Chapter 4, Day 1 of the Main Body
People often say that mutual support is a very happy and meaningful thing. On the contrary, mutual separation carries an unspoken sadness.
But actually, I've always felt that the mutual separation from Oikawa and Iwaizumi was a relief for both of us.
After all, compared to a one-sided divergence, a two-way divergence is less regrettable.
I opened my eyes from the chaotic darkness, and the first thing I saw was the hospital ceiling. Still a little groggy, I blinked again to soothe my dry pupils that hadn't seen the light in so long.
As my vision gradually cleared, I caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the bed. Just by looking at that dark uniform, I knew who it was.
The surprised gaze traveled upwards until it reached his short silver hair, which shone brightly against the overhead lights, before returning to his eyes, which were covered by an eye patch.
"Gojo... Teacher." I opened my mouth and heard my own hoarse voice.
Its skin was cracked, like that of a traveler who had not drunk water in the desert for a long time.
The man in front of me is named Gojo Satoru. His features are: 1.9 meters tall, white hair, and an eye patch.
Please pay attention to the eye mask.
When I first met Gojo Satoru, he was wearing an eyepatch. And unlike Dazai Osamu, who only had one eye bandaged, Gojo Satoru had both eyes covered with eyepatches.
When I first met him, I found it very strange.
First, I wonder if he can really see the road like that. Second, I wonder why, even though he sometimes wears an eye patch, I always feel like we're making direct eye contact.
Just like now, as his eyes lowered and met mine, I seemed to vaguely see the purest and most beautiful ice-blue eyes behind his black eye patch, reflecting the melting snow of the far north.
Gojo Satoru smiled at me, seemingly with some surprise: "You actually woke up, huh?"
My name is Huo, my surname is Zhichuan, and my full name is Zhichuan Huo.
Don't ask stupid questions like "Isn't the surname Mimori?" That's obviously a surname I made up for a pseudonym, and it has nothing to do with the real person.
Gojo Satoru was my teacher, or more accurately, my former teacher.
That's right, it's the same teacher from the sorcery college I dropped out of.
Although we are no longer teacher and student in name, I still like to call him "Teacher Gojo".
"Would you like some water?" he asked me.
"Thank you for your help, teacher," I replied, my mouth feeling uncomfortablely sticky and dry.
I took the cup he handed me, took a few sips, and felt my throat soothed by the warm water. As I put the cup down, I casually asked, "Why did the teacher come to see me?"
Gojo Satoru, chin in hand, retorted matter-of-factly, "Do I need a reason to come see you?"
"What I mean is, teachers must be very busy."
There are very few sorcerers in the world today, and top-level sorcerers are even rarer. The number of known top-level sorcerers can be counted on one hand, and Gojo Satoru happens to be one of them.
This can be considered as fulfilling his statement that "I am invincible".
I remember the first time I heard Gojo Satoru say that, I was facing a super-grade curse.
Before he made his move, I always thought he was trying to comfort me, until he easily defeated that special-grade opponent.
My reaction at the time: "...Huh?"
A few seconds later: "Holy crap!!!"
That's pretty much my thought process.
"No matter how many things you have to do, it doesn't necessarily conflict with looking at things," he said.
"But teacher, eight out of ten times when you come to see me, I'm asleep, aren't I?" I sighed.
To be honest, I don't think Gojo Satoru needs to come see me often.
First, as I mentioned above, I was asleep eight or ten times he came, so it was pointless if we didn't meet. Second, Mr. Gojo seemed quite worried about my condition... but I can completely accept the fact that I dropped out of the Jujutsu High School due to illness, and I don't have any psychological barriers to it.
"Instead of doing something meaningless—"
Instead of doing something meaningless, it's better to exorcise the curse.
“But I’ll be really happy if I encounter or wake up during those two times,” Gojo Satoru interrupted me, holding up a finger as an example, “like right now.”
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