Expected answer.
Standing in a liquid that was not sure whether it was water or blood, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up at Ryomen Sukuna, who happened to also lower his head and looked at him from a distance.
The ghost with short pink hair still looks the same as in memory, however, even compared to the Ryomen Sukuna in the "memories" just now, he looks much more mature.
In almost the blink of an eye, the other party stood up from his throne piled with bones.
The next moment, his shoulder was grabbed by a hand, and an arm with black curse patterns stretched out in front of him. The King of Curses was dislocated from him, with his chin locked on his neck, his expression cold and hard.
Sawada Tsunayoshi froze slightly.
The aura of the mature form of Ryomen Sukuna enveloped him, and the powerful cursed energy showed no sign of being restrained in the opponent's territory. The power that once had the same origin has now gone to the other end, forcing the Godfather to suppress his instincts in order to avoid knocking down the man who was close to him.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Ryomen Sukuna snorted and immediately let go of his hand.
They stood facing each other at the two ends.
Compared to the Ryomen Sukuna I just saw in my memory, the one in front of me is much more mature.
He still has short pink hair, and the women's kimono hanging on his body does not look out of place at all. His four hands are clasped together. If it were in another situation, it would probably easily remind people of a cat clasping its paws.
Hmm...if Ryomen Sukuna can be considered a cat.
Even though he had no expression on his face, the King of Curses still had a strong aura, especially when he found that the brat opposite him had taken a step back without leaving a trace, his face looked so gloomy that ink could drip out of it.
After receiving the unpleasant message from the other party, Tsunayoshi Sawada turned his head and coughed awkwardly.
He actually wanted to lighten the mood, but what could he say at this moment? Could he just wave his paw and say, "Hey Sukuna, long time no see, why are you so lame?"
...This is obviously impossible.
Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but want to sigh. He couldn't remember any of the negotiation skills that Reborn had taught him and that he had practiced thousands of times in the interpersonal relationships with the tenth generation of Vongola. And if he wanted to regain the tacit understanding and closeness that a "half-body" should have... it seemed like something was missing.
Make people bald.
The Godfather, feeling as if he had lost a few strands of hair, slumped his shoulders and smiled.
"That's right." He said helplessly, "That's why you don't want to see me, right?"
This time it was Ryomen Sukuna who was stiff.
During the long and boring daze, the King of Curses had imagined countless times what his other half would say to him when it woke up.
According to the tacit understanding and relationship between the two, and according to his understanding of this strong but soft-hearted guy, such an answer was expected.
Just hearing this answer, the scene in which this guy glared at him and scolded him, which he had imagined countless times over the past thousand years, now seemed like a one-man show by him, oh no, a cursed spirit.
Ryomen Sukuna thought expressionlessly.
"Stupid." He couldn't help but utter this word once again to his stupid half.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed.
"Yes, I am just very stupid." said the Godfather helplessly.
To be honest, Ryoumen Sukuna was certainly not the first person to call him "stupid".
Before him, Reborn had called him "idiot", and Rokudo Mukuro always called him "stupid Vongola". When he appeared in front of him, the frequency of this nickname appeared almost as much as the number of times he uttered the motto "kufufufu".
Even though he became the only godfather of the inner world, Tsunayoshi Sawada still couldn't get rid of the label of "stupid" from these two people's mouths. Even when senior Hibari was being sarcastic, he would say he was stupid.
But what can we do?
He thought with a sense of justice that it was precisely because of this clumsiness that he was who he was.
So it is the same now.
The brown-haired cursed spirit looked righteously at the half-body that said the foolish words. If he was younger, he would have pouting and put his hands on his hips.
"I am such a stupid guy, didn't you know it a long time ago?" He said so, as intimately as if the thousand years between the two cursed spirits had never existed.
Ryomen Sukuna's eyes darkened.
However, the King of Curses, who had the appearance of a ghost, said nothing more.
He raised his hand, and Sawada Tsunayoshi took two steps forward, just as he had done in the past when they were still in tune with each other.
The once intimate halves have become two independent entities. Even though a thousand years have passed, Ryomen Sukuna still feels uncomfortable with this situation.
He raised his hand, and placed his broad palm, which carried the burning aura unique to the King of Curses, on Sawada Tsunayoshi's cheek.
This time no one dodged.
The brown eyes, as clear as the sky after rain, stared at him sincerely.
Ryomen Sukuna said nothing, his palm moved along the other's cheek, and finally grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's earlobe and pinched it.
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
Before he could say anything, he heard Ryomen Sukuna smile in an ambiguous manner, and the next moment, the dark scene around him faded away like the tide.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes.
He pinched his earlobe belatedly - the feeling of being touched by Ryomen Sukuna just now seemed to still linger there.
However, there was no remnant of the cursed power, and it seemed that no other traces were left behind.
So what is he doing?
The cursed spirit, who always felt that an unnecessary barrier had been created between himself and his once close half, pondered for a while and puffed up his cheeks childishly.
However, the occasional wrinkled brows would eventually relax on Mr. Curse Spirit's face.
"You look very happy."
—A hand on his shoulder.
Tsunayoshi Sawada raised his head, not surprised by the other person's appearance.
After all, he is Gojo Satoru. After so much time has passed, it is indeed time for him to catch up.
Gojo Satoru's bandages had been undone at some point, revealing a pair of beautiful blue eyes that were now looking at him coldly, looking him down from top to bottom. The oppressive feeling of a top-grade sorcerer almost dissipated between the two of them in an instant.
Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled at the other party.
"Did the guy who was watching you go away?"
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The big white short-haired cat sat carelessly on another swing board. There was almost nowhere to put its long legs, so it began to swing very naturally.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He glanced at the white-haired guy and felt that the intimidating guy he had just seen was just an illusion. This Gojo Satoru had not changed much compared to before, so he couldn't help but sigh.
"Is Jay also collecting Ryomen Sukuna's fingers recently?" He started the conversation first.
This is the information revealed by Gojo Goku just now.
The white-haired young man paused and hummed.
"Teacher, don't you know?" he asked, "I thought you guys were already in league with each other."
"The word 'wolves and monkeys working together' is not used correctly," Sawada Tsunayoshi complained, and said bluntly, "Although we did have a deal on this, I really don't know anything about this."
Gojo Satoru touched his chin.
"So that's how it is, is that so?" Gojo Shenzi's mind worked quickly and he thought of countless possibilities in an instant. He finally slammed his palm and came to a conclusion, "Anyway, Jay is preparing to do something bad, right?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and smiled at the other person.
The Curse Spirit Teacher shrugged.
"I don't know about that." He said, "Maybe if you ask it yourself, it will give you some results?"
Gojo Satoru curled his lips and started mumbling something like "Teacher is always partial."
Sawada Tsunayoshi could only raise his hands in surrender.
But it's not right to say that he only favors Kagome Jie.
The cursed young man who was a teacher thought seriously.
To be honest, he had a bowl in each hand and three bowls on his head, which was very evenly balanced. In his high school, the three kids were all important students.
When Gojo Satoru heard this, his lips curled even more sharply.
"Really?" He approached his teacher, his face full of dissatisfaction with me. I was about to make trouble.
Sawada Tsunekichi blinked at the close distance, leaned his upper body back slightly, and stretched out his hands to block the faces of the people who suddenly came over.
——I hope this person remembers that he is no longer the DK from before, but an adult with a height of 1.9 meters.
Mr. Curse Spirit showed a helpless look.
"If I must say, Satoru, who skips classes the most and does the most bad things, is the one I favor."
Gojo Satoru's expression went blank for a moment.
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't notice his blankness at all. He counted on his fingers and thought about it, then nodded with certainty.
"Yes, that's it." He raised his head and saw Gojo Satoru with a strange expression. A question mark appeared on his head, "Satoru? Are you home?"
Gojo Satoru sat back down.
“What’s the point of being partial?” Gojo Satoru muttered, “That’s why…”
"Just what?"
Gojo Satoru paused for a moment and turned his head.
"Nothing." He said, standing up. "Anyway, if the teacher stands on Jay's side this time and helps him do bad things, he will be punished by the invincible Gojo-sama."
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked away guiltily.
Gojo Satoru lost his false eyes.
"By the way, the kid over there with the teacher... I remember his name was Yuta, right? Which school is Yuta-chan going to go to in the future?" Relying on his height and skills, he almost trapped the teacher, who looked particularly pitiful because of his guilty conscience, on the swing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "eh".
Gojo Satoru, who thought he was an admissions teacher, started talking like a machine gun.
"Would you like to consider our technical high school?" He was so enthusiastic that if Ye Mo Zhengdao saw this problem child promoting a school so sincerely and passionately one day, he would probably be able to cry with his handkerchief in his hand (not really).
After uttering the slogan "Beautiful scenery, strong teaching staff, and elite teaching training for both large and small classes" as if he had been trained, he clapped his hands suddenly.
"By the way, isn't it time for Yu Tai-kun to finish school now?" He said in a strange, sticky voice, "Shall I go pick him up with the teacher?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: “Huh?”
Gojo Satoru didn't know that Okiya Subaru had pulled out a pair of sunglasses and covered his eyes with them, and his tone became weird.
"No way, no way, the teacher wouldn't have never picked up a child from school, right?" He puffed out his chest unconsciously, "I pick up Hui from school every week."
If it had a tail, this guy's big fluffy tail would definitely be wagging proudly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him like this, with a myriad of thoughts running through his mind, but in the end he just sighed.
This is why the two of them stood together at the gate of Okkotsu Yuta's school waiting for the children to finish school.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head and was about to send a message to Otsuke Yuta to tell him that he was at the school gate instead of the alley as before, and that there was an uninvited guy by his side, when he heard the footsteps of many people.
Even at the time of school dismissal, the footsteps seemed urgent. He raised his head and his pupils trembled subconsciously.
——I saw several students in black school uniforms rushing out of the teaching building in unison, and quickly and orderly stood in two lines at the door, with their hands clasped behind their backs, legs shoulder-width apart, and waiting for something with serious expressions.
Tsunayoshi Sawada found something that made him tremble from memories that were long gone.
In the critical moment, he grabbed Gojo Satoru's claws, and the words "or else we go back first" were stuck in his throat.
——The reason why we got stuck here was because the pilots all bowed in unison and shouted in a menacing manner.
"Please take care, Okkotsu-kun!!"
Gojo Satoru, who had never seen such a scene before, took off his sunglasses and his eyes lit up.
“Wow—”
But why does this "Okkotsu-kun" sound a bit familiar?
Tsukichi Sawada covered the upper left part of his stomach with his other hand without leaving any trace. He felt a slight pain in his stomach.
Sure enough, after these words were shouted out, the black-haired boy appeared in front of them.
By this time, there were already quite a few students leaving school, but they all tacitly avoided the area circled by the planes, leaving a clear passage like Moses parting the sea.
The black-haired young man walked calmly between the airplane heads, and the leather shoes that came with his student uniform made a "click-click" sound as they stepped on the ground.
After the morning's "practice", Otkotsu Yuta had become immune to this kind of shame play - if he hadn't seen Sawada Tsunayoshi with a stomachache at the end of the plane.
Rikka noticed Sawada Tsunayoshi earlier than him and tried to jump over happily, but stopped halfway.
Only then did Okkotsu Yuta notice the man standing next to his brother Tsuna.
He had met the other party before. The tall, white-haired man used to walk with them during Parents' Day, and there was an enviable intimacy and familiarity between him and Brother Gang.
At this time, their hands were held together, causing the black-haired boy to pause.
The pilots who were about to raise their heads saw that their brother Okkotsu suddenly stopped, and they all maintained this posture and raised their heads in the direction of Okkotsu Yuta.
The black-haired boy stood at the end - of course, it was their cool and handsome Okkotsu.
Opposite Okkotsu stood two men, one with brown hair and the other with white hair. Those who had hung out with Okkotsu Yuta a few days ago naturally knew that the brown-haired man was Okkotsu's brother - although they were brothers, it was said that the two had no relationship.
Just as the pilots were exchanging glances and their thoughts were in a mess, they heard Okkotsu Yuta's (pretending to be) calming voice.
"Brother Gang." He first called him brother affectionately, then his eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and finally settled on the face of the white-haired young man, revealing a puzzled look, "What is this..."
Thrilling and stimulating!
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