Extra 2.4
When Gojo Satoru and Yulai passed by a bookstore, they first bought a few Chinese learning books.
In order to confirm that this was what Youlai said, he even turned over a few books to the black-haired child to make sure that the child was familiar with these neat square characters.
At his age, Youlai knew very few words, and Gojo Satoru naturally took this into consideration. The books he used were all very basic, starting with One, Two, Three, Four and Heaven, Earth, and Up and Down, which were how many Youlai knew.
"Oh, after confirmation, that will be easy." Gojo Satoru put several books into the shopping bag. He said in a light tone, "Just wait, Xiaodouya, the all-powerful and strongest will learn this language right away~!"
Although Youlai did not understand what Gojo Satoru said, he roughly guessed what he meant by looking at the Chinese-Japanese dictionary he was holding and the confident look on his face.
He gave Gojo Satoru a brilliant smile.
From then on, every time Gojo Satoru learned Chinese and became a soulless cat cake, he would recall the bright smile of the black-haired child in his mind.
Then he would cheer up again and try to understand the differences and connections between the meanings of "convenience" in "traffic", "please do something convenient", "I go to the convenience", and "convenient time", as well as sentences like "will the snake be killed by the poison if it is poisoned with poison?" and "I caught myself before I fell off the bike."
But that’s all in the past. At this moment, Gojo Satoru was still full of confidence, and his steps were brisk as if he was carrying wings of the wind.
Walk out of the bookstore on the first floor and take the elevator upstairs. The children's clothing area is on the east side of the third floor.
Gojo Satoru held Yulai's hand and headed for the best quality brand children's clothing store there.
This store has a very complete range of children's clothing, from infants to elementary school students, with clear divisions and covering all age groups. The fitting rooms are also very spacious, making it convenient for parents to help their children change clothes.
"Come on, come on! There are so many beautiful clothes, which one do you like, little Bean Sprout? Pick any you like!" Gojo Satoru held Youlai's hand with great interest and stepped into the 3-6 year old children's clothing area.
All kinds of beautiful clothes were lined up in a row, making Youlai dazzled for a moment. He opened his mouth and said "Ah..." and did not respond immediately.
Compared to Yulai, Gojo Satoru seemed like someone who couldn't wait to wear new clothes. At this moment, he was already walking around, fiddling with various clothes and starting to choose.
"Hmm... this little T-shirt is nice. The black and white combination looks super cool! And this bunny costume, with two ears on the hat, is very cute~ And this one is also very colorful - eh? It's actually a skirt?"
Gojo Satoru had many children's clothes on his arm, but he was not bored and was in high spirits. He even said to the service staff beside him, "Pack all these up and deliver them to Tokyo Jujutsu High School."
The external name of Tokyo Jujutsu High School is a religious school, so naturally they can say it openly and send and receive express mail.
Youlai looked at the clothes piling up on the white-haired man's arms and frowned slightly with some worry.
He had never seen this way of buying clothes. Although he was not particularly sensitive to numbers at his age, he knew that it would cost a lot of money.
So he reached out and grabbed the corner of Gojo Satoru's clothes, blinked his clear brown eyes a few times, and shook his head to signal.
"It's okay, just wear whatever you want. The last thing I lack is strength, and the second most important thing is money~" Gojo Satoru said in a cheerful tone.
If the content is heard alone, it may seem very arrogant, but because the speaker is Gojo Satoru, it is not arrogance but facts.
Youlai tilted his head, trying to understand Gojo Satoru's meaning through body language and some familiar words he had heard so many times.
But before he could think more, Gojo Satoru stuffed some of the clothes into Youlai's arms: "Okay, we've almost found them, let's start the dress-up game~"
Originally, Gojo Satoru was planning to help Youlai change his clothes, but he had no experience in this area, so his movements were inevitably a little stiff.
He grabbed Youlai's coat and tried to take it off, but he didn't dare to use all his strength for fear of hurting Youlai, so he was stuck in the middle, looking a little funny.
Youlai pulled at his clothes and put them down again. He grasped the corner of his clothes, his face a little red - he didn't know if it was because of depression or embarrassment.
"I...I take it off and put it on myself."
Because his parents were busy with their police work, Youlai learned to be independent at a very early age. He can now dress himself.
Although he is still young, Youlai is not the kind of child who can change clothes smoothly in front of people other than his parents, so at this moment he prefers to change slowly by himself.
——What's more, Gojo Satoru's cautious and stiff movements didn't seem much faster than Yulai getting dressed himself.
Gojo Satoru guessed the black-haired boy's plan from the movements of Yurai, so he nodded.
"Okay then." Gojo Satoru didn't insist. After all, he wasn't good at helping children change clothes, so he decided to leave it all to Youlai. "These clothes are all placed next to you. Just try on whichever one you like~"
Talking and making gestures at the same time is necessary when there is a language barrier.
You Laiwei looked at the pile of clothes and hesitated, not knowing what to choose.
Finally, he put the stuffed tiger he had been holding in his arms aside, then picked up the cute Pikachu costume on top, apparently intending to try them on in order.
Gojo Satoru left the fitting room to Youlai alone. He saw that she was shy and timid, so he gave her enough free space.
It just so happens that during this time I can take a look at the rows of children's clothing accessories, such as hats, and pick out a few nice ones.
Now Gojo Satoru is like an enthusiast who is experiencing a dress-up game for the first time and can't wait to buy all the pretty clothes.
What a pity... I guess I can only take advantage of now to see the other person's diverse outfits. When Lai returns to his previous appearance, he will probably be dressed formally in his daily clothes again.
Gojo Satoru thought to himself, "I wonder if I can convince the thousand-year-old monster to dress up in a more fashionable way."
After walking out of the fitting room, Gojo Satoru walked around to the children's clothing and accessories area on the other side, humming a little tune, and began to pick out suitable small hats, small ties and other items.
At this moment, Gojo Satoru was in an extremely relaxed state of mind, but this relaxation only lasted for a second.
The next moment, Gojo Satoru, who was sensitive to the fluctuations of the cursed power in the air, turned to the fitting room next to him where Youlai was without hesitation.
"Boom!" An explosion sounded, and the entire shopping mall was immediately plunged into chaos with people screaming!
A cursed spirit with long arms and legs was occupying the center of the venue, its open mouth was full of sharp teeth, and there were countless tentacles extending from its mouth.
Next to the cursed spirit stood an adult man wearing a warrior's braid. There was a huge scar on his face from the end of his eyebrow to his chin, which looked quite scary.
Needless to say, his act of attacking the shopping mall without caring about ordinary citizens has already proved his identity as a curser.
The smoke and dust from the explosion gradually dissipated, and standing there was Gojo Satoru, who was holding a black-haired toddler Pikachu in one hand.
He held the child in one hand and raised the other hand, looking at the curser in front of him, his dignified eyes behind the sunglasses filled with aura.
"Six Eyes." The curser in a samurai braid looked over. His voice was sharp and particularly harsh. "You reacted very quickly."
His fingers were connected to countless tiny threads of cursed power, controlling the cursed spirit puppet with long arms and legs.
Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and replied in a nonchalant tone: "Because I have seen the best curse spirit operators in the world, all similar techniques are nothing more than child's play in my eyes.
There was boldness and pride in her words, and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled.
The curser, wearing a warrior's braid, sneered, his sharp voice rising even higher: "Then I'll let you see my ability - by the way, I didn't expect that you still have the leisure to take care of children... But everything will end now."
The original intention of the last sentence of the Samurai Curse Master was to indicate that the object of his declaration of war today was Gojo Satoru.
Although Gojo Satoru is the most famous and powerful, there are always some pretentious cursers who are tempted by the high bounty. They have never witnessed Gojo Satoru's power with their own eyes and want to chop off Rokugan's head in exchange for the high prize.
The curser before us is one of them.
He had tried to figure out Gojo Satoru's moves in advance, but he didn't pay much attention to Gojo Satoru's personal affairs.
What I just said about taking care of children was just an opening remark I made after seeing Youlai.
However, in Gojo Satoru's ears, the meaning of that sentence changed, especially since the aftermath of the explosion also affected the children's clothing fitting room.
——[Take care of the children], [Everything must end now]. These words put together, in Gojo Satoru's eyes, are a naked threat aimed at Youlai.
He believed that the curser in front of him had been collecting information for a long time and this time was targeting the black-haired child.
"..." Gojo Satoru's eyes turned completely cold, and the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared completely.
The previous carefree and playful mentality has completely transformed into a real murderous intent, surging like a tide.
Youlai, who was held in his arms, felt this cold aura. He sensed that this aura was not aimed at him, but he still subconsciously hugged the other person tighter.
"..." Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelids. He raised his hand and gently patted the black-haired child's back as a comfort. "Hold on, little bean sprout. Close your eyes and don't look."
Youlai obediently buried his head in Gojo Satoru, closed his eyes, and just focused on him.
Gojo Satoru held Youlai tightly in one arm, letting him lean against his chest. He stretched out his other hand, with a powerful curse gathered at his fingertips.
In the world's unique and beautiful blue eyes, a violent storm swept up, just like a strong wind raising huge waves in the sea, awakening the giant monster sleeping in the abyss.
The overwhelming pressure of the cursed power was like an iceberg rolling down, and all the glass in the mall was shattered in the shaking!
A few miles away, the sorcerers who were notified by the [window] were affected by the sweeping cursed power and their minds went blank for a moment.
After a brief tinnitus, someone finally spoke.
"…What happened?"
Among the sorcerers who came rushing over, one swallowed and his voice trembled.
"It's that Lord Gojo." The leading sorcerer was relatively calm. He exhaled, looked ahead, and lowered his voice. "I don't know who it is... but it's clear that the strongest one is angry."