Chapter 122 (with text) When I fly, I am the freest bird in the world.



Chapter 122 (Text Included) When I fly, I am the freest bird in the world.

"Tian Yuan is out of control?"

"I used a technique that consumed too much of myself, and the Hongxing Palace was completely sealed off..."

While he was thinking, Gojo Satoru was sitting on the hospital bed waiting for him, with a black uniform wrapped around his body and a black eye mask covering the upper half of his face.

Qian Jianmu saw this look for the first time and looked at him a few more times.

Although it was a mess outside, the two people in the room did not feel any urgency. Gojo Satoru even approached and asked with a smile.

"Eh? Are you stunned by what I'm seeing?"

The passive effect of the Six Eyes is that it collects information for Gojo Satoru all the time. Although the processing speed can keep up, the junk information is of no use other than slowing down his thinking speed and affecting his body.

The sunglasses that Gojo Satoru used when he was a teenager were a spell-isolation tool custom-made for him by the Gojo family. When wearing these sunglasses, ordinary people will be like blind and completely unable to see anything through the pitch-black sunglasses. But for Gojo Satoru, this is just a thin filter membrane with average effect. It would be useful when he was a teenager, but as his body grew, his various organs gradually developed to their peak and complete stages, and the sunglasses were no longer sufficient.

When he was a teenager, he had to eat a lot of sweets in order to replenish the rapidly consumed energy in his body. At that time, his intake of sweets was already quite considerable. After he became an adult, his demand for sugar only increased and became more extreme, to the point where he had to prepare desserts at all times to replenish his sugar intake.

Spam messages have brought a considerable burden to his body and life. In order to alleviate the burden, Gojo Satoru has tried many methods. The function of glasses has reached its limit. In recent years, he has been using medical isolation tools, which are long bandage-shaped strips of cloth. The effect is better than eyes, but it is still not comfortable.

The Gojo family worked hard to research a more complete cursed tool for him, and not long ago they developed an eye mask-shaped prototype. In fact, the eye mask on his head is not yet complete, as there are still many steps to be completed.

But considering that Tengen was out of control, Gojo Satoru would probably be busy for a long time, and the semi-finished eye mask was much better than the previous bandage that was not tailor-made, so the Gojo family sent the semi-finished eye mask to him first.

This is the first time I wear it, as for the effect...

Gojo Satoru touched the edge of the blindfold with his fingers, pulled it down and winked.

"How about it?"

"..." Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment. “Like badminton.”

"! That's too much! How can a 36° mouth say such cold words?!" Gojo Satoru covered his mouth and snapped the blindfold back on his face. Although he couldn't see his eyes clearly, he could still convey the girl's surprised expression: "I am absolutely handsome, shut up, and say it again!"

…This guy has become a lot more shameless than when he was 15.

The rough edges of youth have been smoothed out, the prickly parts have been pressed down, and similarly, the fragile parts and the parts that can be hurt have also been covered up. Those edges that could not be polished have become cold sharp angles extending outward, announcing this person's character and basic form.

When he smiles, he is as slippery as if he were coated with oil, making it hard for people to find fault with him. But everyone knows that he still has some strength left, and no one dares to really annoy him.

"How long have I slept?"

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru tilted his head and thought for a moment: "15 days."

"...! 15 days?"

"Yes, fifteen whole days."

If Sengenmaku hadn't slept for half a month at a time, he probably wouldn't have met Gojo Satoru.

The consequences of Tianyuan's collapse are unimaginable. The General Directorate likes to raise Gu and use powerful spells to suppress them in sensitive places. The surface of these spells actually has concealing formations and tents, which will reduce the luring effect of these spells to a certain extent.

Also, there are many places in Japan where cursed spirits have been eradicated but the locations are still very sensitive. These places are very prone to cursed spirits. In order to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake, misleading directions are set up.

This does not include the barrier techniques of the General Headquarters Center, the prison, the three major families, and the technical high school.

The most straightforward feeling is that, because of the barrier spell, ordinary people would be blocked outside the technical high school, which ensured the quiet and peace of the technical high school. But after Tianyuan collapsed, a cyclist actually found the college this week.

This would never have happened before.

The entire world of sorcery was in a situation where its doors were wide open.

As the strongest, Gojo Satoru didn't even have time to say anything to the students in the next ward after sending Sengenmaku over, and he immediately started rushing around Japan to clean up the mess. In the past half month, he eliminated more than a dozen special-grade cursed spirits, more than twenty quasi-special-grade, and countless first-grade ones, and his total sleep time was less than 24 hours. Until he accidentally learned that his students were sent to cross-level to eliminate cursed spirits, even two special-grade cursed spirits, he rushed back day and night to ask the general directorate for punishment.

The directorate is also outrageous. Everyone can understand that the current situation is complicated and there is an extreme shortage of manpower, so it is understandable that students are asked to skip one or two levels to complete tasks. But everyone knows what An was thinking when he directly assigned two special tasks to his students.

The house is on fire, but the general management department still wants to annoy Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru really can't imagine what's going on in the heads of those old oranges. Even Orange Juice wouldn't do such a thing.

He had just slammed the table with Old Orange and turned to visit the student who was severely injured and survived after a huge outbreak. When he turned his head, he saw Qian Jianmu in the next ward sitting up.

"What technique did Tengen use on you?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Ritual?"

Qian Jianmu rubbed his head. He couldn’t remember what happened in the past fifteen days. It was like a dream. He seemed to have met someone, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn’t remember what happened.

“No memory at all.”

“No memory?” Gojo Satoru thought, but he didn’t know what happened: “I’m afraid only Tengen can know, but…”

Tianyuan used a barrier technique to seal himself inside the Hongxing Palace. Gojo Satoru went there several times and broke down the door several times but failed to break it open. Even if he used his ultimate move, the high school might not be able to survive intact. Looking at the dark circles under Yega Zhengdao's eyes, he finally showed mercy.

"By the way, Mr. Nightmoth came to see you. Ah! Do you want to see this?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up.

"……What?"

"You'll find out in a moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the corridor.

"Satoru! Your phone is ringing."

Someone pushed open the door. Qian Jianmu turned his head to look and was stunned.

A panda walked in, holding Gojo Satoru's buzzing phone and complaining.

"Why did you suddenly leave without even taking your phone...eh?"

...Panda...doll?

Gojo Satoru knelt on one knee and opened his arms to show his presence:

"Dang! That's it!"

“…”

Teacher Gojo never told him this!

Chijianmu blinked, glanced at the somewhat confused panda, and then looked at Gojo Satoru.

"September moth..."

"Yeah." Gojo Satoru nodded.

"Teacher?"

Create life?

"No, it's a mutated cursed corpse."

"……oh."

"Satoru!" Panda glanced at Gojo Satoru and said, "You are Senjian, right? Zhengdao told me about you. Are you feeling okay?"

...This guy seems super reliable.

Panda stuffed the phone into Gojo Satoru's hand. Gojo Satoru looked down, clicked his tongue, and hung up, then stuffed the phone back into Panda's hand.

Pandas are nothing new.

"The Directorate again?"

Because of the matter involving Goju and the others, Gojo Satoru and the general manager's office had a big fight. Gojuan is still unable to speak until now. When Maki came back, he was only breathing his last breath and his heart had stopped beating. He was eventually rescued. Panda did not participate in the mission this time. He only knew that if it weren’t for Yuta Okkotsu’s final outburst, none of these three people would have come back.

The three students who had just experienced the great battle of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons had not yet fully recovered from their injuries. Yuta Otsutsuki's strength was downgraded from special grade, Satoru Inugami is only level two, and although Maki Zenin is in the state of heaven and curse, her rating is only level four. It is too dangerous to let their three districts fight against two special levels.

The problems with the directorate this time are really serious, simply outrageous.

After Gojo Satoru got the news, he went straight over and blew up a house in the general office. He said that he would only carry out missions in Tokyo for the time being. So all the mess was left to the general office, who are now in a state of panic. They didn't expect Gojo Satoru to only be in charge of Tokyo.

Panda knew that Gojo Satoru would not just leave it alone, but it was necessary for the general manager to let them quiet down for a few days, so Panda did not say anything.

"No, it's the Gojo family." Gojo Satoru turned around and sat down next to Senjianmaku. Senjianmaku moved his legs that were pinned down. A chicken-bitten cat will also be a big chicken-bitten cat when it grows up. He muttered to himself, sighed, pulled his legs out, and sat on the hospital bed next to Gojo Satoru.

He has basically recovered, and his strong recovery ability means he has no after-effects at all.

When Panda heard that it was about the Gojo family, he didn't quite understand, but he thought it was probably a very annoying matter, so he nodded.

It was Gojo Goto who explained it.

"In a few days, the family sorcerer of the three families will come out to help remove the curse."

"Eh?" The panda was surprised: "Are Zenin and Kamo willing?"

"The Gojo family is already preparing, the same." Gojo Satoru sneered.

Most of the sorcerers under the General Headquarters who are not from a family are directly under the General Headquarters and receive tasks directly from the General Headquarters, but the sorcerers inherited from the family are not directly under the General Headquarters. These sorcerers are actually the family's private soldiers. The General Headquarters needs to give tasks to the family and then distribute them to the sorcerers within the family after careful consideration. The mission location is only within the family, and missions are usually carried out in a team of multiple people. Family sorcerers rarely die in the hands of cursed spirits.

The reason why the death rate of non-family sorcerers is so high is largely because they have no family review and have to fight alone. A big part of the reason why the ratings of cursed spirits are often wrong is that the general office wants to balance the proportions between the two sides and preserve the glory of the family.

The distribution of combat power in the world of curse is very distorted. More than half of the combat power of the entire world of curse is actually in the hands of families. These sorcerers are safer and more conservative. Due to restrictions of the General Headquarters, their ratings are usually only level two or three. Even if they can fight against higher-level cursed spirits, they cannot improve their ratings.

Not to mention the troops like the Zenin family, which are composed of non-magicians who use cursed tools. Even though their combat effectiveness is generally only level two, they can still kill an elephant with ants, so it is more than enough to remove the cursed spirits.

Objectively speaking, this very strange and distorted distribution of combat power is very unscientific and unreasonable. However, judging from the panda's reaction, the world of sorcery has actually become accustomed to the family's passive resistance to the attack by retaining their fighting power, and it would even be surprising if they really took action.

Very sad.

Some time ago, Gojo Satoru was preparing to reform the family and let the family's sorcerers expand their scope of tasks. According to his plan, even if Tengen did not collapse, the Gojo family would begin to slowly reform the sorcery world in a few years.

His students and family members gradually influenced the world of sorcery, suppressed family theories, and brought in new blood. This was all part of his plan.

However, Tengen suddenly collapsed, and Gojo Satoru was in a state of panic. At this moment he had to add fuel to the fire to make this matter come true as soon as possible.

Taking the Gojo family as an example, four sorcerers were divided into groups to remove cursed spirits below level one and spread out across Japan to resist the turmoil caused by Tengen's out-of-control situation. Since the Gojo family has taken action, it has the means to drag the other two families into the water, and then drag more families into the water. Under the chain effect, the damage caused by Tengen's loss of control will be reduced to a minimum.

However, the sorcerers in the family are the family's wealth. Even if he is the head of the family, there are many doubts in the Gojo family about this decision. Gojo Satoru is annoyed to see that he is still holding on to the little benefits in his hands at this time.

He was used to this process. When he gave orders, no matter how much the elders objected, they dared not disobey. They just needed to wait a few days to finalize it, and the matter would be settled.

The panda looked at Gojo Satoru with complicated eyes and sighed.

"I'm going to buy food for everyone, do you want some?"

"No, we'll go out to eat later." Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "Let them have a good rest. There won't be any missions within a week, so the training will go on as usual. Gojo Sensei happens to have time to supervise them one by one. They're super lucky this time."

“No one feels lucky.”

Panda was speechless. He nodded to Qian Jianmu and closed the door when he left.

"Is it serious outside?" Qian Jianmu asked thoughtfully.

"Actually not. The newly born cursed spirits are very weak, but there are too many of them."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru showed some signs of fatigue. He had not slept for several days. Even though the reversal technique was constantly repairing his brain, his mental endurance was limited. Moreover, the removal of the cursed spirit was not challenging at all. His fatigue was more like the mechanical boredom of an assembly line worker.

"The tent was unusable, and the video of the sorcerer removing the cursed spirit was posted online. Word of the cursed spirit spread, and more cursed spirits were created out of fear... It was a mess."

He turned sideways and lay on the pillow. His eyes were covered by a blindfold and he couldn't see where his eyes were looking, but Qian Jianmu could feel that the other person was looking at him.

"When are you leaving?" Gojo asked.

"Wait a few days, how about the Gojo family's collection of books?" asked Chijianmu.

"Hey... have you set your eyes on the books of the Gojo family? How scary! The book-eating Chiken!" Gojo Satoru said lazily, but he stretched out his hand and made an OK gesture: "There are too many. What kind do you want? I'll ask them to find it for you first."

"Aren't you going to ask me what I want to do?" Although there was a vague consensus, Qian Jianmu still couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm... my intuition tells me that you wouldn't do anything bad. Speaking of which, I felt a sense of familiarity from the first time we met..."

If the sense of déjà vu can be inherited by going back in time, the sense of familiarity may be due to the meeting with the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru.

The white-haired young man pulled up the quilt, kicked off his shoes, and lay on his side on the bed, half of his face buried in the quilt, and said vaguely:

"I'm so tired... I always feel..."

He didn't finish his words. Perhaps even he himself didn't know why he was so tired. If one connects the itinerary of Gojo Satoru before and the itinerary of Gojo Satoru now, what he had actually experienced was much more terrifying.

Running around, fighting, dying in battle, and recalling after death, the exhaustion piled up. He was about to say goodbye to his best friend again, fighting with Tengen, the collapse of Japan's barrier, and after urgently dealing with Geto Suguru's body, he worked non-stop for half a month, and all his sleep time was spent on transportation.

He is omnipotent and invincible, but he hasn't had a good sleep in bed for a long time.

He was too tired, and coupled with a certain inexplicable trust in Chijianmu and the accumulated feelings from their past together, he fell asleep immediately after saying the last sentence.

The medical bed is not particularly narrow, but it is also a single bed. Gojo Satoru was very cat-like and just lay in a relatively edge position. Chigenmaku sat on the other side of the bed, looked at the sleeping young man and sighed.

It’s been hard work, Gojo Satoru.

But... it will be soon. Not long after this retrospection, everything will probably be over.

Thinking of this, Chimamu also felt a sense of fatigue. This ward was actually the lounge of Ieiri Shoko. Ieiri Shoko was busy with work. After making sure that everyone in the high school was safe, she was invited to a separate larger treatment room to treat the injured sorcerer. So this lounge was vacated and was used by two people to accommodate Chimamu, whose identity information was a bit sensitive.

Why am I so tired? Didn't he just wake up?

Qian Jian realized belatedly that there were only two chairs for rest in the lounge. He was wearing a hospital gown and no one thought of bringing him slippers. He paused for a few seconds and looked at the gloomy sky outside.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning, but the sky seemed as dark as night.

He lay down and yawned.

...Take a short break.

There will be a big battle later... First, take a rest.

**

The first time I met the bluebird was when it approached me while I was drawing water.

"Hello, human."

The bluebird said, and its beautiful wings blew a refreshing breeze:

"I haven't seen humans in a long time. Are you all right?"

In this world, human beings seem to have become a shadow that passes by in the history of the planet. I have been wandering for many years. When I suddenly heard a familiar language, I was speechless for a moment. My clumsy throat could not utter fluent words. I was secretly anxious.

It seemed to misunderstand my reaction and said cautiously:

"Don't be afraid, human...birds are not bad. Birds will not harm humans."

The beautiful mechanical bird lowered its head to show its obedience, and a cold, artificial voice came out of its mechanical throat.

The old-fashioned intelligent surveillance AI Bluebird in the old world, its voice was originally used to sentence human sins, symbolizing the fate of imprisonment or immediate death penalty. But at the end of the extinction of intelligence, the AI ​​birds that were released and lost their commands circled endlessly, and for some reason they developed thoughts and began to miss the existence of humans.

"If humans still exist, please don't avoid us..." It said stubbornly: "Birds like humans, and birds will not hurt people."

I opened my mouth and spoke with difficulty:

"I haven't seen a human in a long time."

"I see... It seems that you may be the last human in this world - before I see the next human."

The bluebird landed on my shoulder:

"It's okay. Where are you going? I'll lead the way for you."

"I don't know," I said.

"Do you know where the south is?" it asked again.

“…Why do you ask?”

The beautiful azure bird pecked my eyes gently with its tiny beak.

"I'm going to the south," it said. "Winter is coming. I'm going to the south to avoid the cold. Do you want to go with me?"

"This is the South..."

The blue bird paused, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly said:

"Then the next step is to build a nest, find a mate, reproduce, and hatch eggs."

“…?”

It is a machine, we both know it, it is not afraid of the cold, does not need to eat, and cannot reproduce.

Noticing my confusion, Bluebird looked at me.

"But, I am a bird, and the bluebird is also a bird. Birds must follow the rules of nature."

It said seriously:

"From birth, they learn, work, fight, protect the weak, reproduce or give up reproduction, raise offspring or give up raising them, and then die. They may die in the mouth of natural enemies, may starve to death on the road, or may fall in an accident. But this is the life of a bird, this is the rule of a bird."

"You're not a real bird, you don't need those things, and you can live more freely," I reminded him.

Bluebirds are manufactured using the most advanced technology, and are self-produced, self-sold and self-maintained. Barring natural disasters or man-made calamities, they can continue to operate until their parts are scrapped.

They are the freest beings in the world.

"As soon as you saw me, you knew I was a bird. When you called me, my name was bluebird. I have the appearance of a bird and I follow the life pattern of a bird. Why can't I be a special bird?"

The pretty little fellow asked me seriously:

"Every individual has their own differences. You can't ignore my appearance, define my existence, and look at me differently just because I am a special species."

"..." It's confusing me.

"Don't be so arrogant, human. I am different from you. We never try to define each other, nor do we impose interference on any individual because of their specialness."

The bluebird pecked my forehead.

"We live in the same world, and although there are some differences due to individual strengths and weaknesses, and although we fight each other for survival, this is no reason to be arrogant. Everything about us is eternally equal in nature."

"It's not strange or wrong to want to be a bird."

"Even in human law, the purpose of judgment is only to judge the crime, not the origin and choice."

I stared at him in a daze. I saw the bluebird spread its wings, soar into the sky, and circled around. Its feathers sparkled beautifully in the sunlight.

"I choose to be a bird. This is not unfreedom, on the contrary."

"When I fly, I am the freest bird in the world."

It floated in front of me, tilting its head to look at me:

"What do you think?"

——Excerpt from "Judgment and Birds" Part 1

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