Chapter 79 There is a higher heaven [3] I only wish to sleep forever in your shadow...
The conversion, which was expected to take half a month, came to an abrupt end after just eleven days.
There was no irresistible external force driving him, Bai Suchuan "woke up" simply because he chose to "wake up".
The memories attached to the soul fragments carry a lot of emotions, and the honey-sweet memories are repeated over and over again in the dramatic illusion, making the already long-lasting emotions even more abundant.
But under the nourishment of joy, I returned to reality in the emptiness. Facing the calm and even cold eyes beneath Tsurumaru Kuninaga's cynical smile, the chill that penetrated my soul could no longer be suppressed.
The partner's mood can still be conveyed through the compatible souls, but whether it is joy or sadness, it seems to be separated by a layer of iron plate, so weak that it is false.
Mission failed, punishment is still unknown.
Unlike Tsurumaru Kuninaga's misty emotions, his heart was tightening and aching, and in his soul state he didn't even have the ability to curl up his body to relieve the pain...
In other words, when the connection with the body is disconnected, where does the suffocating pain coming from all directions come from?
The "sleeping" Baisuchuan returned to darkness, "looking" at the motionless progress bar in dead silence, thinking numbly: retribution has come.
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When the effect is that the realm of structure and dream is out of control of the master, it was not taken seriously at first. In some cases, it can be said that the Nine Square Array that escaped the disaster fell into an unconscious dream.
A storm suddenly arose in the dream, the beginning of his life, he seemed to be on a deserted island, looking around at a loss, all alone. Darker than the darkness were the creatures whispering in the dark, the cursed spirits full of human malice whispering, and the air was mixed with the smell of blood and flesh. He stood for a long time on the battlefield that he could not escape, wasting his energy and physical strength, running back and forth in the cycle of pain.
The dream was complicated, and the way the Nine Squares received information was too monotonous. Sound, touch, smell, etc. were not as impressive as vision. This caused the image that was captured in the retina not long ago to be as clear as the real thing when the field without Tsurumaru Kuninaga's control spontaneously constructed an illusion.
The unmanned area has no clear purpose and is only for the purpose of causing hallucinations. Everything is created by human thoughts and ideas.
The Nine Square Array's shaky mental state was not enough to make him realize that he was in an illusion, not to mention that this was an unconscious dream whose logic was always reasonable no matter how reversed it was.
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He is reviewing his academic subjects for technical secondary school.
In addition to the history of the magic world, the other cultural courses of the Jujutsu High School are in line with normal schools, but the examination content is relatively simple. The purpose of setting up cultural courses is just to prevent students from becoming illiterate.
Jiufangzhen is an illiterate person.
He never went to school.
I have never read a book either - literally, I have never read a book.
The Kyukata family is not like the Goumaki family, which is a family of sorcerers but actively integrates into the world of ordinary people, and the children of the family are admitted to school normally. It is also not like the three ancient families, which strictly train every talented sorcerer.
Perhaps because there have been no children with outstanding talents born for a long time, and the ruler of the Jiufang family is unwilling to give up the honor of being a family of sorcerers, he is short-sighted and takes an unconventional approach, controlling the growth of every member of the family who awakens a spell.
Jiu Fang Zhen was born with impaired eyesight, so he simply discarded "useless" knowledge, played to his strengths, and fully utilized the value of his spell power to overcome all obstacles for his family!
Later, I discovered his emotional potential and found another way to extract it at a deeper level...
So when Jiu Fang Zhen was packed up and sent to the Jujutsu High School without any notice, he had no life experience and no ability to learn!
No one requires the "little madman" to be able to do math problems!
——He can't even write a complete word!
Gojo Satoru rubbed the back of his head and said to him brightly, "If you have any academic problems, feel free to ask Kei!"
Jiufang Zhen couldn't read books, nor was he impatient to read. It was rare for him to have the same thoughts as the rubbish adults in the Jiufang family: it was useless to learn knowledge that was of no help in combat!
He crumpled up the blank test paper, kicked over the carton containing the books, and kicked the pen that Saionji Masaru brought me into the corner and forgot about it.
——These traces of self-abandonment were smoothed out one by one by Megumi Fushiguro.
The test papers were unfolded, the books were propped up and stacked, and the pens were put away and placed where they could be easily reached.
These changes were not noticed until the next day when Megumi Fushiguro forcefully dragged him to class.
There are a lot of physical education classes in technical colleges, and even more "extracurricular internships", so the time spent sitting in the classroom is very limited.
The result of long-term poor performance was that the oral exam that was carefully prepared for Jiu Fang Zhen ended with zero score.
"You can't do this, Zhen-chan!" Gojo Satoru said in an exaggerated voice, more annoying than a fly. "If the Kyoto school sees this report card, the teacher will be ashamed! If you don't like academic subjects, at least listen to the theoretical knowledge of the use of cursed power! Every time you fall asleep in class, I thought you had learned it all!"
Yes, Gojo Satoru was an accomplice in allowing him to sleep in class.
"How about this!" Jiu Fangzhen heard a high-five next to him. Gojo Satoru said excitedly, "If you pass the make-up exam, the teacher will help you beat up that old man in your family!"
The tall teacher thought this was a great idea: "How about it? Promise it! Beating a limp rotten orange may seem childish to a teacher, but it's just the right reward for Xiao Zhen's hard work!"
“…”
Jiu Fang Zhen forgot how he answered, but he remembered the other party's last sentence: "Great! That's it!"
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Jiu Fangzhen is reviewing the cultural courses for technical secondary school.
The dedicated "teacher" Megumi Fushiguro read out the contents of the textbook in a flat tone.
"…It is a demon with four hands and two faces. During the heyday of the world of sorcery…"
"By the way, do you know how to write the words 'Ryomen Sukuna'?" he asked.
When talking about the content related to their death at the same time, Fushiguro Megumi was able to be very calm. At this time, the special-grade cursed spirit master had not yet appeared, and the Nine Square Array had not yet revealed symptoms in front of him that made the boy think he was "mentally ill". At least for now, Fushiguro Megumi was not too taboo about the topic of the cursed king.
Jiu Fang Zhen was in a stable mood at the moment. Although he was extremely bored with studying, Gojo Satoru's reward kept him on the edge of his seat, making him feel a little bit of anticipation despite the boredom.
When asked by Fushiguro Megumi, he thought about the outline of these words in his mind...
“…”
“…”
“…read the next paragraph.”
"Hey, you're completely avoiding this question!" The boy with sea urchin hair said helplessly.
He quickly wrote on the paper, the handwriting was very large, and then he showed it to Jiu Fang Zhen for a closer look. The pen made of special material was a customized spell tool to some extent, and the handwriting was filled with spell power. When placed in a bright place such as under a lamp, through the pure white paper, even Jiu Fang Zhen could vaguely see the black and blue text with the help of the spell power.
"Zenin family... No, what is the starting shikigami of the ten kinds of shadow magic?"
The Nine Square Array "looked" at him.
Fushiguro Megumi nodded: "Yes, that's my technique."
"ah?"
“Didn’t I just tell you the name of my technique? It’s always tested in the general knowledge exams of the three great families! You totally forgot it…”
"Tsk! You're so long-winded! I didn't forget. The initial shikigami..."
Jiu Fang Zhen answered hesitantly: "Dog?"
Fushiguro Megumi was helpless: "It's a jade dog!"
…But it is indeed a dog, all right.
"Okay, now that you've memorized the answers to this test, Principal Night Moth will give you full marks."
On a quiet afternoon, the sound of turning pages and the unique scent of cursed ink constitute a very ordinary corner of this summer.
The world of the Nine Squares is dark, with the grumbling of dirty cursed spirits in the ears and the smell of the curse master's twitching and flowing in the nose. But this afternoon of intensive tutoring is bright, with calm exchanges instead of quarrels and slander, the most ordinary questions and answers between classmates, and the warmth of the sun shining on the windowsill...
The resentment of being beaten bloody by seniors in the physical arts class seemed to have been forgotten. He was not a madman who was aggressive and did not distinguish between friends and enemies in the world of sorcery. He was a poor student who needed after-school tutoring. He was an ordinary person with normal social skills who had someone willing to sacrifice his rest time to teach him.
As time went by, the sunlight was not as strong as it was at noon. At 5 pm in Tokyo, the sun was about to set. But in this dream, this messy dormitory that no one had cleaned was bright as usual after a short period of dimness, even too bright!
Just like turning up the brightness of a cell phone can help you see more clearly in the dark, the Nine Square Array, under the stimulation of strong light, can even see the outline of books and the layout of the desk... What's more, without getting close, the paper with "Ryomen Sukuna" written on it can also be clearly seen!
Because the dream has come to an end, this afternoon is coming to an end.
Some people don't want it to end...
So dreams begin to break free from the constraints of memory and continue to extend in an unrealistic way.
The darkness that was approaching gradually receded under human will! The passage of time was reversed with the abnormality of the sky. All abnormalities were recognized. This dream without evil purpose gave the dreamer the greatest freedom!
Thus, on this plain yet beautiful, ordinary yet precious "afternoon", the heaven and curse that bound the Nine Square Array's vision were released.
Jiu Fang Zhen had never read any book, so even in his most free dreams he could not imagine the contents of a book filled with words. He had never held the special pen seriously, so even if he put it in his palm, he would only think it was a rough black stick with a fuzzy tip.
In this afternoon when time was stagnant, he still had the right to look out the window at the blue sky.
But he had never "seen" the blue sky, the ballpoint pen, or the book!
Summer insects cannot talk about ice. How can we imagine something we have never seen?
In the past, in this bleak world, I longed for, regarded it as normal, ignored it... beautiful, ordinary, and disgusting...
The details of the pen can be seen clearly if you look closely, so I never get curious, let alone get close. On sunny days, the blue sky blocked by his hoodie is a scenery that cannot be seen even if you try your best. Looking up is a right to gaze at the beauty that is deprived.
Now he was standing in a corner of the room, and everything he saw was clear. But he didn't realize that what he saw was still lacking in details. The concept that the dream had instilled in him was that dreams come true.
What a wonderful afternoon...
In this room where even the scenery outside the window was crudely made, Jiu Fangzhen sat on a chair in front of the table, the sunlight shining on his upper body, and he couldn't help but look at the other person in the room.
He didn't realize that in his eyes, Megumi Fushiguro's face was rigid and always facing him - because he had never seen Megumi Fushiguro's profile.
He just wondered, even though the window was clearly not open and the air-conditioning vent was far away from the table, why was Fushiguro Megumi's eyelashes trembling slightly, and every trembling seemed to be blooming in his heart.
He doesn't understand yet.
He experienced a clear world that he had not experienced before. As is human nature, he began to get carried away.
He repeated: "I can do the test paper, and the principal will give me full marks."
Fushiguro Megumi: “Hmm?”
Jiufangzhen: "Gojo Satoru will give me a reward."
"Ah, what do you want to say?"
"Where's your reward?"
ah?
The two people's shallow breathing sounds were clearly audible in the quiet room, and the other sound was the slight rustling sound of the air conditioner.
The Nine Squares felt the breeze.
Why does the boy in front of me never look hateful?
Why was he different from anyone, anyone?
Why... does the afternoon sun blow my eyelashes?
Green eyes...beautiful...
These contrived ideas...
I don't want to understand anymore.
At that ignorant age when he couldn't even figure out his own feelings, the little madman's anxiety was drowned out by questions about rewards.
Intoxicated by the warmth of the sun and breeze, I temporarily forgot about the hesitation of gains and losses.
He lifted the hat that blocked the sunlight and his inner thoughts and followed his inner impulse.
She leaned forward and exchanged a tender kiss with the boy.
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