Chapter 64
So, in the time that followed, Gojo Satoru came to a profound understanding of what it meant to feel powerless.
What good would it do for him to teach Yuqu Kazuma so hard? The other party could practically recite his words by heart, but those dark eyes still looked over with a dazed expression!
This greatly frustrated Gojo, who was determined to teach the other party.
He possesses six eyes, making it difficult for him to pretend he can't see the remnants of the cursed power—but this person, despite having eyes as deep and dark as obsidian, always shakes his head and answers that he still can't see them.
Gojo Satoru stared at Hato Kazuma in frustration, even taking off his sunglasses in an attempt to see something wrong with his [Six Eyes].
Unfortunately, aside from the fact that the curse power flowing in the other person's body was indeed very low, almost on par with that of an ordinary person, Gojo Satoru found absolutely no clues that could be explained.
On the contrary, it was because he stared at Kazuma Hatake for a long time that the other looked back with a slight confusion, and his slightly dark eyes met his gaze—during this long stare, neither of them looked away.
Those dark eyes stared at him intently, as if they thought he was thinking of a new way of teaching, so they waited quietly and attentively, which inexplicably gave Gojo Satoru a vague sense of familiarity.
I have a feeling... like he's been looked at like this somewhere before?
The light from behind him shone through the darkness, casting his shadow into the water. This caused the deep, still sea to shimmer with tiny, faint ripples, like the rising and falling of waves.
Gojo Satoru's thoughts were interrupted, and he recalled Shoko's comment—"a bit gloomy."
He suddenly felt like laughing. The pride and smugness of being the only one who saw through the truth also quietly rose in his heart at this moment, intertwining into a secret pleasant emotion that made the corners of his lips unconsciously turn up.
It's definitely impossible to say this guy is gloomy; he's more likely a sorcerer idiot.
Oh dear, do I really have to trouble him, my senior, with even this? It's really frustrating—
"I'll think about it again and see if I can come up with another way to teach you,"
Gojo Satoru patted Hato Kazuma on the shoulder with a smile to comfort him, showing no impatience at the latter's "stupidity".
"Let's hear my judgment this time. Hmm, it's possible that a cursed spirit has appeared here, but I still feel something's not right."
Why do you say that?
Hagoromo Kazuma humbly sought guidance and asked questions in a very cooperative manner.
"This is based on experience... Cursed spirits generally don't leave their birthplace."
Gojo Satoru spread out his left hand and drew a circle on his left palm with the fingertips of his right hand, trying his best to explain to Hatori Kazuma vividly.
"Generally speaking, wherever a cursed spirit is born, it will stay there and keep causing trouble until we exorcise it."
As he spoke, he pretended that his right index and middle fingers were spell spirits, and like playing the piano, he started from his left little finger and tapped them one by one.
"Like this, they keep attacking ordinary people, acting solely on instinct driven by negative energy. Even the exceptional cases that can develop self-awareness will cause a large number of casualties during their actions."
"In other words, the situation of having no casualties for more than a month is abnormal?"
Kazuma Hatake had been outmaneuvered by that Natsume Suguru too many times in the previous playthrough, and almost reflexively uttered a single word.
"It was [man-made]."
"Bingo—although you're terrible at sorcery, you're pretty smart when it comes to things other than sorcery, so I can give you a compliment."
Gojo Satoru's smile deepened slightly, and he lowered his voice even further when he tried to speak.
"I suspect that the curse master was behind this."
—Just as he whispered this guess, someone at the other end of the studio was shouting through a megaphone, “Interviewees, gather over here and line up according to the names I call out,” repeating this several times.
So Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma temporarily stopped their discussion about the mission and followed the crowd toward the meeting point.
They thought they had arrived very late and would have to wait until much later to be called, but to their surprise, the first two names called out were Gojo Satoru and Hagoromo Kazuma.
The Q&A session was even simpler; after only asking their names, ages, and agencies, Director Mizuno immediately agreed to let them join the afternoon's filming.
Then another staff member came over to lead them to the rest room to prepare—for example, neither of the two teenagers was wearing makeup!
"What is this...? We have to wear makeup too?!"
When Gojo Satoru was forced to sit down in front of a mirror with a ring of lights, and then a pretty woman came over with a strange box to put something on his face, he was so shocked that his pupils dilated in shock.
"Of course, if everyone else is wearing makeup and you're not, you'll be at a disadvantage."
The beautiful woman, who was able to do makeup for the incredibly handsome white-haired boy, became all smiles and spoke softly and gently, coaxing him to close his eyes.
"At least put on some foundation and lipstick..."
Gojo Satoru: "…………"
Wait, wait... Help!
"..."
"…………"
"Huh, that's strange... why isn't it being applied?"
The result was that the pretty woman looked at her fingers, which were still covered in foundation, and was visibly confused.
She clearly felt resistance at her fingertips... so why didn't the foundation get onto the other person's face at all?
In contrast, Gojo Satoru practically jumped up from his seat on the spot, grabbed Hato Kazuma, shouted to the pretty lady that they didn't wear makeup, and rushed out of the lounge.
Kazuma Hatori followed him, unable to suppress a slight laugh.
Just now, Gojo Satoru was so frightened that he used a [no-holds-barred] technique on an ordinary person...
Hearing a low chuckle from beside him, Gojo Satoru: "…………"
He held back for a while, but still turned to Kazuma Hatake and gave him a very serious warning.
"You are absolutely forbidden to tell anyone!"
"good."
"real?"
"real."
Seeing that pair of usually large and round blue eyes narrow slightly, with a look of utter suspicion, Kazuma Hatori thought for a moment and decided to make a deal with him.
"I won't tell anyone, and you shouldn't tell anyone I'm a sorcery idiot."
Although he didn't really care whether he was a dunce in jutsu or not, since it could be used as a bargaining chip to reassure Satoru, he didn't mind bringing it up himself and asking Satoru to keep it a secret that he was a dunce in jutsu.
That way, the other person can rest assured that they won't tell, right?
"--make a deal."
Sure enough, the pair of azure eyes that had been scrutinizing him instantly withdrew, and instead extended their fists to bump against his, making the deal exceptionally readily.
In Gojo Satoru's mind, this matter instantly became a little secret between good buddies... and he was quite excited about it.
When they returned to the studio, the assistant who was sketching names was a little surprised that Gojo Satoru and the others had returned so quickly, but he didn't ask any questions in his busy schedule.
"Just wait over there for a while, the recording will start soon."
Okay.
Gojo Satoru, who wasn't wearing any makeup at all, responded calmly and walked with Hato Kazuma to the empty seats next to the recording stage, casually choosing a spot to sit down.
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