Chapter 128: Take this battle as an experience pack
"ah--!!!!"
Birds in the forest take flight, fluttering their wings and flying away.
Gojo Satoru touched his ear and frowned.
"Jie, you scream so loudly, my ears hurt."
"Blame me? It was you who suddenly appeared behind someone!"
The opposite of Tiangang! The opposite of Tiangang!
Geto Suguru's eyes widened in shock, his heart almost jumping out of his chest. He wouldn't be so scared even when fighting a special-grade cursed spirit. Gojo Satoru was scarier than a cursed spirit.
"Who made me wait for you for so long? I'm so sleepy!"
The white-haired guy over there complained:
"Here, take it and eat it quickly. After you finish eating, we will go find some glass."
Geto Summer Oil: ...
To be honest, the dagger looks good. It is one of the few cursed tools that looks decent in appearance. And for some reason it is very useful. It can kill cursed spirits and cut melons and vegetables. In fact, Geto Suguru has also thought about owning a weapon that is both handsome and powerful.
However, wanting to possess and wanting to become one are two different things.
The short sword is more than 20 centimeters long, and with the scabbard, it is about the same thickness as the cursed jade.
No...you can't do that. Once you swallow it, it will go straight to your stomach.
“…”
Xia Youjie took a bite, it was hard, and his face was grim:
“So, why do I have to eat this?”
Also, he had no idea what happened to Tianyuan and what was going to happen! Can you explain it to me? He missed a lot of plots!
"I don't know about this, but I think you'd better listen to him..." Gojo Satoru handed over the dagger again: "You really don't want to eat it?"
“No!”
"Oh, okay, take it. It'll fill your stomach when you're hungry later."
The white-haired boy gave up easily, but Geto Suguru was startled.
Are you kidding? He had been running around Tokyo with him for several hours. Is Gojo Satoru someone who would give up so easily?
Something is wrong. Something is wrong with Gojo Satoru.
Geto Xiayou took two steps back and made a gesture to prepare for a punch.
"...You don't trust me!" Gojo Satoru widened his eyes and said aggrievedly, "Am I someone who doesn't trust his words?"
"Last time you said you would leave the curse spirit to me, but you blew it up."
“But that angle is just right!”
"You said last time that you would write a mission report."
“I wrote it!”
"You wrote 'Report with Xia Yujie', and the attachment is the full text of Xia Yujie's report."
"Ah!" Gojo Satoru covered his mouth with one hand, showing a surprised look, and whispered, "I've been discovered!"
Xia Youjie gritted his teeth and said, "...Who wouldn't have noticed it! The assistant supervisor couldn't get through to you, so I had to make up the report for you in the end."
“Oh, that’s okay.” Gojo Satoru waved his hand.
You do have some connection!
Xia Yujie laughed angrily. A knife was forced into his hand, and it felt warm.
"Take it, take it. You're welcome. Eat it whenever you feel like it."
The white-haired boy said as he bumped his shoulder hard.
"Blame Liu, we are doing this for your own good."
"You smell like your dad."
"Okay, Gojo Jie."
“Disgusting.”
Miraculously, the two young men were walking together arm in arm as if nothing had happened. Gojo Satoru seldom climbed mountains. He liked to jump up a few steps and then turn around to laugh at Geto Suguru.
Xia Youjie's veins bulged and he ran as fast as he could, determined to compete with him to see who was faster.
The two of them finished the 20-minute journey in just five minutes. No one used magical power to strengthen their bodies. When they reached the door, they both broke out in a thin layer of sweat. Geto Suguru, who had gotten to the door first, was very proud.
"Good! We win!"
Before Gojo Satoru could retort, he saw An Utahime running out angrily.
"Gojo Geta! What did you do again!?"
"What? What what?" Xia Yujie was confused.
"The ground is covered with your cursed remnants! The roofs of all the school buildings have been blown off! Why? Why?! If you're fighting so hard, why don't you tear down the teaching buildings? Why are you tearing down the dormitory buildings?"
"……?"
Gojo Satoru slowly looked away.
"You didn't even let go of the staff dormitory! You scum, you scum!" The singer was so angry that she jumped up and down: "The principal said that we have to go on a collective mission temporarily, and the school is closed for repairs! Teacher Ye Moth is looking for you, you are in trouble."
“…Ah? Me?”
"Yeah, Jie, you're in trouble!" Gojo Satoru said sarcastically.
The veins on Xia Youjie's head popped up. He understood everything when he heard the words "school closure". But this did not stop him from gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence with a grim look:
"Who is to blame for this? Go! Jo! Satoru?!"
***
On July 27th, at 3:00 p.m., Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru received intelligence information from the Star Plasma and met the Star Plasma Tenriko at 5:00 p.m.
On the same day, information about the astral plasma was leaked, and the hunt for the curse master began.
Due to the lack of suitable flights, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru protected the Star Plasma for a day. On the morning of the 28th, the Curse Master Group Q was defeated by three high-level experts.
On the afternoon of the 28th, Fushiguro Shigeu met with Gojo Satoru. After a brief and fierce conflict, they temporarily ceased fighting and escorted the Star Plasma to the airport, expected to arrive abroad in the early morning.
At the same time, An Utahi was deceived by the male high school student and temporarily disguised as a star plasma. After a brief period of uneasiness, she put aside all her hesitations and decisively helped the star plasma escape.
On July 29th, half an hour before midnight, the Star Plasma plane landed abroad.
Ten minutes before midnight, the astral plasma officially entered a foreign country. Fushiguro Shige bought a return ticket and called Senjianmaku at the same time.
At midnight, Gojo Satoru, who had learned that the astral plasma was safe, prepared to report the mission results to the general directorate.
The moment the call was connected, the signal suddenly disappeared. Gojo Satoru, who had been busy all day, suddenly stood up and looked out the window.
A tent fell from the sky. It was an extremely large tent, with Gojo Satoru as its center and the distance from the high school to Gojo Satoru as its radius. The black barrier that fell almost covered most of Tokyo.
In Gojo Satoru's eyes of heaven, the world suddenly became dark.
"What's wrong?" An Ge Ji asked blankly.
Gojo Satoru's expression was solemn:
"Uta, go find Nitro, now, go quickly."
“Ehhhhhh?!!!”
The girl looked back blankly and saw Geto Suguru also standing up with a grim expression. Several cursed spirits emerged from the vortex behind him. One of them lifted her up and put her on its back, and five cursed spirits protected her from the front, back, left and right.
"Utahime-senpai, please protect Nitro."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cursed spirit soared into the sky and flew towards the previously arranged location of the home where Glass and two first-year students were.
Angehime sat on the cursed spirit in confusion, and the strong wind made her feel a little cold.
"Damn it! Can we not have the Riddler?!" She couldn't help but complain loudly.
But just as she finished her words, An Geji suddenly heard a loud noise coming from behind her. At this moment, An Geji finally remembered to lower her head.
Her eyes fell on the ground, and she was suddenly speechless.
Her expression suddenly became extremely terrifying.
Cursed spirit.
Densely packed with cursed spirits.
No one knew where the cursed spirits came from, and each one was above level one. These cursed spirits filled the ground like a hundred ghosts parading at night.
There were many cursed spirits, first level, quasi-first level, special level, quasi-special level, blood and roaring monsters crawling ferociously on the ground.
She belatedly realized that she heard screams amid the sound of the strong wind.
The curse is killing people.
A ball of light blue flashed by, and Gojo Satoru's technique lit up a dazzling light in the dead of night. Angehime suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the cursed spirit, only to see that it was Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru who were in the center!
She could no longer see what the two people were doing! A lot of smoke and dust rose up, and the cursed spirits attacked each other and their identities could not be distinguished. Occasionally, there were blue balls of light flying around, but just by watching, she could imagine what was happening inside.
However……
She looked at the ground again, her pupils almost shrinking to the extreme.
The curse will only increase and never decrease.
Where do so many cursed spirits come from? Why? There were clearly no problems before, but how come so many cursed spirits suddenly appeared in an instant?
What is going on.
Even if it's Gojo Satoru, he can't kill all these cursed spirits!
Moreover, there are actually humans among them, and they are also trying to attack Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru!
An Utahime's expression was tense and her brain was so confused that she could hardly think. Fortunately, Gojo and Getsuko had stayed behind at a place that was neither far nor close to the two of them. She didn't fly for long before she saw her younger classmates below fighting hard.
The cursed spirits they faced were not as dangerous as Gojo Geto, they were only about level one. However, first-year students Haibara and Nanami Kento had not received complete training, and were very clumsy when facing the cursed spirits. An Uta watched helplessly as a cursed spirit attacked Haibara's back. The boy with big eyes bled all over the floor in the blink of an eye. He killed the cursed spirit with one breath, turned around and asked Nozomi for treatment, while Nanami Kento, who had just been treated, took his place.
The two people were fighting to exchange injuries!
Hey, did those two guys guess that this would happen? In that case, why not protect Glass well!
……No.
An Utahi suddenly calmed down.
It was because the two of them knew that they could not protect anyone that she was sent here.
Gojo Satoru is very powerful. Although she doesn't want to admit it, An Utahime respects Gojo Satoru's decisions and judgments.
Since he suddenly contacted her and asked her to replace the Astral Plasma, and since he suddenly sent her here, that guy must have his own reasons.
The cursed spirit was floating in the air at a height of three or four meters, and it was too late for it to land. Angoji saw a first-level cursed spirit fighting with Nanami Kento. Nanami Kento was completely defeated and was retreating step by step, unable to hold on for much longer.
Can't wait any longer!
The girl took a deep breath, formed a seal, and got ready.
She is not smart. Sorcerers pursue the simplest way of performing spells, omitting hand seals, postures, and mantras, as if the simpler it is, the more powerful the person is.
But she can't.
Iori Utahime couldn't treat her own technique like this.
She never skips any step and never curtails any ceremony. This is her unique concept of seriousness.
Born as a shrine maiden in a shrine, and the only child in a poor family who can protect the shrine, the most common thing An Utahime has heard since she was a child is that she is too serious.
It's not about being serious, but about being serious. Live seriously, fight seriously, work hard seriously, and be clumsy seriously.
The inherent strength of a sorcerer's techniques determines the highest point they can reach.
Her seriousness does not bring her any progress, but only brings her incomprehensible looks and complaints.
Just like the sigh her teacher made when he stroked her head when she was a child.
"This Diva is just too serious. It's going to be very hard for her."
However, An Utahime doesn't feel that she is working hard.
It’s not hard, not very hard. She is very serious. Maybe she is laughed at for being too serious, or maybe she cannot become stronger because she is too serious, but she likes her seriousness. No matter what others say, An Utahime never thinks of herself as a weak person.
She can support a shrine, she can pass on everything in her family, she can help more people, and if possible, she wants to become a teacher in the future.
She never thought of herself as weak.
and.
She is never weak!
The seal was almost over. Angehime stretched out her arms, her lips were bitten with teeth marks because of excessive force. She suppressed her fear of large numbers of cursed spirits and took a deep breath.
The three high school students on the ground looked up and saw the girl standing on the cursed spirit with her arms open.
Palm seals, incantations, dancing, singing.
In the moonlight, the girl's hair fluttered slightly and her eyes were clear and decisive.
"The technique is restricted to a separate area."
"Single restricted area": ​​Temporarily increase the total amount of cursed power and output of any magician within the range of the spell.
Nanami Kento, who was still a little exhausted, was stunned. He swung out the cursed tool, seven to three, a critical hit!
Most of the first-level cursed spirits were defeated in an instant, and the almost exponentially increased attack power made him feel more comfortable than ever before.
The girl on the cursed spirit gave a wanton and proud smile and jumped off the cursed spirit.
"Boys! I!! But!! Senpai!!!"
Huihara Yu, who had just been seriously injured, immediately jumped up and clapped his hands.
"Senior sister is so handsome! Senior sister is so amazing! Senior sister's dance is so beautiful!"
"Hehe, then I'll let you watch it a few more times." An Geji shook her hair and pointed her sharp eyes at the next cursed spirit that was walking towards them:
"Go ahead and fight. I will point out any problems you have in your battles, and correct any shortcomings in actual combat!"
Her physical skills are not strong, but she has memorized every joint technique of physical skills. No one is more suitable to be a teacher than her.
"We can't let Gojo fight alone. We are not weaker than Gojo. How about we see who can kill more cursed spirits?"
"Good!!" Huihara Yu was still clapping.
Nanami Kento clenched his short sword and wondered who could beat Gojo Satoru. He also thought that his senior was really strong, so he rushed forward without saying a word during the amplification period.
Now I enter the glass...
Naoko Ieiri looked up at the sky, wiped the blood off Haibara Yu's body, and took a cigarette out of the cigarette box in her pocket.
She sighed without any beginning or end:
"I didn't say it was such a big scene before."
However, before she could light a cigarette, an ordinary injured person came running over from a distance. She put the cigarette in her pocket and prepared for the next rescue.
"A crumpled cigarette should still be smokeable," she thought.
**
“The call can’t be made.”
With the sound of clanging, Xia Youjie crushed a curse spirit with one foot. These curse spirits appeared from nowhere and their number was so large that he didn't even have the energy to pinch them into curse spirit jade. He just mechanically stretched out his hand and killed, killed, and killed.
"I know."
The glasses were thrown off, and the white-haired boy punched a cursed spirit to pieces. He raised his head, looked at the territory of the special-grade cursed spirit, and took a breath.
"Three...special grade?"
"Five." Gojo Satoru said, "And three of them have domains."
After dodging the inevitable attack from the field, the two men rolled over and stood back to back.
"It's a little troublesome..." Xia Youjie smiled bitterly.
"We are very strong, Jie." The white-haired boy turned his head and raised his lips to him: "Take this battle as an experience pack, and don't level up later than me, okay?"
"What nonsense!"
The two broke away, running in opposite directions, and after hitting each other, they returned to each other's backs.
Geto Suguru took a breath, and suddenly he heard Gojo Satoru also breathing intermittently.
The boy with long black hair turned his head and saw the white-haired boy's eyes trembling. His fingers were slightly bent and he would press his forehead lightly from time to time. Every time he touched, Gojo Satoru's eyes would become colder.
Even the strongest person needs someone to take care of him.
They need each other.
Xia Youjie wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't laugh because of the powerful enemy at the door.
Xiao Qianjian, since you got it right...
What are you doing Is it still safe?
He frowned in some worry.
"What on earth happened in this world?!"
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