The Constraints of Speech

[If you don’t know why you are living, go to a technical college. ]

The words floated in my mind like feathers. Then, that familiar face smiled again.

As soon as I closed my eyes, blurry images flashed through my mind like a slide show. Amidst the chaos, the man with short pink hair held his head and said in pain.

"Why wasn't I the one who died?!"

The ground was littered with broken limbs and corpses, and dark blood was splattered everywhere. The man, with blood on his hands, smiled a smile uglier than crying, and then said in despair: "Zenyuan, you shouldn't have saved me."

These memories seem like I have experienced them personally, but when I try hard to think about them, what happened afterwards becomes blurry.

Zenin Hui opened his eyes, looked at the cloudless sky outside, and continued to sit motionless.

Not far from the window, there was a sudden sound, like the dull sound of something being slammed hard into the ground.

The fragments that suddenly flashed through his mind were memories from the past. They didn't seem to come to him by chance, but rather like a system that had been playing dumb for too long and deliberately made him remember them out of guilt.

The fingers that were holding the table curled up and then tapped the table lightly. After thinking for a long time, relying on those clues, Lu Ninja pieced together the most likely truth.

〖You said that the protagonist is not Gojo Satoru. The protagonist is Yuji Itadori.〗

But why is there no record of the protagonist Yuji Itadori in the script? This can only mean that either he did not live to meet Yuji Itadori, or Yuji Itadori is already dead.

Judging from their ages, Itadori is about the same age as him, and as they are both high school teachers, how could they not know each other?

This means that Yuji Itadori’s death is related to him.

It is not feasible for a story to lack a protagonist. In other words, it is possible that the death of the protagonist leads to the failure of the "mission".

Lu Ninja showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. After thinking from another perspective, he quickly realized the truth.

If he were the [tasker], and due to some negligence the protagonist died, what would he do?

According to the rules of this world, if the tasker was him, he would curse the dead without hesitation.

Even if it becomes a curse, as long as there is still consciousness and the ability to move, the rules have not been broken.

Zenin Kei rested his chin on one hand, a smile on his face. It was an expression of relief after discovering the truth.

[I am the one who cursed Yuji, right?]

"I'm even more curious about your previous host." Lu Shinobi chuckled and touched 005's head with his free hand.

There is no such thing as a previous host. The big devil who did all kinds of evil and disrupted the balance of the world was just one person from the beginning to the end.

The mission issued is to allow the host to establish a good relationship with the protagonist as a member of the protagonist group.

But after the protagonists of several worlds died inexplicably, 005 discovered the true identity of his host.

"Mission failed? I didn't intervene personally. He will die - isn't it because of his own lack of strength?" The big devil said indifferently with a faint smile on his face.

With cold sweat dripping down his face, 005 still remembers the creepy feeling of being controlled.

Yes, his host did not personally cause the protagonist's death. But this does not mean that it has nothing to do with him.

Although the host is the protagonist's friend, he somehow becomes the villain. Now, seeing the host, who is supposed to be the villain, is about to become the villain again, 005 is overwhelmed.

Who suggested that Shika-nin be rebellious and that we just need to do the opposite?

Now it seems that he really hates people with bad personalities.

Seeing that 005 did not answer, Zenin Hui frowned a little disappointedly. He stood up and walked towards the window while flexing his wrists.

Then he supported himself on the windowsill with one hand and jumped down from the building.

The sharp dagger pierced into the neck, dark liquid splashed, and most of the long pink hair was stained with blood, making him look hideous.

Zenin Naoya felt a little bit of satisfaction from the sneak attack from behind. He grinned and sneered, "Special grade cursed spirit? What a waste!"

As the dagger was pulled out, Curse, who had lost his support, staggered and fell to the ground. His body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and there was a fist-sized gap on his chest.

The wounds will not heal, but the curse will not die from "excessive blood loss". However, the wounds caused by the curse tool make him feel pain.

Yuji knelt down with his brows furrowed, coughing and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. He raised his head, his eyes unfocused, but he was still searching for something.

As the main attacker, Toudou Aoi was a little uncomfortable with the sudden attack of Zenin Naoya during the fight. I don't know why, even though I know that there is a curse in front of me that must be removed, I still feel a little hesitant when I see that familiar face.

"Even if it's a cursed spirit, the battle should be fair." Toudou Aoi clenched her fingers and stood in front of Zenin Naoya. "Besides, you don't need to be hindered here."

There were quite a few people watching, but most of them remained silent. Although the exorcism ceremony went smoothly, the scene was too cruel.

That special curse accepted the attack completely. Not only did it not resist, but it also controlled itself from healing.

Now he was kneeling in a rage, with the ground cracked all around him, giving people a desolate and sad feeling.

After listening to what Todou Aoi said, Zenin Naoya looked at her coldly, and he raised the corners of his lips in a sarcastic smile.

He then stabbed the dagger in his hand quickly, making a few holes, and then raised his chin slightly with satisfaction.

"Are you sympathizing with the cursed spirits? It's ridiculous that a sorcerer would say such a thing."

Fushiguro Megumi clenched his fists tightly and pursed his lips. He looked at the situation over there and looked away reluctantly.

"Too mean..." Goujuanji patted the shoulders of the two people in front of him and said comfortingly.

"What's that! If you want to get rid of it, do it quickly." Nagizaki No Rose cursed. She rolled up her sleeves, but the panda held her tightly.

The white-haired young man took off his sunglasses, and his sapphire eyes fell on Zenoin Naoya, who was stunned.

Gojo Satoru walked forward, stood in the middle, and raised one hand as if to attack.

Yuji faced the six eyes with complex emotions. Even though his body had begun to slowly disappear and was about to be eliminated, he still forced himself to smile.

Gojo Satoru finally couldn't keep a straight face, so he asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Yuji thought about it seriously, then let out a sigh, "If it's not Kei, that would be great. But I'm sorry..."

Zenin Naoya sensed the danger, and although he was not satisfied, he still took a few steps back and walked out of Gojo Satoru's attack range.

The kneeling curse became "being alone", like a fleeting falling leaf that could float away at any time.

Gojo Satoru saw the apology in those eyes and replied softly, "I've done my best, Yuji."

"Really..." Yuji raised his head and looked at the bright sky.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sunlight was not glaring. In a trance, Yuji felt a hint of warmth.

"The road ahead is blocked." Jiujiu Yuki stood at the intersection and smiled at the newcomers. "Please don't make things difficult for everyone, Mr. Zenin."

The young man with long black hair was not wearing a high school teacher's uniform, but simply a wide-sleeved kimono. A low-level cursed spirit was coiled around his neck, and it was looking up at the people around it.

Jiujiu Yuki did not give in. When she noticed the black-haired young man approaching, she blocked his path.

Taking another step forward would mean becoming an enemy of the others present. Zenin Kei raised his head, looking past the people in front of him, and saw Gojo Satoru's back, and the curse that looked up at the sky, seemingly giving up resistance.

Zenin Naohito also took a few steps forward, and said in a serious tone that would not brook any refusal: "Keiko, leave this to Gojo Satoru."

Zenin Hui did not answer, but he did not move forward either. He watched the curse gradually disappear, and then suddenly smiled.

Gojo Satoru noticed something, and he frowned and turned back. But when he met those light green eyes, the bad feeling in his heart was magnified several times: "Don't come over, Hui."

Others also realized that something was wrong, and Yaga Masamichi and Zenin Naohito formed a new line of defense. However, the person who was blocked by layers of obstacles did not step forward, he just spoke with a clear goal.

"Hihito Knotweed - don't die."

The voice passed by, just a simple sentence, and the curse that was about to disappear suddenly burst out with powerful power.

The huge hole in his chest and the deep and shallow wounds on his body all healed in an instant.

The ten fingers twisted and became sharper, and the unfocused eyes became dark and deep. With just a few words, the special curse that bound and formed a complete body was revealed in front of everyone.

"Get out of the way!" Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, reminded the others, and then raised his hand without hesitation.

"The technique is in reverse order——Cang!"

A huge explosion sounded, and all the well-trained sorcerers present cooperated in an orderly manner.

Someone tried to set up a tent, but after a series of sharp cries, the nue interrupted the tent.

The master of the shikigami is deeply trapped in the circle.

The fully manifested special curse had no self-awareness. He lost control and indiscriminately attacked those around him, but soon a large area of ​​black spread out from under his feet.

The shadow became a constraint, controlling its movements while slowly engulfing it.

"Zenin Kei! Are you going to betray us and abandon your identity as a sorcerer?" Zenin Naoya shouted with a gloating smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation became extremely serious.

The surroundings cleared up a space, and as everyone avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, Zenin Kei met Gojo Satoru's gaze directly.

The face was very solemn, and the white-haired young man rarely restrained his casual attitude. He raised his hand again: "Hui, this is your last chance, don't come over."

Even if Yuji really turned into the new Curse King, as the strongest, he would not lose. He was just afraid that the person in front of him would repeat the same mistake as before.

On that busy street, Gojo Satoru hesitated. He then ran away from his best friend and eventually saw his friend's body.

He will not hesitate again, nor will he repeat the tragedy of that year.