Chapter 194
"It's true."
Kazuma Hatori was a little uneasy, but he still made himself appear quite docile—standing in front of Satoru Gojo to be questioned, he folded his wings and let those curious eyes scrutinize him as he paced.
"So, you are a curse?"
Gojo Satoru originally just wanted to get an answer, but as he stared at it, he couldn't help but touch it several times.
The touch, like flames or feathers, left only warmth and softness in his palm, like caressing a handful of warm cotton drying in the sun, or comfortably soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter.
Those bright, pale eyes were wide and round, with the corners slightly upturned like a cat's. When they revealed a mixture of surprise and excitement, they were exceptionally beautiful and adorable.
Gojo Satoru stroked it a few more times, and finally simply pounced on the phoenix—like hugging an oversized pillow—burying his face in the soft, burning feathers and letting out a muffled sigh.
His voice was muffled, with an undeniable childlike quality that made Kazuma Hatake's heart melt.
Although he believed that Wu would definitely discover that there was a super-grade cursed spirit hidden in his shadow someday, he did not expect that day to come so soon.
However, Wu's attitude was completely opposite to what he had expected.
There was no questioning, no fear, no indifference.
Instead, a relaxed and unguarded embrace easily dispelled all his tension and unease.
After all, he doesn't even have the ability to mimic a human right now, and sorcerers are the best at exorcising curses.
If Wu insists on exorcising him, then... he will not resist.
Kazuma Hatori could never refuse Satoru Gojo's advances—in the years he had spent with Satoru, his body had long been accustomed to intimate touches like this, and he would not even have the slightest stiffness or resistance.
"Yes, I am a top-tier cursed spirit."
As Gojo Satoru raised his head, the phoenix, so magnificent that even the way it turned its neck appeared slender and elegant, looked at him earnestly with one of its long, soft eyes, saying, "It belongs only to you."
The preschool education hasn't covered this part yet, but Gojo Satoru, who's usually bored, has already read about it in a book.
A cursed spirit that "has an obsession with a specific person and manifests when that person is harmed" is called a "cursed vengeful spirit"—such cases are extremely rare, so the description is quite simple, and only a rough definition has been given.
Compared to ordinary curses, these vengeful spirits that possess someone and cannot be easily exorcised are often more lethal, but they only react to that specific person and are basically devoid of reason.
The cursed spirit in front of him, in the form of a phoenix, could communicate with him normally and even said that it belonged to him.
When Gojo Satoru looked into its eyes, he seemed to suddenly realize that the crest of feathers on its head was also long and flowing, like several ribbons swaying freely without wind; the fragmented light composed of brilliant gold and bright red was like the sparks that constantly burst and dissipate when a blazing flame burns, and even if it fell into his raised palm, it would not cause a burning pain.
"I……"
Gojo Satoru spoke softly, but his expression had already tightened, as if he were putting on a serious face.
However, he is still too young. Even when he tries to appear serious, he doesn't quite match his usual expressionless demeanor when dealing with the talkative elders. Instead, his expression reveals a distant and aloof air, often prompting servants to secretly admire him behind his back, "As expected of Young Master Wu, who possesses [six eyes], every word and action is so befitting his status."
In reality, Gojo Satoru was simply too precocious and too lazy to listen to the same old dogmas and rules repeatedly, so he ignored most of what was said and didn't bother to pay attention.
Everyone in his family had high hopes for him, and the resources and treatment he received during his growth were exceptionally generous. This, in turn, often indirectly put pressure on him that other people his age did not experience.
For example, there were several other children born into the Gojo family around the same time as Gojo Satoru, but he had almost no experience playing with his peers.
Including his parents, Gojo Satoru hadn't seen them for a long time.
The beautiful phoenix he held in his arms was, in fact, the first time Gojo Satoru had ever had such close contact with a "human" since he could remember.
It was so warm, and it gave him an extra sense of satisfaction and pleasure. He wanted to rub his face against it as much as possible before settling down peacefully under its outstretched wings.
As for fear or fright, there was absolutely none.
But then Gojo Satoru remembered the description of "cursed spirits" in the book—his chubby, cute face, which had just relaxed, immediately tensed up again, as if trying to make himself appear more sincere.
"Um?"
Kazuma Hatori patiently waited for the second half of the cute Yugo's sentence.
He could probably weave even more harmless lies for Satoru, such as "I'm not a curse, I'm a spirit," "I'm actually your guardian spirit," or "I'm the guardian deity of the Gojo family." Satoru, who is not even five years old, would most likely not be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and would only praise him for being so amazing, and then completely let down his guard.
Although it seems that Wu doesn't seem to be on guard against me at all.
Moreover, given Wu's intelligence, even a four-year-old like him probably wouldn't believe this explanation.
However, the reason why Kazuma Hatori didn't find any other excuse to conceal his identity was very simple—he would never lie to Satoru, and would remain faithful to him to the end.
Then he heard Wu's response.
"Was it me...who gave birth to you?"
There was still a hint of confusion in Gojo Satoru's expression.
The information about the cursed power analyzed by [Six Eyes] told him that it was true, and that the source of the cursed power flowing in the body of this magnificent phoenix was indeed him.
He was only four years old, but the other person had already been by his side for a long time—at least when he first began to perceive the world, those still vague memories already contained a dazzling stream of light interwoven with gold and red.
However, Gojo Satoru's life experience at this time was too shallow, and he could not imagine how he could accumulate such a huge, almost endless negative emotion in his heart so soon after birth, yet he could not find a direction to vent it, until he cursed a phoenix-shaped cursed vengeful spirit to guard him.
If it weren't for the explicit knowledge that his parents were still alive, Wu Zai, who was only four years old at the time, would most likely have guessed in that direction...
"What?"
Kazuma Hatori made a slightly choked sound, then denied it, "Of course not, don't use words that sound like you gave birth to me."
Wu Tiao Wu readily corrected him: "That's because I sculpted you."
Kazuma Hatake: "...Of course... um... I wouldn't say it's completely wrong."
It's one thing to not lie to Satoru, but it's quite another to tell the adorable young Satoru, who is still a baby, that he actually risked suicide to be cursed into a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, in order to use the Life Domain that comes with the Special Grade Curse to kill Ryomen Sukuna and other onlookers. And before he even knew what would happen, he was transported to this point in time...
But Gojo Satoru didn't care about what Hatori Kazuma hadn't said yet.
He just laughed happily again, rubbing against the fluffy, light, warm feather in his arms.
"Therefore, you have nothing to do with the Gojo family, and you belong entirely to me."
When Gojo Satoru raised his head again, he made this domineering declaration to it with both pride and arrogance; and Hato Kazuma responded indulgently, his gentle eyes reflecting only the cute smile on his face.
You're absolutely right.
Kazuma Hatori lowered his head and gently touched him with the upper part of his slender, long beak, just like a cat greets someone affectionately by touching noses together.
—At this new point in time, Ichijin, now with a new identity, is once again connected with little Satoru.
"May I have your name?"
After Wujiao Wuxin had rubbed himself enough, he asked happily.
He seemed to be satisfied with finally having something that was completely his own, but that was not all.
"Um... my name is,"
When Hatoichi was about to say his real name, he suddenly remembered the name from his first life that he had never had the chance to utter.
"[Handsome Dad]".
Gojo Satoru: “…”
Even Gojo Satoru, who is not yet five years old, narrowed his eyes in silence: "Trying to take advantage of me?"
Kazuma Hagoromo: "...Cough, there's nothing wrong with calling out."
He was also disappointed, because neither the first nor the second playthrough of Satoru would call out, whether in bed or out of bed...
I knew he was really looking forward to it.
So even four-year-old Youwu wouldn't grant his little wish? Sigh.
Life is tough, even a phoenix sighs.
Gojo Satoru: “…”
Was it his imagination? Suddenly, this guy seemed incredibly dull, not at all like the legendary phoenix, possessing a lofty and arrogant air—if he had to define him by an animal, he was more like some kind of stubborn dog…
But that doesn't mean you have to accept that you suddenly have a father.
Gojo Satoru emphasized, "Anyway, if you bring this up again, I'll name you myself."
Kazuma Hatori glanced at the ceiling, then lowered his head and sighed softly, "Kazuma. Just call me Kazuma."
Gojo Satoru stared silently at the phoenix that had begun to sigh.
This guy is actually so disappointed...?
...No way?
…………
In the days that followed, the elders of Gojo found that Gojo Satoru's attitude towards them was no longer as cold as before.
To put it more accurately, it's as if something good happened to Gojo Satoru, making him feel very happy most of the time, and even making him find them much more agreeable.
At least when they tried to instill in the child things like "the Gojo family is the most important to you," "everything you do is for the glory of the Gojo family," "you are destined to dedicate everything to the Gojo family," and "everyone must follow the family rules and regulations," they no longer received a blank stare that went in one ear and out the other.
"Okay, I got it. I've already memorized it. Can I leave now? Yes, you can. I need to go back and rest. See you tomorrow."
—It was this attitude that left Gojo Tatsuo and the others looking at each other, unable to tell whether Gojo Satoru was just being perfunctory.
If we're talking about being perfunctory, their previous attitude was even more perfunctory... If we're talking about not being perfunctory, they wouldn't even have time to say another word before this kid had already walked past them.
But if you test him on this material, you'll find that he has memorized it word for word, and there's not a single fault to point out.
Even the wet nurses and servants who took care of him said that although Master Wu was not particularly lively or approachable, he was not actually mean to them, and the manners he was taught were not wrong.
Naturally, none of these people noticed that Gojo Satoru had a new playmate who was inseparable from him.
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