Chapter 101: Morning Blossoms and Evening Plucks Extra 1
In the quaint Japanese-style room of the Gojo family, the air seemed to be frozen with invisible smoke.
"What do you mean by forget about me? And you little brat keep calling me 'I' and imitating my speech!"
Gojo Satoru crossed his arms, his sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose, revealing his eyes that could see through everything, which were burning with obvious displeasure.
His tall figure almost blocked the light from the doorway, and the powerful sense of oppression made the room seem to shrink.
The targeted person, Yazaki, was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His fur instantly stood up, and his face was full of "cat melancholy.jpg".
He scratched his short light grey hair irritably, trying to defend himself, his voice a mixture of shame and madness: "Did I agree to do this?! This bastard is so stupid! The stupidity of a late stage chuunibyou! What can I do if it's innate? I tried very hard to overcome it, ahhhhhhhh!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he almost shouted. His fair cheeks turned red, and the emotional stability he usually tried hard to maintain was gone.
Gojo Satoru accurately hit his Achilles' heel—that damned "I" self-proclaimed self that he couldn't completely get rid of.
I originally thought Gojo Satoru's quirk was very interesting, so I added it when I was learning to speak. But reality gave him a slap in the face.
At this moment, he just wanted to disappear right where he was.
Gojo Satoru looked at Yazaki's defenseless appearance with satisfaction, and a wicked arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, like a cat that successfully teased its prey.
Just a few words revealed the true nature of this usually calm kid, which made him feel inexplicably better.
"Ah..." A helpless sigh broke the tense atmosphere between the two.
Geto Xia Yu sat cross-legged on the futon by the window, supporting his forehead with one hand, and looked at the two "cats" in front of him with a headache as they showed their claws, stood up their fur and growled at each other.
One is the strongest sorcerer, with supernatural powers but a bad personality like a large ragdoll cat; the other is his son who suddenly disappeared and reappeared when he was six months pregnant. He is usually calm, but when provoked by Gojo Satoru, he becomes like a stressed black cat.
He could almost foresee that for a long time to come, this Japanese-style room, and even the entire Gojo family, would become a disaster scene of "cats destroying the house" - cursed energy would soar, furniture would be destroyed, and servants would flee.
An idea suddenly came to mind as Geto Suguru was calmly calculating: why not just leave them here?
Anyway, this is the Gojo family. It is only natural that the Gojo family should be responsible for cleaning up the trouble caused by Gojo Satoru (including this little brat who imitated his speaking habits).
As soon as this thought flashed through their minds, Gojo Satoru and Yazaki stopped grinning at each other as if by telepathy. They turned their heads abruptly at the same time, their sharp gazes locked onto Geto Suguru like searchlights.
"Gate/Gate!" the two men said in unison, their tone filled with caution and questioning, "Are you thinking of something terrible?!"
Geto Xia Yu was slightly taken aback, then his usual gentle yet slightly enigmatic smile spread across his face, his narrow, foxy eyes narrowing. "Oh? Such a quick reaction? You two... you really have a tacit understanding. This is what they call 'fate,' right?"
"Only a fool would have any tacit understanding with this worthless cat! I don't even want this bad relationship!" Yazaki immediately jumped up as if his tail was stepped on, pointing at Gojo Satoru and retorting loudly, as if having any connection with him was a great shame.
"I don't want to have anything to do with that brat. Jie, are you telling a horror story?" Gojo Satoru turned his head away with a look of disgust and pushed his sunglasses back on, as if the momentary synchronization just now was just an illusion.
"Tsk, they were so in sync just now."
Geto Xia Yu chuckled, his tone teasing, and glanced at Gojo Satoru's profile as he put on his sunglasses again. "But then again, sometimes fate is much more outrageous than a horror story."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to be suddenly touched by something. The smile on his face faded a little, and his eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was lost in some memories.
In the gap between the two people's quarrel, Geto Suguru's thoughts wandered briefly, and he recalled an ordinary assembly mission six years ago.
He remembered that he had opened the domain "One Hundred Demons Night Parade", and the rule that all cursed spirits within the domain would be tamed was about to take effect.
At that moment, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the invisible spatial barrier, the solid boundary of his domain, without any warning!
The crack was not pitch black, but a strange lavender color that seemed to contain starlight. The edges were still spreading and breaking, making a subtle but heart-pounding "crack" sound.
A huge, strange, yet magical power wave with strange vitality surged out from the crack like a flood breaking through a dam!
Then, a loud, pure cry of a baby, which even carried some kind of soul-penetrating power, exploded without warning amidst the roar of the majestic curse power!
The crying did not come from any living creature around, but instead seemed to come from the depths of the void that was turbulent due to the impact of the curse.
As the crying grew louder, the cursed energy that was originally scattered violently seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and began to gather and swirl towards the center of the crack. The spider-web-like crack also slowly expanded, revealing a broken void behind it that was flashing with strange light.
In the shattered void, the light flickered, as if something was surging through the crumbling barrier.
The soul-piercing cry became clearer and clearer, and every rise and fall seemed to be a countdown to the arrival of something. The cursed power gathered at the crack also trembled, and gradually condensed into a soft light track, winding from the depths of the void to the edge of the crack.
At the moment when the light track was completely laid, a very light sigh seemed to come from the depths of the void. Then, the flickering light suddenly shrank, and a vague small outline slowly emerged in the halo.
I saw a tiny baby wrapped in a golden cloud-patterned swaddling cloth, falling from the shattered starry sky as if gently pushed by an invisible force.
The ends of her soft hair were still stained with tiny shimmering bits of cursed energy, like stardust, which drifted away gently as she fell. The pure sound of her cries seemed exceptionally clear and fragile amidst the aftermath of the cursed energy.
The baby did not fall.
When it was half a foot off the ground, it was steadily supported by a gentle cursed force and gently floated in the air - it was Geto who made the move.
The smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by complete solemnity and scrutiny.
"Master!"
"A miracle! This is the Son of God sent from heaven!"
"The fetus in the starry sea is moving, the Son of God is born!"
The core members of the Panxing Sect who rushed over after hearing the noise saw the baby falling from the sky and instantly burst into fanatical shouts.
They prostrated themselves on the ground in excitement, their eyes gleaming with an almost frenzied faith. The lavender cracks, the dazzling stardust, and the immense, pure mana emanating from the infant were undoubtedly the most sacred revelation to them—this was the Son of God, bestowed upon their great leader by heaven!
It was a symbol of hope for the revival of the Panxing Cult! A frenzied atmosphere instantly flooded the room, drowning out the previous argument, leaving only the worship of the swaddled baby.
Geto Suguru waved his hand, and the invisible pressure calmed the fanatical shouting a little, but the fanaticism in the believers' eyes did not subside.
He slowly walked forward to the suspended baby. The baby seemed tired of crying, sobbing, with a pair of large, sky-blue eyes as pure as the sky after rain, curiously gazing at this strange world and the man with the strange hairstyle before him.
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