The curse of carrying

After a phone call was made, a black car soon stopped in front of the two people.

"Oh my god, are you actually being lazy?" Gojo Satoru bent down, and his smiling face made the people in the car sweat profusely.

Ijichi wiped his forehead and whispered, "Mr. Gojo, is there something important you're talking about?"

The white-haired young man greeted another person, and then got into the car first. The worker who was pulled in as a driver during work dared not say anything, but after the other person got in the car, Yijizhi saw the man's appearance clearly through the rearview mirror.

"I have a place to live." The black-haired young man lowered his head and adjusted his wide sleeves.

As the car door closed, Ijichi was caught off guard by a pair of green, sarcastic eyes: "Fushiro-san?"

It's not his fault that he was surprised, this guy looks just like Fushiguro. The reason why he said he looks like him instead of saying he's the real him is because you can tell at a glance that his age is wrong.

But as soon as the name came out of his mouth, the black-haired young man frowned subconsciously, seeming a little unhappy.

Ichichi was good at reading people's expressions, and after noticing that the man was unhappy, he kept silent. But to his surprise, he was not blamed, and the man exhaled and corrected himself.

"It's Zenin. You can call me Zenin Kei."

"Oh, I see." Ijichi nodded quickly, looked at Gojo Satoru's excited expression, and wiped the sweat from his forehead feeling tired.

Although I am curious, the current situation is not suitable for asking.

As the car started, the bustling streets slowly left behind. Gojo Satoru finally got some peace and quiet in the car, with only the occasional voice of Ijichi reporting on the mission.

Zenin Kei looked at the scenery outside the car window and, relying on her senses, opened the script on her knees with one hand.

The owner of the Zen temple had countless businesses under his name, and even the entire Zen temple belonged to him. But now, not only did he not carry any cards or cash, but even his cell phone was useless.

The master of the Zen temple, who once had no worries about food and clothing and even lived a comfortable life, had no money to pay the bill after dinner.

Even though Gojo Satoru treated them, the black-haired young man felt awkward and pursed his lips without saying a word since he got on the car.

He had nowhere to go.

The argument he made when he got on the bus was just talk.

"The school provides dormitories. Just tell Ijichi if you need anything." Gojo Satoru looked out the window and said casually.

Before the owner could answer, Ichichi, who was driving, quickly responded, "Yes, please don't be afraid to bother me, just tell me if you have anything to say."

The only sound coming from the quiet car was the rustling of papers. As the car drove towards a more and more remote location, a corner of the building could be seen in the distance.

The Jujutsu High School is located in a remote place. If you don’t have any means of transportation, it would take half a day to walk there.

After arriving at the school, the car stopped in front of a long stone staircase. To go up, you need to hike.

After getting off the bus, the white-haired figure stretched out his arms and said, "Where are Yuhito and the others? How long will it take for them to come back?"

Before answering, Ijichi glanced at the black-haired figure. The man was already standing in front of the stairs, and only his back could be seen from this direction.

"Well, as for that classmate Yuji, he probably won't be back until evening." Ijichi raised his glasses and sighed imperceptibly.

It was Gojo-san who had arranged the mission, but now they were asking him the question.

The trees on both sides of the road were very lush, casting a whole area of ​​shade on the long steps. Standing in front of the steps, Zenin Kei stopped and looked for a while.

After the people behind him came over, Zenin Hui turned around and asked, "Can we go in? Cursed spirits that are not recorded by the barrier should not be allowed in."

Gojo Satoru had never expected that the person in front of him was so thoughtful. After pausing for a moment, he quickened his pace and walked ahead: "Who knows? Let's give it a try."

Although this was insignificant knowledge that any sorcerer would know, Gojo Satoru still put aside his doubts.

At the end of the stairs is a wooden building. A man wearing sunglasses is waiting in front with his hands behind his back.

The expressionless face looked a little serious, but when he saw Gojo Satoru waving with a smile on his face, the seriousness turned into helplessness: "Satoru, this is not a joke, but a very important matter."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru also stopped smiling and put on a serious expression: "I know, I know, but wouldn't you be happy if there was one more teacher in the high school?"

Yega Masamichi was not in a hurry to answer this question. He looked behind Gojo Satoru and saw the person who was walking forward slowly.

"Principal Nightmoth." The black-haired young man nodded politely.

I don't know why, but the tension in my heart suddenly relaxed. Maybe it was because the person in front of me looked more reliable than Gojo Satoru, or maybe it was because he looked exactly like that well-behaved student, Fushiguro Megumi.

"This... what is your name?" Yega Masamichi coughed and gave Gojo Satoru a subtle look.

"It's Zenin, Zenin Kei." Gojo Satoru deliberately misunderstood and answered proactively.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao looked at the person in front of him and nodded, then he said thoughtfully: "Zen monastery?"

"Yes." Zenin Kei nodded again.

Yega Zhengdao held his forehead with one hand, and said apologetically: "I am not questioning your identity, Mr. Zenyuan. But the college will not recruit another teacher without any formalities."

This is already a euphemism, after all, there is no record of the sorcerer Zenin Kei in the sorcery world. Not only can he not be a teacher, but because he has the power but no identity certificate, it is very easy for him to be mistaken for a curse caster.

The hands hanging in the sleeves clenched slightly, and the teacher's uniform in the white paper bag protested silently. But after a moment of silence, Zenyuan Hui just said: "Just call me Zenyuan, Principal Yega."

"It's just an identity proof. It's too easy." Gojo Satoru said, waving his hands. "Those high-ranking officials would love to have thugs to command them. It's just a formality to assess it."

That's indeed what he said, but looking at the face that was exactly the same as that of high school student Megumi Fushiguro, Yaga Masamichi couldn't help but worry.

"So, Zenin, what is your relationship with Fushiguro Megumi?" Yega Masamichi coughed lightly and said seriously.

If it is related to Fushiguro Megumi, then the explanation for the higher-ups would make sense. However, the name Zenin is a bit tricky.

"Yes..." Chanyuan Hui looked at the two people's gazes and was about to speak when a shout came from below the stairs.

"Five-Teacher-"

The originally solemn atmosphere was suddenly diluted, and several people subconsciously looked down, and a black and white creature waved vigorously.

"It's Panda."

"It's Panda."

A panda taller than a human was walking upright on two legs and speaking human language as it ran towards us.

Zenin Hui looked at the panda, recalling the plot she had read in the script not long ago.

[A mutated cursed skeleton created by the high school principal, Masamichi Yaga. During a mission, it went out of control and caused dozens of casualties. Later, due to the private affair of the high school principal, the panda was saved, but was sealed forever.]

[A completely independent Curse Corpse that can think independently, with a hideous and ferocious appearance, strong attack power and cannot be controlled. ]

The panda mentioned in the script is completely different from the furry image with a simple smile in front of you.

Zenin Hui looked at the panda's head that was approaching quickly, narrowed his eyes with a hint of surprise, and then looked back calmly.

"Hui?" The panda shouted first, and then opened his arms exaggeratedly.

After comparing them up and down, the panda confirmed its guess, so it gave the person in front of it a big hug.

This intimate action made the black-haired young man very uncomfortable, and the creature in the shadow was ready to attack the "prey" that suddenly approached.

But at the critical moment when the shadow was about to jump out, a hand was placed on the shoulder of the shadow's owner. Zenyuan Huihun tensed up and did not attack the person in front of him after being reminded.

"It's been such a short time since we last met, Hui has grown so tall." The panda put down the person in front of him with a big smile on his face, "But he's still very light, it would be better if he gained some weight."

Maki, who was a step behind, also came forward. She looked at the uneasy black-haired young man and frowned, "Take a closer look. Is this Hui?"

Fushiguro Megumi, a junior high school student, was only 15 years old. The man in front of them was at least an adult, and was even close to the age of their teacher Gojo Satoru.

After observing it for a while, Gojuanji nodded vigorously: "Salmon."

The panda realized it belatedly, and he widened his already small eyes in disbelief: "So... you are!"

"You must be Fushiguro's father!"

"Hahaha, what an interesting idea." Gojo Satoru laughed, then thought of something and frowned, "But Hui Ke is much more likable than that annoying guy."

After straightening his collar, Chanyuan Hui looked at the people above him and said calmly, "I am Chanyuan Hui. Please give me your guidance."

After a brief silence, a startling "Ah" startled the birds in the trees beside the road.

The panda gestured with its hands, pointing at Maki and then at the person who called himself Zenin Kei.

They look so much alike, more alike than father and son.

"So..." After a while of contemplation, the panda thought he had figured out the correct answer, "So you are Megumi Fushiguro's biological brother!"

Zenin Kei did not refute, perhaps it should be said that he was not good at dealing with this kind of situation where he was surrounded.

This silence was seen as tacit agreement by several people, but Maki's attention was focused on the word "Zenin".

Although she had been away from the Zenin family for a long time, Maki was sure that there was no such person in the Zenin family.

With its furry paws pushing from behind, Zenin Hui raised one hand to support his forehead. He was hesitant and was about to say something when the smiling panda suddenly stopped.

The panda moved quickly. He tore off the curse spirit that was entangled on the white wrist, threw it to the ground quickly, and slapped the stone floor with his big palm, cracking it.

This operation was so fast that Zenin Hui had no time to react. He only heard a sharp cry in his mind: "Ah!"

After picking up 005 from the ground, Zenin Hui gave a rare serious explanation. But after the explanation, the expressions of the others became more complicated.

"You did it on purpose—" 005 said with a complaining tone.

While answering questions from others, Zenin Kei replied in his heart: "No, I don't."

It was a pity that 005's consciousness and the body of the cursed spirit did not seem to be connected. After all, the pain of the two could not be communicated.

But looking at it this way, 005, who screamed out of sheer shock, was really cowardly.

There are many dormitories in the technical college to choose from, but under the recommendation of someone with a mysterious smile, Zenin Hui chose a room in the middle.

After completing the mission, the three pandas returned to their rooms to rest. However, they knew a shocking secret and couldn't sit still today.

When they learned that Megumi Fushiguro didn't know this important news, they planned to hold a recognition ceremony for the two.

After coaxing and tricking the person into going to the playground, the few people left in a mysterious manner.

The playground was very large, and in one corner there were many training props. While waiting for the others to finish their training, Zenin Hui walked around the playground.

Finally, he sat on the steps, looked up at the sun, and after determining the approximate time, his light green eyes slowly closed.

It was a short rest, but also a time to concentrate. In short, the outside world could not disturb him for a short time, just like falling asleep.

According to the known plot, Shika Shinobu imitated and recreated the past of "Zenin Kei". In that real experience, he lived as Zenin Kei.

At this moment, it no longer felt like an act, but like he was the real person. But the important details were blurred, and the memories were left blank on purpose, like pearls that suddenly broke off the string, and could not be connected together.

After a long sigh, the person who had been concentrating with his eyes closed slowly opened them. The sunlight that was above his head had already set in the west without knowing when.

I could hear a conversation, and amid the conversation I could hear a few laughs and puzzled "ehs".

In his sight, the pink-haired boy just looked at him. He smiled brightly and waved his hand.

But what reached my ears was not a friendly greeting, but a sharp and piercing curse of hatred.

[Zenin Kei, why didn't you save me? You who claim to be the strongest, turned out to be a waste. 】

[Then I curse you, you will never be treated sincerely. Even if you get it, you will lose it immediately.]

The curse of hatred seemed to be engraved deep in the soul, and a cold feeling crept up from the bottom of the feet. The pink-haired boy with a brilliant smile was covered in blood in the next second, looking at him with hatred.

It felt like her neck was being held tightly, making it impossible for her to breathe. Zenin Hui sat up straight, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

But he also realized that, just as Gojo Satoru said, he was indeed "cursed".

The pink-haired boy in front of me was never mentioned in the script, but the curse this person carries is related to him.