Chapter 158
At the birthday party specially held for him, Gojo Satoru had a blast.
He was given a paper birthday crown and surrounded by everyone singing birthday songs, making wishes, and blowing out candles—a whole process he had never experienced before.
Gojo Satoru followed the instructions meticulously, his unusually serious demeanor even more solemn than when dealing with a special-grade cursed spirit.
Arasena Junko and the others seemed to have turned into children at this moment, sitting neatly on the prepared small stools with Gojo Satoru, and laughing heartily at the various tricks of the balloon clown.
They each received balloons that could be twisted into various shapes: ponies, butterflies, puppies, kittens, turtles... it seemed there was nothing the clown couldn't make.
Gojou could use [Azure] to blow the building away, or he could easily raze it to the ground with [He] or [Zi].
He can do what no one else here can do, and he is more powerful than anyone else.
But even now, Gojo Satoru would still cheer for the clown's skill and dexterity in twisting balloon animals, and clap along with everyone else.
There's also a godmother waving a sparkly fairy wand, smiling and singing as she leads them in all sorts of fun games, like blindfolded nose-pinning—Gojo Satoru, without exaggeration, is practically invincible in this game with his [six eyes].
Just like an ordinary person whose vision is blocked when their eyes are covered, his eyes are special. Even if his normal field of vision is blocked, he can use the residual curse power attached to objects to construct images similar to thermal imaging cameras, easily outlining the detailed contours of objects.
What's more, he picks up other games like Yamanote Line, Sugoroku, Hyakunin Isshu, and Cat's Cradle very quickly!
Everyone enthusiastically participated in these long-lost childhood memories, reveling in the music, laughter, and applause—
Tsuji Tomoya, who was almost forty years old at the time, was also persuaded to join in. He even rolled up his sleeves, ran to the castle trampoline, did a front flip, almost strained his back, and got off with a groan.
Gojo Satoru was perched on Hatori Kazuma's shoulder, laughing uncontrollably.
Of course, they don't actually have any punishment measures for the losers. Tsuji Tomoya was just being childish and didn't believe that he was old.
The winners will receive various adorable fruit and cream cakes, filled candies, and adult juices. Yay!
"Oh right, I just remembered,"
Gojo Satoru stuffed the candy into Hatori Kazuma's mouth, then took a big bite of the sweet and fragrant thumb-sized cake, his cheeks puffed out as he asked Hatori Kazuma, his words, though mumbled, were infused with the sweetness of cream.
"Shoko didn't come because someone had to stay at the vocational high school. Why didn't Jie, who was with you at the Panxing Sect, come?"
“I did ask,” Kazuma Hatori thought for a moment, “He said he had something to do and couldn’t come, so he asked me to convey his blessings to you.”
As for what specific matters Xia Youjie had to attend to, Yuqu Kazuma didn't care at all—it might be dealing with paranormal events reported by believers, or it might be recruiting curse masters.
"Something came up? What is it that needs to be done right now?"
Gojo Satoru muttered something under his breath, but didn't really take it to heart.
He was happy that Xia Youjie could come, but it didn't matter if he didn't.
After all, we're all almost adults, and it's normal for everyone to have their own things to do.
After finishing his fifth cream cake, Gojo Satoru turned his attention to the adult's juice next to him.
“I’ll just have one drink, to see how it tastes,” he whispered to Kazuma Hatori, “Anyway, I didn’t buy it, and nobody here checks ages…”
After this round of the game, the winners included Gojo Satoru, who is as versatile as ever in everything, and the unexpected Uncle Tomoya.
"Great, great!" Tsutsuji Tomoya said with a big smile, heading straight for the beer. "I can finally have a drink!"
Araki Junko smiled helplessly and shrugged at Yano Kana. It was a pity that they almost won the prize.
Are you sure you want to drink it?
Kazuma Hatori thought for a moment, unsure how to explain to Satoru that he had already learned in the previous playthrough that the other party couldn't drink at all... He remembered that it was said that the power output of his spells would become unstable.
So, assuming he's here right now, even if a cursed spirit appears and there's no need for Wu to use magic, drinking a couple of cups shouldn't be a problem.
Before Kazuma Hatake nodded and said, "Try it and see if you like it," Gojo Satoru's uncertain hesitation had already made his blue eyes narrow dangerously.
"You underestimate me?"
Gojo Satoru was particularly unconvinced—of course he knew that Shoko had gone out drinking with the geisha and the others countless times and seemed to have a high alcohol tolerance—but even if he hadn't drunk before, his alcohol tolerance couldn't be that much worse!
"without……"
Before Kazuma Hatake could stop him, he saw Satoru Gojo raise his glass and down it in one gulp—a glass of beer about the height of his index finger.
--ah.
Before Kazuma Hatori could speak, Tomoya Tsuji exclaimed "Wow!" with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"You drank it with gusto! Young people should have this kind of spirit!"
This glass of wine seemed to signal the end of the game, and everyone began to casually enjoy the buffet delivered from the upscale restaurant, drinking ordinary beverages or beer.
But just drinking and eating was a bit boring, so Arashiro Junko suggested with a smile that she also invite the Fairy Godmother and the Balloon Clown to join in.
"How about we play Truth or Dare?"
"OK!"
Everyone agreed—but when they looked at Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma, the latter raised his hand with a somewhat helpless expression.
“I probably can’t handle it,” Kazuma Hatori couldn’t help but laugh. “Satoru is too drunk.”
The news was so shocking that after a moment of silence, everyone involuntarily widened their eyes.
"Just that one cup?"
"Just that one cup."
Just moments ago, Tomoya praised Gojo Satoru for "drinking with great flair!" but now he was in a very subtle state of quiet—as if a machine had suddenly malfunctioned and the data stream that was being transmitted at high speed between the chip and the receiver had abruptly stopped and turned into lines of characters flashing "[error]".
The same goes for Gojo Satoru.
The moment that glass of wine went down, before his taste buds could even register the bitterness or astringency in his brain, his usually sharp mind went blank, like an old radio with a bad signal.
He looked dazed, as if his brain was using all its energy to digest the alcohol he had just drunk, and had no time to pay attention to the outside world.
Even when Kazuma Hatori calls his lover's name, he can only get a slow "Eh."
They're just too cute.
But thinking about it carefully, no matter what Wu does, he always finds him adorable, incredibly adorable.
"Shall we go and rest?"
Kazuma Hatake laughed and whispered to the drunkard who could be knocked out by just one drink.
—But pretty little Wu can't stand hearing that!
It was as if a certain keyword triggered a struggle to clear those bewildered eyes.
“What? I only drank this little bit,” Gojo Satoru said sternly. “How could I be confused? Don’t talk nonsense.”
He was just a little stunned, he was definitely not drunk!
Even if his brain is currently out of his control and keeps trying to order him to close his eyes, lie down, and sleep, he will never give in!
"It's just a game, I want to play!"
Those dark eyes defied their body's instincts, staring wide and round, looking exceptionally spirited.
This imposing manner intimidated Kazuma Hatori, who hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Ah, okay."
Gojo Satoru: "Hmm!"
Gojo Satoru: "What game?"
Hatori Kazuma: "...cough."
Kazuma Hatori wanted Satoru, who was at least 80% drunk, to rest, but the other insisted that he wasn't drunk and had to prove himself by playing a game.
Araki Junko, Takashi Mimi, and the others had already started covering their mouths and chuckling.
The boy, who always seemed intelligent, precocious, capable, and responsible, suddenly revealed such a childlike side, which they found extremely endearing.
"Okay, okay, come play, come play—"
Araki Junko smiled and invited everyone to sit together and play Truth or Dare again.
This game is usually played with playing cards. Each player draws a card, and the loser who draws the Joker has to choose between Truth or Dare. The specific answer is decided by the person who draws the Big Joker.
I value luck in drawing cards more than skill in playing the game.
In the first few rounds, Kazuma Hatori and Satoru Gojo didn't draw the Joker card. They just watched as the others emptied their glasses several times or asked some harmless little secrets. Junko Araki even sang a song, which was so good that it felt like being at a concert.
The afternoon had passed, and night was gradually approaching.
Kazuma Hatori knew that Satoru Gojo was trying very hard to prove that he wasn't drunk, but he had seen the other man's head suddenly tilt to the side several times before quickly sitting up straight again.
The pure white fluff that was sticking up also trembled, like a dandelion that was suddenly pressed down by the wind and then lifted up again.
Kazuma Hatori couldn't help but laugh again, but Gojo Satoru noticed it and immediately stared back at him with great force, as if to say—what's wrong? I'm perfectly fine, nothing just happened!
On the other hand, Gojo Satoru is also exceptionally candid.
He sat next to Kazuma Hatake. Taking advantage of the fact that the table blocked the view of others, his left hand, which was closer to Kazuma's, seemed to suddenly have its own ideas. It quietly used two fingers to walk to Kazuma's hand, then groped and grasped it, and held it tightly.
Kazuma Hatori pursed his lips, feeling his heart suddenly pounding rapidly, and his mind igniting a burst of fireworks that filled the starry sky.
He hadn't even had a chance to drink his first beer yet, but he was already fully experiencing the feeling of being "intoxicated."
When Kazuma Hatake looked over, Satoru Gojo gave him a mischievous smile.
Unfortunately, the drunkard was still dazed and not as sober as he insisted. Even his smile had a slightly dazed feel to it, and it didn't look like a wicked smile at all.
However, Gojo Satoru was extremely satisfied.
He liked this kind of birthday party, liked everyone who came to celebrate with him, and liked Ichijin who always looked at him with gentle eyes.
Just thinking about these things was enough to make Gojo Satoru smile and reach out his right hand to draw a card in the new round of Truth or Dare.
"Oh dear, it's a big demon!" Kana Yano clapped her hands with a laugh. "And who's the little demon?"
Kazuma Hatori reveals the imp he drew.
After so many rounds, he and Wu either drew the big ghost or the small ghost.
This is the first time that both the big ghost and the little ghost have been drawn.
"What a coincidence!"
The others applauded this rare opportunity. "Ichijin, or do you choose the dare?"
When Kazuma Hatake drew the Joker card before, he always chose the Big Adventure.
No one would really make things difficult for anyone; at most, you could do a few somersaults on the trampoline in the castle, or have a drink, sing a song, or twist a balloon into a puppy.
The same goes for Gojo Satoru—since everyone could see he was extremely drunk, they didn't even dare let him continue drinking during the dare game.
Now that Wu is specifying the content of his grand adventure, it should be roughly the same.
Even if things went a little too far, Kazuma Hatori would be happy to cooperate.
He nodded: "Yes, I'll choose Truth or Dare."
As he responded, Kazuma Hatake glanced at Satoru Gojo—the other's expression hadn't changed, so he wasn't sure if Satoru was still drunk and powerful.
But Gojo Satoru, who was holding the Big Joker, seemed to be deep in thought, or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all.
When those incredibly beautiful, heavenly eyes lifted from the playing cards in his hand and looked at Kazuma Hagoromo—
He heard Gojo Satoru speak, his voice clear, with a soft, suppressed laugh.
"Say you love me."
Kazuma Hatori's heart skipped a beat.
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