Chapter 70 The strongest assist I only wish to sleep forever in your shadow...
Shirasuga, who was missed by everyone, entrusted the Honmaru to "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind, believing that his reliable partner at the critical moment would be able to comfort the distraught Tsukumogami who had lost their contract.
Hasebe, who accidentally became "Tsurumaru Kuninaga", did a very good job. He suppressed the pain in his heart and arranged everything in an orderly manner.
He couldn't stop the Fusangshen from rushing to the human world one after another, but he could plan the healing resources of the hand room and arrange the guard rotation reasonably.
A disaster, a punishment. This is the punishment for the gods of death who failed to do their job well and put the lord in danger.
As the captain of the first squad and the long-time attendant of Honmaru...
Yakiri Hasebe was willing to take on all of this.
However, he thought he had devoted all his attention to the complicated mundane affairs and the important matter of taking care of his lord... But whether it was a short breath in the busy interval, or a few seconds when he raised his hand to rub his solar plexus due to over-usage of eyes, his lord's words would inadvertently echo in his mind.
Thank you for your hard work, Crane.
The lord affectionately called him He.
Yes, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and the lord are lovers. They have long surpassed the spiritual power contract between ordinary sword masters and their masters and have become each other's only ones.
The only one...
Even during his most glorious time, Yakiri Hasebe never expected to be the only one.
What qualifications do swords have to be the only thing for mankind?
Humans collect precious swords and famous swords, and regard the possession of swords as a symbol of status. That man collected famous swords from all over the world just like making money, and gave them away at will after endowing them with fame and fortune like trading currency.
Who can love a knife as much as he loves his wife, and tie his life and love to a dead object for the rest of his life?
That's what he thinks.
Therefore, when he arrived at Honmaru as a tsukumogami and greeted his new colleagues one by one, he only regarded himself as a loyal subject and did not dare to ask for anything else.
Subconsciously, every companion is testifying: See! Humans don’t just have one knife!
But he ignored the fact that they were no longer just a knife.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't ignore it, so he got it.
He got something that others had never thought of, dared not think of, and were out of reach.
Become the master's only one.
As a knife, as a person.
Yakiri Hasebe knew that regret was useless, and he would never do anything to destroy his lord's happiness.
So he was afraid of letting himself go.
So he didn't give himself any chance to breathe.
The abnormality in his body has not been resolved yet, and he has not even apologized for hurting his lord.
He secretly told himself:
It was wrong a long time ago and I lost my qualifications a long time ago.
He just reaped the fruits of his own labor.
Tarou Tachi and other tsukumogami only felt that Yakiri Hasebe was becoming more and more tolerant, often showing a painful expression, but when asked, he just said that there was no problem.
They all knew that their lord was in a coma, and Hasebe was probably the one who was most heartbroken. After all, normally when their lord had a minor cold, they would ask about his health and shed tears, let alone when their lord was in such a state now?
But the Fusangshen could only offer perfunctory comfort, as they themselves were unable to take care of themselves and were mostly healing on their own.
They did not understand and could not imagine that the brewing curse, coupled with the unrelieved repression, was destroying the sanity of an already unstable Tsukumogami.
Desire was fermenting, but abstinence was a long-term self-requirement. The black energy on the blade that was mistaken for "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" gradually disappeared deeper into the sky, and it was almost impossible to tell from the outside that he had been as crazy as an evil spirit and as bloodthirsty as a demon.
The real Tsurumaru Kuninaga is still on the run.
The world of curse arts determined that Tsurumaru Kuninaga was a new special-grade cursed spirit. After the first-grade sorcerer of the Zenin family returned empty-handed, the task was handed over to Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru himself was wandering around the technical high school.
He was not idle, in fact, he was very busy. As the strongest special-grade sorcerer, the curses he had to deal with were all "difficult problems" that others could not solve, so he traveled all over the country for a long time and had little free time.
The reason he was able to stay at the Polytechnic College was because the old guys called him back on purpose, as if they had some kind of leverage over him and wanted him to give an explanation.
“Explanation” and then what?
Gojo Satoru knew it without having to guess.
I want to see him perform another drama of sacrificing his own relatives for the sake of justice!
Gojo Satoru didn't bother to pay attention to their calculations. He came back just to see his precious students.
He had just gone to the basement to visit Hisahito and informed him about the sister school exchange meeting. After discussing the way to appear with great interest, he happily went to the warehouse to find a box that could hold a muscular high school student.
Passing by another empty warehouse, I took a glance and suddenly saw a sneaky rabbit squeezing in through the crack of the door.
Hahaha, it's so funny that the chubby guy can't squeeze in, haha!
Hmm? Rabbit?
Gojo Satoru took a closer look and found that Fushiguro Megumi's rabbit tail seemed to be burned by fire, and there was a small black spot on the butt of her white and fluffy body.
What is the Fushiguro Megumi shikigami doing in the high school?
He moved closer, pinching his chin, and then slammed the door open!
"Surprise! Your hot-tempered teacher Gojo-sensei suddenly appears!" He opens his arms to welcome the students.
A series of cursed bullets hit Wuxiaji one after another, without even blowing the corner of Gojo Satoru's clothes. Then, a silver light flashed, and a dagger tempered with spiritual power stabbed fiercely at the heart of a person, but was also blocked by a thin layer of space that could not get close.
"Wow! What a warm welcome ceremony!" Gojo Satoru easily avoided it, put his big hands on the cute hoodie, and used the hood to ruffle Kyuubajin's hair.
"Are you sick? What's wrong with you?" Jiu Fang Zhen was shocked. He already knew who was coming, but he did not stop his attacking posture.
"Hey, Xiao Zhen has such a bad temper! Teacher Gojo didn't do anything. Xiao Zhen is a good kid, so you can't be mean to others!"
Who is this tone of coaxing a cat meant for? Jiu Fang Zhen was angry.
"Do you have to teach me a lesson? Did you scare me on purpose?" he yelled.
Then his voice was filled with despair and resentment: "Anyway, I can't hurt you, so do whatever you want!"
He didn't spend much time with Gojo Satoru, and the little contact he had made it difficult for him to understand the upper limit of Gojo Satoru's strength. He only knew that his strength was limitless and it would be impossible for him to break it with his current strength.
Whatever. Kill him!
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t wrongly accuse me, the teacher! I didn’t teach Xiao Zhen a lesson! The teacher is so approachable, a good teacher who loves students the most. Every class of students can get along well with the teacher, because the teacher never puts on airs! Look, everyone calls the teacher by his name!” The white-haired man approached with a smile, stretched out his long hand and wanted to put it on his shoulder, but was brushed away by Jiu Fang Zhen.
"Xiao Zhen, what's wrong? Are you unhappy? Are you hiding here to cry secretly? Come here, look up and let me see if you are crying!"
"Go away, you're so annoying!" Wouldn't it be better to leave him alone and be in a daze?
He did not make any more malicious assumptions about Gojo Satoru. He believed that the strongest did not need to play along with him, and since he did not want to kill him or teach him a lesson, he should not continue to be on guard.
He raised his hands and pushed Gojo Satoru away. This time he did not touch Wuxia, but pushed Gojo Satoru's chest. Jiufangzhen strode out, not wanting to pay attention.
When he reached the door, he saw a dark ball again. It could run and jump. It was definitely a low-level cursed spirit!
Just now he discovered that this ghost thing was following him!
I just don't know how a weak cursed spirit of level 4 or level 3 managed to dodge the barrier of the technical college and sneak in.
He threw another cursed bullet, which exploded on the ground and scattered a lot of dust. The cursed spirit disappeared, and it was unknown whether it was successfully exorcised or it secretly dodged like before.
He fired again at the original spot, and sure enough, the black shadow jumped out again!
It’s so annoying. Can’t you even get rid of a low-level cursed spirit?
To be on the safe side, the Nine Square Formation fired several bullets simultaneously, determined to make sure that the enemy would be reduced to ashes!
Gojo Satoru stood behind and watched the Nine Square Array beating the little rabbit. The poor rabbit jumped up and down and finally found a thigh to hug.
Gojo Satoru could even see the grievance and pity on the rabbit's face, which had turned from pure white to dull gray.
Okay.
The next cursed bullet exploded on his leg, but the little rabbit hid behind the human's trouser legs and was not hurt any more.
Jiu Fang Zhen "looked" at Gojo Satoru's position in disbelief: "Are you protecting a cursed spirit?"
Gojo Satoru grabbed the rabbit by its ears and lifted it up: "What are you talking about? This is not a cursed spirit, this is Xiaohui's shikigami Tuotu."
The boy stopped talking. He gritted his teeth patiently, turned his back to hide his ugly expression, and walked away.
The white-haired man lifted his eye mask and followed. He had vaguely realized that something might have happened between the two students, but weren’t everything fine yesterday?
He was gloomy, irritable, lacked a sense of security, and was extremely aggressive. He also had obsessive-compulsive symptoms.
and……
He lifted the blindfold to reveal a pair of bright and clear eyes.
Not only is his emotion out of control, but his curse power also seems to be a little off...
Kyuuhojin had just had a big fight with Fushiguro Megumi (one-sided), and their thin friendship had been broken! He couldn't help but think about how she said one thing and meant another when she was with him! It must have been very hard for her to pretend! She pretended so well! She even fooled him!
He doesn't want to go back to that disgusting dormitory at all! He has already notified Saionji Masaru to come quickly! Help him pack up and move out!
Move anywhere!
But Gojo Satoru kept pestering him: "Are you angry? Just because you recognized the wrong rabbit? Do you want to take a look at this rabbit? It's still pretty cute after it's washed!"
"grumble!"
"Are you sick? Take you and this thing away from me!"
"Oh, how could Xiaozhen speak to the teacher so rudely? It really makes me sad!"
“…”
"Where are you going? Tell me!"
“…”
"The grumpy Xiao Zhen isn't a cold person, why is he ignoring me?"
When Gojo Satoru approached the left side of the Nine Squares, he would go right. When Gojo Satoru approached the right side to talk to him, he would turn left.
They chased along like this without leaving any trace, and finally bumped into a person in front of their path.
Fushiguro Megumi, with her curly black hair, stood far away at the intersection and refused to let Saionji Masaru go upstairs.
It turned out that Gojo Satoru and Jiufangzhen had unknowingly returned to the dormitory building.
Fushiguro Megumi was also surprised to see them. He didn't expect to see the Nine Square Formation again so soon. Moreover, the Nine Square Formation looked angry and ready to be ignited at any time, but it didn't look like a trapped beast that roared violently just now.
Rather, it could be said that he was already annoyed by Gojo Sensei, but he was helpless against him and was tortured to the point of losing his temper.
Megumi Fushiguro, who had been accustomed to it since childhood, choked.
The Nine Squares saw a person five meters away. Due to inertia, his legs took another step forward and got closer. He could even see the outline of a hair-like tentacle!
He clenched his fists.
"...Kufang, I won't hurt you..." Fushiguro Megumi tried to explain in a low voice.
The cold boy lowered his voice, fearing to disturb the wild cat that was baring its teeth nervously.
He didn't understand why Jiu Fang Zhen always thought he had bad intentions and would harm him?
Logically speaking, apart from the first time he was forced to fight back, he didn't do anything, right?
Gojo Satoru looked around, at Fushiguro Megumi, at the Nine Square Array, and even through the blindfold covering his big eyes, one could imagine that there was a gleam of gossip in his eyes.
As for Saionji Masagi, who greeted them respectfully, he was ignored by all three of them.
"You can't hurt me! I will kill you before you do anything!" Jiu Fang Zhen sneered.
"..." Fushiguro Megumi felt uncomfortable and uttered a few words dryly: "I... really, I won't..."
He was not as eloquent as Yuji Itadori, and taking the initiative to express himself and show goodwill was the most this cool boy could do. He couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock for a while. Should he say that he liked him very much and hoped to be a trusted companion with him, and that he was not on guard against him, slandering him, or intending to attack him?
It's too abrupt, and the smell of trying to cover up something is no longer dispelled!
No one would believe this explanation!
Gojo Satoru held his forehead inwardly, worrying about Xiaohui who was not good at speaking. Tsk! I still have to rely on the teacher!
He "looked" at the boy not far away with disdain, then ignored Xiao Zhen's struggle, and forcefully held him forward, grabbing his two scratching claws with one hand, and pressing his limp hood with the other, pressing his ears and the short black hair that overflowed from his clothes against Fushiguro Megumi's chest.
Receiving the teacher's eye contact through the blindfold, which was actually a grinning facial expression, Fushiguro Megumi didn't know what to think and didn't retreat.
So Jiu Fang Zhen was "forced" between the two men, cursing and forcing to lean on the boy's chest.
Gojo Satoru, who has an unreliable brain but the strongest strength, said: "You can disbelieve what a man says, but you can't disbelieve what a man says. Come, listen to Xiaohui's heartbeat. I will help you question this idiot, and you just listen to whether he is lying or not!"
The tall adult cleared his throat, pretending to be the commander of the military camp, and asked seriously: "Ahem...this classmate!"
Fushiguro Megumi: “…”
"You should stand up straight and say 'Oh!'"
Fushiguro Megumi looked at him as if he were a fool.
Gojo Satoru was in high spirits and could perform the entire scene by himself: "Are you willing to take a shackle to prove that you have never intended to harm the Nine Square Array?"
"Yeah." His heartbeat was steady and he didn't need to hesitate to answer.
Megumi Fushiguro looked down at the struggling boy. The hat that served as a protective shield for his soul had fallen behind him due to the intense friction. The boy's pale face was stained red by the rough school uniform. His cursing and gritting his teeth made the red marks make him look a little pitiful.
"Do you really want to become a close friend with Jiu Fang Zhen?"
Although she felt that what Gojo-sensei said was a bit strange, Megumi Fushiguro still nodded firmly.
"Yes."
Jiu Fangzhen's head was pressed, and in his ears he could hear not only the questions and answers of Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Megumi, but also the strong, rhythmic heartbeat. Steady and harmonious, along with the boy's low response, the vibration caused by the resonance of his chest was also transmitted to his ears. Jiu Fangzhen felt that the cloth pressed against his cheek could not block the boy's body temperature at all. The hot steam steamed on his face and attacked his heart, and even his scalp was numb for some reason.
"Have you ever done anything to let him down?" he asked in a sneaky cat-like manner.
"No."
"Have you ever despised him, looked down on him, or insulted him in your heart?"
"No."
…
The manic boy's struggle weakened and gradually stopped. Gojo Satoru continued his role-playing: "Do you worry about your poor speaking skills when Jiu Fang Zhen is angry? Do you keep silent because you are afraid of making mistakes instead of being too lazy to talk back?"
Megumi Fushiguro glared at him and said "hmm".
The Nine Squares listened to his heartbeat. This ordinary and even superfluous question slowed down his rapid breathing, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, untied his knot, and suddenly saw the light after crossing mountains and rivers. He was completely motionless, and he didn't even know when Gojo Satoru released his imprisoned palm.
"Mr. Fushiguro, are you willing to tolerate the always angry Xiao Zhen, bring him into the group, help him find a sense of security when he is afraid, try your best to comfort him when he is anxious, and work with others to make sure he has a happy high school life?"
Fushiguro Megumi lowered his head and "met the eyes" of the Nine Square Array who were looking up.
This distance...
Very close. Very close.
It was so close that his breath could blow the boy's long eyelashes, and he could see the tiny blood vessels beneath the skin that was never exposed to the sun, and the bottomless black eyes that were never shown to anyone and were the source of the boy's pain.
"Um".
He heard the sound of his throat vibrating.
Those were a pair of eyes with degraded functions, which brought endless troubles and unspeakable pain to their owner. But at this moment, under the warm but not scorching sunlight, the pair of dark pupils reflected him in a daze, not showing any agility, but staring straight ahead, and even the tail of his eyes drawn by God revealed his seriousness.
The boy leaned hard against his left chest, where his heart was. He knew that the sound of his heartbeat would be strong evidence for the boy to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of his words. Every beat could not be faked, and it was more real than any pale words, and it was the most direct expression.
"One last question!" Gojo Satoru raised a finger in high spirits. "Additional question!"
He imitated the corny tone in a mean way, trying hard to cheer up the two teenagers who looked so bitter and resentful.
"Are you willing to cherish him, protect him, and tolerate him~?"
The 1.9-meter-tall man clasped his hands together, leaned forward, and said with a moved expression, "From now on, I will hold his hand and accompany you from seventeen to ninety-nine. You are his eyes..."
The sun is so hot, no wonder Kugisaki always complains about why summer clothes haven't been distributed yet? Their uniforms are so thick... What if the students get heat stroke?
The heat burned his heart, and his messy hair looked fluffy and soft...
Megumi Fushiguro wanted to lick her dry lips. They must have been cracked by the sun, otherwise why would it hurt whenever she moved?
"Congratulations to the two newlyweds for exchanging rings!" The transformation from an officer to a priest was so smooth!
Megumi Fushiguro could not hear herself humming out of habit, nor could she hear Gojo Satoru cheering in joy as if his trap had caught its prey.
He only heard his own heartbeat.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…
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