Chapter 178: The Storm Before the Battle of Kyoto

There was a terrifying implication in Gojo Satoru's words, and the tremendous magical power concentrated at his fingertips revealed what the so-called "sunrise" was.

——The power of the explosion will emit an incomparable brilliant light, creating a dazzling sunrise for Kyoto, which has not yet ushered in the dawn.

The white-haired man would stand thousands of miles high in the sky, looking down with his clear blue eyes at the town that was being destroyed in the splendor.

Even Jiang Lai, who was well prepared, was silent for a second when he imagined this scene.

After a pause, Jiang Lai replied, "No need." He said calmly, "The sun rises and the sun sets, there is no need to force it, just go with the flow."

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers and gently retracted the cursed energy from his fingertips. The danger that had just leaked out disappeared in the blink of an eye. He tilted his head slightly, curled his lips and said lightly, "Oh, forget it then."

The dangerous thought just now seemed to be retracted in an instant, and Gojo Satoru's attention returned to the dessert. He hummed an unknown little tune and pinched the pure white dessert fork with his slender fingers.

Jiang Lai also stopped talking and continued eating, but his attention had already shifted away from the food.

In the brief interaction just now, he once again felt Gojo Satoru's unstable mental state.

Although the white-haired man looks the same as usual on the surface, laughing and joking all the time, carefree and casual, but behind that carefree and lively appearance, repressed gray emotions are swelling up little by little, like a huge whale swimming slowly in the dark seabed.

The boundaries between destruction and protection, chaos and order have become very blurred, and the strongest who is quietly mad may subvert everything at any time.

At this moment, there was only a spider-thread-like thread holding on to his sanity, preventing Gojo Satoru from completely losing his power through self-restraint.

"Tomorrow," Gojo Satoru suddenly said, interrupting Jiang Lai's thoughts, "is the day when Uji City's Seven Thousand Cat Brand Matcha Rice Balls will be released."

"?" Jiang Lai was slightly stunned, somewhat surprised by the other party's sudden new topic.

Tomorrow is Sunday, the day when Gojo Satoru will implement the Kyoto plan that he had announced long ago. Why would he suddenly mention the desserts in neighboring Uji City?

"I feel like eating a little bit..." Gojo Satoru crossed his hands and said slowly, and then suddenly remembered something, "How about you buy some for me?"

Jiang Lai raised his eyebrows slightly. He understood the meaning behind the words very well, so he thought: We had decided to go together before, why do you want to get rid of me now?

He didn't point it out, but just replied calmly: "It's too far, I won't go."

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, thinking carefully, and waved his finger to indicate, "Not too far, right next to Kyoto."

"That being said, I'm not a shopping agent." Jiang Lai put his arms around himself, "There's no need to run so far just for a dessert."

Gojo Satoru laughed softly, his magnetic voice slightly raised, like a big white cat, saying, "But I really want to eat it, what can I do?"

He lifted up a corner of his eye mask with one hand, revealing his beautiful blue eye on the left, which was as bright as a gem. He blinked and said, "Don't worry about the reward. I will give you everything."

"..." Jiang Lai did not answer immediately.

He saw the gleam in the other person's frank eyes, and it seemed that the other person did not let him leave just for the dessert on sale.

So, after a brief pause, Jiang Lai nodded and replied: "Okay, then I'll go there."

Gojo Satoru took out his wallet from his pocket and threw it to the black-haired young man opposite him, saying lightly, "I give it to you."

Jiang Lai took the wallet. Its thickness and weight indicated that there was plenty of money inside.

Even if Rokugan became a curser, it did not affect his financial chain. In terms of money, Gojo Satoru had never been short of money, but he changed from using cards more often to using cash more often.

Not knowing what Gojo Satoru's action meant, Jiang Lai lowered his eyelids and stared at his wallet.

"You've been staring at the wallet. Are you fascinated by so much money...a thousand-year-old monster?" Gojo Satoru held his chin with one hand, and his voice ended with a rising tone.

Jiang Lai's expression paused slightly at the long-unheard title. He raised his head and looked at the white-haired man who was sitting leisurely opposite him.

Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "After listening to the stories you told, I always feel that this title is very suitable. You won't be angry, right?"

Whenever Gojo Satoru called him "old monster" during the technical high school period, Jiang Lai would always use the Invincible Cell Phone (book) to hit the Six-Eyed God on the head, and symbolically retort with a nonchalant attitude.

When Jiang Lai heard this at the fork in the road tower, he no longer had the slightly annoyed feeling he had as a joke. Instead, he was filled with some inexplicable emotions and memories.

After a pause, Jiang Lai said, "I won't be angry. If you want to call me that, then go ahead."

"Although he has great strength, his temper and patience are surprisingly good." Gojo Satoru bent his index finger and placed it on his chin. "That's rare."

Jiang Lai smiled and said gently, "If I had a bad temper and patience, I would have gone out from here to beat people up - starting with [being familiar with others]."

Gojo Satoru: “?” For some reason, that strange feeling of inexplicable irony came up again.

His slender hands were naturally crossed together, and his pure white eyelashes fluttered. The black eye mask he put on again covered his six eyes that were as indifferent as snow.

What Gojo Satoru didn't say was that the name he just called out was just a reflex. He didn't really think too much about it at the time, and it was as if the nickname already existed in his mind.

His mind, which had been constantly teetering on the edge of sanity and madness, finally calmed down a little at this moment. He stared at the person sitting opposite him.

From the beginning, the other party has an incomparable sense of mystery and inexplicable trust in him. The six eyes sense the other party's honesty and sincerity.

The results of the six-eye analysis showed that the person in front of him was a powerful sorcerer, but he also had some indistinguishable parts - as the person himself said, like a "monster".

For a few vague moments, Gojo Satoru actually felt that the black-haired young man was a condensation of cursed energy born from his own regrets and stubbornness, and a friend constructed through hallucination after he lost consciousness.

Or maybe the other person is real, but he just accidentally came here from another world. Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelids and raised the corners of his lips. He was a little jealous of himself in that world.

Gojo Satoru has a feeling that tomorrow in Kyoto, those rotten oranges will definitely send Ryomen Sukuna here to have a big and fierce battle with him.

However, he himself also intends to make a big fuss and completely destroy the old site of the Kyoto Yusan family, as well as the switching formation of the regulatory committee that is likely to exist there.

It would be nice to add Ryomen Sukuna to make that area more completely broken up.

By now, the day before the Battle of Kyoto, Gojo Satoru no longer wanted to bother to distinguish between truth and falsehood, enemy and friend, conspiracy and luck. The last few days of companionship were enough.

——He finally decided to let the black-haired young man leave.

Gojo Satoru had previously issued a notice to have everyone in Kyoto evacuate, and in the end he naturally also prepared to clear out the irrelevant people around him.

In this way, you can release the repressed power in Kyoto without any hesitation or worry.

Asking the black-haired young man to go to the next city to help bring desserts was a poor excuse, but Gojo Satoru knew that he would agree.

He had already sensed (or perhaps subconsciously sensed) that the navy blue figure in front of him was very tolerant and indulgent towards him.

What's more, there is not only dessert there, but also the last finger of Ryomen Sukuna that he has hidden away - according to the stories told by the black-haired young man, he will take good care of the last finger.

In the end, it will not fall into the hands of rotten oranges.

Gojo Satoru looked out the window, gazing at the endless night scene.

Come on, tomorrow, he thought.

——

“It opens at 6am and the line is always super super super long - so make sure you get there early! Make sure you get it!”

"I know, I know." Jiang Lai turned sideways, "I'll be back soon."

Gojo Satoru waved goodbye to the dark blue figure.

After the other party left, Gojo Satoru put away the smile on his face and returned to his expressionless attitude.

It was still dark at this time. He soared into the air, hanging high in the sky, looking down at the ant-sized buildings on the ground.

When the fingers are stretched out, everything seems to be gathered in the palm of the hand.

The wind before dawn blew his collar with a chill, and Gojo Satoru half-closed his eyes, looking at the boundary between heaven and earth. The heavy clouds of the overcast sky slowly accumulated above.

The white-haired man lightly shook his fingertips, gathering a bright ray of cursed power.

The strongest cursed power instantly created a storm in the sky, pulling and expanding as if it could tear apart space, and a translucent barrier gradually enveloped the edge of the city.

Gojo Satoru saw the change in the cursed energy at the edge with his six eyes. He sneered and said to himself lightly:

"As expected, they set up a barrier... those old guys. But if I really intend to expand the range of attack, these won't be able to stop me."

The position of Kyoto's tallest tower swayed, and a cold, sticky cursed force surged up, and Gojo Satoru locked onto the position almost instantly.

He tutted his tongue, and then a silent mocking expression flashed across his face: "They really let that guy out... they are really a bunch of rotten oranges from the gutter."

I promised Yuta that I would do my best to save the boy named Itadori Yuji. Gojo Satoru thought, let's find a way to force the Ryomen Sukuna guy back.

If the last finger is not gathered, Ryomen Sukuna will never be complete, and the death penalty bound by the upper echelons and Yuta will not be enforced.

Thoughts flowed in his mind, and in the dark clouds before dawn and the complicated fluctuations of cursed energy, Gojo Satoru's long-suppressed madness surged up.

He took off his blindfold, revealing his six dazzling eyes that reflected the tsunami that was hitting the sky, his blue pupils sparkling.

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru said in a long voice, using his magical power to transmit his words, laughing wildly, "What are you doing down there? Come up and fight!"

He hung in the air and waved his hand, looking very carefree and happy.

The excellent vision of the six eyes can clearly see the two Sukuna standing in the high tower.

The guy stood there with his arms covered with black stripes folded across his chest, looking a little lazy.

Ryoumen Sukuna raised his scarlet eyes and snorted, "I wanted to kill you directly, but according to the arrangement of those guys, someone else is responsible for the opening."

Gojo Satoru's eyebrows were slightly raised, with a broad smile on his face, and his lowered eyes looked somewhat nonchalant.

However, the next second, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly froze - a familiar cursed power vaguely emerged, and in the sight of the six eyes, a young man with semi-long hair tied in a bun walked out from the top floor of the tower.

It's Geto Summer Oil.