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Missions that require Gojo Satoru to be deployed are usually either special-grade or emergency situations.
Like this mission, the time was set in advance and it was in the special category, but it was critical but not to the point where human lives were lost.
Even someone as strong as Gojo Satoru, in addition to taking care of first-grade homework, has to attend meetings, carry out emergency tasks, and prepare lesson plans every day.
——I’m really busy.
Although he is a person who can do whatever he wants and trample on the rules at will, he is willing to be constrained, carve out his own territory within the rules, and change the world of magic bit by bit in his own way.
For example, personally training younger generations who can walk shoulder to shoulder with you.
Before Hipper showed up, the only things that could make him feel genuinely relaxed and at ease were eating his favorite desserts after being tired, returning to the teacher's apartment to enjoy some private time, and seeing the little progress made by his students.
A strong and stable core supports his unbridled strength and unshakable faith.
Tolerate minor offenses from others and never be easily tempted.
Beneath the cold and ruthless appearance, there is a pure kindness.
Man cannot protect everything he sees, so he never demands that he save everyone.
This is a difficult aspect of human nature to overcome and transcend, because humans are social creatures and are taught from a young age not to stand by and watch others die, not to be indifferent to life.
People should save others.
Choosing not to help someone in danger often leads to inner moral condemnation; facing the death of others directly will cause a huge impact on the spirit.
Because that's what people are like.
The human spirit has its limits.
However, Gojo Satoru seemed to be lacking this bit of humanity.
Those clear and transparent eyes gave him heavy responsibilities and pain, but he completely understood this pain and overcame it, just like the trajectory of light - a straight line between two points, never deviating.
Stretching straight forward, walking on the one-way street called the strongest, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
But you can walk behind him, follow in his footsteps, and walk the path he walked.
This is the life of a man named Gojo Satoru, belonging to the world of Rokugan.
…
"Gojo Satoru."
He almost immediately put down the tablet and looked at Hipper, his thoughts still on the mission report just now, his face still had the usual expression of someone thinking seriously - as if he had not yet come out of the state.
A deep-seated sense of alertness suddenly rose up in the flesh and blood. That feeling is called - your wife suddenly calls you by your full name.
"Why are you calling me by my full name all of a sudden?"
He studied Hipper's expression carefully, seeing no sign of anger, nor any thought of anything that might be bothering her.
Hipper wasn't the type to act irrationally. Her brilliant mind allowed her to fully analyze the situation before any emotion arose, automatically providing the most appropriate solution.
So many times, her anger subsided before she actually got angry.
The girl slumped in the back seat in a disarray, her hands folded on her abdomen, her skirt piled up at her thighs because of her unruly posture.
She tilted her head and squinted her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her, as if this would help her see him more clearly.
Everyone said he had a bad temper, but who would have thought that using the Six Eyes continuously day after day, year after year, even with the support of the reversal technique, the exhaustion from the inside out would never really disappear.
When people are entangled in negative emotions, it is difficult not to be affected by them. Words, actions, and thoughts will unconsciously deviate.
He just entertains and relaxes with the world around him in his own way.
He cannot fall into internal friction, he cannot fall into internal friction, he absolutely cannot.
His energy radiates outwards, and even if he restrains it carefully, it is bound to hurt others.
Gojo Satoru is a human being. A human being.
Fatigue will accumulate little by little. Although it will not crush him, it will always follow him like a shadow.
Since birth, he has been forced to adapt to and accept this world, and gradually mastered this power in endless pain.
He could have easily made others adapt to himself and accept everything about himself.
In other words, he can make the rules.
But he didn't do that.
If anyone else were to bear these responsibilities, they would either go crazy or die.
In this world, there is only one unique Gojo Satoru.
The surname Gojo must be followed by Satoru, and the six eyes must be on Gojo Satoru.
Neither is indispensable.
Born in a human body, growing up day by day, she still finds it difficult to truly swallow the knowledge that belongs to humans.
Describing her as a human being is like imprisoning her in a narrow box; defining her as a monster is like completely denying the meaning of her birth.
Hipper calls himself a genius and a top-grade sorcerer, but he rarely, very rarely calls himself a human being.
It's just like how humans never deliberately emphasize that they are human - the more eager they are to confirm, the more guilty they appear.
Everything in the world is readily available to her, except for the Six Eyes, which she actively desires.
She did her best to charm him, seduce him, and even deceive him.
Gojo Satoru seems to be a person with divinity - humanity and divinity are perfectly balanced in him.
His humanity aroused her greed, and his divinity made her obsessed.
Hipper likes pure things.
Like everything about him.
I like everything about Gojo Satoru.
I like him so much...I can't help but want to do something for him.
…
"I love you."
The sleepy-looking girl squinted her eyes and stared at him for a long moment before mumbling these words. Her cheeks were gently wrapped in her loose white hair, making her look like a pampered young lady.
The car suddenly skidded, then quickly regained its composure. The assistant driver in the driver's seat was heart-pounding, startled by the sudden jolt and even more frightened by the girl's words.
That was Gojo Satoru!! Was he really going to die? So bravely confessing his feelings to him? The first sentence was simply "I love you"... So direct, so wild, so passionate.
Having just finished being called by her full name, and expecting her to criticize him, Gojo Satoru was caught off guard by a confession. He set the tablet aside, gently embraced the girl, and let her lie flat on his lap.
"What's wrong?"
This inexplicable love made him curious about what Hipper was thinking just now.
A genius never expresses her love easily, but it just so happens that the object of her love is the same person.
But she only said "I love you" twice. The first time was at the moment of rebirth and redemption, when they swore an oath of complete surrender, leaving no room for curses on each other.
Instead of being like now, so sleepy that I seem to be talking in my sleep.
The girl closed her eyes comfortably under his gentle caress. The kneading force was just right, and it was not surprising that she fell asleep during such a head massage.
"I'm not lying to you. It's true."
"I love you so much that I can grant you one wish."
Just as Gojo Satoru was about to ask further questions, the genius interrupted him.
"You can't specify it. I've already determined the wish for you."
"What is it?"
"Let you go home on time every day."
…
His heart was slightly disturbed by this answer, and his brain, which was always filled with countless information, rarely went blank for a moment.
“Why be so cautious… I don’t forbid you to be greedy…” The girl muttered in a daze, almost falling asleep.
"Every time you teach me to be greedy, why is it that when it comes to you... I have to teach you?"
…
"I'll give you everything you want, and I'll also give you everything you don't want..."
…
She fell asleep.
"call--"
The man relaxed into the cushions, tilting his head back slightly as he pulled down his blindfold. The tilt of his head revealed the lines of his throat through his high-collared uniform. His Adam's apple rolled gently as he breathed and swallowed, as if swallowing down unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, digesting them all on his own.
The train car fell into silence. Outside the window, neon lights flickered, the scene was bustling and bustling, but inside the train car, just across the door, you could hear a pin drop.
The man suddenly looked a little tired, a kind of tiredness that quietly seeped out from deep within, silent but clear.
She fell asleep.
After saying that.
Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to double his mental workload? How cunning... Now his mind was full of Hipper, and her words kept echoing in his mind over and over again.
It's not that he wasn't greedy, he just hid everything deep down. He didn't want Hipper to make a choice, he wanted her to come to him on her own initiative.
Therefore, he always appears indifferent and passive.
He wanted her to come closer, to stand on tiptoe, to take the initiative to give her trust, vows, bonds and love.
He did it too well, too successfully, and too perfectly.
It is so perfect that even a genius would fall into the trap and believe it to be true.
Coax, seduce, charm.
What Hipper did to him is what she is doing to her now.
This is what you taught me.
Only when you teach others what you have learned can it be deeply imprinted on their souls.
【Be a little greedier, Hipper.】
[Be a little more greedy, Gojo Satoru.]
…
I want you, Hipper.
I want you.
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For many years, Hipper's sleep time has been controlled within four hours. Therefore, on the rare days when she can sleep in, her biological clock still wakes her up on time - even the best-tempered person will inevitably feel a little depressed at this time.
After only an hour's sleep, she was still half asleep and half awake. As she was used to rolling around in bed when she first woke up, she subconsciously wanted to turn over.
He turned over, but his face was gently covered by a hand, completely hidden.
Hipper was awakened by his action and was about to reach out to pull it open, but the man bent down and asked her quietly.
"What time is the curfew for going home?"
Huh? You ask that right after waking up? Shouldn't you first ask her what she wants to do?
Hipper then realized that their current position did not allow her to roll left or right - she would either fall down, or...
It was a really bad posture. No wonder Gojo Satoru covered her face with his hands.
She turned over and lay face up, and this time Gojo Satoru took the initiative to let go of her hand. Lying down was more comfortable than sitting, so Hipper didn't rush to get up.
"Nine o'clock, the nightlife is just beginning at this time." In a city like Tokyo, nine o'clock in the evening is when people start to relax. This time of night shows another side of the city.
But Gojo Satoru seemed to have other ideas.
"A man who doesn't come home by nine and is idle out there will probably be like this for the rest of his life." He said this with a very harsh understatement. "It's too late. Seven? Six, maybe. Actually, you can work from home."
Are you working from home? Exterminating cursed spirits remotely?
"Gojo-sensei, teacher." Hipper emphasized the identity of teacher, reminding him that he still had the work of teaching and educating to do.
How can a teacher work from home?
"When it comes to online classes, this is the role the Internet should play." Gojo Satoru has his own explanation.
He was actually just acting coquettishly and accompanying her in this way.
It's not unreasonable, he won't really abandon his students.
Work...Human beings lead such a busy and idle life.
Catching Gojo Satoru can solve the problem of him returning home on time. Well, he can't be put in the simulated universe. The newly brought home cat must be isolated, otherwise there will be a fight.
Where to take him...
"Hippo, what are you thinking about?" She looked dazed and stunned. Gojo Satoru pinched her cheek.
The girl's eyes were blank as she answered him very naturally, "I'm thinking about how to lock you up."
...? Is there something wrong?
Gojo Satoru was surprised and immediately took off his blindfold and stared at her again and again, trying to find something different.
Weird, he didn't turn evil at all, but the little genius turned black after a good night's sleep. Did he not sleep well? Is he in a bad mood when he woke up?
"Lock me up...?" he asked again uncertainly. "Lock me up like that, to do something terrible?"
Huh? He really understands.
Hipper blinked and looked into his eyes, and found that his eyes seemed bright even in the dim environment, so bright that they seemed a little... uh, a little hungry.
Gojo Satoru seemed quite sympathetic to her idea, thinking she had finally figured out how to try something different, like master-servant dog training. She finally knew she needed to tame Rokugan, and starting with him wasn't a bad idea.
"Lock you up in bed and make you sleep for 48 hours."
For Gojo Satoru, who is used to a short sleep, sleeping for 48 hours is a torture.
“…”
Gojo Satoru pulled up the blindfold and put his hands on Hipper's face again.
"You sleep for 48 hours now."
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