The story after 3
Gojo Satoru wanted to be quiet.
But someone doesn't want him to be left in peace.
"Why didn't you chase him?" Go up.
Those who stay always have to bear more.
Satoru made his choice, are you ready?
Teacher Ye Moth’s education is truly a failure.
Even with this kind of talent, he still became the principal.
The future of the magic world is truly dark.
[The mastermind is Chanyuanchu, right?]
[She instigated it, didn’t she?]
[As both are special grade, Chanyuan Chu may not be able to completely control Geto Suguru.]
[That's what they did together.]
[Are both of them targeted for execution?]
[I should have killed Chanyuanchu long ago.]
[Yeah yeah……]
[How could the owner of that technique be a normal person?]
[Who should be sent on this long-term mission?]
[Let the kid from the Gojo family go.]
[Don’t Zen temples contribute?]
[The head of the Zen temple closed the door and refused to see anyone.]
"Are Hazu and Gon together?" If forced to choose the culprit between these two, Yaga Masamichi would choose Geto Suguru. Why? Haha... if Hazu wanted to kill someone... no one would know, and it wouldn't have become such a big deal. As for instigating Gon? That's completely unnecessary.
If Hazu follows Jie, will she be able to restrict Jie a little? Is this the reason why Hazu went with Jie?
That phone call...
I should have known not to tell her.
Will Hazu come back? Is there still a place for her in the world of curse?
Ye Moth Zhengdao didn't know that he had stepped on a landmine.
Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head and said, "They are not together." After saying that, Gojo Satoru did not continue to lower his head, but held his chin in his hand and was in a daze.
Not together?
Yaga Masamichi had a bad feeling. Satoru was unusually quiet today. Although this incident was a huge blow, wouldn't Satoru's spirits be lifted at least if he saw Hatsu?
If Satoru sees him.
Satoru didn't see Yuki.
"Where did you go?"
"I have no idea."
"Jay doesn't know either?"
"Jay said that Kokoro is dead."
Gojo Satoru cooperated with Yega Masamichi's questions and answers like a robot.
"What does '杰說はつ死' mean?"
"That's what Jay said."
"Gojo!"
"I'm listening." Gojo Satoru sat upright, "Jay said that Kokoro is dead, but I think Kokoro is not dead. Which one do you want to believe?"
"what happened?"
Gojo Satoru told Yaga Masamichi exactly what Geto Suguru had told him.
"That's it. Who does Ye Moth-sensei trust?"
"Satoru," Yega Masamichi placed a hand on Gojo Satoru's shoulder. "My condolences." In a few days, Satoru would recognize reality. The moment a loved one dies, it's difficult to accept and denial. Everyone who lives experiences this. But as life goes on, we eventually realize that some people can't come back.
Gojo Satoru moved quietly, making Yaga Masamichi's hand miss. Yaga Masamichi didn't care: "Hatsu is dead... that's fine."
"Night moth!"
Gojo Satoru was slapped on the forehead by Yaga Masamichi: "I don't mean to say that はつ deserves death. It's just... はつ doesn't need to be splashed with dirty water."
"What?"
Ye Moth Zhengdao could imagine the faces of those people.
She solved the trouble she had caused herself? Wasn't that what she should do?
Does はつ's death have any meaning?
Why should we accept はつ? Because the existence of "はつ" is dangerous?
Since we have no control over our life, how can we talk about dying properly?
Silly child, survival is everyone's right.
You can choose to live.
No one will blame you.
"They gave you the task of capturing Jie and Hazu... I have to inform them of Hazu's death... There's no body... things are a bit difficult."
"He's a human being!"
"Enlightenment!"
The two of them stared at each other.
"It's a good thing there's no body." No one knew where Hazu died. Sacrifice... the cursed spirit might eat her and then collapse.
"There won't be any corpses." Gojo Satoru had to believe this.
If I could be you, would my absurd ideals sound less far-fetched?
Why do you want to become Gojo Satoru?
"せんせい, I'm strong, right?"
Ye Moth Zhengdao said with his hands behind his back: "Yeah, and he is just as arrogant."
"But, being strong alone is not enough."
I'm the only one left.
I'm the only one left.
Someone who is capable of standing with me... Hui?
Gojo Satoru had read about the power of the "Ten Shadow Magics" in the ancient books of the Gojo family. But... Megumi had no determination to become stronger. Even if Megumi knew about what happened to Hatsuchan, she would only say, "Huh?"
"You mean, my aunt abandoned me just like that guy?"
"They really are a family."
はつちゃん, what should I do?
what do I do?
[How could a bastard like Gojo possibly understand the noble ideals of a diva like me!]
[I, An Utahime, will one day teach a student even more formidable than Gojo, and avenge my past shame—]
Spellcaster Training Program, Suzuki - Can I Become a Good Teacher?
Is there really anyone stronger than me?
"Sen-sei, even if I am the strongest, I can only save those who are ready to accept help from others."
I can't save either Yuki or Jay.
They don't want me to save them.
"I want to find more powerful companions."
So what?
It's just that I should do it.
"Yeah." Ye Moth Zhengdao nodded.
There is still a little light in this dark world.
But not everyone is willing to believe in and touch the light.
With both Hazu and Jie gone, Nozomi is a cold-hearted person—she'll probably become even colder in the future. For now, the only person who can clearly express their support for Gojo Satoru is Yoga Masamichi.
“It’s going to be hard.”
“I’ve been working so hard.”
It’s going to be hard, Satoru.
In the past, you would complete the work of three people by yourself... You also have things you want to do, and you will have to devote a lot of energy to them.
And probably… no one will thank you.
"Is Chanyuanchu dead?"
"Is this true?"
"Ninety-nine percent sure." Ye Mo Zhengdao heard himself say.
"I want to see him alive or his body dead."
There was a murmur.
"Her □□ could be made into a powerful cursed tool, right?"
"It's very likely."
"It would be even better if the complete technique of Zenyuan Chu could be left behind."
"Then we can rest assured—"
"Who will keep the cursed tools?"
Ye Mo Zheng Dao didn't want to get involved in the quarrel. The only person he could see was the Zen temple master, who was holding a large wine gourd and drinking.
Noticing Yega Masamichi's gaze, Zenin Zhibiren put down his wine gourd and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Principal Yega, please continue. Do you have anything else to say?"
"This is a sacrifice, everyone."
"Nothing will be left." was all he could say.
“What a shame.”
"it's a pity."
"I'm already dead, can't I make one last contribution?!"
Is the future of the magic world going to be in the hands of these people?
"Principal Nightmoth."
"Master of the Zen Temple."
After leaving the meeting room, the two people greeted each other and asked about their well-being.
"I raised Hazu as my own daughter." Zenin Naobi boasted.
"Miss Zenyuan is dignified and polite, and behaves in a proper manner. Most importantly—" Ye Mo Zhengdao raised his eyes, "she has a sense of justice and lives up to the name of 'Zenyuan'."
"Hahahaha..." The Zen temple's directoir burped. These sorcerers, with the prefix "special," were always paid for their services, never mind the greater good. Their so-called prestigious family was just a self-appointed gilded veneer, their interior rotten.
"Protecting ordinary people" is a concept held by those in power for one sole purpose: to maintain their rule. As long as their rule is stable, they don't care how many people die.
"Too stupid, too stupid..." Zenyuan Zhibiren kept shaking his head. He should teach her to be more cold-blooded.
"How powerful does Principal Nightmoth think that cursed spirit is?"
"this……"
"It's too slow to hope they'll act." Zenin Naobi pulled a manuscript from his sleeve. "Hatsu chose death when there was no other way to deal with it. Let's see."
The story of this manuscript was short. Yega Masamichi quickly read it, closed it, and returned it to Zenin Naobi: "Never before in the history of sorcery has there been a cursed spirit capable of communicating with humans without any obstacles." Those who can communicate are cursed spirits transformed after the sorcerer's death. The former curse king, Ryoumen Sukuna, was also human at first.
"It appears now." Zen Temple Zhibi said unhappily.
Izumik-kun
"Are there cursed spirits that do good things?" Yega Zhengdao was puzzled. The "special-grade" cursed spirit "Izumik" described in the story was very humble and polite. Of course, he had a terrifying side, but his terrifying side came from his existence as a "cursed spirit" itself, not as "Izumik."
"He has a complete set of logic. He can do whatever he wants." If he wants to do good things, he will do good things. If he wants to do bad things, he will do bad things! What is this witnessing the dangers of the world? Such a thing has lived for hundreds of years without being discovered. And yet, it happened to meet Hazu!
"Tsumugi has always wanted to exorcise me." Izumik rested his head between Tsumugi's legs. The appendages around him were real things, able to communicate with his mind. One appendage wrapped around Tsumugi's waist, greedy for more, and the wrapping became tighter. Tsumugi couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The sound stimulated several other appendages, and they all rushed out of Izumik's shirt in an instant.
Tsumugi wasn't frightened by this. She simply stroked Izumik's hair and whispered softly in his ear, "Izumik, look up and see how I see you." Izumik held Tsumugi's hand. He was a boy, but he had pink eyes. He truly saw himself in Tsumugi's eyes. Izumik lifted Tsumugi's hand and placed it against his cheek. He rubbed the cold hand against his face and whispered, "Tsumugi, even if I'm not human, all I do is good. Why can't I be with you?"
Tsumugi pulled her hand back, but Izumik grabbed it again. Tsumugi could only caress his cheek. "A good deed? If it's a good deed, why am I here?" Izumik intertwined his fingers with Tsumugi's free hand. "I always miss something." Tsumugi consoled him, "That's exactly why, Izumik. Your very existence is a threat. As a sorcerer, I must exorcise you."
Izumik stood up and moved closer to Tsumugi. He brushed her hair back and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Please don't offend me, Izumik." Izumik was distracted for a few seconds, then woke up to find himself standing far away from Tsumugi. He called Tsumugi's name in a rather plaintive tone. Tsumugi remained unmoved.
"Don't you like me at all?" Izumik asked. "I won't fall in love with a cursed spirit," Tsumugi answered firmly. Even if she couldn't exorcise the cursed spirit alone, she still had companions.
"Are you waiting for your companions to help you, Tsumugi? But Tsumugi, I have companions too. The children of the sea are endless. Tsumugi, even this torrential rain was sent down by me. Not to mention... the boundless ocean. The entire ocean is under my control. You live on an island nation, so you must understand the dangers of tsunamis." Tsumugi was terrified. She knew that creatures like cursed spirits were not capable of pure goodness. She shouted, "What do you want to do?"
Izumik caressed Tsumugi's cheek, and his appendages wrapped around her feet, legs, and waist. Tsumugi didn't dare to act rashly. She felt that in this situation, she had to listen to what Izumik had to say.
"Love me, Tsumugi. That way, the damage will be minimized. I will continue to be the sea god worshipped and worshipped as I have been for hundreds of years."
"No—I want humans to be completely unharmed." Even with a huge disparity in power, Tsumugi was not afraid to speak her mind. Purify it! Purify this special-grade cursed spirit! "That's such a shame, Tsumugi." Izumik kissed Tsumugi, stopping her from speaking. After he'd tasted her enough, he let go and said, "Tsumugi, guess who will be purified first, me or the human world? Tsumugi, you haven't been to the bottom of the sea yet, have you?"
"Don't worry, Tsumugi. I love you. I won't do anything to make you sad. I won't do that. And I don't want to be purified by anyone else. I'm only happy to be purified by Tsumugi. Tsumugi can purify me."
What—Tsumugi was surprised by Izumik's sudden change of attitude.
"This way, Tsumugi will never forget me. I will be the most special to you. Tsumugi, this is also a kind of love, right?"
"This story isn't finished." Yega Zhengdao was no fool; he could discern something from the manuscript. The fact that the Zen temple's head had personally handed it to him essentially eliminated the possibility of fabrication.
"I can't finish it. I don't plan to publish this story." Full of Mary Sue fantasies, I actually fantasized about falling in love with a cursed spirit—damn, this cursed spirit is really love-brained! I might as well just die like in the novel! But in reality, I dragged Hazu to die with me!
damn it!
"Are you an eyewitness?"
“The author is the little fish that was rescued in the story.”
"I--"
"I just want you, the principal of the technical college, to understand the seriousness of the matter."
"Uh... is there any artistic processing involved?"
“It’s true that there are a lot of them.”
"Why did you only tell me?" Why didn't you discuss it just now?
"Because he didn't disappear completely."
Still——
"The more people know, the more likely it is that he will re-form. Do you understand that?"
"I understand." With such a powerful curse spirit—"I will strengthen the training of my students."
"Hey."
"In this world, being alive is good enough."
"Why is the Zen Monastery Master so pessimistic?"
"Pessimistic? Maybe it's because I'm old."
You are just over fifty years old.
"Just get by and live." Zenin Zhibiren patted Yega Zhengdao's shoulder. "The world hasn't changed in over a thousand years. Get used to it."
"Five items..."
"That boy?" The Zen temple attendant put his hands in his pockets. "He's useless."
Yaga Masamichi would not allow his outstanding student to be looked down upon like this—"Gojo Satoru is strong. He can even be said to be the strongest." Zenin Naobito blew his beard, "Too naive."
“It’s so pure.”
“That’s too straightforward.”
Zen temple Zhibiren said three "Tai" in a row.
Precisely because Gojo Satoru is the strongest, there are destined to be very few people who can understand him.
A pair of fools.
"We won't help until our interests are infringed upon." Zen Temple Zhibiren waved his sleeves. "But the cursed spirits are becoming more numerous and stronger."
"Four special grades sounds like a lot... Principal Nightmoth, what's the reality?"
Ninety-nine does not obey orders.
Jay defected.
Yuki is dead.
Only Wu is left.
"There has never been any special grade before." Ye Mo Zhengdao pursed his lips.
"There has never been a curse like that before."
Ye Moth remained silent.
"I've said everything I need to say." What the future holds for the world of spellcasting has nothing to do with him, the head of a Zen temple. Wouldn't it be nice to just drink and enjoy yourself at home? All that busy work for nothing.
Justice will prevail...haha.
We are the biggest villains.
The Zenin family was about to be demolished by Naoya.
Go home and beat the child - or take Hui back?
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