The gauze curtains of the infirmary were blown up by the wind. After Fushiguro Megumi tried to pull up Yuji Itadori but failed, she simply picked him up, put him on the hospital bed, and carefully covered him with a quilt.

The pink-haired boy's ears turned red, which was rare. He was not used to being treated like this.

Fushiguro Megumi didn't care about his emotions. He looked at Yuji Itadori's curled legs under his hospital gown and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your legs?"

He thought that Gojo Satoru stopped them from seeing Yuji Itadori just because of Ryomen Sukuna, but he didn't expect that there would be a problem with Yuji Itadori's leg.

The pink-haired boy scratched the back of his head, reached out to lift the quilt to cover his legs, and said embarrassedly: "It seems that I can't walk anymore."

When these words were spoken, both Fushiguro Megumi and Kugizaki No Rose's hearts skipped a beat.

Kugizaki Norose, who had been leaning against the wall without saying anything, couldn't help but punch him: "Are you an idiot? Your legs seem to be unable to walk, and you are still smiling so happily?"

The pink-haired boy didn't even try to hide, but covered the place where he was beaten, mumbling: "It won't get better even if I cry. At worst, I can just sit in a wheelchair in the future."

At this point, he beamed with joy: “Senior Ieiri once told me that some extremely powerful people can walk briskly while sitting in a wheelchair. Huihui, you said I can do that…”

Fushiguro Megumi interrupted him: "You can, what did Ieiri-senpai say? Your leg will never be healed? Does the teacher know?"

"Teacher..." Hearing Gojo Satoru's name, the pink-haired boy was silent for a while, "I don't know, the teacher didn't come to see me, but Ieiri-senpai said that he can't get better."

"Why?" Kugizaki No Rose frowned, "I remember your legs were not injured at that time. Before you fainted, your legs could still stand."

"Eh?" The pink-haired boy raised his head and asked, "Kusaki, have you also seen my appearance before I passed out? Can you tell me about the scene at that time?"

Nagizaki No Rose felt something was wrong: "You..."

The pink-haired boy lowered his head in shame: "I can't remember, I can't remember many things, my memory is very confused, although I have adjusted it for me, but all my memories of that time have disappeared."

"So you can't remember clearly why you knew that the Jigokumon clan would seal your teacher and chose to help him prevent this?" Fushiguro Megumi asked.

"." His body stiffened for a moment, and when he raised his head to look at Fushiguro Megumi, the sadness in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out, and he said in a low voice.

"I remember a little bit. I went to stop it because I saw it."

Fushiguro Megumi was puzzled: "What did you see?"

The pink-haired boy seemed to have relived the scene. He said in horror, "I saw it. That person appeared and Gojo-sensei revealed a flaw. Then, Gojo-sensei was sealed. From then on, everyone died."

Under the dim sky that seemed about to collapse, only Yuji Itadori stood alone in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He could not see the way forward or backward, nor could he tell which piece of flesh and blood under his feet came from his companions.

·

"Did you see me being sealed?" Gojo Satoru, who had just come back from dealing with the top brass, sat down and raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure that's what Yuji said?"

Fushiguro Megumi, who was standing opposite him, nodded silently: "I don't think he is lying."

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru was interested because of his affirmation. "Why do you say that? There has never been such an example in the world of sorcery before."

"Because this is not the first time." Fushiguro Megumi's gaze jumped past Gojo Satoru and fell on the open space downstairs, his eyes somewhat complicated.

After he and Kugizaki Norose met Yuji Itadori and gave him the information that he was still safe, almost everyone dispersed, with only one person remaining.

Yoshino Junpei.

"Junpei?" Gojo Satoru followed his line of sight and lightly pressed the tip of his tongue against the itchy roots of his teeth. He took out a lemon candy from his pocket, peeled it open and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with his teeth, "What does it have to do with Junpei? I remember that time, Hisahito accidentally discovered him and recommended Junpei to come in."

"At that time, Itadori, Kugizaki, and I were on a mission." Fushiguro Megumi lowered his eyes and recalled, "The mission was completed very quickly, so we chose another road on the way back. Although it can be said to be an accident, we were standing far away at the time, but Yuhito seemed to know that Yoshino would appear there. He saw him from a distance and saved Yoshino who was treated violently. That night, we stayed at Yoshinoya to rest."

"At night, Yoshino's mother accidentally brought wine instead of juice. Hisahito got drunk and cried for a long time while hugging Yoshino. The next day, he brought Yoshino to the technical high school."

"Crying?" Gojo Satoru swallowed the candy and said with a smile, "You mean, it's very likely that Hisahito knew that Yoshino might die, so he must bring him to the high school."

Fushiguro nodded, and he added: "The next day I passed by there, and Yoshinoya had been leveled."

Moreover, Fushiguro Megumi subconsciously looked at her waist.

He was very sure that when Hisahito hugged him just now, his hug was very tight, as if he was hugging something, someone he had met again after a long separation.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, smiled, and leaned against the wall: "That's really interesting."

There was a smile in his voice, and no negative emotion could be heard.

But the eyes beneath the blindfold revealed a dangerous blue.

·

After Fushiguro and the others left, Shui Jiangyi raised his head and took a full green grape in his mouth, biting through the grape skin. The green juice flowed down his throat. He smacked his lips, spit out the skin, and sighed, "Sure enough, it still tastes bland."

The system was flipping through a book in his mind, which was said to be about how to break this situation. It flipped the pages with a rustling sound, and said without even looking up: "Your sense of taste has been impaired for a long time, why don't you give up?"

Shui Jiangyi rubbed his nose and muttered, "As a human being, don't I have the right to enjoy delicious food? Besides, my other aliases have a sense of taste."

After saying this, he seemed to remember something and picked up the mirror on the table to take a look.

The person in the mirror had a pale face, dark circles under his eyes, and bite marks on his lips. His pink hair hung down on both sides of his cheeks, and his exposed neck was tall and straight.

It looks good, Shui Jiangyi thought, I should be able to handle it.

Something unexpected happened that day, so he could only make up a script on the spot. Unfortunately, the script was just a temporary script after all, and Gojo Satoru still became suspicious.

This is why Fushiguro Megumi came to test him. Fortunately, in the past few days, Mizue Yi has come up with a new script!

A young man who once experienced the death of a companion and started over again and returned to the past.

After coming back, he tried his best to protect the people around him, whether it was the grandfather who should have died, Yoshino Junpei, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugizaki No Rose, or Gojo Satoru who was sealed, or the possibility that something should have existed in Itadori Yuji and might have been taken away by Ryomen Sukuna, none of them would happen.

He risked his life to protect them, and everything became beautiful. Everything in the past should be left to him alone to remember without any fuss until he died.

He was indeed prepared to die, but he did not succeed. As a result, after he was released from the prison, his memory began to become confused. Everything that he had pretended to be so good before began to show some signs of being dead.

In the conversation just now with Fushiguro Megumi, he revealed a few things to Fushiguro Megumi, hoping that Fushiguro Megumi could pass the information to Gojo Satoru according to his ideas and dispel Gojo Satoru's doubts, or let Gojo Satoru ask him directly.

After all, to understand the reason why Gojo Satoru wants to destroy the world, it would be quite difficult to find out unless we take drastic measures to cure his illness while he is ill.

Mizue Yi smiled brightly at the mirror, a smile that belonged to the ever-optimistic Yuji Itadori.

As expected, he still prefers to be quick and decisive.

The system sighed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Yi Yi! Don't laugh like that! It's too scary!"

…

Dusk was falling, and the azure sky was gradually swallowed up by the dusk. Outside the window of the hospital bed, orange-red fire clouds were blooming in full swing in the sky. The cool evening breeze blew over the window sill, bringing with it a piece of dry old leaf.

Shui Jiangyi leaned over and tried to pick it up.

He heard the sound of a door opening behind him and looked over in the direction of the sound.

Gojo Satoru poked his head out from behind the door and shook the white plastic bag in his hand towards him. The plastic bag was full and the things inside collided with each other, making a small sound. "You're awake, Yuhito. Do you want to have a happy cake with me?"

There was no need for an answer. Gojo Satoru walked in and said with a smile, "Just leave it here."

The pink-haired boy said to Gojo Satoru from behind: "Gojo-sensei, I'm sorry, I..."

"Tsk."

Gojo Satoru turned around, walked towards him, and looked him up and down.

The pink-haired boy looked back at Gojo Satoru with a bit of confusion, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Gojo Satoru's action.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and smiled, then suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted him onto his shoulder, and walked towards the table happily: "Youjin, don't frown like that, I almost thought I saw a moth standing in front of me, I didn't react for a moment!"

The pink-haired boy who really didn't react was startled, and said sadly, "Gojo-sensei! It was me who was scared, wasn't it?"

Gojo Satoru was not ashamed at all. He put the pink-haired boy on the sofa, bent down, picked up a piece of biscuit and took a bite, and waved his hand with obvious insincerity: "Be careful next time."

The pink-haired boy hugged his pillow and muttered, "Gojo-sensei is always like this. He was like this last time, too. He locked me up with Curse Corpse and then ran away."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Really? How about I accompany Youren to meet the high-ranking officials of the world of curse this time?"

The air was a little quiet for a while.

The pink-haired boy took the initiative to ask: "Did something happen after I fell into a coma? Why do they want to see me?"

Gojo Satoru sat down opposite him, facing him, and said sternly, "Ryomen Sukuna has appeared."

"What?!" The pink-haired boy sat up straight on the sofa and said quickly, "Gojo-sensei, didn't you say that Ryomen Sukuna has lost consciousness? And he has never appeared before!"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "It is because Ryoumen Sukuna has lost consciousness that you, who were able to swallow Ryoumen Sukuna's fingers, were not listed as a dangerous person by the upper echelons of the curse world. However, after the incident at Jigokumon Kō, Ryoumen Sukuna appeared in your body, and they asked me..."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "Kill, you, are you afraid, Yujin? The teacher is very fierce!"

The pink-haired boy was not afraid, and did not even blink. He said decisively: "But Gojo-sensei refused, right?"

Gojo Satoru opened a bottle of orange soda and took a sip. "Of course, Your Highness, you are the student I personally picked up and you didn't do anything wrong. How could I possibly agree to that?"

"Then..." The pink-haired boy wanted to ask something else, but Gojo Satoru's hand had already fallen on his head.

Gojo Satoru rubbed the unusually soft hair under his palm vigorously, and watched it turn into a bird's nest with satisfaction before he withdrew his hand: "Don't worry, the teacher is here, you will be fine, how about a cookie? I am very satisfied with their new flavors recently released."

…

Shui Jiangyi straightened his messed up hair expressionlessly. He asked the system: "Has Gojo Satoru really changed? Why do I feel that he is as evil as before? No, to be precise, he is even worse than before."

"He was definitely threatening me just now! He said he would definitely protect me. If I told him, yes, the Ryomen Sukuna in my body would explode at any time. He might torment me back to the basement in the next second, right?"

The system tried hard to hold back its laughter and said seriously, "How is that possible? Gojo Satoru doesn't have that tendency right now. I can sense that he is very stable. But it is also possible that this is all just a pretense. When he can't protect you anymore, he might explode."

"Can't protect me?" Shui Jiangyi, who was still making a fuss just now, sensitively caught a word, "Is this his breaking point?"

The system, which was almost being tricked, was startled and said vaguely, "Maybe."

Seeing that the system clearly looked like it was hiding something from him, Shui Jiangyi pondered for a moment and did not ask.

If you just think about this kind of thing, you will know that it has the impulse to destroy the world, and it is definitely not a scar that can be healed in one day.

So, in fact, before this incident, there must have been at least another such heavy incident, which caused severe trauma and abscesses in Gojo Satoru's heart, and he has not forgotten it until now. It even formed an even more bitter swamp, making Gojo Satoru willing to fall into it. It was just this incident that made Gojo Satoru explode completely.

Shui Jiangyi looked into Gojo Satoru's eyes, trying to see something from his expression, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything through the blindfold.

Gojo Satoru sensed his gaze and turned his head to ask him, "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru, what is your heart-wrenching pain?

Shui Jiang Yi thought.