Chapter 145
Gojo Satoru didn't want to appear too weak-willed.
But this is a real little puppy!
Or is it the super cute black Shiba Inu that he previously thought was the perfect soulmate for the other person?
It's not that he lacked resolve, but rather that the enemy was too cunning!
Gojo Satoru tried to keep a straight face, but he instantly broke down under the gaze of the fluffy black Shiba Inu.
"Hey, come here, come here—"
He spread his palm out towards the black Shiba Inu that was tilting its head and looking over, even making a "smacking" sound, as if it were a human's instinctive reaction when faced with a cute cat or dog.
Looking at Satoru's act of treating him like a black bean sprout, Hagoromo Kazuma thought, "…………"
Never mind... Wudu's smile is so cute.
Kazuma Hatori, using his limbs which he had finally become somewhat proficient with, came to Gojo Satoru's side—and was then scooped up by the belly, lifted high, and had his whole face buried in it in happiness.
"...!!"
The black hamster's body temperature is rising rapidly.
I'm thinking of dispelling the skill effect of [Eight-Phase Wheel Card]...
"You can't remove it. The advanced barrier has already marked your magical power. If you remove it, it will immediately trigger an alarm."
Gojo Satoru seemed to have guessed what Hagoromo Kazuma was thinking and immediately spoke to him first—without lifting his head from that warm and soft pile of fur the whole time, his voice sounding a little muffled.
Kazuma Hatake: "…………"
Hmm, does he have to maintain his black pea-shaped appearance until he leaves the vocational high school?
How can he then get close to Wu?
Besides, he can only speak dog language now!
Kazuma Hatori was a little confused.
If he had known, he would have preferred to leave the high school and then surprise the other party with the appearance of Black Bean Chai—instead of coming directly to the high school to deliver the surprise, preventing him from turning back to his original form.
Feeling the black Shiba Inu under his hand stiffen after hearing this reminder, Gojo Satoru grinned mischievously.
"Oh dear, whose unwanted puppy has wandered into my place?"
Gojo Satoru placed his hands under Kuroko's armpits and lifted him high in front of him.
It seems that he really did find a homeless puppy by chance.
Kazuma Hatake, completely unable to retort: "..."
"Then I'll reluctantly help take care of it for a couple of days—"
Looking into those genuine puppy eyes that were both silent and slightly amused, Gojo Satoru couldn't stop laughing and even coughed twice in a mocking manner.
"Let's pick a name first. How about you, um... Totomaru? Shinmaru? It's decided on Shinmaru, how about that? If you like it, just call me that."
Kazuma Hatake: "..."
Sigh, there's nothing I can do if Wu wants to call him Shinmaru.
Even though his face was covered in soft, fine fur, Gojo Satoru could easily discern a mixture of helplessness and indulgence on this dog's face with its adorable little eyebrows.
But before he could make a sound... Kazuma Hatake needed to mentally prepare himself before he spoke softly.
"Awoo..."
The sound was very soft, almost like the low whimper of a young animal, but it was enough to make Gojo Satoru hug the black Shiba Inu tightly and rub his face against it.
So cute! The fact that someone would do this for him is just too cute to resist!
Kazuma Hatori felt like he was about to suffocate from being choked, and tried to pat Gojo Satoru's arm with his front paws to make him loosen his grip.
However, at the same time, the dog's overly sensitive sense of smell allowed Kazuma Hatake to easily detect a faint, pleasant scent emanating from Satoru Gojo.
More than its scent, it is perhaps closer to a hazy, soft temperature, like a thin veil under the moonlight, light and intoxicating, enveloping him completely, turning him into a warm morning mist under the sunlight.
Kazuma Hatori was somewhat dazed, and suddenly felt that not being able to break the black mulberry mimicry... wasn't so bad after all.
"Why did you suddenly decide to come? Have you finished dealing with things with the Panxing Sect?"
Gojo Satoru finally released Hagoromo Kazuma and looked at him seriously.
After the perspective shifted, those beautiful azure eyes magnified in Kazuma Hatori's eyes, becoming extremely bright and almost filling his entire field of vision.
It is the high, clear sky of summer, with floating clouds dotting the shimmering blue. With every glance, it is as if a god looks down on all living beings from above, yet is willing to pause for a moment for him.
After a brief separation, when they met again, Kazuma Hatori truly felt the overwhelming surge of emotions churning within him.
The soft opening and closing of his lips as he pronounced the words, the incredibly clear heartbeat when his body was close to his chest, the warm breath when they pressed close together—every move of his partner made him irresistibly sink into their embrace.
Yet, a sweet and joyful feeling arises.
Ah, so this is what love is?
Hagoromo Kazuma thought to himself in a daze.
He seemed to finally understand why Chiyo said that you can't hide your true feelings from someone you like. When you see them, you unconsciously become exceptionally happy, as if your thoughts are mixed with sticky honey syrup, and even your breath is filled with a sweet fragrance.
“…”
Gojo Satoru stared at the silent black shiitake mushroom for a long time, then a light bulb suddenly lit up above his head.
Oh dear, I forgot that Ichijin can only bark and whimper now; he can't speak human language anymore!
This was no challenge for the clever Xiao Wu. He held the small black bean tree in one hand and rummaged through the bookshelf on the table with the other, pulling out a still-usable draft notebook.
It was an A4 sheet of paper. Since Gojo Satoru had already used most of it, there were obvious gaps between the pages in the first half. As he flipped through the pages, one could vaguely glimpse various complex formulas and calculations that filled every blank space.
There are many similar draft notebooks, neatly stacked in a row on his bookshelf, a testament to Gojo Satoru's countless days and nights of hard work.
At that moment, he opened the draft to a blank page and wrote all the hiragana on it.
It's like manually drawing a spellboard that the dog can spell out words with just a few pats of its paws.
While writing hiragana, Gojo Satoru's hands, which were holding Shinmaru, were restless. He always liked to pinch his paw pads and rub his head.
This experience was so rare that Kazuma Hatake was certain that if he were in human form at that moment, he would have been scalded into a hot dumpling.
Even so, his heart was far from at peace.
"Come--"
Gojo Satoru finished drawing the spirit board and spread it out in front of Hato Kazuma.
"Let's see your answer?"
Kazuma Hatori stared blankly at the paper, realizing he had no recollection of what question Satoru had just asked.
“…”
After a moment, Gojo Satoru looked at the Shinmaru sitting in his lap, which tilted its head up and looked at him with pleading eyes, its expression a mixture of confusion and helplessness.
Wu Tiao Wu's health bar instantly dropped to zero.
Is this the charm of the Black Bean Chai? Damn it, is it because it's a true transformation that it has an extra damage bonus against it...?
In an instant, Gojou Satoru squeezed the fluffy, soft Shinmaru so tightly that he could hardly breathe, feeling as if his entire body was about to be crushed by the other.
Even from a normal perspective, Wu Shi's body seemed to be that of a rather slender and light-looking teenager... how could he be so strong...?
After struggling for a few minutes to no avail, Kazuma Hatori had no choice but to use his paw pads to slap the target again.
Gojo Gosai finally let go of him again with reluctance.
"Are you asking how things are going with the Panxing Sect?"
Finally, he could answer. Kazuma Hatori sat on the table and answered him by patting each hiragana character with his front paws.
[Not bad, they all have to listen to me.]
[Everything has been arranged, so coming to see you is fine.]
Gojo Satoru read each word aloud, grinning mischievously as he vigorously ruffled Shinmaru's hair, praising him—"Good boy!"
Kazuma Hatake silently narrowed his eyes: "..."
Wu is deliberately using words that are more commonly used to praise dogs to compliment him...
Perhaps it was the dog's speechless expression that was so funny, because Gojo Satoru's serious demeanor didn't last long before he broke down, and his expression was particularly bright when he rubbed his face against Hato Kazuma.
How long can we stay here?
Kazuma Hatori glanced at the countdown timer on the card slot.
[If it refers to canine mimicry, two days.]
"Two days..."
After a moment's thought, Wu Tiaowu immediately made a decision.
"I can't bear to leave you alone. No, wait, there's a black shiitake mushroom waiting for me in the dorm. I'll skip class and leave for college with you."
Skipping class? Won't that get me a beating from Teacher Moth?
Hato Kazuma couldn't help but let out a "Aww?" and then gave Gojo Satoru a good rub, making him so dizzy that he almost fell off the table.
"because,"
Gojo Satoru crossed his forearms on the table, rested his chin on his hand, and tilted his head to look at Hato Kazuma—those beautiful, dazzling misty blue eyes were open only for him at this moment.
With a soft, affectionate smile.
I miss you too.
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