Chapter 100 Who beats Sukuna?
It is actually dangerous and radical to hastily make inferences about a third party, and the truth obtained from other people's mouths is very likely not to be true.
However, Qian Jianmu did not stop. There was a strange feeling guiding his thinking, like a silent guidance.
"The way to manipulate cursed spirits is to subdue them. Perhaps subjugation is just a way to force a contract. ... If your six eyes are a technique that comes with a special physique, then he may have a rare physique like you that is rarely seen in a thousand years, but he is more inclined to spiritual power Yin-Yang magic."
Curse power and spiritual power, like water and fire, restrain and entangle each other.
But this does not mean that Onmyoji has no cursed power or that sorcerers have no spiritual power.
It's just that while one of these abilities permeates the whole body, the other force that is generated will be restrained and then eliminated.
Possessing such an extraordinary gifted body, every drop of his blood and every inch of his bones were destined to accommodate spiritual power. However, his spiritual power was exhausted, but his cursed power continued to grow. The excellent talent engraved in his blood and bones taught him to master the power instinctively. The only target he could find was the cursed spirit, and thus the tragedy began.
When he had to use the method of taming to control the cursed spirit in order to sign a contract with it, his body would instinctively hate the cursed spirit, not to mention that he had to eat something he hated with his own hands. He would definitely find the cursed spirit very disgusting, but he had to take it.
His life was a great tragedy of being born at the wrong time.
But from another perspective, in addition to his amazing talent, Geto Suguru worked really, really hard to be able to master the opposite power that goes against his gifted body and fight against the young Gojo Satoru.
Spiritual power comes from the accumulation of positive emotions, which makes people full of vitality, tolerance and stability. However, the origin of the curse is very unclear, it is nothing more than an outburst of hatred caused by vengeful spirits. He has a positive constitution by nature, and if he accepts negative forces, he will continue to be tortured by the double temperature difference.
Being a sorcerer is painful, protecting others is painful, and becoming stronger is painful. He faced a harsh world that made things difficult for him at every turn. However, this gave rise to his extreme idea of protecting the sorcerers and eliminating ordinary people.
At least he was still protecting.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, one has the strongest cursed power, but he has all the spiritual power in the world sealed in his body; the other has the strongest spiritual power, but he uses cursed power all his life.
Like the Yin and Yang fish in Tai Chi, fate is entangled and mixed, with the head following the tail and the tail following the head, spinning endlessly and alternating endlessly.
If the world could wake up, Qian Jianmu really wanted to ask the world what it was thinking to come up with such a thing.
It was like a last glimmer of life, but it was mentally confused. The starting point is good, but it’s better not to start. It was sent away because it was useless, leaving behind a huge mess, like an unfinished game of house.
Apologize to the whole world, you rubbish operator!
"——However, these are just speculations. I need to meet him in person to know his more detailed condition."
After carefully observing Gojo Satoru's expression for a while, I found that Gojo Satoru's expression had returned to a stable state from the solemn sneer at the beginning. I don't know what he was thinking.
The two of them exchanged information back and forth. Senjianmu needed to obtain intelligence about the world, while Gojo Satoru needed to understand the nature of the world. But at this point, Qian Jianmu had understood enough, so he was in no hurry to continue. He lowered his eyes and pondered the future direction.
Gojo Satoru remained silent for a while, then suddenly changed the subject:
"By the way, Ryoumen Sukuna was sealed by Onmyoji."
“…That’s terrible.”
In the era of heyday thousands of years ago, many Onmyojis were dispatched to work together to seal the cursed spirits. The spiritual power and cursed power still restrained each other, which was equivalent to their attacks being multiplied by two.
However, now, they can only use the same source of magic power to fight each other in this Dharma-Ending Age. Both the number of people and their abilities are not very optimistic.
This is not a problem that can be solved by a head-on battle; other methods must be used.
Then Gojo Satoru became unfathomable and stopped talking:
"…Are you in a hurry to leave? How about playing Sukuna? It's fun."
"……?"
well--? Sensei Gojo, at his old age, has he started to resort to extreme means? !
"I beat Sukuna? Is that true?" Sengenmaku pointed at himself, looking confused.
“Really, really.”
"Will you win?"
"With Gojo-sensei's personal guidance, we're guaranteed to win!"
"…So why bother? Can't I just do it again?!"
"No, since you are here, we will be released soon. You can play Sukuna before leaving."
"You're a scumbag! You can even think of taking advantage of me at my age!"
"This is the calmness of an adult. When a person reaches this age, he or she is automatically worn down by life and becomes a scum."
"I think you are just looking for an excuse to fight with me." Qian Jianmu said with dead eyes.
"Ahaha, I've been discovered."
"You're not pretending anymore? You're not pretending at all?"
Just step over the mess on the ground and swim over the dirty pool.
The past cannot be brought back, but the future can still be looked forward to.
Having shaken off the mistakes of the past and not wanting to stop at the past, Gojo Sensei once again smiled the relaxed smile of an adult.
"No matter how weak you are, you won't be able to survive in this world, Sukuna. Listen to what the adults say, okay?"
“…”
Chijianmu silently put on the suit that had been turned off due to the fluctuations in his ability to switch worlds, and transformed himself into a living person in front of Gojo Satoru.
The white-haired young man glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and continued to chat:
"You're so short, and you don't look like you have much muscle. You're so weak. You need to work harder."
"...People playing outside are all brains..."
Although Gojo Satoru is smart, he is a pure science and engineering man and cannot afford to play around with tricks. Just picking a few anchor points from the world of literary masters will be able to fight him tactically.
"From what you said, it seems that the muscles of the brain should be more developed." Gojo Satoru joked seriously, as if he was thinking about something.
——Are you the gorilla from Muscle Planet?
**
Sengenmaku's physical skills are really not good (I think so).
He just has a long health bar and many skills.
Generally speaking, isn't it enough to have the combat power to protect yourself? Even the sword men just let him learn, and there is no need to force him to fight with others.
After arriving in the world of literary giants, except for the first few years when he accumulated money and power to carry out assassinations, he later became just a writer and did not even continue his training.
However, the art of spellcasting has its own national conditions.
Gojo Satoru is the most unethical person.
The longer Chigenmaku was trained, the more he was beaten.
Time stands still here. There is no chance of injury or fatigue, it is simply a holy place for training. Teacher Gojo's S attributes exploded and he gave a great education.
He was laughing while beating him, like a psychopath with mental problems.
With a short knife in his hand, Chigenmaku was given a weapon. But his size is there and his disadvantages are obvious. After being pinned down and hit a few times, he became annoyed and began to attack with all his strength.
His fighting skills were obviously of a unified style, with one strike killing each time, clean and efficient, pursuing high-explosive guerrilla warfare. After all, the future combat style will basically be a turn-based system, and there will be no protracted wars.
However, he had been wandering for a long time, and those complete sets of fighting techniques were further streamlined by him, adding a lot of wild flavor. Because most of his enemies were wild beasts or other non-human creatures, many of his attacks had a sense of surprise for humans.
In this way, it really seems that he and Gojo Satoru have a back-and-forth fight.
They didn't feel tired, nor did they get hurt. The two of them fought for several days and nights on a realistic scale. In the end, Qian Jianmu couldn't stand it anymore, so he lay on the ground like a child and refused to continue.
Gojo Satoru squatted beside him, poking and prodding, complaining in dissatisfaction:
"Come on, come on? Why did you stop? Get up and continue fighting."
"…Are you a pervert?"
"Well... you can call me that if you want, right?" Gojo Satoru said with a half-smile.
By now, Chijianmu had also reacted. He looked at Gojo Satoru, then looked again, and then looked again. Finally, he sighed silently, grabbed the man's hair and gently pulled it down. Gojo Satoru did not resist, and lay on the ground. The two of them leaned against each other's shoulders, looking up at the cloudy sky.
"how are you feeling?"
“No feeling.”
"Don't you believe it?"
"I only half believed it."
"What are you going to do when you go out?"
"Kill all the rotten oranges."
"Can't bear it anymore?"
"How rude! I'm not very patient."
Qianjianmu turned around and saw that Gojo Sensei was already 28 years old, with a thin jaw and cold corners. When he opened his eyes, his clear blue eyes always made people think he was still a teenager. However, when he closed his eyes, the feeling of being worn down by time and the deep sense of story came to his face.
He had a lazy smile on his face, his lips were very pale, and his whole face was stained with a layer of plainness and dullness. His smile was like flowers in the fog, smiling, but untouchable.
"I can let your past self have your present memories."
Hesitantly, he spoke in a low voice.
"Don't do unnecessary things, Xiaomu-san. I didn't realize you are such a soft-hearted guy."
The young man whispered, and although he was clearly in his prime, he exuded a kind of insight and vicissitudes of life like a centenarian.
In some ways, he really is somewhat similar to the old sword in Honmaru.
"Once people have memories, they will try to control their lives, and then fate will go as planned. It is better to leave it to them. I have already stood in my future, so I should not break the dreams of young people."
He said:
"You should leave now, right? Your time reversal, if I'm not mistaken, will work here too."
"You don't want me to beat Sukuna anymore?"
The young man lowered his eyes, the light in his pupils was obscured, and he revealed a truly tolerant smile that belonged to the helpless teacher:
"Your taijutsu is really bad. Try practicing for another hundred years."
"…So you were just looking for an excuse to beat me up, right?"
"How is that possible? I really want to see your fighting level." Gojo Satoru said calmly.
"…So later you just found a reason to beat me, right?"
"Yes."
"...You admitted it so quickly, why don't you pretend for a while, you scumbag?"
"I'm pretending to be tired. What else? How about you jump up and hit me? Come on, come on. I'm ready at any time." Gojo Satoru was eager to try.
**
As a rule force, time reversal can also be effective in situations where a third party belongs to the world but the specific object is still in the world.
For example, Honmaru orbits the planet, Honmaru is also a free space, and the time inside Honmaru can be considered to be still. Almost the same thing is the Jail Gate and the Honmaru.
But logically speaking, he traced back within the Prison Gate Territory, and after tracing back he was still in the Prison Gate Territory, so he might have to return to Honmaru and wait for the world consciousness to awaken and send the coordinates of the real world.
But this is an action under the unclear rules of Yumenjiang. According to Gojo Satoru, Yumenjiang, as a legendary item, actually abides by the rules very much. If he went back in time, the most likely scenario was that the prison gate was in an unused state and would sense that he was inside, but had not gone through the procedure of opening the gate and seal, and would spit him out.
Gojo Satoru was very keen on having the prison gate destroyed when he got out, or giving it to him as a gift.
What if this thing has been in the safe all this time?
Forget it, no matter where he is, as long as he writes down the coordinates, he can come back next time, so he won’t have to go through the process of reporting the coordinates to this world consciousness.
...Alright, that's fine too?
At times like this, Gojo Satoru would actively urge him to go back, just like a college student who had been staying at home for the entire vacation and whose parents began to frequently ask him when he was leaving.
He is a rational and emotional person, procrastinating and decisive. The future was pulling him, the past was pulling him, he was trapped in the middle, feeling helpless as if he was lying on a spider web and waving his hands outward.
The future pays tribute to the past, and the dying bless the living.
Don't hesitate, you too, do what you want to do and don't look back.
"Well, I'll start then."
The stored power of rules was activated, and the next moment, golden light flowed and time went backwards.
Gojo Satoru raised his head and looked at the golden light flowing like ripples on water.
The golden light penetrated the prison gate, and the surrounding dark walls became transparent.
Backwards, backflow, butterflies turn into cocoons, heavy rain flows back to the sky, and after the snow becomes less, after a long season switch, from meltwater to snow layer, it is another cycle.
Switch, switch, the houses become shorter layer by layer, and the calendar turns forward page by page. The dead are returning to their dead end, the grown-up children are returning to their cradles, and the separated couples are just setting off on their journey.
The girl returned to the cage and endured a hopeless tomorrow with her parents; the boy came back to life and, smiling, set out on an unknown journey with his companions; the girl stood in front of the aquarium, gazing at the azure underwater sky; Sky and Tyrant walked out of the casino, scanning the latest mission intelligence.
Backtrack, backtrack.
Like an eraser erasing the past, it erases the pain of the future bit by bit, erasing it completely, as if it was just a nightmare of Cinderella.
The short-haired girl sat at the window, lit a cigarette and looked out; the black-haired boy stepped into a strange school, his violet pupils looking up at the boy hanging in the sky; and the white-haired boy looked down indifferently with his six eyes, with a little curiosity and confusion amidst his boredom and numbness.
Click, click, click.
The clock was running in reverse, and every crisp sound was as deafening as the sound of a bell.
Such a spectacular sight is probably something that one may only see once in a lifetime. Sengenmu felt the strength in his body being drained away. He turned around and saw Gojo Satoru still there, looking at him with a smile.
"Why are you still here?"
The young man chuckled and tapped his brain.
"I am the strongest. And, thank you."
The next moment, the strongest thread shattered, and the figure turned into nothingness and disintegrated in the darkness.
The past was obliterated, and what finally caught the eye was the dazzling eye of the sky.
Then a white light flashed, and the prison gate broke by itself.
Spider webs fell on his head, cold wind blew in the dim room, negative forces flowed all over the world, and Sengenmaku didn't have time to think about Gojo Satoru's departure, he looked up.
He was not in any safe, this was just an ordinary house warehouse.
Turning around, I saw a calendar spread out on the table that looked newer than everything else.
2005.
Thirteen years ago.
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