Chapter 109: Similar People Flow to the Same River
Sengenmaku had no idea how well Gojo Satoru handled this matter.
This time it was indeed Gojo who realized his great power.
He is arrogant, but he just doesn't care. He understands the ways of the world better than anyone else, but he is strong enough, so it doesn't matter.
From the time he made that phone call to the way he influenced the attitudes of everyone at the high school towards him, Gojo Satoru secretly set the tone for his relationship with Sengenmaku - the orphan that Gojo Satoru picked up was very weak, a toy to be bullied, and a disposable item that could be used at a whim.
When a person's personality is distinct enough to cover up anything unusual, and this personality conforms to the mainstream trend, then everything becomes normal.
The world of magic is a dirty place.
The Zenin family has a clear hierarchy and they bully the weak, not treating people as human. The Kamo family treats sorcerers as breeding pigs and the family relationships are chaotic. The Gojo family is a little better, but the real moral standards did not improve until Gojo Satoru was born. Even then, the moral standards were only good because Gojo Satoru was good-looking. The Gojo family is not good at all.
The way the Gojo family trained Gojo Satoru would probably cultivate a lawless devil if it were applied to anyone else. However, the Gojo family does not care what kind of demon Gojo Satoru will become. The manipulator is the family elder, and Gojo Satoru is just a weapon. No matter what evil things he does, as long as he is still the strongest, the Gojo family can cover him.
In this regard, the way Gojo Satoru was trained was almost exactly the same as the way Sengenmaku was trained. The only reason they didn't grow up astray is that they have a strong nature and are gifted.
The world of sorcery is too dirty. No one talks about it openly, but everyone knows it in their hearts. The word "going along with the crowd" is really an unspoken rule used by them.
There are some dirty things, but when everyone is dirty, no one will think there is anything wrong with them. At this time, a person who is not dirty suddenly appears, and that person is an outlier.
People who are too clean will be excluded by the rules.
As one of the three great families, the Gojo family is well aware of the "rules". They have often thrown dirty water on Gojo Satoru, making him "dirty" and "scary" in order to force him to conform to the "self-evident" rules of the world of sorcery.
Arrogant, domineering, spoiled and willful, Gojo Satoru himself has not actually done anything out of the ordinary. This can be seen from his personality after entering technical high school. He is just a little colder, a little weirder, and a little smarter. The Gojo family can only focus on his character. He is the strongest, so it is natural for him to be crazy. What the Gojo family wants is to put his reputation of madness on Gojo Satoru, so that Gojo Satoru can remain the strongest within the 'rules'.
In the world of sorcery, no matter who it is, when they hear the name Gojo Satoru, their first instinctive feeling is that he is a rampant and arrogant guy. Many people are even afraid of Gojo Satoru and fear that he will kill people.
Yega Masamichi knew Gojo Satoru, he often went in and out of Gojo's house, so he didn't care. But from the attitude of other teachers towards Gojo Satoru in the classroom, Gojo Satoru was a "devil of trouble".
But did he really do anything?
No.
But he had to do something.
The world of sorcery was eagerly waiting for him to do something heinous to prove that they were of the same kind.
If he doesn't do it, if he does something good, he will be excluded forever.
Gojo Satoru was very concise and to the point when he made the phone call in front of Senmaku, but he was much more impolite when talking to family members behind his back, and every word he said was to belittle Senmaku within the reasonable scope of his personality. This was the first time that Gojo Satoru openly did something bad like harming and abusing others, and of course the Gojo family happily obeyed.
The Gojo family not only had to obey, but also had to secretly expose the matter.
The strongest within the rules is the strongest, and the strongest outside the rules cannot bring any benefits that are in line with their values. Gojo Satoru must abide by the rules and must go with the flow.
In just 18 hours, the news that Gojo Satoru bullied orphans and forcibly brought the "Prince's Companion" into the technical high school had already reached the General Directorate. The information provided by the Gojo family was very complete. At the same time, the spies inside the technical high school worked hard to prove that everyone had indeed been teasing Sengenmaku on the first day. Gojo Satoru had been "playing" the whole time, playing with evil intent like a cat and mouse.
And last night, after Sengenmaku fell asleep, Gojo Satoru called home again to put pressure on them. He called three times in one day. Everyone could see that he was very anxious, and he wanted to show that he was very anxious. When Gojo Ie was about to knock on the Sengenbaku to say that he wanted to talk to him, Gojo Satoru laughed and said: He is asleep, should I wake him up and talk to you?
It’s not that he doesn’t understand, he’s just seen too much.
The family fell silent for a moment, no one dared to speak, and they rushed to meet Gojo Satoru's request. No one even dared to spread the news, but the whole family took this matter to a new level of importance.
The unusual situation of the Gojo family being urged by Gojo Satoru was naturally "accidentally" sent to the desk of the general office this morning. The general office, which always thought it was smarter than others, saw that Gojo Satoru was so "dirty" and unreasonable and rude, so it did not confront the Gojo family and directly handled the matter, which was more efficient than approving a death allowance for a sorcerer.
They were truly relieved.
They won't say it openly, and even if they do, they will say that Gojo Satoru has bad character. However, no one knows how much their tension towards Gojo Satoru has eased behind the scenes.
He was just a second-level sorcerer, nothing. When Gojo Satoru got tired of playing with people, he took them to the curse spirit den and killed them, and no one said anything.
The general directorate could actually breathe a sigh of relief privately after he killed the man, after all, that was how they eliminated dissidents.
Throughout the whole thing, Gojo Satoru went with the flow and handled things neatly and efficiently with a high profile and vision. As for what his reputation was like in the end, the rumors about the Gojo family and the speculations of the general office were all their own speculations. Nothing had happened to the Thousand-Genbaku for a long time, so Gojo Satoru would naturally be able to clear himself.
All the sophisticated verbal hype and manipulation together created a safe environment for Qianjianmu, where no one would disturb or investigate him, and even if they paid attention to him, it was out of pity rather than vigilance.
It even paved the way for later, bringing the prince along on missions. Not surprising, right?
Naoya from the Zen temple next door even brought his cousin to school, and no one said anything even though he insulted and beat him from time to time.
Gojo Satoru himself didn't know why he suddenly thought of this idea. He always despised conspiracies and tricks, but at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that he could do this.
So he did it, he did it, and he didn't say anything.
It’s not a big deal anyway, he thought.
Seeing Senjianmu looking at his student ID card with a look of doubt on his face, Gojo Satoru, who was watching from the side, turned his head subtly and looked in another direction.
"Gojo-sensei is omnipotent. I've done everything for you. Don't blame me if there are any consequences. Just go ahead and do it."
At a certain moment, he suddenly wanted to say this sentence. He felt that he could say it, but at the moment he said it, he felt strange because he didn't like calling himself a teacher.
It is something I can say, but it is not something I can say.
Just as he was lost in thought, he turned around and received the complicated gaze of Ye Mo Zhengdao. Gojo Satoru threw those strange things away, scratched his head, and made an irritable sound.
"Why are you looking at me? I caught a student for you!"
The other students didn't know about this, only Ye Mo could feel something was wrong, but Ye Mo was not within the scope of the "rules" after all. He was a civilian sorcerer and could not understand the mystery of Gojo Satoru's move. He only vaguely felt that his student seemed to have brought some changes to the Gojo family and the general directorate.
In this circle, Ye Mo Zheng Dao is not someone who can influence others. He is just an ordinary college teacher.
Ye Moth said nothing, but just sighed and waved at the white-haired child:
"Qianjian, come here for a moment."
The real enrollment has just begun from this moment.
**
"you……"
Looking at the young man, Ye Mo Zheng Dao didn't know what to say.
Does this child want to become a sorcerer? No, his resistance was visible to everyone.
But under various impetus, Gojo Satoru made the final decision. For the time being, Sengenmaku could not leave his identity as a sorcerer.
Yaga Masamichi believed in Gojo Satoru's character and could not criticize his behavior. From a practical point of view, it is a good thing that Qianjianmu can live in peace for a while. But considering the sorcerer's professional identity with a very high mortality rate in battle, it is hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
Sensing his hesitation, the shocked Qian Jianmu smiled instead.
Now that we are here, we should make the best of it. If that’s the case, then that’s fine.
"It's okay with me. Teacher Ye Moth has been working hard these past few days."
"After that, you will go to class with Gojo and the others. The formalities will be completed tomorrow. You can design your own uniforms. If you have any questions, you can come and consult the teacher."
Although Yega Zhengdao has a tough face, he is actually a very careful and patient person by nature: "I don't know what you are doing here, but since you have become a sorcerer, you must do what a sorcerer should do while you have the identity of a sorcerer."
"Teacher, I don't intend to become the enemy of the sorcerer."
Actually saying the word "teacher" still felt a bit awkward to Chimamu, but his tone was serious:
“I cherish the ‘daily life’ and I don’t intend to let it disappear.”
Realizing that he was serious, Yega Masamichi breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how he looked at it, Chimaera was too young. Spellcasters were generally well-developed. In his eyes, the 'young' Chimaera was really no different from a child:
"If you have any problems at school, please feel free to tell me. Gojo Satoru has no bad intentions. If someone bullies you, come to me and I will help you teach him a lesson."
There was a rustling noise outside the door. Ye Mo Zhengdao and Qian Jianmu looked outside the door and looked at each other helplessly.
Now that he had been dragged into this, Qian Jianmu no longer needed to be subtle and asked when it was time to ask:
"Teacher, I do have a question."
Ye Moth said sternly, "Please speak."
"What is the teaching like in school? I have never been to school and only learned some knowledge by myself. Is the teaching in technical college a bit..."
It's terrible, the curriculum in this school is really terrible.
Qian Jianmu was really confused, but when he really saw the slightly guilty expression on Yega Zhengdao's face, he also realized that perhaps this matter could not be solved just by Yega Zhengdao's awareness.
Ye Mo Zheng Dao also knows that the school education is not comprehensive, but the Jujutsu High School cannot easily drag ordinary teachers into the water. How can ordinary people get along in the Jujutsu High School? Moreover, these young sorcerers will not need to take college entrance exams in the future. They will have to fight between life and death. Physical training classes take up half of the high school curriculum. They have to put all their efforts into just staying alive. How can they learn knowledge that seems to not exist?
He is just a teacher and he has done his best just to protect his students.
The two looked at each other, and finally Qian Jianmu could only sigh.
"I understand. I will attend the class."
"The library has a lot of books. You can study on your own. Although it's not as rich as the family library, it may be able to help you."
Library?
When he walked out of the office, Qian Jianmu was still thinking about the library.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw three people playing Jenga in the corner.
"Chiken-kun~~~~~" Gojo Satoru screamed.
"Chikan-san~~~~~" Xia Yujie said with a smile.
The one at the bottom, Nozomi Ieiri, looked up at the two people above, twitched the corners of her mouth, and stretched out her hand to say hello.
"Hey, Chiken-san."
"...Not really necessary." Holding this kind of welcoming ceremony.
Before he could finish his words, Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru carried him left and right and ran away.
He was so confused that his feet were off the ground, and before he realized what was happening, he was pressed down on a chair in the classroom. Two male high school students were looking at him with weird smiles on their faces, as if they were competing with him, while Ieiri Naoko on the side was giving him a look of pity.
"Chikan-kun~~~~" x2
“…What, what happened?”
Chiganmaku looked at Ieiri Shoko for help. Ieiri Shoko was silent for a moment and sighed.
"When Ye Moth was talking about school uniforms, Gojo Satoru said there weren't any uniforms either, he hadn't decided on one at all, and he wanted the same style as you, but Geto Suguru also wanted the same style as you."
I don't know what these two are fighting about. It was fine in the morning, but just now when Ye Mo Zhengdao mentioned the school uniform, the two of them started whispering and tug-of-waring for no apparent reason.
After saying that, she shrugged speechlessly, obviously thinking that the high school boy was extremely childish.
"Gojo Satoru doesn't even have a school uniform, so why are they in the same style?" Chijianmu was confused.
"I don't care, you can't have the same style as the weird bangs."
"Why not?"
"Then I want one too!"
"I reject your words. What's the point of customizing school uniforms?"
"Why can he do it but I can't? I was clearly here first. Blame it on you, Liu Hai, for being unreasonable."
Is this something that could cause a quarrel?
The two high school boys couldn't win the argument, so they turned around and said:
"What do you think!" x2.
Chiganmaku and Ieiri Shoko looked at each other and saw the same thought in each other's eyes: "These two people are sick."
"Can't we three wear our own clothes? Isn't the point of customization to make them different?" What are you arguing about?
The two tall boys fell silent as if they had just realized what had happened, their resentful eyes falling on him.
After all, we have only known each other for a few days, right? Did bullying lead to feelings?
Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru really hit it off right away. They fought every day and worked together every day.
Thinking of this, he sighed:
"You two have such a good relationship."
The two high school boys' expressions suddenly twisted, they looked at each other and snorted in disgust:
"Who has a good relationship with him!" x2
"Don't imitate me/the way I talk!" x2
"You are so disgusting!" x2
Seeing two people breaking out of the window again, Qianjianmu listened numbly to the crackling sounds outside. Several buildings were smashed, several trees were kicked down, and some unregistered curses were used to cause the alarm to sound. The angry roar of Ye Mo Zhengdao upstairs pierced through the sound of destruction. Amid the noise, Qianjianmu and Jiairi Glass looked at each other and saw the ellipsis in each other's eyes that represented silence.
"…I'm going to the library, would you like to join me?"
"Yeah, okay."
"If you don't have classes in the evening, how about watching a movie?"
"May I?"
"Mr. Nightmoth said he has a disc."
"real!?"
Ye Mo Zheng Dao was stopping students from fighting in front of the school building. He turned around and saw two other well-behaved students passing by him while chatting in a friendly manner as if no one was around.
His eyes went dark.
The future of my career is predictably dark.
**
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I met the young officer's brother.
It was not an active encounter, but I saw a face similar to the officer's when I was passing by.
After being disguised, my appearance was hidden under the mask, so even if I passed by him, he wouldn't know who I was.
I saw him and the girl beside him walking into the gathering place of the cult, smiling.
There was a silver ornament hanging around his neck, and I knew it was the symbol of a believer.
Does his brother know about this?
When he betrays himself for the stability of the country, and his blood relatives have already taken other paths, what kind of expression will he make and what decision will he make?
Thinking of this, I smiled and heard my own short laugh.
I am bored.
Area 21 has become a den of the cult. The Oasis can no longer sustain the losses and begins to migrate inward. This chaotic and unorganized religion, with its strange cohesive force, has turned into bloody scars on humanity.
I saw the woman again.
The crazy and devout glutton who had hired someone to kill her husband was now sitting by the wall where the homeless lived, so thin that only a bag of bones remained.
She was too fat before, and now she is too thin. The beautiful face was no longer radiant, and even the skin on the body had become loose due to the drastic weight gain and loss, sticking to the bones and drooping.
I stopped in front of her and put down the food I had stored.
She wasn’t looking at the food, she was looking at me.
"It's you, sir."
Since I was recognized, I might as well stay and chat for a few minutes. I looked down at her from above and saw her ribs that clearly had no feminine appeal under her loose neckline.
"My Lord, how have you been lately?"
"Yeah, better than you."
"Really?" She lowered her head and smiled: "That's great."
She picked up the food and stood up staggeringly. She seemed to be so thin that she weighed less than 50 pounds and swayed when the wind blew.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
In fact, it was just a part of the greeting. I was calculating the remaining distance and couldn't really care about the suffering of others.
The woman fell silent, with a look of deep depression on her haggard face.
"Just wandering."
"Aren't you going to eat anymore?" I asked.
She laughed again.
“No one will give me food anymore.”
Perhaps it was because she met an old friend, or maybe it was a last burst of inspiration, she took me to a quieter, dilapidated house that belonged to her, and put the food I gave her on the table as part of her hospitality to the guests.
Oasis, she escaped.
She was too fat, ate too much, valued her body more than her faith, and felt a sharp conflict the night she saw her name on the list of devotees.
Her husband wanted her to live, but her faith wanted her to devote herself.
She was not afraid to give of herself, but she loved her husband more.
So he betrayed his faith and began his endless wandering.
She loved her husband deeply, and she believed that her husband loved her deeply too.
It's a balance, she is a believer, but her husband is also a rebel. They did not love each other purely, but their love for each other overcame everything, overcame the glory of soldiers and the faith of believers.
Hope or despair?
In the rotten love, the wrong flowers tremble.
She pushed the food to me and into my arms, and her light and indifferent look left a deep impression on me.
"Sir, can I ask you a favor?"
"……certainly."
"Please...exorcise the evil spirit for me."
Even though she abandoned her faith, she still clung to her deep-rooted dogma.
Behind this is a completely chaotic and distorted life, and she can no longer see what is real and normal.
The ceremony took place on a dark green, tattered sofa, which was very similar to the one she had at home. She sewed it carefully, and this sofa is the most complete piece in the whole room. She sat on the couch like a skeleton on the sofa.
She said:
"I've had a good time, sir."
"Do you plead guilty?"
“I had some great times,” she said.
The light of setting sun shone into the room. She huddled in the shadows, feeling distraught, yet happy and sweet, with her lifeless eyes wide open.
No matter how I asked, she just said:
“I had a good time, too.”
What are we living for?
I raised my gun.
Does all this really make sense?
I was confused.
Blood will betray, love is a mess, faith is a murderer, and beauty is fleeting.
While we're standing here, under my gun, everything can be easily wiped out.
Gunshot.
I hear shouts from the city.
The believers of God rose up in arms.
The mob can also unite the terrorist extremists scattered around the world. The guards composed of scattered believers will respond from all over the world and rush to the mass grave of death and faith together.
The government army of the young officer, the guard army of the officer's brother, and the resistance army of the red-haired boy, three arrows are pointing to the central battlefield.
However.
I don’t want to think about those things for now.
The gun barrel was scorching hot, and blood-red flowers bloomed on the woman's head, deep red and dark green. Under the dim shadow left by the setting sun, there was an unsolvable and ruined life.
It was she who died, but the meaningless bullet hit me between the eyebrows.
I remained silent until the body grew cold and my fingertips became chilly too.
…
Following the believers holding guns, I left the city overnight.
My analysis is that because the religious leaders are aware of the threat posed by the rebels, once the rebels succeed and the Church of God is suppressed, in order to maintain their current power and status, they will use the lives of the ignorant as bargaining chips and throw them into a meat grinder-like battlefield.
I can analyze that although the religious leaders think so, these extremists are a group of their own and they will also shoot at government forces.
I can analyze it all.
Although I haven't participated in a war for a long time, my control over the situation remains the same as before. Years of learning and experience are enough to support me to remain invincible, but I don't care and I don't think about it.
Because I didn't think about it, my talents and past are meaningless at this moment.
But, is the effort meaningful?
Standing in the dead silent battlefield, I looked up and saw the red-haired boy’s head hanging in the sky.
He looked at me, his bloodshot eyes wide open, he looked at me.
Exactly the same as his father that year.
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Excerpt from Meaningless Literature, Part 7
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