Qintiansi Time 05
"Hmm... How long have I slept?" You wanted to rub your eyes. But when you realized you were leaning against Gouyu's shoulder, you immediately pulled away from him, clenched your fists on your knees, and lowered your head to let your scattered hair cover your blushing face.
Not good, not good, not good.
"Hey, you're awake? We're almost at technical high school." Gojo didn't even glance at you. He was looking out the window with his chin in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
Are your two classmates simple-minded or not? Anyway, the one with the simplest mind is Mr. Ye Moth.
"I'm sorry for the offense, Geto-kun."
"Oh, I must have offended Zenin-san. Zenin-san is a girl, after all." Geto-san said so righteously. Are you overthinking it? Don't you think you'll fall asleep? "Zenin-san must be tired, right? You'll feel more comfortable sleeping next to me."
He looks like a kind-hearted person who radiates light.
"Geto-san, why does Gojo-san have such a sour face?"
"Well..." Geto Suguru scratched his nose guiltily.
I just wanted Zenin to sleep more comfortably. But Wu even argued with me about this. Then Wu realized he was too tall, and Zenin had to lean on his arm. He got himself into trouble.
How should I tell my classmates at the Zen temple about this?
You patted Getsuyu-san’s shoulder, your face serious: “I already know, Getsuyu-san.”
いいね, Zenyuan classmates believed it.
Geto Suguru tried not to look at her. He felt ashamed that Zenin-san trusted him too much. He wasn't lying, he was just...hiding his feelings even more deeply.
So quiet.
It's really rare that both of them remained silent.
Gojo-san is so competitive. Never mind, he's probably just looking for an excuse to challenge Geto-san to a fight. You don't get along with someone so energetic.
"I'll take a nap for a bit. Please ask Takeru to wake me up when we get to the technical high school. I'm actually a pretty good sleeper, so don't worry, Takeru."
So that's it.
Then you can’t stick it on.
I am sorry for you.
Geto Suguru also held his chin and looked out the window.
As expected, they're still overdrawn. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what they're doing. That cursed spirit isn't even truly "special grade"... So, how strong is the "special grade" Ninety-Nine Yuki?
Am I still far from it?
I thought I was pretty strong.
That's ridiculous.
Gojo-san and Geto-san are both better than me. Ieiri-san is also unique.
I……
[Great power makes people swell up.]
Why should I become stronger?
Riko...?
"Chanyuan classmate, Chanyuan classmate? You look very pale."
“I’m sorry for worrying Geto-san,” you came back to your senses and this time you were able to rub your eyes.
"Have you arrived at the technical college?"
The three car doors opened at the same time.
"Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine, Geto-san. Sensei, can I go back to the dorm now?"
"Sure." Mr. Ye Moth seemed to want to pat your head. But he didn't do it in the end. He just put on a teacher's face and said seriously, "Everyone has worked hard today."
"See you tomorrow, Geto-san."
"See you tomorrow."
You keep going.
"Gojo-san?" Geto-san's dorm is closer to the front. There are fewer students at the technical college, so you can choose whichever room you want. Aren't they living pretty close?
"Gojo-san's room isn't around here, right?"
"What's in your bag?"
Seen by the "Six Eyes".
"It's the spoils I found. I'll hand it over to Teacher Ye Moth tomorrow." You said calmly.
Gojo's expression softened a little.
"Gojo-san thinks that thing is dangerous?"
"It smells of evil."
You laughed.
"What's wrong?" Gojo's expression became silly and cute.
"Gojo-san is quite a chuunibyou," you teased, looking up slightly to look him in the eyes, "Where are Gojo-san's sunglasses?"
"ah?"
"Don't worry about me. Didn't Gojo-san admit that I'm strong?"
"But not as strong as me." To emphasize this point, Gojo even leaned forward.
"Don't enter a girl's room casually, Gojo-san." He just pulled the door and didn't come in.
"Ahh. I don't care about you anymore." He shouted awkwardly.
"Ee. Gojo-san, can you please leave now? I want to sleep."
"Then you should take a rest." Gojo left without saying a word.
Gojo-san is so enthusiastic towards you, but you are so cold towards him.
I……
never mind.
You put the fanny pack on the table and took out the finger inside.
The finger of Ryomen Sukuna, the cursed king from a thousand years ago.
Even after a thousand years of death, a centipede still retains a trace of consciousness.
You drum your fingers on your desk. Aside from the longer nails, the Curse King's fingers are just like human fingers. What is it, exactly? When the cursed spirit is exorcised, nothing remains.
You stop pounding on the desk.
You're falling into a misconception. Ryoumen Sukuna's title is "King of Curses." Aren't cursed spirits and sorcerers all curses?
"mirror"
[You are truly arrogant, Ryoumen Sukuna.]
Arrogant?
A certain will residing within your finger awakens, its eyes opening with disdain, looking down upon you with a condescending attitude. Perhaps you should describe yourself as ant-like under this oppression, but you simply hold onto your finger. Throwing it away in fear won't happen to you, and you don't want to fumble and retrieve it.
You're incredibly calm. You've read countless comics, and nothing shocks you. In comparison, this kind of storyline is too common in comics.
[Ryomen Sukuna was a vicious thief who appeared during the reign of Emperor Nintoku and was eventually killed by Takeshin Kuma.]
【？ 】
[The Kofun period and the Heian period differ by several hundred years. I'm just guessing you have some connection with this murderer.]
Don't compare me to scum.
You are right.
You are quite courageous.
You have been dead for thousands of years.
【Hahahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha…】
The brilliance emitted by those non-existent eyes was almost crazy, and it seemed as if countless mouths appeared in the dormitory, emitting bursts of wild laughter.
You are a little annoyed by it.
[Has it been eight hundred years since you last laughed?]
The laughter stopped.
"It's been over a thousand years, little one."
【What does this have to do with me?】
【Don’t you want to know something from me? 】
It seems curious about your indifference to it.
【I want to know something about Tian Yuan.】
【Tianyuan?】
It seemed lost in thought.
What can you give me?
It finally said so.
You give up trying to get more information out of Ryoumen Sukuna. You'd hoped to play along, but you found you couldn't. Ryoumen Sukuna couldn't do the same; he was just as blunt.
When communicating at the conscious level, unnecessary disguise will not be able to keep up with the speed of the other person's thoughts.
[Read Ryoumen Sukuna's memories directly? No, I'm in such a bad state today. I promised Gojo-san I'd hand over my finger tomorrow. I need at least a week to prepare thoroughly before—]
[Arrogant brat. If you have the guts, feel free to try. Whatever the consequences—]
You broke the link.
It's too confident.
Too confident.
You stood up from the bench and nearly fainted.
Ryomen Sukuna...is in a daze.
You don't want to touch this ugly finger anymore, so you find a bag to put it in, and plan to take it to see Teacher Ye Moth tomorrow.
[Tsk...what is this?]
You ignored it. Ryoumen Sukuna had no physical form, so you couldn't directly transmit his voice through the "ripples." Using the "mirror" to connect his consciousness was too tiring.
The fingers in the bag were itching to move. That it was just your feeling. Fingers were inanimate objects, how could they possibly move? It was Ryoumen Sukuna's consciousness that was wanting to move.
【I'll remember you, little devil.】
This might sound like a harsh remark, but Ryoumen Sukuna is overly cheerful. Its desire to devour you intensifies. Your sleepiness also grows a bit.
Let’s talk about it tomorrow.
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