from time to time. When he determined that there were two people in this body, he was even more amazed.
"Is that why they call you Ryomen Sukuna?" He stroked his chin and blocked the fierce kitten's paw again. "Don't be so upset with the old man. If it weren't for my wife, I wouldn't want to come to you... troublesome little devils."
Ryomen Sukuna wrapped his fists with cursed power to dispel delusion and turned to look at the door.
There, Nurarihyon, holding a teacup in his hand, slowly drank the last sip of tea and raised his hand to them from a distance.
"My wife, Yingji, and your mother, Kuiji, were once close friends."
After a pause, the serious expression of the sly ghost changed. His playful look not only did not make him look friendly, but also made people want to punch him.
——"Before that, how about calling me uncle?"
…
The memory briefly stopped at Nurarihyon's playful smile.
Some memories of the past were still lingering in his mind, so Sawada Tsunayoshi still vaguely remembered that he had indeed spent a long time in the old house of the Nura clan - and it was not a lie when he told Nura Koyomi that he had hugged him, but it was a real thing that happened.
It's just that the young Ryomen Sukuna carried the young Nurarihyon in his arms :)
He closed his eyes, trying to pull himself out of the memory, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about the day his daughter died and the scene when he was holding Ryomen Sukuna.
That was the first time the two souls met in the sea of consciousness. He flowed into each other's consciousness, wading in the black dead water, and found Ryoume Sukuna standing in the center.
The boy with short pink hair looked indifferent, as if he was not the one looking for the two of them in the forest, but just himself.
However, that was not the case. Sawada Tsunayoshi had not yet recovered his original memory at that time, but when he saw Ryomen Sukuna's ugly expression, he still came to his senses.
——He was not unmoved.
Just like himself, Ryomen Sukuna was angry and sad.
It was just that he was still too young, and no one had ever taught the Curse King, who had always grown up freely and acted recklessly, what kind of emotion this was. That was why he simply attributed it to the anger of having his property touched and damaged by others.
So after he was furious, when he killed the Onmyoji and rushed to the village where the man was, Sawada Tsuneyoshi hugged him silently.
The sun was setting, and the sky was turning a crimson red, but it was no match for the fire that had burned down Mt. Sugana.
The villagers who noticed the abnormality silently picked up their shovels and surrounded them. They tried to protect their homes with fearful looks.
But they did nothing, and even just because Ryomen Sukuna was not an ordinary child, he was regarded as a "demon".
In such a situation, Sawada Tsunayoshi for the first time overcame the obstacles of his body and hugged half of his body.
[It’s okay.] He consoled her, and made a vow in the sea of consciousness where their souls were connected, [We will not separate... I will not leave you.]
【Even death cannot separate us.】
This is a contract.
From then on, the lives of the monsters were connected.
Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression became strange as he looked at the box in his hand.
After all, he is still alive, isn't he?
Although he is in the form of a cursed spirit, "Sawada Tsunayoshi" still exists in this world.
However, Ryomen Sukuna had already died.
If you randomly ask any sorcerer in the world of sorcery where the King of Curses is now, he will look at you with a strange expression and say that the guy didn't exist thousands of years ago and had been sealed away long ago.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi is indeed still alive, which means he is not really dead.
Tsukichi Sawada sat on the swing with his head down, puzzled, until a shadow enveloped him.
"Look what I found~"
A big cat holding a dessert bag appeared in front of him, sat on the swing next to it without any hesitation, and took out a Daifuku while rubbing its hands with anticipation.
"I highly recommend the edamame daifuku here." He said so, and put one into the worried cursed spirit's hand in a very familiar manner, "Would you like one too?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, looked at the edamame daifuku that had been stuffed into his hands - if he had to be frank, the taste sounded really strange - and said thank you.
Gojo Satoru, who was sitting next to him, curled his lips and smiled, then watched his former teacher slowly take a bite of the Daifuku before he spoke with evil intentions.
"Aren't you afraid that I might poison you?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
The brown-haired Curse Spirit looked at Daifuku and then at Gojo Satoru - the other party was probably a 100% authority on desserts, and although this thing sounded strange, it tasted surprisingly good - and then showed a puzzled face.
Perhaps his doubts were genuine, and the other party burst out laughing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi puffed up his cheeks and swallowed the Daifuku slowly, not noticing that a piece of cream was left at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the five cats beside him with genuine confusion.
"Aren't you the strongest?" he complained, "Does the strongest need to be poisoned?"
I don't know what part of Gojo Satoru's nerve this sentence touched. He was stunned for a moment, then continued laughing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He snatched the paper bag from Gojo Satoru speechlessly, and ate his dessert while waiting for him to finish laughing. After eating two, he didn't forget to burp.
Only then did Gojo Satoru stop smiling.
His look today is a little different from his usual sunglasses.
Perhaps being a teacher really makes him look more mature. The young man replaced his light sunglasses with a white bandage, so his originally soft and drooping white hair stood up as if it had been touched with hair gel.
In response to this, the strongest man in the world of curse just smiled and said it was just a special use of cursed power.
But it is amazing that he can control his magic power so subtly and for so long that he can keep this hairstyle.
At this moment, she combed her hair like an adult, leaned back, and looked at him with her head tilted.
"Maybe it's necessary." He seemed to have really thought about it, and said while stroking his chin, "If it's an enemy that can't be defeated, then poisoning is still faster, isn't it?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes, he still saw the naked joke in this guy's eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he had taken another step towards being like his old father who only cared about little.
But what can I do? I can only forgive him with a heart as broad as the sea.
So he took the initiative to bring up the topic.
"What did you ask me to do?"
he asked.
Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on the box in Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand.
"I don't remember you ever accepting things from students." He gestured. "When Jay and I wanted to sneak out and asked you to write us a note for leave, you never accepted our bribes."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
"That's because I went out with you guys." He smiled kindly, "And this wasn't given to me by a student... It should have come from a student's parent?"
However, the sisters Nanako and Mimiko should be considered as Jie's daughters.
Don't worry about such details (hey).
Gojo Satoru looked away and uttered "tsk" in a childish way.
Sawada Tsunayoshi knew what he meant. He was simply driven by a sense of responsibility after coming into contact with a dangerous special-grade cursed spirit and a dangerous special-grade curser, so he rushed here in a hurry. It was for this reason that Kagome Kei did not show up in person but asked his two daughters to come and deliver the things. He did not want to tease the nerves of his strongest friend at this time.
But it gave the illusion that they were arguing with each other and he, the teacher, was caught in the middle.
Ieiri Shoko, who had long known the habits of these two stupid high school boys, had already escaped far away. He was often caught in the middle, unable to behave himself in the boring cold war between the immature high school boys.
Thinking of Gojo Satoru who would even miss a class with only three people, and looking at Gojo Satoru who is now going to buy breakfast early in the morning as a corporate slave, even Sawada Tsunayoshi cannot help but sigh that the power of time is so strong.
Gojo Satoru rubbed his arms and shrank back when he saw this look from him.
"What's with that look in your eyes?" he complained, "It makes me feel like I'm going to be eaten by you in the next second... Oh, yes, there are indeed humans on the recipe of the cursed spirit."
If it were in the past, this guy would have come over with curiosity, blinking his big, adorable eyes (?), and saying something like "How scary, teacher! Are you really going to eat me?"
However, now he just sat on the swing, and although he looked curious, he never came closer.
When Tsunayoshi Sawada noticed this, he smiled.
"You look at me like a social animal." He put on a serious expression, "I remember you weren't so keen on work back then."
Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment after hearing what he said. Thinking back on his own changes, he couldn't help but sigh that time is really a pig-killing knife (? ).
He meowed (not really) and criticized Old Orange on the upper floor for a long time. Although he showed a disgusted expression, he was full of expectations for the future.
Just like Geto Suguru who embarked on his own path, he also found his own way to change the world of sorcery.
It's just that the paths chosen by the two people are not entirely the same.
To be honest, seeing this, Tsunayoshi Sawada was quite pleased (?).
So he stood up and rubbed the head of the white-haired student who had always maintained a safe distance.
"Don't worry, I'm a peace-loving and good cursed spirit," he said. "I won't do anything bad."
Gojo Satoru showed an expression that was difficult to explain.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi had already secretly put away Sukuna's fingers in his arms and prepared to leave. He waved his hand in a very casual manner and took away the remaining dessert of Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru, who was stunned by the words "a good cursed spirit who loves peace", waited for a long time before he came to his senses. He returned home with his hands in his pockets. Their adult (?) Fushiguro Megumi had already prepared everything and was about to go out to school.
When the boy saw him coming back, he said, "The food is on the table. If it's cold, put it in the microwave to heat it up. Don't eat it cold." He was stunned when he saw Gojo Satoru's expression.
He knew what Gojo Satoru was doing out there, and looking at his expression he thought he had encountered some difficult situation, so he asked awkwardly.
Then I saw Gojo Satoru with a complicated expression.
"Logically, I should believe him." The young man, who was gradually coming out of his memories, sighed and said to the empty room. He touched the leftover food on the table and started eating it before it was completely cold. He swallowed the rest of his words back into his stomach along with the food.
But let’s not talk about him. Even if Geto Xiayou could discuss with him now, the two of them might not be able to come up with a solution.
Gojo Satoru was lying on the table with a sandwich in his mouth. His hairstyle, which he used to maintain his dignity, loosened as the bandages came off, revealing his beautiful eyes.
At this moment, the blue eyes, as clear and distant as the sky, are lost in memories.
Logically speaking, trust is something that will not disappear with the collapse of their relationship - just like he and Jay now belong to two different camps, but they still trust each other.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi is different.
The cursed spirit that they have been living with for nearly a year seems to be gentle, with a temperament that is completely different from the title of "special cursed spirit", but in terms of strength it matches this title.
If he were to become his enemy, even if he was the strongest, he would not be sure of his victory.
However, Gojo Satoru still can't forget what he saw back then, which is why he and Geto Suguru remain wary of their former close friend the Jurei teacher.
During the mission that caused their growth to diverge, when a girl named "Amauchi Riko" was walking alone on the road to be sacrificed to Lord Tengen, they felt the unique breath of a "special-grade cursed spirit" in front of the tall altar.
That was probably the only special cursed spirit's cursed power that made them not guard against it. However, it was hovering behind the door, as if the cursed spirit was bound by a golden chain, standing quietly behind the door, waiting for their arrival.
After that mission, they lost contact with Sawada Tsunayoshi. After returning to the technical high school, they were told by teacher Yemo that he had taken advantage of the chaos to remove his restraints and escape. It was only recently that they found traces of him again.
Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and forced himself out of his thoughts.
But he couldn't help but think back to the time he had been learning recently and trying to avoid thinking about, the time when he and his friends were unbridled and reckless, and the time when he was a child and had a connection with the brown-haired cursed spirit.
[“It’s so annoying. Can’t those guys just give you to me?”]
Young Gojo Satoru once complained angrily, looking like the Gojo family, who was determined to raise him to be the perfect son of God, was so angry that they stomped their feet.
He was lying on the lap of the brown-haired cursed spirit, who was wearing a soft kimono and stroking the boy's short hair from time to time. Hearing such childish words, he couldn't help but smile.
【“Perhaps things that require hard work are more valuable.”】
The brown-haired cursed spirit didn’t mind at all that he was being told to be something that could be sent back and forth. Instead, he thought about it seriously and tried to comfort him like a spy sent by the old men. “If they could get me easily, Satoru would probably lose interest in me soon.”
Seeing that the white-haired boy was about to refute, Mr. Curse Spirit slowly gave an example.
[“Just like the durian cake I loved a few days ago.”]
Thinking back to the snack that he really liked to eat at first, but started to hate after eating it for a week straight and even his burps tasted like durian cakes, Gojo Satoru shrank his neck with a guilty conscience, and was speechless for a moment.
【“But you are different.”】
He retorted quietly, and when the brown-haired Curse Spirit looked at him with an innocent and confused look, he meowed loudly, "Aren't you different?"
The question was asked with full confidence, very much in Gojo Satoru's style.
Then he saw the other party was stunned for a moment, and then he was delighted. The five cats in his heart even wagged their tails and hurried to pursue the victory.
[“Can I trust you?”] he asked, [“Tsunayoshi?”]
The brown-haired curse spirit lowered his eyes and pushed the boy back down after he had risen slightly. He stroked his head gently, making the boy almost snoring like a cat that was being rubbed very comfortably, and soon he would fall into a deep sleep.
But he hasn't heard back yet.
Gojo Satoru tried to struggle to sit up.
Then it was pushed back by a gentle but irresistible force, and vaguely the gentle low voice of the brown-haired Mr. Curse Spirit could be heard.
[“Good boy.”]
——He praised it so much.
But this also did not give a direct answer.
Gojo Satoru thought about it, but his desire for a reply had already been soothed, and he was soon knocked down by drowsiness.
Then we can interrogate him when he wakes up.
The young Son of God at that time thought about it and fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps because of the compliment he received, even the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Good boy...?" :...?
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