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Did Gojo Satoru think that by biting her twice and leaving marks, he could keep her from leaving the house? Did he think that without her reversal technique, she would be helpless and have to stay home?
Naive, she has more than just these tricks.
For their mother's sake, her children even proactively adjusted their own taste; now healing their mother's wounds is naturally a piece of cake for them.
They are willing to do anything as long as their mother gives the order.
She was now willing to treat these little things - in her eyes, these things were just food reserves, and she could occasionally use them as dogs. This kind of guaranteed profit was exactly what she wanted.
He entered the lab in a disheveled state, and a thick, insoluble curse soon erupted from within. When the door was pushed open, Hipper emerged, dressed neatly and tidy, with no trace of his dishevelled appearance.
Oh, please ask for external help.
He watched as Hipper turned around proudly in front of him, and even pulled open his collar to let him see that his skin was already as smooth as before.
“…”
What is he so proud of? He will continue to bite next time.
"Hmph, I'm going to arrest someone, you just look after the house carefully, do you hear me?" The girl put one hand on her waist, poking the man's chest with her fingertips, her eyes proud.
But his mind was filled with another image - her tearful eyes, clinging to him.
Whether it is the arrogance at this moment or the fragility at that time, they are actually very beautiful.
"Yeah, go ahead." He responded nonchalantly, watching her turn around and go back to her room to change clothes, while he curled up on the sofa and opened the game library.
"Hmm - let's play Need for Speed." He swiped his finger across the screen a few times before finally choosing a game at random and waiting for the tutorial to load.
He didn't wait long before the crisp sound of heels hitting the ground made him look up. Seeing Hipper's attire, Gojo Satoru immediately put down the controller and asked, "You're going to arrest someone wearing this?"
The neckline was too low, the hem too short, it looked more like she was going on a date than arresting someone. Considering her history of having three girlfriends, this was very likely.
"Huh?" She instantly exploded, her voice rising a little, "What does what I wear have to do with arresting someone?"
Her eyes were surprisingly bright, which was because she was angry; she was very energetic, which was also because she was angry.
Well, he looks so energetic and furious, it doesn't look like he's going to have an affair.
After confirming this, Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, put on his headphones, and picked up the controller again, "Come back soon~"
"..." Staring at his back, Hipper couldn't help but grit his teeth - this guy is as infuriating as the teacher!
"Let's go!" The girl angrily took her weapon and used the anchor point to leave this universe.
*
In the Reflection World, on July 2, 2018, Hipper arrived.
The rain was falling, and Hipper's figure was frozen on the wet street. As soon as he landed, he was drenched by water.
"Ah, you're here. Are you willing to see me this time?"
The street lights cast a dim light in the rain and fog. The tall woman under the umbrella stood quietly, her eyes closed, but she was "looking" accurately at Hipper.
Her gaze was like a physical vine, carrying greedy moisture and twisted possessiveness, tightly wrapped around Hipper - like a maggot on the tarsal bone, impossible to get rid of or kill.
"Is this dress specially made for me today?" The woman's eyes lingered between Hipper's neckline and skirt, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened little by little, becoming so sweet that it was sickening.
"Don't be so sentimental and obsessed with love." Hipper wiped the rain off her face and brushed her wet hair back. "I came to ask you—um!"
The fishy smell of rainwater mixed with the woman's rich, choking fragrance rushed into his nose. The next second, his neck felt slightly cold, followed by a sharp, tearing pain—her throat had been cut!
The woman's fingertips were dripping with blood, and she slowly brought them to her lips to lick them clean. A sickly blush spread across her pale cheeks, and even the corners of her eyes were stained with an eerie pink.
"Ah—so sweet~" She savored it, her tone as satisfied as if she was tasting top-notch cuisine, completely ignoring Hipper's tense vigilance. "I don't want to listen to you now. Be obedient and behave well, okay?"
"Ugh... you crazy bastard." Hipper cursed through gritted teeth. This woman had clearly aimed her movements at her voice, trying to shut her up.
The wound looks serious, and actually... well, it's really quite serious.
Pressing on the side of her neck, warm blood was oozing out through her fingers. Her heart sank: Five minutes - the wound involved a vital part, and even without strenuous exercise, it would not last long. Once she started, she could only hold on for five minutes at most, and then she had to evacuate immediately.
In terms of speed, Hipper was well aware that she was at a complete disadvantage—this madman had already become a god, how could she possibly defeat him? In his eyes, her attacks were probably no different from a kitten's scratching.
But retreating like this would be too frustrating. Even if I can't win, I have to at least stab her a few times to vent my anger!
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Hipper rushed forward first. Anyway, this woman couldn't die, so he could beat her however he wanted. It would be best if he could step on her hard and make her bark like a dog.
"So impatient?" the woman's tone remained strangely sweet, and she gracefully sidestepped, easily avoiding Hipper's blade. Then, with a light leap, her figure suspended in mid-air, just in time to avoid the lightning attack that spread across the ground. The lightning was completely unpredictable, clearly Hipper's reckless and indiscriminate counterattack.
"Have you forgotten what I said last time? Really..." The woman folded her umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella lightly tapped the ground. She looked down at the girl floating in the air, with a bit of anger in her eyes, but more of it was the desire for control.
"If you keep being so disobedient, I'll—" Her voice suddenly became very close, and the woman's figure flashed before Hipper's eyes, her cold breath almost touching her face. The pair of eyes that had been tightly closed finally slowly opened—there were no pupils in them, only a bottomless abyss of nothingness.
"——Angry."
A flash of cold light flashed, and the rapier pulled out from the umbrella handle instantly pierced Hipper's palm. She subconsciously tried to strike back, but the woman dodged it, leaving only a stinging pain in her palm.
Thunder roared beneath the rain, lightning flashed fiercely through the clouds. Rainy weather was supposed to aid Hipper in unleashing her abilities, but facing a god-level opponent, this advantage seemed insignificant, even becoming a burden that restricted her movements.
The crisp sound of blades clashing continued, and the aftermath of the fight between the two men caused the surrounding buildings to collapse one after another. The rubble mixed with rainwater fell to the ground, splashing up a pool of mud.
Blood dripped into the pool, creating a faint crimson hue. From beginning to end, only one person bled, only one person was injured—the one confronting Hipper wasn't human.
But God cannot be hurt.
"Are you being coquettish?" The woman slowly licked the blood off her fingers, tilted her head to look at her, and said teasingly, "It's a pity, I won't give you a reward."
"Because I'm really angry right now."
The tip of the rapier gently touched the water, creating ripples. The woman's gaze was fixed on Hipper's bleeding palm and neck. Her tone seemed concerned, but she coveted the gushing blood. "Don't you want to find a bandage? If you keep bleeding like this, you'll die."
"..." You're the one who's meddling in other people's business! Hipper gritted his teeth, unable to utter a single sound, but in his heart he had already cursed the other person.
It was almost time to retreat. Hipper could clearly feel her body protesting—multiple fractures, the dizziness from excessive blood loss, and her strength rapidly draining away. She no longer hesitated, and at the perfect moment, she emerged from the reflected world, her figure becoming transparent.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave." The woman's voice suddenly came closer, with a cold sweetness. "You're willing to come see me, so there should be a reward—a small gift for you."
The breath sprayed on Hipper's face, and before she could react or dodge, the woman's fingertips gently brushed her cheek.
The next second, a piercing burning pain suddenly came, as if tiny insects were gnawing at the skin - the movie star had cut a wound on Hipper's left eye, and there was a curse wrapped inside.
"See you next time, dear." The woman reached out to hug Hipper, whose figure was becoming increasingly illusory, and whispered in her ear with her lips.
Why doesn't this lunatic just die?
*
The wound must be treated immediately, and finding Glass is the only and best option.
Hipper quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind: the 2018 Nazawa was more experienced and skilled, but going there would mean facing Gojo-sensei—too difficult to deal with. He'd be grilled if he wasn't careful. Even worse, if the resurrected Satoru noticed anything, he'd definitely be giving her a lecture.
In comparison, although the skills of Glass in 2005 were still immature and his experience was slightly insufficient, his advantage was that Gojo Satoru was only 15 years old - at this age, he could still handle it on his own.
Without further hesitation, lock the time coordinates.
On October 22, 2005, Hipper was born.
Her figure appeared in the familiar room, and she stumbled and knelt as soon as she landed.
Just as Ieiri Shoko was about to lift the body for dissection onto the empty bed, she suddenly saw a figure covered in blood kneeling in front of the bed, scaring her so much that she took a step back.
"!!" Glass held his chest to calm his breathing, his eyes quickly scanning the wounds on Hipper's body - from the bleeding palms to the hideous side of the neck, fixed on the wound that was still bleeding, his brows furrowed.
Cut throat?
"Tsk, where have you been running wild again?" She turned to the medicine cabinet to pick out the things she needed next. "You don't have a reversal spell, so can't you be more restrained?"
Wet wipes, scissors, disinfectant, rolled bandages... Glass neatly arranged the necessary items one by one. Hipper was already accustomed to this process. Without waiting for her to speak, she took off all the blood-stained clothes, revealing her body covered with wounds underneath.
"..." Glass looked at the scars on her body, pinched her gloves, and complained in his heart: This guy is getting more and more outrageous.
Putting on gloves, he started with the wound on the side of his neck, where the bleeding was most severe. He carefully wiped off the blood with a wet wipe, pressed for a while to stop the bleeding, and waited until the bleeding slowed down before initiating the reversal technique. A faint green light enveloped the wound, repairing the damaged tissue bit by bit.
After treating the fatal wound, she slowed down her pace, wiped the remaining blood stains on Hipper's body, and then performed reversal techniques on the scratches and bruises of varying depths.
It was not until the end that Nitro's eyes fell on Hipper's face and she realized something was wrong.
At first she thought the blood on Hipper's face was just a scratch and shouldn't be serious. She was so narcissistic that it was impossible for her to let her face be injured.
But when she pushed aside the strands of hair on Hipper's forehead and saw the wound clearly, her face instantly darkened - it was a vertical wound that started from the left eyelid and extended to the corner of the lip.
The wound was not deep and the bleeding was light, but when she activated the reversal technique to try to heal it, the light green light dissipated the moment it touched the wound and had no effect at all.
This wound seemed to be locked by an invisible force, always remaining in a damaged state and unable to heal at all.
Glass's fingertips hovered above the wound, and her expression became solemn.
"curse?"
We have to let Wu come over and take a look, his eyes are better.
She took off her blood-stained gloves and tossed them on the tray, then pulled out her phone and called Gojo Satoru. The receiver beeped for a few seconds, and as soon as the other party answered, she didn't give him a chance to make a joke and got straight to the point.
"There's a wound on Hipper's face. The reversal spell doesn't work. It's a curse. Come back and take a look."
The other party hung up without even a word of response. The next second, the door to the infirmary was flung open, and Gojo Satoru entered.
Tsk, how fast. Glass was secretly amazed. Fortunately, she had covered Hipper with a sterile cloth just now. Even if she was a lover, she couldn't let her see people naked like this.
"Hippo!" The young man walked over quickly, his anxiousness unconcealed. His exposed blue eyes were full of worry as he looked up and down at the bandages on her body.
Hipper turned to look at him, speechless. Although the bleeding from the cut throat had been stopped by the reversal technique, his vocal cords hadn't fully recovered yet, and the slightest movement caused pain.
She was too lazy to speak and just winked at Gojo Satoru as a response.
"It's okay, it's okay," Gojo Satoru immediately slowed down his tone, squatting beside the bed and soothing her softly, "Even with a wound on your face, you still look the best."
He knew very well how much Hipper cared about her face, and now that she had such a long scar, she must be furious.
“…”
Stupid Satoru.
Of course she's the prettiest. What's this little injury? Sooner or later, she'll scratch that movie star's face twice in return, double the damage!
Gojo Satoru could tell from the tense corners of her mouth that she was complaining, and swallowed back the words of comfort that were on the tip of his tongue. Well, it seemed his words of comfort would be of no use; it was more important to take care of the wound first.
He leaned close to Hipper's face and stared at the wound that stretched from his eyelid to the corner of his lip for a long time, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Finally, he turned to her and asked, "Who cut it? I'll kill him."
“…”I can’t even beat you, and you’re still dreaming.
"Can't you see it?" Glass leaned over and lightly tapped the wound with her fingertips, looking a little distressed. Gojo Satoru was clearly trying to change the subject; even his six eyes couldn't see the curse.
The curse that can render the reversal spell ineffective is also invisible even to the six eyes. It is difficult, troublesome and tricky to deal with.
The boy turned back to his lover and asked in a softer voice, "Does it hurt? Does it affect your eyesight? If so, blink. If not, stay still."
Hipper didn't move in bed. She simply closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them. The continuous fighting and blood loss had already drained her strength. Now she just wanted to rest, even if it was just for a short while.
If you have anything to say, wait until she wakes up.
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