Chapter 193
December 7, the first year of Heisei.
Gojo Satoru, possessing six eyes, has descended upon the world in a shocking manner.
However, at this moment, he had not yet been given a name, and his body was still a tiny ball, quietly curled up in his swaddling clothes and sleeping soundly.
When it opened its eyes, its eyes, like azure glass, were clear, bright, and pure, which immediately delighted the midwife who had served the Gojo family for many years.
She herself is not a sorcerer, but as a member of the Gojo family, one of the three great families, no one is unaware of what those eyes signify.
The servant who assisted the midwife opened the door, her face also beaming with joy. When the man waiting outside inquired about the situation inside, she smiled and congratulated this man, who was not of high status.
"The lady may have given birth to [Six-Eyed]! You will be respected by the entire Gojo family. This can even be called an extraordinary achievement. I will go and call Elder Tatsuo over to confirm!"
After quickly delivering the good news, she immediately ran along the corridor, her soft shoes making a series of soft clattering sounds on the wooden walkway.
Next came the moment of jubilation and excitement among the Gojo family's top brass for the birth of this "Six-Eyed One".
Given that no one in the Zen-in family has yet awakened the [Ten Shadow Techniques], we only need to wait and see if this child can awaken the [Limitless] technique when he is five or six years old. He will then become a key weapon for the Gojo family's future surge in power!
However, according to previous ancient records, apart from the one who died before reaching the full moon, the remaining people who possess the [Six Eyes] will almost inevitably awaken the [Limitless] technique.
"Great news! Great news!"
Tatsuo Gojo was overjoyed, but he didn't forget to immediately notify his men to urgently block the news—the newly born [Six Eyes] was too fragile. What if it got out rashly and the feared enemy tried to sneak in and assassinate it?
The Gojo family is counting on this child to completely control the General Manager's Office from now on.
The current head of the Gojo family is capable, but unfortunately he has not awakened the [No Limits] technique. He can only barely suppress the Zenin family by joining forces with the Kamo family.
Most of the time, the three companies had roughly equal influence in the management department, and it was hard to say which side had completely gained the upper hand.
But things are different now. The Gojo family is about to produce an [absolute powerhouse]!
The five elders were all beaming with joy. After arranging a banquet to celebrate, they took turns visiting the infant who had only opened his eyes briefly before falling into a deep sleep again, and praising his mother for giving birth to him.
Even for sorcerers who possess the special power of [spells], the hair color of the vast majority of people conforms to the normal laws of physiological structure and will not be too strange.
The newborn [Six Eyes], like the snowflakes falling outside the window at this moment, had pure white hair and eyelashes, reflecting a soft, noble, and flawless sense of clarity under the bright light.
As expected, the gods protected the Gojo family, allowing them to finally receive a weighty offer at this moment when sorcerers were declining and the curse was erupting.
Let's celebrate! Let's celebrate!
Celebrating the birth of [Six Eyes] in the Gojo family!
The servants were very efficient, and everything was arranged the next day. Even the mother who gave birth to [Six Eyes] for the Gojo family was helped to the banquet to receive congratulations and praise from all the Gojo clan members.
Tatsuo Gojo was overjoyed and even specially invited geishas to perform. The Gojo family members who had heard about the appearance of the "six-eyed" were all delighted. In the overly lively atmosphere, they drank without any manners, clapping or banging on their bowls to keep time, and cheering loudly for the performance.
At the banquet, everyone decided to name the newborn "Gojo Satoru".
If it were an ordinary newborn, it would be impossible to receive such a high level of treatment in naming or celebration—mostly, a servant would be sent to offer a few words of comfort and a small reward, and that would be the end of it.
When they are a few years older, after some of them awaken their magical abilities, their treatment and status will be determined again based on their usefulness to the family.
But this kind of liveliness is extremely lonely.
No one was truly happy about Gojo Satoru's birth; they were simply celebrating his future power, status, and resources.
No one ever asked Gojo Satoru if he wanted to dedicate everything to the family. Everyone assumed that he was a weapon held in the family's hands, and that he was as powerful, sharp, and invincible as they needed.
The all-wooden temple was not very soundproof. Even through a courtyard, there were still various noises such as laughter, clapping, and singing, accompanied by the sounds of shamisen, clappers, shakuhachi, and taiko drums, which lasted for a long time.
The servant who was originally responsible for looking after Gojo Satoru was still young, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity at this moment. Seeing that the baby in the cradle was still sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, he opened the door and slipped out, wanting to sneak a peek before coming back.
The outdoor temperature in December was extremely low, and a brazier for heating had been placed inside the house early on. It contained a small basin of lit charcoal, which was burning quietly at the moment, occasionally popping out a few crackling sparks.
Perhaps the noise from the celebration next door was too loud, because the toddler, who was still fast asleep, gently frowned; his little hands, which had been clenched into fists, began to move, and he was not as calm as he had been a few minutes before.
If he doesn't get comforted soon, he will probably start crying with all his might, just like countless other small and soft babies born in the arms of other mothers.
However, this scene did not occur.
As Kazuma Hatori hooked his claws around the edge of the wicker cradle, folded his wings, and leaned down to look at Satoru Gojo, a few of his long, flowing golden-red feathers also gracefully drooped down in front of him.
One of them was caught by that wildly waving little hand and held tightly in its palm.
The furrowed brows gradually relaxed until they transformed into light, shallow, steady breathing.
Gojo Satoru fell asleep peacefully again.
As for Kazuma Hatori, who was cursed by Goku after committing suicide and successfully transformed into a [Special Grade Cursed Vengeful Spirit], he no longer possesses a human body at this moment, but is a huge bird formed from blazing flames. When he appeared, he controlled his body to gradually shrink in this not-so-large room until it was about the size of a peacock.
The interplay of shimmering gold and bright red light constantly shifted and flowed, swaying in the still air, more like a bright, inextinguishable flame than bird feathers.
Perhaps because Kazuma Hatori is now considered a special-grade cursed spirit possessed by Satoru, his appearance did not trigger the barrier alarm of this mansion.
Only now was Kazuma Hatake able to finally perceive what the so-called "cursed power" really was.
The power he now possesses is no longer granted by the game or bound by the system, but is a vast energy born entirely for enlightenment and completely under his control.
In other words, Kazuma Hatake found that he could not bring up the game interface, but the skills of [Ten Directions Maha] were still usable—including the last one, the vast realm of life, [Kazuma Dharma Realm].
Although he was not yet very skilled at using it actively, and the power of the spell had weakened considerably as the hatred he felt at the time subsided, he could clearly sense that if he were to expand his domain again now, he would not be able to use such a large area of [One True Dharma Realm].
In his brief memory before he completely lost consciousness, apart from Wu, whom he had protected under his own wings, everything else within his field of vision had turned into a vast, ever-burning sea of fire.
When Wu went to attend the sister school exchange meeting, he mentioned to Mingming that the range of Mingming's live screen broadcast using the Raven Technique could not be very far, and it was highly likely that it would also be included in the range of the sea of fire.
Kazuma Hatori felt no guilt about it. He simply bent down even lower and, in the brief moment when all the jubilation had gathered next door and no one came to the house to take care of Satoru, gazed intently at the little boy.
In this utterly corrupt world of sorcery, will Wu know that he will be feared, dreaded, and isolated by the vast majority of people in the future, yet still resolutely head towards death?
Will Wu accept his life being misunderstood and slandered by those sorcerers, without complaining or taking his anger out on them?
Is Wu Hui so busy with endless tasks, teaching, and paperwork that he would gladly persevere even if he could only sleep three hours a day?
Kazuma Hagoromo didn't need to say a word to know the answers to these questions.
What still lingers in his mind are vivid and lively memories, one after another.
Satoru, who takes a nap in his car in the early morning to finish a task; Satoru, who asks him if he wants to try some apple juice; Satoru, who gently touches flower petals with his fingertips but never picks them; Satoru, who smiles and says he likes everyone so much; Satoru, who decides to become a teacher to save more people...
And Satoru, who smiles and opens his eyes every time he goes to the shrine to pray during the New Year and asks him what he wished for.
The flames in the bowl gradually weakened, and some tiny ash detached from the charred coals, floating lightly in the air with the rising steam, swirling erratically before gently falling back down.
The newborn Wu slept soundly in front of him, his tiny hand still tightly clutching a golden-red, shimmering feather.
Kazuma Hatori sighed as he counted the fallen ashes, one piece, two pieces.
It was as if he was burying the wishes he had made, one by one.
Even so.
Kazuma Hatori pondered in silence.
Even so, he would continue to pray—not to gods, but to himself.
Wu will receive all the love he desires.
Therefore, he wanted to completely destroy this stale, decaying, and rotten world of sorcery.
—Da da.
A series of light footsteps came from outside the door. It was the servant who had overheard a geisha performance and realized that he had been there much longer than expected, so he hurried back.
She pushed open the door and found that the brazier was almost burned out, but the room was still very warm; the one who needed to be looked after, [Six Eyes], was still sleeping soundly with his little fist pressed against his cheek.
Phew, thankfully nothing happened.
The servant was both relieved and nervous. He quickly brought a new bucket of charcoal to replace it and gently tucked the baby's little fist back into the swaddling clothes.
The snow was still falling outside the window, as if a pair of eyes had opened from the shadows, quietly watching over the little boy lying in the cradle.
………
Most of the time, Satoru was always accompanied by someone, and Kazuma Hatori, who was hidden in his shadow, could not show himself at will.
At this point, he had completely transformed into a Superior Cursed Spirit. Even if he could speak, he would only be mistaken for a more powerful curse and then exorcised by the assembled sorcerers.
When Kazuma Hatori unleashed his Life Domain, he was in a completely reckless, explosive state, which consumed too much energy—he can't even go far now and can only stay by Satoru's side.
Wu is still a toddler of one or two years old, just learning to speak, and his magical abilities haven't even awakened yet, so how could he possibly have any extra magical power to provide for him?
Therefore, Kazuma Hatori could only appear late at night when everyone was asleep, either to admire Yugo's adorable sleeping face for a while, or to tease him when he woke up in the middle of the night with his own feathers or tail feathers.
At this time, Youwu's blue eyes are always wide open, round and bright, his gaze curiously following the fluttering feathers back and forth, like a kitten chasing a ball of fluff.
Most of the time, he would also reach out to grab it—occasionally making a few soft, low "ooh ooh ooh" sounds, which sounded like both a spoiled child and an accusation.
It's so cute it's almost unfair, making Kazuma Hatori's heart soften so much that he immediately stuffs the feather into his hand and lets the other person play with it. Sometimes he even puts it in his mouth and smacks it a few times, leaving a layer of shiny saliva on it.
The flames, which were clearly capable of burning anything, were obedient and well-behaved in Yuugo's presence, causing him no harm whatsoever.
Kazuma Hatori secretly watched over Yuugo as he grew up, from an infant who couldn't even roll over to someone who could sit up, crawl around energetically, babble and learn to talk, and stagger along while holding onto the wall...
Until one day before the awakening technique, before Kazuma Hato had shown himself, Gojo Satoru, after the servant left, had already accurately looked at his own shadow—or rather, at him.
"Who are you?"
Putting down the small mustard seed doll he was playing with, Gojo Satoru blinked his [six eyes] that could see through all curse power and asked seriously.
Even at a young age, Wu was still extremely intelligent and perceptive.
His talent for learning was unparalleled, far surpassing his peers—he mastered all the preschool education, including speaking, recognizing characters, and simple calculations, in a very short time, and could even speak clearly and logically, which surprised many adults.
At this moment, he was waiting for Kazuma Hatake's response.
He was neither afraid nor curious; he asked the question with an attitude of "he already knew," deliberately avoiding everyone else and speaking in a slightly curious tone.
Possessing these six eyes that can passively see through all curse power, Gojo Satoru had long ago sensed that the other party was dwelling in his shadow, like a silent ghost, but without any malice.
As he grew older, the old men interfered with him more and more. His range of activities was very small. Even within this huge mansion, he was often required to stay in the school and his own bedroom to prevent any malicious attacks from the outside world.
Gojo Satoru gradually felt repulsed, but did not resist much.
By reading those books passed down through generations, he already knew the importance of the [Spell] and the [Six Eyes]. His servant had also secretly told him that the existence of the [Six Eyes] had been exposed, and now he had a bounty of over one hundred million.
Therefore, Gojo Satoru, who had not yet awakened his magic, could only reluctantly obey his family's arrangements and spend his time playing with uninteresting lucky dolls and educational toys to pass the time when he was not in school.
But regarding this unknown existence in his own shadow, little Gojo Satoru, who was not yet five years old, had a rebellious streak quietly rising within him.
Hmph, he decided not to tell those old men in the family who were particularly talkative—after all, the other party had been in his shadow for so long and had no ill intentions, so it wouldn't hurt to ask them directly for the result.
Even more crucially, Gojo Satoru discovered that whenever he looked at the shadow where the other person was, a strange sense of familiarity would always rise in his heart.
It was a puzzling, rather warm feeling, much closer to him than anyone else could, as if his soul were whispering silently—that the other person was important.
Young children who have not yet received a complete education tend to have more straightforward and honest thinking.
He wanted to monopolize this special "importance," and for that reason, he kept a close watch on the other person's hiding place, determined to find them out.
When Kazuma Hatori remained silent for a long time, he finally emerged from the depths of the shadows in a manner reminiscent of a phoenix—
Gojo Satoru's eyes widened in surprise.
The golden-red light that he thought he had only seen in his dreams was now truly appearing before him.
"Those memories of mine were real...?"
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