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"Close the door."
…
"The seal is complete."
*
“Snap—”
The white-haired man was trapped amidst a mountain of human bones, one leg draped over his knee, his languid posture incongruous with the eerie surroundings. He slowly peeled back the blindfold, revealing a pair of six pale eyes, sharp even in the lightless darkness. He casually scanned the surroundings—the stench of decay lingered among the jagged bones, and deathly silence lingered in every inch of space.
"It seems that physical time doesn't pass." He clicked his tongue, but there was no sign of distress on his face. "Oh no, many things are going to be difficult..."
The student's face flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, "Well, things will work out when the time comes." He leaned back, his back against the pile of bones, and felt a sense of calmness and ease.
His eyes pierced through the layers of bones and looked into the void. He grinned silently, and his tone was filled with a determined smile.
The great battle to save Gojo-sensei...
"I'm optimistic about you, everyone."
*
Unable to sense the passage of time, all around him was a stagnant, dead silence. Calming his mind and gathering his chaotic thoughts became the most appropriate option at this moment. Gojo Satoru closed his eyes as usual, trying to let his consciousness sink into a clear and empty space.
At this moment, a very light crisp sound penetrated the perception, like the omen of thin glass about to break under tension, subtle but sharp.
Before he could identify the source, "BOOM!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, reaching the deepest recesses of his mind, like an invisible torrent crashing down upon him. Gojo Satoru was gripped by this force, his entire body frozen in an instant, his consciousness dragged into a boundless chaos. He felt a sense of stagnation, akin to the sensation of being struck by his own Infinite Space.
Countless voices exploded in my ears, noisy and chaotic, yet strangely intertwined, like countless threads tangled together. The voices layered on top of each other, eventually twisting into a clear yet completely unfamiliar name, echoing repeatedly in my consciousness.
"Hippo."
He murmured the name almost unconsciously.
who is she?
What was that chaotic impact and those surging fragments just now?
Is it memory?
If it is a memory, whose is it?
Countless questions surged in my mind, like a deep pool into which a stone was thrown, sending out circle after circle of chaotic ripples.
The name "Hipper" was still circling in his mind, and together with those vague sounds, it formed a puzzling web, making his now chaotic thoughts even more confused.
Hipper...who is it?
This question was like a rooted vine, circling and entwining in my heart, and every beat pulled at my nerves.
The fragments that had just begun to calm down seemed to be ignited by this name and instantly broke free from their restraints - the madness rose again, more turbulent and violent than before, carrying a madness that could collapse and destroy everything, pouring down towards him fiercely.
He had nowhere to escape.
This torrent did not come from the outside world, but took root and spread from the deepest part of his mind. Like a cancer attached to the bone, it had long been entangled with his consciousness. He could only watch helplessly as the madness completely swallowed him up.
Those fragments surging in the chaos seemed to be suddenly pulled and put back into place by an invisible force - in the extreme stirring and collision, they were quickly pieced together and bitten in an almost rough manner, and finally condensed into a complete memory.
Without a buffer, without a warning, this surging tide of memory, like a river bursting its banks, crashed into Gojo Satoru's mind with irresistible force. Every detail, every inch of perception, was terrifyingly clear, spreading madly along his nerves, instantly filling every corner of his consciousness.
"Wu, have you ever seen the universe?"
A beautiful white-haired girl cups your face, her fingertips slightly cool. She stands on tiptoe, resting her forehead against yours. A ripple suddenly ripples across her pale eyes—and the next second, they expand into a boundless starry sky, with billions of stars glimmering and twinkling within.
"Want to join us? Let's explore this world."
Her smile was full of curves, unbridled and radiant, like light breaking free from its bonds. Though it was a stranger I had never met before, I felt a deep, familiar familiarity.
This is what the girl named Hipper said to Gojo Satoru.
*
Memories washed over me like a tide, and the scene quietly switched, unfolding a new scene.
"Here, take this limited edition dessert and you'll be my student." He shook the paper bag in his hand, casually and mischievously, "Call me Gojo-sensei first, will you?"
The white-haired girl's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, her expression subtle. After a few seconds of silence, she hesitated.
But it falls clearly into your ears.
[Gojo teacher.]
*
"Wu, you've changed so much since you were young."
The fingertips of a girl in a men's college uniform are tightly clasped with yours, and the warmth of their palms touching is clearly felt.
She looked up at you, a smile spreading across her blue eyes, and her tone was filled with a sly familiarity.
I still prefer you at 28.
She leans toward you, her eyes sparkling like stars.
"Satoru, what do you think of the name Gojo Hipper?"
"I'm not interested in women who look like me." You heard yourself answer this, with a hint of alienation in your tone, as if you were joking.
This is a lie.
From the moment she appears in your sight, your eyes are like being pulled by an invisible thread, firmly locked on her, unable to move away.
Even his heartbeat lost its rhythm and thrashed wildly in his chest, each beat silently refuting those hypocritical words.
*
Open the door
This time she was stopped outside the door and knocked gently, but you sat behind it, indifferent.
"Let's go on a date, Satoru."
Open the door, question, kiss, provoke, expel, the girl looks at you blankly, without responding.
She doesn't know how to kiss, and passively endures your aggression, completely defenseless, swallowing everything you say.
*
〖teacher. 〗
The girl standing between the fake and you calls out to you. She turns around and looks down at you. Her blue eyes that once held the entire starry sky are now like frozen ice, without a trace of warmth.
The efficiency is too poor.
She is criticizing you.
When she appears in front of you again, she will stop you from getting closer to her.
"Teacher, be careful. I can't always make it in time."
You hear yourself say—
“Do I have this student?”
*
The last one.
The girl who came before you again and again, snatched the prison gate from the fake, and repeatedly raced against time to tear open the prison gate to rescue you looked at you tiredly, focused and pious, and her face was bloody and tired but could not hide her beauty.
She appeared again.
At this moment, she is standing in front of you, her eyes tired but still fixed on you, so focused that it seems as if your existence is her entire focus.
There was an almost pious stubbornness hidden in her eyes. Even though her face was still stained with fresh blood and there was an lingering fatigue between her brows, it could not conceal her beauty in the slightest.
It was a dazzling brilliance with a sense of brokenness, forged through countless fights and rescues.
"Although I don't know who you are—"
"But thank you for the hard work."
You saw the ice in her eyes melt away quietly in an almost melting manner the moment these words fell.
Like a stream thawing in early spring, the ice edges at the very edge begin to gleam, then fine cracks spread out, and finally the cold and hard surface completely fades away, revealing the warm and clear water flowing underneath.
Tiny ripples gradually appeared in the originally cold blue pupils, as if stars were twinkling in them again.
She still looks best when she smiles like this.
…
"Christmas Eve is not peaceful at all."
After witnessing Gojo Satoru's death, she seemed to burn out and returned to this world again with wounds.
She will clear all obstacles for you and crush all enemies that attack you. She can completely disregard her own life and try to pull you back from the brink of death even if she is covered in blood and on the verge of collapse.
Once, twice, countless times... Until the 102,413th time, she still tried her best to tear open the seal of the prison gate and free you from the darkness.
All of this is for no other reason than that you are Gojo Satoru.
*
"Teacher, live, don't die."
"See you next time, Gojo-sensei."
〖Stupid Satoru.〗
"Wu, hold on tighter, I'm going to fall."
I like six eyes.
"No matter how bad your future is, as long as I'm here, it will be the best future."
"Because I'm a genius."
You are the guiding light, the direction, and the beacon.
"Thinking of the person who put the ring on your finger, thinking of that genius who made a promise with you."
I am completely captivated by you.
"The strongest and the genius, the two of us, are the most compatible."
〖I hate teachers the most!〗
"Wu, you smell so good."
"If it's Satoru, it doesn't matter if I get beaten up."
〖Mr. Gojo~〗
Can I kiss you?
"All the teacher's wishes will come true."
No one will become an obstacle to you, and your path forward will be smooth.
"Nice to meet you, long time no see, and - welcome."
〖I love you. 〗
Do you want me to propose?
…
All the memories came flooding back, forcibly washing over every inch of his consciousness in an instant. The man blinked slowly, his eyelashes trembling, but it felt like a thousand eons had passed.
These memories come from every Gojo Satoru scattered across 102,415 parallel worlds—and the name "Hippo" has long become an obsession engraved deep in their souls, a mark that cannot be erased across countless time and space.
That was why, at the moment the shock hit him, he blurted out the name subconsciously without any warning.
It’s really unbelievable... This kind of love is so twisted that it’s almost weird.
Whether it was Hipper's tangled obsession with the Rokugan, or Gojo Satoru's mixed possessive bond with Hipper, they were all...
He stopped thinking and stopped thinking about it, instead turning his attention back to the situation at hand - the current situation was what he needed to figure out most clearly.
The resurrection within the simulated universe had triggered widespread destruction, leading to the loss of vast amounts of data. Perhaps it was some kind of coincidence? All of this scattered data flowed towards him, forcing him to passively absorb countless fragments of memory.
All the past events captured by the six eyes, fragments of Hipper, and that primordial celestial body...
Tsk, the memories were too numerous and too mixed. Even more disturbing was the presence of overly personal images. The image of the girl, tearful and downcast, whispering a plea for mercy, suddenly flashed through his mind. His throat moved slightly, and he blinked uncomfortably, as if trying to erase the image from his mind, to banish it from his thoughts.
The harder I tried to banish those images from my mind, the more they surged up and I couldn't get rid of them.
He sighed at the stubbornness of these memories, raised his hands to cover his face, and whispered helplessly through his fingers: "...Is she some kind of six-eyed trap?"
His earlobes quietly stained a thin layer of red. Clearly, he was not completely indifferent to Hipper. All of the Six Eyes could not resist her existence, not to mention... she was originally Six Eyes's property.
She said it herself.
How would she react if she, who cherished the Six Eyes so much, knew that beyond those 102,415 worlds, there was another Six Eyes imprisoned within the Prison Gate? Would she see it? Would she, like Gojo Satoru, who saved those worlds, come for her?
The itchy curiosity in my heart quietly climbed up like a vine, making it annoying and unbearable.
"I really want to know the answer."
Let's wait a little longer.
When that little genius arrives like a hero, tears the seal of the prison gate, and pulls him out, then repaying this heavy life-saving favor with one's own body would be the most natural thing to do, wouldn't it?
*
In the end, he never got to wait for Hipper.
The days and nights within the prison gate are endless. No, there is no concept of time here at all.
Every minute and every second after he got his memory, he was imagining the moment when the sky would suddenly light up - he was looking forward to the genius figure appearing and completely shattering the silence.
But hope rises and falls again and again, and in the end, only endless emptiness remains.
Among the more than 100,000 of himself with six eyes, he happened to be the only one - the only Gojo Satoru who was not seen by Hipper and could not be saved by her.
“…”
How biased, Hipper.
Can't you see such a big six-eyed creature?
You see, I'm locked up—waiting for you in the prison gate.
The place was completely silent, with only the subtle yet clear sound of skeletons rubbing against each other and vibrating, echoing in this narrow space with a heart-pounding rhythm.
"Well, if you don't come to save me... I'll go find you instead."
His fingertips stroked the cold skeleton, and he pulled off the blindfold, revealing his pale eyes.
By the way, remember to smile when we meet - after all, this is the first meeting I have been looking forward to for a long time.
He suddenly buried his face in his palms and chuckled. The sound that escaped from his throat was wrapped in an imperceptible tremor - it was the excitement that was being suppressed with all his might and was almost bursting out of his chest.
When I looked up again, the eyes that were once filled with expectation were now burning with a strange and burning passion, like a ghost suddenly lighting up in the dark night.
"Anchor Point Descends."
The moment the order came down, his figure disappeared silently among the pile of bones at the prison gate.
The simulated universe had been wreaked havoc by Resurrection Satoru, and a vast amount of data had been lost. The very source of his astonishing power… If he could use it, why couldn't he? After all, all the experiences and perceptions contained within that scattered data stream had ultimately merged into his consciousness.
Why can the resurrected Satoru follow the trail to find Hipper, but he can't?
What's wrong with that?
He insisted on doing it.
What prison gate? Since he can't wait for Hipper to rescue him, he will go out by himself.
Find her, question her, and make this forgotten obsession burn brightly in front of her eyes.
In this life, in the next life, until the moment of complete burning out, until death.
Hipper, you brought all this upon yourself. This tangle is a knot you tied with your own hands, don't try to untie it.
*
"Prison Gate, open the door!"
"Gojo-sensei—eh?! Where's he?"
After going through countless hardships, he finally got to the prison gate and unlocked the seal, but inside...
The expected tall figure did not appear - the room was completely empty.
“Ah ...
A panicked cry suddenly exploded, and Yuji Itadori squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. His eyes, which were once astonishingly bright, completely lost their luster, leaving only a chaotic confusion and collapse.
"Has Gojo-sensei also turned into a skeleton!?"
Then what's the point of them going to so much trouble to save people?
On November 19, 2018, Yuji Itadori and others used the Prison Gate Jiangli to open the seal, but found that there was no one inside and the person was suspected to be dead.
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