Chapter 20: It’s a mess. Drink it while it’s hot!
The real person opened his eyes wide, and the terrifying soul pressure hit him, almost making him collapse to the ground. He retracted his hand suddenly. Even though he forcibly interrupted the technique, the powerful impact continued to pierce his soul.
Suddenly, he felt his consciousness being withdrawn, his pupils constricted, and he took a few steps back. Looking at the strange young man who turned around, he was extremely shocked. The soul of Sukuna actually appeared in the body of this sorcerer!
Moreover—before the real person had time to continue thinking, his pupils dilated for a moment and his head slowly drooped.
Sukuna felt this brand new body and let out a "tsk". The strong feeling of discomfort almost made him nauseous. It came from the rejection of his soul and he was born with a disgust for this body.
He looked at the humanoid curse spirit that suddenly stopped moving, frowned, and his nose twitched as he keenly sensed something.
The long blue hair was blown by the wind, and the cursed spirit raised his face, revealing a strange smile on his face with two intersecting seams.
His facial features were affected, and the corners of his lips curled up. He took a deep breath. The air was filled with a thick, cold and damp smell, mixed with the smell of new soil and new grass sprouts. It seemed that there were raindrops falling into his eyes.
His pupils rolled, and then he suddenly looked at Sukuna who was squinting.
Sukuna also recognized his identity from his expression and curled his lips: "Suzuki Kawa."
As the words fell, the gray-blue eyes of the cursed spirit wavered, and under Sukuna's gaze, they turned into a gorgeous purple in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, there was something wrong with this person's eyes. Sukuna stood still, staring at those eerily beautiful purple eyes.
"Nice to meet you again, Sukuna." Suzuki Kawa tilted his head and looked at the identical "himself" with his eyes full of interest.
Because of the twenty-fold effect of the technique, several consciousnesses were exchanged in an instant, but the consequences of the instant consciousness exchange were also obvious.
For example, when a person and a cursed spirit are facing each other, both of them know that their bodies can do nothing except move.
Sukuna's soul was unusually strong, and he immediately discovered the peculiarity of this body. He looked at Suzuki Kawa who was touching him curiously with a strange expression.
Suzuki Kawa lifted up his clothes and looked down: "Hey, there are also seams on the body."
Seeing that the hands were about to reach for his pants, Sukuna took a breath. The eagerness on the cursed spirit's face did not seem fake.
——How vulgar!
Sukuna silently turned his eyes away
Gojo Satoru: Is this the student you brought up?
“Wow.”
"Do you want to see it?"
Sukuna: "...Get lost."
Suzuki Kawa shrugged: "One thing you say is another thing you mean."
Anyway, there's nothing they can do now. They can only wait for the effects of the spell to wear off before returning to their respective bodies.
Standing here was not a solution, so Suzuki Kawa stretched, walked past Sukuna, reached into his shirt pocket naturally, fiddled with it for a while, and looked up to meet Sukuna's gloomy eyes.
Suzuki Chuan laughed dryly: "It seems to be in another pocket."
He stood in front of Sukuna who was covering his body, and reached into another pocket with his other hand, searching for a long time.
Silence filled the yard. Suzuki Kawa looked up: "It seems to be in my trouser pocket." He took out his hand and tried to reach down.
Sukuna couldn't stand it any longer: "You don't have any keys anywhere on you!"
"Impossible! I clearly took it!" Suzuki Kawa retorted loudly.
"Are you talking about the key to your front door?" Sukuna sneered.
There was another awkward silence. Suzuki Chuan took two steps back and smiled delicately: "Actually, I was just testing your speaking ability. Look, you've adapted so well."
Sukuna raised his fist: "Although I don't have any techniques, I do know a little bit about boxing and kicking."
Suzuki Kawa, who was holding a real body, stepped back: "This is unnecessary, you are too stingy."
Sukuna immediately let him know what it meant to be stingy, and the real person's body was also very resistant to beatings. Suzuki Kawa was beaten to the ground and screamed.
In fact, Suzuki Kawa also wanted to fight back, but this cursed body was completely out of control. He tripped over his left foot and fell to the ground after only running a few steps.
Fortunately, not long after he was beaten, Suzuki Kawa's cell phone rang.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me," Suzuki Kawa somersaulted to avoid Sukuna's fist. He could only experience the feeling of being beaten by other bad guys once in his lifetime, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.
Sukuna snorted coldly, stood up, took out his ringing cell phone and answered it.
Ijichi's voice came from the other end: "Is this Suzuki-san? Where are you now?"
"Ijichi!!" Suzuki Kawa came over and shouted, "Oh no! I've become a cursed spirit, Sukuna is inside me! Go call Gojo-sensei!"
Outside the juvenile detention center, Ijichi was directing the auxiliary supervisors to load several students into a car. Hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other end, his eyes darkened. He almost dropped his phone, and asked in a trembling voice, "Really? I'll notify Mr. Gojo right now."
It was already troublesome enough that the abnormal mission had left several students in a state of uncertainty about their lives. When they found Yuji Itadori, the pink-haired boy grabbed Ijichi's clothes in fear and said, "Something happened to Ogawa! Sukuna is missing!"
Ijichi: "Who's inside Yuji-san?!"
Yuji Itadori said blankly, "It seems to be my mother."
After saying that, he fainted.
Ijichi felt like he couldn't breathe. After hanging up the phone with Suzukigawa, he immediately called Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru, who was on his way back after completing the mission, saw the call from Ijichi and had a bad feeling in his heart.
After the call was connected, Yijizhi quickly explained what had happened.
Gojo Satoru was silent and took a breath. "Let's go back to the technical high school first. I'll go to Ogawa to get someone back."
It's such a mess.
How did things turn out like this?
He called Suzuki Kawa and the call was connected quickly. The voice on the other end had an unfamiliar tone, but the voice was exactly the same as Suzuki Kawa's.
Suzuki Chuan screamed, "I'm at home! I'm next door to Huihui. It's been a while since you came to Huihui's house. You're really forgetful, Mr. Gojo."
Gojo Satoru: ...the reverse of Tiangang.
"Sukuna, please stop touching my game console!!"
A distant voice rang out: "I take care of you."
Gojo Satoru pressed his forehead and hung up the phone. These two people actually got along quite harmoniously. There was only one possibility: neither of them had the ability to fight, otherwise they would have started fighting long ago.
Recalling the home of Fushiguro Megumi in his memory, Gojo Satoru signaled the assistant supervisor to stop. There were not many people on this road, so he got out of the car and teleported immediately.
The sky was gradually getting dark, and it was past six in the evening. Gojo Satoru stood at the door of Suzukigawa's house, looking at the brightly lit house. His six eyes instantly caught a strong smell of curse.
It was definitely above level one. He frowned and walked in.
As he approached he heard an argument coming from the house.
"Why do I have to cook for you?!"
"You're hungry. Do you want to starve yourself to death?"
"Then you can't eat what I made—"
"Then you poison yourself."
Gojo Satoru pushed open the door and saw Sukuna, who was holding Suzukigawa's body, with his feet on the table, leaning back in his chair like a big boss, talking to the blue-haired cursed spirit opposite him.
If nothing unexpected happens, the blue-haired cursed spirit is Suzuki Kawa.
Suzuki Kawa heard the sound of the door being pushed open, turned around, and saw that it was Gojo Satoru who came. He was about to hold back tears and scream, but the cursed spirit's body was too weak, so he could only groan a few times and stood there obediently.
The teacher who was known as the strongest felt difficult for the first time. He sat on the sofa, looked at Suzuki Kawa with the appearance of a cursed spirit, and then glanced at Sukuna who was rummaging through the refrigerator. He decided that it would be better to ask Suzuki Kawa directly.
"What's going on?"
Suzuki Kawa sat across from him obediently and said, "The effect of the technique."
"It's probably a technique that can transfer the brain. This way, they can continue to live and replace the dead."
"But when it was activated, there was no body, so it directly extracted the soul."
Suzuki Kawa raised his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru with hope: "Are Yuji and the others okay?"
Gojo Satoru looked down at the message sent by Nozomi, feeling even more headache, and replied: "Yuji is in a deep coma, his wounds have healed, and Megumi and Kugisaki are fine, but Xiaobai..."
Looking at the pair of purple eyes, Gojo Satoru paused for a moment before speaking: "Xiaobai has turned into a human."
"Ah?" Suzuki Kawa opened his mouth and asked in doubt.
There were three patients lying in the college's medical room.
Megumi Fushiguro had just woken up and was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at Nozomi Iekiru holding a child in one hand, feeling puzzled.
Where do the children from technical colleges come from?
He looked at Ijichi, who was wiping his sweat while talking on the phone in the corner. Although he was younger than Gojo Satoru, he exuded the aura of a corporate slave.
Yuji Itadori was lying on his left, and Nobara Kugisaki was lying on his right, both of them were still unconscious.
"Hey, big brother is awake!" The child lying on Nozomi's shoulder found that Megumi Fushiguro sat up and shouted loudly.
Ieiri Naoko was holding the child in one hand and a bottle of liquid in the other, looking at it intently.
Hearing the child's words, she put the test tube on the shelf and turned to look at Fushiguro Megumi: "You're awake. Your recovery ability is pretty good."
Fushiguro Megumi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Who is this child?"
"On the way back, Xiaobai became like this." Ieiri Naoko walked over.
The child had two thick eyebrows on his face. He raised his hand and said, "My name is Nohara Shinnosuke, you can call me Shin-chan. Xiaobai is going to play house with this big brother!"
He pointed at Yuji Itadori who had his eyes closed.
Fushiguro Megumi felt it was hard to understand: Japanese knotweed? Family wine?
Ieiri Glass raised her chin: "The wrinkles on Yuji's face have disappeared."
Lying on the hospital bed, Yuji Itadori closed his eyes. The lines under his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a suture line on his forehead.
"What happened to Itadori?" Megumi Fushiguro covered his forehead. His memory was cut off before he fell into a coma. He only remembered that Yuji Itadori was confronting that special-grade cursed spirit.
After finishing the call, Ijichi came over, calmed down, and explained what had happened to Megumi Fushiguro.
After hearing that Suzuki Kawa had turned into a cursed spirit, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils shrank and her palms clenched violently... How could this happen?
"That's right. Gojo-san has already rushed over, but for safety reasons, Suzuki-san and Sukuna are restricted from leaving their residence until they are fully recovered," Ijichi continued.
Fushiguro Megumi was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Ijichi say, "Someone from the General Administration Department has requested the immediate execution of Itadori-san to prevent Sukuna from returning to Itadori-san's body again."
"What about Ogawa?" Fushiguro Megumi raised her eyes, her eyes frighteningly cold.
Ijichi took a breath and said, "But this was strongly opposed by another group of people. They demanded that Suzuna return to Yuji-san's body before executing him. They demanded that Suzuki-san's safety be guaranteed at all costs."
Ieiri Glass patted Shin-chan's head, looked at Fushiguro Megumi who lowered his eyes, and comforted him: "Gojo will not sit idly by, and neither Yuji nor Suzuki wants this to happen."
The boy with the sea urchin hair raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, but he felt that he couldn't utter a word. The heavy feeling of depression was like heavy lead covering his heart, and his already ugly face became even paler.
The phone suddenly rang. Fushiguro Megumi looked at the table next to her, picked up the phone and found that it was Suzuki Kawa calling.
After answering the call——
Suzuki Chuan's exasperated voice echoed in the infirmary: "F**k it! These old bastards have used all their tricks on us, right? Just wait and see if I kill them tonight!"
On the side, Ieiri Nozomi silently covered Shin-chan's ears.
Children should not listen to bad words.
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