Chapter 190
If someone is simply trapped inside a tent and can't get out, and wants to ask for help but finds that their phone has no signal, some people will panic, while others will wait for outside rescue.
If some of these people were to die somewhere, the general reaction would likely be, "There are terrorists, run!" This could then lead to pushing and stampedes.
In short, when faced with unexpected events, everyone has their own way of coping, like headless flies, chaotic and disorderly, not knowing what the correct course of action is.
But when the name Gojo Satoru was mentioned, more than 90% of people reacted completely differently.
Those present were divided into those who hadn't heard the name Gojo Satoru yet and those who were either elated or indignant upon hearing it—this sudden incident was immediately defined by them as "a suspected fanatic fan launching a terrorist attack just to see Gojo Satoru."
Which bastard used such despicable means, daring to take them hostage and force their beloved idol to show himself?!
"Who came up with this terrible idea?"
"The culprit must be among us!"
"Fine, just wait until I find out who did this!"
"Find out who just said they could leave if they saw Lord Gojo!"
"Give up! Even if Lord Gojo really comes, it's to save us. He would never fall for a dark creature like you!!"
On the main street of Bunkamura outside Shibuya Station, people began to clench their fists and shout, showing no fear whatsoever of this sudden incident!
Now, they must fight to protect the best of the five adults!
Regardless of what kind of bizarre black technology this shield uses, they absolutely must find the culprit who wanted to force Gojo Satoru to show himself!
"Charge! For Lord Gojo!!"
"First, check the Hikarie ShinQs building; apparently, the news came from there!"
"People over there are also looking for the culprit. Someone said they saw something strange in the Fukutoshin Line platform on the fifth basement level!"
"What kind of strange thing is this? Is it something that even a human can't describe?!"
"I don't know. Some say they saw nothing, others say they saw a volcano's head and a tree branch's head!"
"What is this, cosplay?"
A boiling and massive atmosphere was brewing inside the tent. The united crowd seemed like Viking warriors blessed by Valhalla, determined to drag this despicable and sinister bastard out!
October 31st happens to be Halloween, a very popular day among the younger generation. Not only are there many people coming to Shibuya to participate in various activities, but almost all of them are fans who experienced the period when Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma debuted and became incredibly popular.
Even if some office workers or people who don't follow the entertainment industry or listen to music are also locked in the [tent], they will become a flock of sheep at this moment, and join in the fierce condemnation of the bastard who dared to lock them up here.
"...Repeat it again, what are the ordinary people inside the [tent] doing?"
Outside the tent, Takuma Ino, who was waiting at Exit 13 of Shibuya Station, was silent for a moment before asking Kiyotaka Ijichi in a tone of surprise and uncertainty, "Did I hear that right?"
"Uh... According to the information relayed by the assistant supervisors who entered the [tent], the trapped individuals have indeed gathered into several large groups, attempting to locate the curse master who set up the [tent], and their slogan is [Fight for Enlightenment]..."
Kiyotaka Ijichi also spoke hesitantly, seemingly equally surprised that the events unfolded with such remarkable speed and efficiency.
They've been taking a bit too much action, and now they're starting to worry about the safety of ordinary people.
No matter what, a curse master possesses spells, and their destructive power is many orders of magnitude higher than that of an ordinary person.
Moreover, according to Mr. Gojo's speculation, there is a high probability that there are still a large number of top-grade cursed spirits inside the [tent].
There are even worse possibilities—if Xia Youjie was among the group that planned and set up this advanced barrier, then once he releases a large number of cursed spirits inside the [tent] to launch an indiscriminate attack, it will be a brutal massacre for ordinary people.
"...They know Gojo Satoru?" Ino Takuma was truly stunned. "I didn't know Mr. Gojo was so popular with ordinary people!?"
Judging by this level of fame, it might even be higher than its reputation in the world of sorcery!
Even within the world of sorcery, many people oppose or remain indifferent to his reform ideals—some even believe that Gojo Satoru is delusional and just looking for trouble.
“When he was in college, he debuted as a model and singer and was very popular.”
Nanami Kento, who was in charge of leading Ino Takuma and Fushiguro Megumi, silently pushed up his sunglasses and gave his junior a concise explanation.
Ino Takuma: "Whoa, I've never heard of this before... How tall is it?"
Nanami Kento: "...When I worked in a financial company, almost all of my younger colleagues who went to karaoke would request the song he sang. That's about how popular he was."
Megumi Fushiguro: "...At my junior high school school festival, someone performed the stage play that Gojo-sensei and... cough, another person debuted as a group."
I almost called out Mr. Hatake's name too, thank goodness.
After all, he still holds the identity of a curse master, and the other party specifically instructed him not to act too close to him in front of others.
Ino Takuma was dumbfounded, and could only nod like a chick pecking at rice to express his shock. "If Mr. Gojo comes..."
"—I'll definitely be able to take control of the situation with ease."
Nanako Kasaba, who had also heard the assistant director explain the situation inside the tent, affirmed in an exceptionally matter-of-fact tone—that's the legendary superstar, Satoru Gojo; it's perfectly normal for him to receive such treatment!
Hmph, before she came to the vocational college, her classmates and friends who heard that Gojo Satoru was her elder were so envious they cried!
—In fact, that is indeed the case.
While Gojo Satoru was still on his way to Shibuya, he heard Ijichi Kiyotaka call to explain the situation. He found it both funny and touching, and decided to go to a retail store to buy a loudspeaker first.
In addition, he was also very concerned about the details they mentioned in their conversation.
The volcano-shaped head and the tree branch-shaped head are most likely the same special-grade cursed spirits he encountered before.
Knowing full well that she would lose if she met him again, why would she still set this trap and wait for him to take it...?
After paying the bill, Gojo Satoru walked out of the store with his megaphone and called Kazuma—the call was answered instantly, and there were faint sounds of wind and horns in the background.
Is it Shibuya?
Kazuma Hatake, who seemed to be on his way as well, said succinctly, “I have already heard from Zenin Naoya that the higher-ups have decided to let you handle this matter alone, and all the other sorcerers are waiting outside the tent.”
"Yes, that's right."
Gojo Satoru wasn't surprised by the result; instead, he asked Hatori Kazuma curiously, "Are you on your way to Shibuya right now?"
"How could I possibly let you go into the tent alone?"
Hagoromo Kazuma frowned, clearly displeased with the news that Zenin Naoya had tipped him off.
"I'll help you resolve things in Shibuya first, and then I'll take care of the higher-ups who made this decision."
He spoke of "killing" so casually, it was clear he intended to bring back the long-absent Sirius assassin.
Regardless of whether the old man was cowardly or conservative, how could he actually listen to the terrorists' demands and just go alone when they told him to?
What's wrong with sending a few more sorcerers? Those ordinary people are clearly being held hostage. Wu is responsible for dealing with the cursed spirits and enemies, so can't the remaining sorcerers be responsible for evacuating the crowd?
Is it simply because Wu is the strongest that no matter what happens, you can just leave everything to him and wait for the outcome with peace of mind?
The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get.
Kazuma Hatori was sulking on the other end of the phone—even without saying a word, Satoru Gojo knew what his lover was thinking.
This is similar to the current large-scale search for the culprit in the [tent].
Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh again. The solemn mood he had felt when he first heard about the Shibuya emergency had been completely dispelled by this double blow.
He fought alone, yet he fought far more than alone.
"Haha, okay, don't be angry."
Gojo Satoru then resorted to his usual sweet and affectionate tricks to win over his lover, "When I get back, I'll cook some fragrant and sweet red bean rice cake soup. How about we eat it together? It's the same bowl I cooked for you last time. It tasted pretty good, didn't it?"
Although Kazuma Hato did the cooking most of the time, Satoru Gojo wasn't a cooking idiot—he would buy groceries and cook at home whenever he had free time, and he did a pretty good job.
After all, he's an all-around genius who can easily learn anything.
Gojo Satoru waited with a smile, hoping that Hatori Kazuma would be pleased by his little trick and obediently reply "okay" before hanging up the phone.
"-- Okay, it's 8:30 now, I have to get this done before the mall closes."
Using [Azure] to rush to the [Tent] outside the main street of the Cultural Village, Gojo Satoru, talking to himself, first turned on the loudspeaker in his hand before stepping inside.
The inside and outside of the tent have been separated into two worlds.
Shibuya has been completely cleared out, leaving only the sorcerers on high alert and the trapped people imprisoned in the tents.
These numerous trapped individuals did not experience widespread panic—in fact, some even stood in the square loudly organizing everyone to take action, searching for the culprit, caring for the elderly and disabled, standing guard, and patrolling—it was remarkably orderly.
Perhaps because he hadn't shown up before, none of the trapped people appeared to be injured or killed.
Does he think that by using a large number of ordinary people as a shield, he can't get rid of them?
Gojo Satoru pulled down the blindfold that was used to block his vision—and his face, now free of any obstruction and with his white hair scattered, opened his misty blue eyes, which were like floating clouds in a clear sky, coldly in the night.
When he leaped up as lightly as a snow leopard and landed on one of the utility poles closer to the center of the street, he instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
"It's Lord Gojo!"
"Still so handsome!!!"
"Ahhh, my favorite Satoru-chan is really here!"
"I've liked you for so many years, Gojo-sama!!"
"Those brainless fanatics are the ones who do this, don't include us at all!!"
Even Gojo Satoru, a big star who had long since retired from the entertainment industry, actually came all the way here for them!
This sensational news was like a burst of dazzling fireworks in the crowd. Everyone excitedly shouted his name, waved and screamed, seizing the opportunity to express their admiration and love. The sound of flashing lights and taking pictures was incessant, and some people even sang the chorus of "FIND" on the spot.
People who were originally scattered in different places quickly gathered here. Some even ran to the ground with wigs, hats and props that had fallen there. They felt that picking them up would delay their chance to see their idols in person, so they chose to continue their 800-meter sprint.
From a great distance, you could hear him panting and shouting Gojo Satoru's name, telling him not to walk so fast.
There's absolutely no sense of tension.
Gojo Satoru smiled inwardly, but all he found were how incredibly cute they were.
He felt a bit like he was back when he sang as a guest at Junzi's concert—back then, everyone loved him and called his name in a huge wave of cheers, not out of fear, rejection, or disgust, but out of pure liking and support.
"Hi-hi everyone, good evening! That's right, I'm your Gojo Satoru!"
Gojo Satoru held the megaphone to his mouth and said a few simple opening remarks, and the crowd raised their hands and cheered again.
"Gojo Satori! Gojo Satori! Gojo Satori! Gojo Satori!!"
Even the shouts gradually became exceptionally synchronized, as if everyone were truly reuniting with Gojo Satoru at a concert, and that they would be giving him a full song of support.
—Meanwhile, on the fifth basement level of the Fukutoshin Line platform.
Louhu heard the excited shouts coming from afar above and thought he had misheard.
"Hey, what are they doing? Shouldn't they be scared and panicked?"
They seemed quite pleased with Gojo Satoru's arrival.
Hanami's opening was a series of sounds whose meaning was incomprehensible, but it expressed its opinion by directly transmitting the meaning into Louhu's mind.
"Of course I know, but this cheering is a bit abnormal... Wait, why have all the people who were just wandering around the platform run away!"
Louhu was muttering to himself when he suddenly realized that all the ordinary people who had been able to hinder Gojou's attack had vanished without a trace!
When it came to its senses, the group was running down the stairs, shouting something like, "Gojo Satoru is here! Hurry up! He's right outside the building! It's the real Gojo Satoru..."
In the blink of an eye, only it and Hua Yu were left standing on the platform, waiting for someone, making it exceptionally empty.
Louhu: "..."
Wait, does Gojo Satoru have some kind of magic? How can he attract all these random passersby who were randomly grabbed as hostages to run away?!
"Should we go outside and fight?" Hanami spoke up at the opportune moment. "If we don't go out now, Gojo Satoru will come and attack us soon, and then there won't be any ordinary people we need to worry about."
"...Isn't that obvious? Let's run!"
Are you still waiting here for Gojo Satoru? Are you waiting to be exorcised?
When Gojo Satoru fights alone, he is incredibly strong—Xia Youjie even needs to stall them for at least ten minutes!
Louhu and Hana also rushed out of the building following the movement of the crowd, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be caught by Gojo Satoru and given a headshot on the spot.
Once they reached the street, they understood why all these people were gathering there.
They crowded around Gojo Satoru, as if they had found a pillar of support they could trust without reservation.
"Everyone, try to spread out, don't crowd, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you—umm, I like you too—haha, okay, okay, I like everyone too, I like you all—alright, alright, when I go to deal with the culprit later, remember to stay away from me, the farther the better—at least fifty meters, no, a hundred meters away, hide anywhere you like, now get ready—run!"
With the unconditional trust of his fans, Gojo Satoru possesses limitless appeal and mobilization capabilities.
When he shouted "Run!" through the megaphone, Hanami and Louko noticed that all the ordinary people who had been huddled together had actually started running obediently away from Gojo Satoru, like athletes who had heard the starting gun.
This series of rapid changes left Louhu in disbelief, but he quickly forgot about the reasons, because Gojo Satoru had just said that to clear a large enough space for his upcoming battle—
At this moment, he casually tossed aside the megaphone and, relying on [Azure], teleported to their side on this deserted street!
"Hehehe, you guys are very well prepared."
In stark contrast to his attitude towards his fans, Gojo Satoru smiled coldly and raised his hand to point at the two Super Grade Cursed Spirits who were already sweating—matching this action, his blue eyes, which were looking over, were as sharp as the frost of the far north, swirling with subtle yet surging anger.
"Now, do you still dare to look down on me and resort to such low-class tricks?"
"I will exorcise (kill) you all right away."
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