twenty three
『Request for anchor point landing permission』
[Requesting——]
[The damage rate of the body has reached 50%, and the brain and computer are damaged. The request is rejected.]
“…”
It's not like they can't hold on for a bit, they just don't know how to adapt. Hipper tugged at the data cable connected to his head, bypassing the assistant's authority and speaking directly to the leader.
It felt strange to be talking to myself, but thankfully, Big Eyes looked different than humans, not necessarily as pretty after all. She was a gifted beauty who paid close attention to her appearance. Even in her current state of disarray, she was wearing incredibly rare battle-damaged gear.
"Open a backdoor for yourself, please."
Act like a spoiled child to yourself.
"You're also curious about what happened to Gojo Satoru, right?"
Trying to incite rebellion himself.
"Glass can heal the brain. Let me go and take a look."
There is no basis for this, it's pure nonsense.
It was a completely unprofitable deal, but the leader (Big Eyes) agreed nonetheless. They shared a common consciousness and shared interests. Just because Hipper was curious about Gojo Satoru didn't mean Big Eyes wasn't watching. Hiding in the simulated universe was to conceal its identity as an alien. Its mass was too great, and the universe lacked the space to house it. Another reason was to prevent humanity from being startled. Civilization was progressing too slowly, and its technology was backward; its appearance would cause panic and unnecessary destruction.
Although it couldn't leave the simulated universe, it could see everything through Hipper's eyes. Everything she experienced, learned, and felt was transformed into data and flowed into it.
[Permission request approved. The remaining number of anchor point landings for the machine is: ∞]
[The underlying instruction has been canceled]
〖Have fun☆v☆~〗
"Uh... have you learned emojis yet?" It was like Boss's mindset as he'd re-entered the newbie village to retire, living in a simulated universe, observing the outside world through her eyes. Alas, Wu called her a stalker, a voyeur, and a control freak. He'd never seen Big Eyes; he was the one in charge.
There are investors above the boss.
〖Is it cute?QvQ〗
“…”
Don't scare me.
〖Would this be better?〗
"That's so weird, please be more normal, I'm a little scared."
Furry, is the person she's talking to the Leader? It's a bit strange for an omnic lacking an emotion module to learn human ways.
Don't you like it?
"...as long as you like it." We're all just one person, so why bother with a few petty hobbies? It's pointless to attack someone with your left hand.
"I'm leaving, staying home."
Hiding in the simulated universe and spying every day is just like being a shut-in.
Anchor point descends.
December 24, 2018, Christmas Eve.
The damage rate of the aircraft is 52%.
*
"call……"
The current situation was not in any plan, calculation or expectation.
The hovering body fell, its feet touching the ground. The person wiped his face, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.
She took a few steps closer, crouched down, and lowered her head to the corpse, as if her vision was faulty and she couldn't see clearly unless she was extremely close. The girl took Gojo Satoru's bloodstained face in her hands and pressed it against her forehead. Her fingers brushed over his eyes, carefully exploring his face.
She groped her hands downwards, remaining silent.
Every wound touched by the fingers was bleeding, and the broken flesh and tissue curled up at the edges. There was almost no intact skin on the body.
My palm felt something warm and wet, and even sank into it.
Cut off the waist and abdomen, a fatal blow.
"I'm late."
My body is still hot and I can feel some sweat. I should not have wasted a few minutes chatting with my family.
Being able to kill Gojo Satoru... The strength of this Curse King is remarkable, but he is a little unpleasant.
I'll be away for a while, and if you destroy other people's favorite toys without permission, you will be hated.
"Can you survive if you stay at home?"
Let’s give it a try. According to the principle of equivalent exchange, on the scales, can’t her life, a genius’s, be worth more than Gojo Satoru’s?
〖Almost :-)〗
"Don't send emojis at this time, you will be hated too." Hipper picked up Gojo Satoru's upper body and tried to connect it to his lower body which was still standing in the same place.
It is closed, but there is no movement in the transformation of life.
[The damage rate of the machine body is higher than 50%, which does not meet the principle of equal exchange]
〖It was wasted last time, otherwise it would be just right〗
"What's the current time?"
〖56%〗
〖Leaving now is the best solution〗①
"Borrow some data."
The shut-in was silent. The thing Hipper borrowed from him poked his aorta. What's the difference between this and borrowing someone's life?
"It's not like I won't pay you back, so don't be stingy." His tone was as if he was borrowing money to gamble.
There are differences between individuals, but aren’t these differences a bit too big?
The data was transmitted into Hipper's body through the interface, and the scale was weighing the weight of both sides.
"Is the technique resurrection?"
The Curse King, who was close by, observed the strange energy in her hand with great interest, his eyes full of malice.
"Unfortunately, you don't have this opportunity."
The scales were tending towards equilibrium, and Hipper didn't even raise his head, concentrating on transferring energy.
The slashing blow did not separate the body of the woman in front of him, but the entire chest cavity in the front was cut open, revealing the bones and internal organs.
She didn't have a reversal spell, yet she managed to survive this fatal blow. Anyone with a brain would know that there was something wrong with her.
She loosened her grip, and Gojo Satoru's body fell to the ground. It was a bloody figure that the brain could not comprehend, a terrifying and absurd sight. It was impossible to tell whether it was her or it, the person she saw was no longer clear.
The girl reached up to touch her head, phantom fingers piercing her brain. She seemed to be groping inside, grabbing something invisible, pulling it out, and throwing it away.
Humans cannot understand what they see, and their brains cannot determine whether she is human or non-human. This scene conflicts with their cognition.
Human instinct triggers disgust and fear.
This is the uncanny valley effect.
This girl is definitely not a human, but she is not a cursed spirit either. She is a brand new monster that has never been discovered before.
"How rude! I'm a beautiful genius girl."
Hipper wiped his face again, and there was no sign of dying.
"Christmas Eve is not peaceful at all."
The damage rate of the aircraft is 64%.
It's time to leave.
The monster is gone.
*
On September 4, the sister exchange meeting between Tokyo Jujutsu High School and Kyoto Jujutsu High School officially began.
The students of Tokyo Jujutsu High School failed to arrive at the meeting place on time, and one of their students was missing.
It was Hipper, the one Gojo Satoru often brought along on missions. Besides Itadori Yuji, she was the one they needed to be most wary of this time.
It is said that his strength has reached the special level.
“…”
A group of high school students gathered together, looking at each other, hesitating whether to wait a little longer.
"Maybe something delayed him?" Yuji Itadori was doing warm-up exercises to prepare for the next battle.
Everyone's face looked tense. Although they had not been together for a long time, Hipper was not someone who would be absent without a reason.
Something had delayed her, or...something had tripped her up.
[Buzz]
Megumi Fushiguro took out her cell phone, took a look at it, and closed it.
"Gojo-sensei told us to go to the exchange meeting first and not wait for Hipper."
Is Hipper in trouble?
The special-class players also felt that the difficult trouble was not something they could interfere with. Teacher Gojo could not leave the exchange meeting rashly, and those people probably would not let him leave easily.
"Let's go, Yuji."
"We must win and beat up those bastards from Kyoto School!"
“Agree!”
*
Inside the viewing room, everyone took their seats. Gojo Satoru sat with his legs crossed, his posture unruly and defiant. He had a habit of turning a blind eye to any serious situation. He was fiddling with his phone, seemingly unfocused, the very kind the well-behaved elders disliked.
"Gojo Satoru, where's your student? He's absent from the exchange meeting for no reason. Is this the student you taught?"
As the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High School, Yoshinobu Rakuganji is one of the conservative representatives. He has always been at odds with Gojo Satoru, the maverick reformist.
"Well, it's normal for a cute student to get tripped up by a little furry trouble. An old man like you wouldn't understand."
This person said some rather harsh words in a lively and playful tone.
Leyan Temple Jiashen snorted coldly and didn't waste any more words with him.
"Okay, okay, Diva, say something." Gojo Satoru raised the microphone to her without question, and when she got into the mood, he took the initiative to take the topic back.
"Then, the exchange meeting begins now!"
The students from both groups rushed towards their respective goals, both with the unstoppable determination of youth.
The two-day exchange meeting, amidst the tit-for-tat and undercurrent of the competition, was interrupted by a cursed spirit that broke through the barrier of Tokyo Jujutsu High School. In addition to the special cursed spirit, the invaders also included a curse master.
The tent, erected to prevent anyone but Gojo Satoru from entering, was designed to be incredibly durable and impenetrable. Angeki and Yoshinobu Rakuganji entered the tent to rescue the students and, incidentally, to deal with any curse-wielders they encountered along the way. Gojo Satoru waited outside, deciphering the spell that had prevented him from entering.
Nobara Kugisaki is unconscious, Kasumi Miwa is asleep, Mechamaru and Panda are battling, Maki is on her way to the center of the battle, and Goumaki Satoru's whereabouts are unknown. Angeki and Yoshinobu Rakuganji are stopped by the Curse Master. Angeki leaves first, while the trendy old man, holding an electric guitar, stays behind.
Everyone has their own battles, but some face powerful enemies in reality, while others fight enemies in the void in their dreams.
The battlefield shifts from the buildings to the forest, where Megumi Fushiguro is accidentally injured by a special-grade cursed spirit representing the forest. As the cursed power drains away and the enemy's power fades, Maki is left vulnerable. Meanwhile, she must carefully monitor the safety of her juniors, maintaining extreme caution.
Because he said he liked tall women with big butts, Todou Aoi unilaterally accepted him as his best friend. Itadori Yuji, unwittingly, established a united front during a back-and-forth exchange of blows with his opponent. In this touching brotherhood, he learned new skills and delivered some exceptional punches.
At this time, Gojo Satoru, who was marginalized because he was too strong, violently broke the account, dazzling the whole audience with one move, and plowed the ground by the way.
The trendy old man defeated the curser, and the singer found two students sleeping soundly. No one was injured except Megumi Fushiguro, and everyone was happy.
The exchange meeting ended abruptly, and Gojo Satoru proposed to use a baseball game to decide the winner, and the final winner would belong to Tokyo Jujutsu High School.
At this point, the sister exchange meeting came to an end.
From September 4 to September 7, Hipper lost contact and no one knew her whereabouts.
At 4:02 a.m. on September 8, Ieiri Shoko, who was on night shift, called Gojo Satoru to inform him that Hipper was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
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