Chapter 53: The Strongest and the Sword, Do You Also Love It? (1,2) (Two in one...
"Nanami, you look quite energetic! Isn't Hisahito super considerate? Do you want me to introduce you to another student who is easy to take care of? I promise he will be easy to take care of too! As long as you hold his hand, he will follow you obediently!"
A tall man with an eyepatch suddenly appeared. As if he couldn't sense the serious atmosphere, he ignored the off-field factors and talked to Nanami Kento on his own.
"How is it? How does it feel to be a teacher? My students are all great! Oh my, Nanami, you'll know once you experience it. The new students also respect their teachers very much!"
Nanami Kento, who was wearing a suit, was bombarded with saliva by the annoying senior, and veins on his forehead popped out: "Please don't cause me any more trouble, Gojo-senpai. I am now tracking down a humanoid special-grade cursed spirit. It is extremely dangerous and has the ability to transform humans into monsters of any shape. This kind of mission is no longer something that students can participate in, not even Yuji-san, let alone the one you mentioned."
"Hey, do you know who I'm talking about? It's Nanami as expected!" Gojo Satoru grinned and gave Nanami Kento a thumbs up.
The reliable office worker said tiredly: "Please consider the situation and stop joking."
This place had just been the scene of a fierce fight, no, a bloodbath. The ground was littered with flesh and filth, and the air was filled with the strong smell of human blood. How could this person just ignore it?
"Are you talking about this occasion? It's quite touching." Gojo Satoru pointed at Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was kneeling next to Shirasuka.
Nanami Kento glanced at the terrifying streets, and saw pieces of flesh that were still wriggling and not completely exorcised...
No, that's not what he meant...
never mind.
The sorcerer wearing a cursed bow tie was thinking about how to exorcise the cursed creatures that were not completely dead on the ground. It was unknown whether it was to reduce the combat effectiveness of the cyborgs or to vent his anger. The white-haired young man could not exorcise them completely, so he chopped them into pieces. These living pieces still needed to be finished off by a real sorcerer, because they were not cursed spirits, and the corpses also needed to be cleaned up...
One by one, it really causes trouble for people!
...Forget it. I don’t have the fighting power anyway, so I’ll just leave it to the assistant supervisor.
Nanami Kento was about to leave when he heard Tsurumaru's panicked cry: "Arm! And wrist! Sorcerer, what should I do? How can I save him!"
The young man who had just acted like a fierce god pinched the arm of the unconscious person, looked at him in panic and confusion, his eyes full of pleading for help.
Nanami Kento stopped and followed his fingers to see black lines on Shirasukawa's arms that looked like a poisonous snake entangled him, as well as a palm-sized black mass near the wounds on his waist and abdomen.
Faced with Tsurumaru's anxious expression as if something was grabbing his heart, Nanami couldn't just ignore him and turn away.
Really, wasn't he calm just now? He mentioned students to get close to him and negotiated conditions. I thought this person knew a lot about the world of sorcery!
He had to explain to the beautiful young man: ordinary people without magical powers would be infected by the filth and mutate after coming into contact with the curse. These could be cured through the reversal technique, and the curse would be exorcised. The assistant supervisor was already on the road, and he would be able to take him to treatment in less than ten minutes.
Gojo Satoru just stood aside quietly, watching Nanami Kento patiently comfort the stranger. He couldn't help but sigh: "Nanami is so reliable!"
Nanami Kento rolled his eyes rudely, but no one saw it because of his glasses.
"I'll go first." He left first, leaving Gojo Satoru behind. He still had to chase the humanoid cursed spirit and had no time to argue with this seemingly idle senior.
At this time, there were only three people left on the deserted street.
"Snap—" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, and the slowly wriggling pieces of flesh and the ominous bloodstains on the ground seemed to be burning, emitting black gas, and turned into ashes that dissipated in the wind.
With his back to him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked intently at the person in his arms, checking again and again to see if his wounds were getting worse. Even though he knew the result, he forced himself to look like a neurotic.
He ignored the sorcerer behind him.
Gojo Satoru took off his blindfold and observed Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Shirasu Gawa with interest.
Just watching from behind was not enough, he even followed Tsurumaru's example and squatted beside the two of them, getting very close to observe them.
Interesting! So interesting!
The "qi" on this "person" was exactly the same as the "qi" flowing on the three swords he had seen in the video before! It was the energy he named "spiritual power", the opposite of curse power!
He also has a similar sword on his body, and the aura is exactly the same! This is not as simple as the sorcerer pouring his own power into the cursed tool! To be precise, this person and the sword on his waist are one! It is a relationship of possession!
Looking more closely, no matter whether it is the man or the sword, the source of their spiritual power is provided by the ordinary person lying on the ground!
The pure aura from Shirasu Gawa continuously flowed to the sword in the golden scabbard through a tiny connection that was invisible to anyone except Rokugan, and it never stopped even when he was unconscious.
Gojo Satoru propped his chin on his hand.
Interesting! It's so interesting!
This reminded him of another top-class sorcerer, Yuta Otsutsuka, and his cursed spirit girlfriend Rika Kimoto.
Before Rika lifted the curse, she also relied on the ring that represented her childhood emotions!
The guy in front of him, who looks exactly like a human, is actually a "spirit" in the form of a cursed spirit, just like Rika. He relies on the sword to exist, is subordinate to the young man in white, and is willing to accept his orders.
If it weren't for the fact that most of the aura that makes up their bodies is harmless and gentle "spiritual energy", with only a small amount of surging and violent cursed energy, Gojo Satoru might have mistaken them for the second pair of Yuta and Rika.
Gojo Satoru sighed exaggeratedly: "Well, I really want to know!"
"You are not human, right? Although you have human flesh and bones, they are all made up of energy provided by the person in your arms? But you don't look like a cursed spirit, do you? Is it a knife?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga had long been surrounded by this sudden appearance. At first, he was secretly on guard, ready to protect the Shinsengumi at any time. Later, he found that the other party was just like the curious little tigers of the Five Tigers, looking around and sniffing around things that interested him. He was not a threat. If it were a normal day, Tsurumaru would still make some jokes and chat, but now he really couldn't muster the interest as before, so he just let the other party go.
But when the harmless "giant" little tiger opened its mouth and exposed his biggest secret as a tsukumogami, Tsurumaru hugged Shirasuga, jumped back suddenly, and looked at Gojo Satoru warily.
"You have to know the importance of giving a scare. Your joke scared me."*
Tsurumaru finally looked the sorcerer in the face. This newcomer could actually see the source of his spiritual power, even the sorcerer he had just fought with couldn't see it!
What is his purpose in pointing this out at this time?
Tsurumaru was a little paranoid. No matter who he looked at now, it seemed that they were going to hurt the Shinsengumi.
He must not let his lord be threatened again!
He put his hand on the hilt of the knife again. If the other party made any unusual movement, he would draw his knife. Even if the man with the eyepatch looked harmless, he would be ready for battle!
"Ah, I'm so angry."
A few meters away, the man in a sapphire blue uniform and long legs like chopsticks waved his hands childishly: "I have no ill intentions! Whether it's a knife or something else, Gojo Sensei will not easily purify you before you do something unforgivable! After all, you are not part of my mission!"
"Oh, by the way! Now it's time to introduce yourselves!"
"This is the most powerful and trusted teacher in the world, the 'strongest' teacher who has been elected as the best teacher of Tokyo Jujutsu High School for three consecutive years, Mr. Gojo Satoru~! It's your turn, it's your turn!"
Perhaps it was because they were so compatible, Tsurumaru felt like he had met someone with a personality that matched his. Although it was inappropriate, his body had relaxed before his brain, and he believed the other person's words that he would not take action.
Maybe Gojo Satoru is just a sociable guy.
Tsurumaru is very outgoing and gets along well with Gojumaki and Panda. If the occasion wasn't wrong, he would have had a good exchange with this sorcerer.
Tsurumaru tried to cheer himself up from his depression. Although he still held the sword cautiously, he felt a little relieved after knowing Gojo Satoru's real name, which was a trump card.
The assistant supervisor will take another five minutes to arrive, so there is no time to rush.
Tsurumaru imitated Gojo Satoru's tone to introduce himself: "I am Tsurumaru, the Fusangshen awakened by the lord. I am not a curse, and I don't know any spells. My true form is this sword. My goal is to become the lord's favorite blade! We have nothing to do with your world of spells. As the saying goes, we should keep out of each other's way!"
Since his identity is already transparent in Gojo Satoru's eyes, he might as well take the initiative to admit it and be honest to gain trust. The lord still needs the help of the reversal magician of the academy, and this person is also a teacher of the Jujutsu academy, so it is necessary to build a good relationship with him!
As for the government's repeated request for a low profile and secrecy, Tsurumaru no longer cared. However, he still made a patch: "Just keep it to yourself, don't tell anyone!"
Easily noticing the softening of Tsurumaru's attitude, Gojo Satoru pressed the issue further: "Wow, you called him Lord! What an ancient name! Since we've introduced ourselves to each other, we're acquaintances! You have to answer your good friend's questions! I've been wanting to ask this for a long time!"
"You see, his eyes are wonderful! Are you also in pure love? Did you agree to get married when you were young? The token of love wouldn't be...hiss! Is it so fierce!"
"ha?!"
Pure love?
marry?
What is this sorcerer called Gojo Satoru talking about? !
Emotional issues were another major factor that upset Tsurumaru. He suppressed the pain and guilt in his heart, forcing himself to think only about the injuries of the Shinsengumi, and not to recall the failed confession tonight.
It was all his fault that he couldn't suppress his feelings tonight, and spoke his feelings out loud easily. He was overjoyed when he saw the signs of the other party's feelings, and was careless and separated from his lord, causing his lord to be left alone and injured!
When Gojo Satoru mentioned this at this time, it was obviously a landmine.
The expression of the golden-eyed Fusangshen darkened again: "Pure love? What is that? We have the most authentic master-servant relationship!"
But Gojo Satoru continued to harass him. "This posture will become unorthodox sooner or later! How can a subject look at his master with the same eyes as a wolf looks at a rabbit?"
As he spoke, he pinched his chin and murmured softly, "I was wrong! There is no pure love between adults. Is it a carnivorous love?"
Tsurumaru felt upset. On normal days, he might have responded in a joking tone, but now that his lord was still in danger, this person was discussing these irrelevant things with him as if he was talking nonsense! A feeling of being offended arose spontaneously, disturbing his mood as soon as it appeared.
Fusangshen knew that the other party was just gossiping and there was nothing insulting about it. What he said was indeed true in some aspects, but he seemed to be blinded by anger and wanted to draw his sword and teach this sorcerer who was watching the fun a lesson!
In Gojo Satoru's eyes, Tsurumaru and Shirasu Gawa are closely connected, and all the energy that constitutes his body is supplied by Shirasu Gawa.
At this time, Baisuchuan's spiritual power was polluted by the curse, and the breath it transmitted was impure. Rokugan could distinguish that the clear spiritual power was mixed with some black air from the curse, and after it was dyed into a turbid color, the impurities were mixed in Tsurumaru's body and swirled to the brain.
The proportion of black gas is still increasing.
A few words made the other party angry, and Gojo Satoru also obtained a lot of information.
This "Tsukumogami"'s personality should be very different from usual...
Appearance reflects the heart. Although he looks so holy and pure, he tends to use bloody methods when killing. It is probably because he is influenced by violent emotions and tends to vent them through fighting.
He also saw cursed power caused by emotions on Tsurumaru - a tsukumogami made of spiritual power should not have cursed power!
It stands to reason that even if they have the same negative emotions, they will not condense into cursed spirits like humans, because they are already in the form of cursed spirits!
The cursed power should also come from the "lord"...
I wonder if when the supply of cursed power exceeds the spiritual power, will the Tsukumogami degenerate into a cursed spirit with extreme emotions?
at the same time.
Isolated from the world, in a distant time and space, is the Honmaru of the Shirasu River.
Fudo Gyomitsu burped and opened his drunken eyes, only to see a pink-haired, heterochromatic-eyed katana-tsukumogami looking at him with melancholy eyes.
Is that bastard Souzo Sawamonji mocking his uselessness?
Without thinking, the body moved spontaneously - with a "bang", the wine jug in the hand was thrown towards the katana a few steps away.
Almost getting beaten, Souzo Sawamonji, who had been feeling sorry for himself for a long time, got angry and said, "What are you crazy about?"
Present world.
The storeroom set up by the Suzuki family for the sword exhibition.
Dozens of famous swords and ancient swords are displayed on knife racks and well preserved in glass cabinets.
The security guard in charge of the warehouse rubbed his arms and complained to his companions: "This place is really gloomy, as if the ghosts of people who have been killed by swords have appeared."
The auxiliary supervision car finally arrived.
After being rudely confronted by Tsurumaru, Gojo Satoru sighed: It is better to find Nozomi for treatment as soon as possible. There is a curse of the human heart... He does not want to increase his workload in the future!
*
When Bai Suchuan woke up again, he was already lying in the ward of the technical college.
When Jiang Jiu was the Nine Square Array, he seemed to be in this bed. Now I can finally see the ward clearly.
It's just that these are not important.
Before he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, he recalled the horrific night of last night.
He was once woken up by the pain when he was scraped to remove the rotten flesh from the wound on his abdomen while unconscious. He saw an adult man wearing glasses, frowning, holding a familiar cloth in his hand.
He struggled to turn his head and saw Tsurumaru leaning against a full moon, blood raining down on his naked body, pieces of flesh falling at his feet, but the Fusangshen had dark eyes and a depressed look.
At that glance, behind the pure white crane in my impression, there seemed to be a black gas rising into the sky, covering him with fangs and claws. In another blink, the scene just now seemed to be just an illusion. The shoulders and hair of the white-haired Fusangshen seemed to be covered with moonlight, cold and bright, and flowing with light spiritual power.
——Shirosugawa was certain that it was his spiritual power, even though it was the first time he saw it with his naked eyes.
...which made Tsurumaru worried.
Don't get stuck in a rut or anything like that...
Bai Suchuan fell into a coma again with inexplicable worry and guilt.
Now, Shirasu Gawa has recovered. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tsurumaru still wearing the blood-stained battle uniform, occupying a corner beside the bed, with his back to him. The gorgeous sword was placed across his legs, and Tsurumaru was wiping the shiny blade with a silk cloth.
Bai Suchuan propped himself up and sat up.
"crane……"
The moment she sat up straight, Tsurumaru turned around and held her in his arms.
Fusangshen was very strong, but the hug was very light. She wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. Although it was a restraining action, it did not bring a sense of coercion. Instead, she rubbed his hair affectionately.
Shirasu: Are you scared?
Really need some comfort.
Bai Suchuan withdrew his hands and also held Tsurumaru's back.
"I'm fine. I'm fully recovered. You don't have to..."
"Wow! What a shock! Crane almost thought that he would repeat the fate of the sword and wander among humans. I want to stay in your Honmaru forever, lord."
Tsukumogami used another soft expression to describe the words "the Shinsengumi almost died", and he referred to "seriously injured and on the verge of death" as "frightened", as if he had returned to the peaceful Honmaru and experienced only harmless pranks.
Tsurumaru's voice was quite normal, but Shirasuka couldn't ignore the slight tremor in his breath between words that he heard in his ears which were very close to him.
Shirasuga was about to comfort her and promise that he would not run around again, and that she could live in her Honmaru for a long time... but he didn't have time to interrupt her.
Tsurumaru was still saying, "Ah, I really shouldn't have made that joke. I made the lord angry and left, and I was separated from him. He got hurt. It was really a dereliction of duty on the part of the attendant. Oh no! He will definitely be scolded to death by Yakiri Hasebe! Maybe he will even fight me? The reasons are too good, there is no reason to fight back. Damn it! If other people find out that it was my dereliction of duty, they probably won't stop him, and they may even join in! Ahhh, help me! My lord, you must fight me from now on!"
The voice even became lively, and one could almost imagine Tsurumaru's collapsed and wrinkled face hiding behind his ear.
Bai Suchuan couldn't help laughing as he listened to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's endless complaints.
Worrying about something that hasn't happened yet really shows that Crane has a jumpy mind. But it's good that he doesn't feel any pain or self-blame. It's not Crane's fault that he got hurt. A big part of the reason is that he left in anger, leaving the safe area of Tsukumogami.
If Tsurumaru kept taking the blame on himself and worried about the outcome, he would have to worry about how to persuade Tsurumaru.
In fact, Tsurumaru, who was hugging the Shinsengumi and staring at the white wall, had a blank expression on his face. He was not as lively and playful as he was in his words.
Shirasuga was deceived by Tsurumaru's relaxed mood. When he saw Tsurumaru's terrible expression before he fell into coma, the idea of comforting and persuading him faded and was quickly put out of his mind.
He felt that Tsurumaru had successfully overcome the shadow of "the lord was injured" and had completed self-adjustment.
Bai Suchuan bowed to the back close to him, tilted his head to avoid the fluffy hair of the Tsukumogami, and teased Tsurumaru: "Ah, repairs will cost resources. For the sake of cooling materials, Hasebe will show mercy."
"Hey, my lord, you're not even willing to do it yourself? I don't want to soak in a cold repair pool!"
"Bring a hot water bottle when you soak?"
"I want to take my lord with me!"
"Don't think I don't know. You want me to turn the repair pool into a hot spring, right?! What a crooked idea!"
"Hey hey hey, I don't have that!"
He had almost finished showing off and there was no one around, so Bai Qichuan took the arm that was around his waist and pushed him gently.
"Don't think too far ahead. I have something to tell you about the gift last night."
…
Tsurumaru loosened his embrace.
*
According to Tsurumaru and Shirasu Gawa, Yasakiri Hasebe is a serious and extremely loyal person who knew that Tsurumaru would definitely drive the blade into the hand if he left his post. At this time, the blade is held in the hands of the real person.
After all the hard work, the knife still didn't turn into a human. The real person was a little disappointed, but he left some residue to attract the sorcerer, so his trip was not in vain.
But soon, he found that he could touch the soul hidden in the knife!
The real person walked in the deserted sewer, stroking it carefully with a happy mood.
After finding the trick, he seemed to see with his soul a field of clean and lush spring grass, warm sunshine and brilliant cherry blossoms.
The real person exclaimed: "How magical!"
It was the first time he touched the soul of an object, and also the first time he encountered this kind of soul world expressed in the form of a scene.
As consciousness moves closer to the depths of the soul, the sunlight is no longer warm, the spring grass turns into withered grass, and the branches and leaves of the trees no longer sway gently.
It's clearly the same scene, but it feels completely dead silent.
The immortal stroked the blade, carefully brushed the edges of the blade, and finally saw the true form of the soul.
A gray-haired man wearing a priest's outfit and black shoulder armor knelt silently in the darkest place of the spiritual world with a frustrated look.
The head was pressed tightly to the ground, as if atonement or waiting for God's judgment.
It's actually in human form! As expected of a Tsukumogami! Interesting!!!
Having played with so many human souls, the real person truly believed that the soul came before the body. As long as the shape of the soul was maintained, no matter how the body was damaged, he could easily restore it to its original state - his technique was based on this.
But the soul of this Fusangshen absolutely questions his ideas!
Obviously, the sword is the body, which is equivalent to human flesh. But the soul that was born is in human form - not transformed into a human form, but the soul exists in a human form! How amazing!
The real person does not know how he exists in this special world of souls.
Is it a scaled-down person? An elongated tentacle? Or a simple hand?
In short, when he approached, the soul of the knife remained indifferent, allowing him to approach as if it was unaware.
I couldn't see the young man's expression when he lowered his head. I only knew that he was standing there motionless like a statue, as if he was going to kneel until the end of time and until his soul withered.
Are you feeling hopeless?
No wonder the blade is now soaked with magical power and is about to overflow! The sorcerer must be envious, hehe! They must have never seen a magical tool that can produce magical power without the need for infusion of magical power!
It's a great experimental material! What kind of surprise can you bring me?
The mind follows the heart, and the soul of the real person touches the gray-haired young man who remains silent and closes his heart.
Like an innocent child who crushes a fluttering butterfly out of curiosity, the cursed spirit with interlaced seams on its face gave a naive yet cruel smile - "[Transformation without Action]!"
…
The young man was still kneeling there in the same posture, without any major changes.
It seems to be successful, but also seems to be unsuccessful?
The real person tilted his head in confusion.
He could feel that something had indeed been changed by him, but neither the katana itself nor the soul he touched was shaped according to his imagination.
He thought that the katana would be stretched and enlarged by him, just like the other souls he kneaded, and could change their shape at will!
It's difficult! It's fun!
“Why isn’t it changing? Clearly other people have seen results too.” The innocent voice muttered to itself.
Control variables, repeat experiments...
Further research...
"You are the one who left the filth just now, right?"
The second man's voice echoed in the empty sewer.
Kento Nanami, holding his signature machete, called out to the "person" in front of him.
The cursed spirit with medium-length blue hair turned around with a smile.
"Hey, sorcerer, you finally came! But you came at the wrong time! I interrupted my experiment that I am very interested in now, so you have to use yourself as a sample to compensate me!"
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