Chapter 5, Day Two of the Main Body
"..."
I remained silent, yet I felt my heart, hidden deep within my chest, suddenly come alive at that moment.
The grip on my hand loosened a little, and I laid it flat on the clean, new sheets, which was tantamount to my compromise: "Okay, whatever makes you happy, teacher."
I'm not good at saying no to people, especially when that person is Gojo Satoru.
"They've all started first grade by now, right?" I suddenly asked, remembering something.
"Um."
He sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs crossed, gazing at a carnation on the bedside table.
The flower looked like it had just been put in, and its petals were a pinkish-yellow color commonly seen in hospital wards.
I continued, "Besides Hui, are there any others?"
“Yes.” Gojo Satoru turned to look at me. “There are three first-year students this time, and one of them is quite strange. I was just about to talk to him about it.”
"What's wrong?"
He stroked his chin. "That guy swallowed Su Nuo's finger."
"???" I exclaimed in surprise, "It didn't turn into a curse?"
He shook his head: "No. He can even suppress Sukuna and regain control of his body, which is why people say he's strange. Even when facing Sukuna, he can still maintain a clear sense of self; he's practically a once-in-a-millennium genius."
"..." I was dumbfounded.
What's this?
Is this what they mean by the saying that people's physical constitutions cannot be generalized?
I twitched the corner of my mouth, then another question popped into my head: "The higher-ups actually agreed?"
Those old fogies at the top are conservative and stubborn. Based on my understanding of them, let alone allowing that special boy to enroll, they would probably only demand that he be executed.
“At first, they disagreed and demanded the death penalty. But through my efforts, they managed to get a suspended death sentence.”
"Probation?" I blinked, puzzled.
Gojo Satoru smiled, seemingly quite pleased with himself: "Allow him to eat all of Sukuna's fingers before executing him."
I:"……"
Oh, this.
Is this what they call a tool?
only--
"They say it's until you swallow all of Sukuna's fingers, but that basically means this 'probation' for the death penalty is indefinite, right?"
“Who knows?” Gojo Satoru shrugged.
You're really protective of your own, Mr. Gojo.
They've always been protective of their own, both of Hui and me.
I asked, "That student..."
"Hisuhito Knotweed, his name is Hisuhito Knotweed."
"Oh." I nodded and continued, "Does Hisahito Itadori know about him wanting to swallow all of Sukuna's fingers?"
"Know."
"You agreed?"
"Agreed."
He sighed softly to himself, suddenly recalling those words that were etched into his very bones.
—A sorcerer does not die without regrets.
"He's a very remarkable person." I lowered my eyes and looked at my palm.
"Huh?"
The next second, I felt a gentle touch on my head. I blinked in confusion, then quickly realized that the hand that landed on my hair point was probably Gojo Satoru's.
I was about to look up, my field of vision had only risen a short distance when Gojo Satoru suddenly tightened his grip, as if he didn't want me to look up, and pressed my head down again.
I:"……?"
I was confused: "Teacher?"
Teacher, what kind of operation is this?
The hand pressing down on my head brushed through my hair a few times before stopping, and then the pressure gradually decreased.
So I tried to lift my head again—and yes, I succeeded.
Then I saw Gojo Satoru's face get closer. He patted my hair, probably smiled, and said, "Or is he a very remarkable person?"
"..."
I'm sure of it.
This time, I finally saw the purest and most beautiful ice-blue eyes behind the black eye mask, reflecting the slowly flowing snowmelt after the early spring.
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