Chapter 46
"Fushiguro, oh Fushiguro, what do we do! Will Kamo-sensei be alright!?"
Yuji Itadori caught the unconscious Kazuma Hatori, looking somewhat helpless, and could only turn to ask Megumi Fushiguro for help.
"The hospital is right behind us, should we just call a doctor?"
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he had no idea how to handle it.
After ending the phone call with Gojo-sensei, Fushiguro Megumi, exhausted, came over and confirmed that Kamo-sensei was still alive, but his face was pale and his breathing was extremely weak.
“Ordinary doctors are no good. Kamo-sensei’s technique is the [Crimson Blood Technique], probably because of excessive blood loss.”
Fukurohime breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh, then why don't we just go to a doctor for a blood transfusion?" Hisahito Itadori asked.
“That won’t work. I’ve heard that the blood of sorcerers who possess the [Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique] is quite special. If we rashly transfuse someone else’s blood, who knows what kind of accident might happen?” Fukuro Megumi shook her head.
"I see..."
"Since Kamo-sensei says he'll be fine after a nap, let's leave here as soon as possible. The commotion from the fight was too great; it would be troublesome if it attracted the attention of ordinary people."
Just as Fushiguro Megumi was about to reach out to help Yuji Itadori take some of Kamo-sensei's weight, he suddenly heard another voice beside him, low and heavy with displeasure.
"I'll take care of it."
"Teacher Gojo!"
Fushiguro Megumi suddenly turned his head and saw that Gojo Satoru, who had just hung up the phone not long ago, was now standing next to him, his hands clasped together and a paper bag hanging from his forearm.
"Good evening, Hui, and this young man."
Gojo Satoru gave a brief greeting, then took the black-haired youth from Itadori Yuujin's arms and carried him on his back.
Kazuma Hato's head rested on Gojo Satoru's shoulder, his eyes still closed, deep in a coma, showing no signs of waking up.
But he was still breathing, and [Six Eyes] could see a faint magical power circulating slowly within his body, increasing little by little, like a flame being rekindled.
This slightly eased the tension that had been pressing down on Gojo Satoru's mind.
"I only heard a general outline from you on the phone, but I don't have time to hear your details right now."
When he spoke again to Fushiguro Megumi, his voice was noticeably more relaxed than before.
Where are Ryomen Sukuna's fingers?
“It was put away by Kamo-sensei, and I don’t know where he put it,” Fushiguro Megumi replied.
“That’s perfect.” Gojo Satoru then asked, “Does Megumi still have the strength to go back by herself?”
Fukuro Megumi focused on sensing her physical condition. Her depleted curse power was slowly recovering. She was injured, but not seriously, so she nodded.
"have."
“Very good. I’ve already used [Six Eyes] to check along the way, and there are no signs of cursed spirits or enemies. Ijichi is on his way here, and he will be responsible for escorting you back to school.”
Even during missions, it's extremely rare to see Gojo Satoru with such a blank expression; even his tone is incredibly calm and composed.
But Fushiguro Megumi could clearly sense that Gojo-sensei was extremely unhappy.
It's possible he was angry, but he had never seen what Gojo-sensei looked like when he was angry, so he was a little unsure.
At this critical moment, Gojo Satoru had no time to give Fushiguro Megumi a detailed analysis of his emotions.
After briefly explaining the final details to ensure that there would be no further accidents on Fushiguro Megumi's return journey, he clasped his five fingers together in front of him, speaking to Fushiguro Megumi in a gesture as if he were about to activate [Azure].
"I'm going back to find Niko to treat him. I'll go ahead now."
"good."
Fushiguro Megumi nodded, watching as Gojo-sensei, carrying the black-haired youth, activated [Azure], a device capable of long-distance movement, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yuji Itadori, who was watching this incredible scene that resembled a magical transformation, stared in shock with wide eyes and rubbed them a few times.
"Wow, what is this? It's amazing!"
He had never seen a cursed spirit before, nor did he know that behind ordinary society there was a group of sorcerers who could use such power—including his mother whom he had never met.
"It's Gojo-sensei's technique, but the activation conditions are actually quite demanding. Using it on an unfamiliar path is very dangerous... I guess he heard me say that Kamo-sensei's condition was not good, so he hurriedly used [Azure] to get here."
Taking advantage of the fact that no one from the hospital came out to ask questions, Fushiguro Megumi led Itadori Yuujin out, intending to find a secluded place to contact Ijichi Kiyotaka and have him come pick him up.
"You should go home soon too, and remember not to tell anyone about this... Phew, I doubt anyone would believe me anyway."
With one hand in his pocket, Fushiguro Megumi stood at a street corner without streetlights, making a phone call to Ijichi while telling Itadori Yuujin to go home as well.
His school uniform, which was quite tall, had become tattered from the successive battles. If it weren't for the fact that the corpse of the cursed spirit would dissipate after death, it would probably still be covered with a lot of dirty, smelly blood and fragments.
"No, I want to go to that vocational college with you."
Yuji Itadori hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Megumi Fushiguro's forearm, speaking firmly to him.
Fushiguro Megumi, who was still holding her phone in one hand and discussing meeting places with Ijichi, turned around with a puzzled look on her face when she heard this, and slowly typed a question mark at Itadori Yuujin.
"Huh? What are you going to do?"
“I’m also very worried about Kamo-sensei!” Hisahito Itadori said earnestly.
"Furthermore, I need to find out the truth behind my parents' disappearance. Since my mother is a sorcerer, I have to ask the sorcerers, right?"
"Your mother is a sorcerer?" Fushiguro Megumi paused, then asked, "What's her name?"
"Ah... Kaori Itadori".
Fushiguro Megumi thought carefully for a long time and confirmed that she had never heard of this name before, whether it was [Itadaki] or [Kaori].
“I’ve never heard of a sorcerer using that name. She’s probably no longer in the sorcery world.” He shook his head. “I can go back and try to find her for you. Anyway, you should go home first…”
—As Fushiguro Megumi spoke, she tried to pull her arm out of Itadori Yuujin's hand, and with a forceful effort.
It remained completely still.
"…………"
Suddenly remembering that the other person was a gorilla, Fushiguro Megumi fell silent.
"I have no home anymore."
Yuji Itadori spoke softly, "Grandpa passed away today."
Can a house where only one person lives be called a "home"?
"At least, I can see that Kamo-sensei is really alright, and not that he did it to save us..."
Fushiguro Megumi: "..."
If we absolutely have to bring him to the vocational high school, we can make an excuse, like saying we're worried about being targeted by the enemy and need to go to the vocational high school to hide for a few days... If the higher-ups find out, they might not agree, so we need to ask Mr. Gojo first.
However, there shouldn't be any problems... I heard that Professor Kamo has turned the administration upside down, and the higher-ups don't dare to interfere with things at Tokyo College anymore.
Fushiguro Megumi took a deep breath and yielded to the cherry-haired boy who had only known her for less than half a day but had bravely rushed into the pile of cursed spirits to save her life.
"Come with me. I'll talk to Mr. Gojo beforehand and see if he can make arrangements."
"Yay!"
Hisahito Itadori's eyes instantly brightened, like a little tiger wagging its tail.
"By the way, is Gojo-sensei the one we just met? What's his relationship with Kamo-sensei?"
This problem truly stumped Fushiguro Megumi.
He thought hard and seriously for a long time, and carefully considered his words before cautiously answering.
"The kind of relationship where I'll marry Kamo-sensei sooner or later."
"Okay!...Wait a minute!?"
…………
It smells awful...
As soon as Kazuma Hatake opened his eyes, the strong, pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, immediately reminding his mind of a specific place.
He appears to be lying in the hospital?
Kazuma Hatake wasn't quite sure how long he had slept before his stamina naturally recovered to full—or at least to the point where the game stopped issuing warnings about being unable to move.
After all, for him, resting in the game is just a moment of closing and opening his eyes. In a regular non-virtual game, it's similar to the screen going black and then coming back on, which means the player has rested enough.
The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with only a slight noise coming from the ventilation vents overhead and the occasional humming sound from the unstable current flowing through the light tubes.
Kazuma Hatori, bracing himself against the unusually hard bed, sat up as soon as he opened his eyes, wanting to see where he was.
There are no windows, the walls are covered with pure white checkered tiles, and the sink, cabinets and doors are all made of cold, hard metal without any decoration. Several cold white lights shine down from above, making the mottled and old traces of use even clearer, so much so that the first impression of this basement is not that of a clinic, but a morgue.
Or perhaps it's a forensic autopsy room.
In short, it doesn't seem like a place for treating and saving lives.
Kazuma Hatori touched the bed beneath him; it was also made of metal, with only a thin sheet on top.
However, he wasn't particularly nervous.
Because the beautiful Daigo was sitting on the chair by the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her head lowered, and half of her face buried in the pure black stand-up collar of her dress, as if she were sleeping.
Because the blindfold blocked his vision, Kazuma Hatori wasn't sure if he was really asleep or just daydreaming.
But the chair was obviously a bit small, making him, who was tall, feel a little cramped. His white hair, which was tied up, also looked a little wilted, as if it had been wet by the drizzle, and it tilted slightly to one side.
Kazuma Hatori silently raised his hand and waved it in front of Satoru Gojo's eyes—there was no reaction; he was truly asleep.
Was she worried about him, so she stayed here with him after bringing him back, even when she was so tired that she fell asleep, she refused to leave?
Kazuma Hatori pursed his lips, finding it difficult to express the joy he felt inside, as if two little people were tap dancing.
No, it's ballroom dancing.
He was acutely aware that he felt a hundred times happier than when he played those games and got the ending CG where he was with his target.
To be precise, this has nothing to do with whether or not a special storyline in the game is triggered, or whether or not Gojo Satoru has white hair.
He is simply, gradually falling for Gojo Satoru himself.
—However, that's something that's inevitable.
Kazuma Hatake did not resist at all; on the contrary, he thought quite confidently.
After all, Wu is both cute and reliable, combining coolness and cuteness. He is incredibly charming no matter what he does, and the more you get to know him, the more you can appreciate his shining personality. He's a handsome, white-haired, baby-faced guy.
It's so great to be able to play this game.
Kazuma Hatori stared silently at the sleeping, beautiful Daigo for a long time. He wanted to take out his phone and take a picture of the scene, but he held back.
He couldn't turn off the camera shutter sound, and he didn't want to wake the other person.
But he secretly tried to touch Daigo's beautiful white fur... It shouldn't be a problem, right?
What if the current [no limits] technique doesn't stop him?
With a secret sense of anticipation, Kazuma Hatori leaned forward slightly again, making sure not to make a sound, and reached out his five fingers to quietly touch the white fur that looked exceptionally soft under the light.
Closer and closer... Then, as if blocked by a thin film, the fingertip stopped just inches away from touching the white hair, and no matter how hard it tried, it could hardly go any further.
Even if you're asleep, there's no way to touch it... [No limits] It really is fully automatic, without the slightest flaw.
Hagoromo Kazuma sighed regretfully in his heart, and was about to withdraw his strength when—
As if a layer of space had been suddenly pulled away, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and his fingertips immediately felt a real, gentle, and warm touch.
"oops,"
The blindfold was lifted by the edge hooked by a thumb, revealing beautiful blue eyes that were looking at Kazuma Hagoromo with a sly smile.
"We caught a cat stealing fish."
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