The Sorcerer from the Past

The stealthy jade dog made no sound and appeared in another place in an instant. Its sharp claws dug several deep pits in the ground, but even though it moved quickly, the white-haired figure dodged easily.

The owner of the jade dog was not in a hurry. He passed the strap of the paper bag through his wrist with one hand, and then made another shadow puppet with both hands free.

"Nue."

A huge wind blew in his face, and after a strange cry, a huge nue appeared behind the black-haired young man. It flapped its wings, and the wind it created moved the sand and stones on the ground.

As Nue flew up, the space occupied by the tent seemed a little small. Gojo Satoru raised one hand to block the sharp wind blowing in his face.

He looked relaxed and nonchalant, and when he had some free time to avoid it he turned around and looked in that direction.

The person who was originally standing there has disappeared.

The six eyes spun quickly and soon found the figure moving quickly with the Nue. The man was hiding under the shadow of the Nue, so quiet that he seemed to blend in with it.

Gojo Satoru let out a breath and became a little more serious.

The jade dog's claws hit the target, but it couldn't touch a piece of clothing. Zenin Hui turned the knife in his hand, his eyes recording the opponent's every move.

"Is the venue limiting you, Hui?" Although he knew that the person in front of him was not the one he knew, Gojo Satoru shouted with a very bad taste, "If you can't attack me, what will you do?"

There is an invisible barrier on the smiling man's face. Ordinary attacks cannot even get close to him, let alone really touch him. It is an all-round defense.

This is Rokugan's inherent skill, a technique with no lower limits.

Of course, a close-range attack would be useless, as it would only put him in a more passive position. So Zenin Kei put away his sword and kept a certain distance.

Gojo Satoru was right in saying that Nue was more suitable for use in wide areas, but the purpose of summoning Nue was not to attack.

It's not just the Shikigami who are restricted in their movements.

When Gojo Satoru saw the calm and composed expression on that face, he quickly guessed this. He chuckled and showed a satisfied expression: "As expected of you, it's Kei."

The two summoned shikigami are naturally more powerful than this. Their size is a concrete manifestation of their strength, and the reason for their restraint is that the shikigami's masters don't want to really fight.

"You also realized that something was wrong, so you were holding back." Gojo Satoru turned his head to look, but the jade dog that was flying towards him did not stop.

After narrowly avoiding it, Gojo Satoru patted his chest and sighed, "How cold-hearted!"

Zenin Kei certainly didn't intend to fight to the death, but his plan failed because Rokugan kept dodging and not attacking him.

He needed to see Gojo Satoru's strength, and what he showed now was just the tip of the iceberg. Considering the difference in strength between the two, simply avoiding him was not an option.

So Zen Temple Hui followed his words and said, "It is indeed a venue restriction, but I don't think you can clear the suspicion."

"I've been thought of as someone with evil intentions." Gojo Satoru spread his hands, half-crouched, and exerted force with his feet.

The next second he stepped steadily on the jade dog's head, suppressing it while meeting those light green eyes again.

The controlled jade dog growled a few times, and then its body became ethereal and turned into a "shadow" again.

The nue, which was originally hovering at a low altitude, also disappeared after flapping its wings rapidly.

The last bit of light in the tent was stripped away, and the large shadow seemed to come alive, spreading as fast as a surging tide.

The six eyes captured the changes in the surroundings, but the owner of the eyes did not avoid it. Perhaps it should be said that as long as he was still standing here, as long as there was a shadow under his feet, he would be pulled into the rapidly expanding area.

A cold voice said indifferently: "The field is expanding——"

"The Chimeric Dark Courtyard."

It was a complete realm, with a thick black color that occupied all vision. The originally surging shadows turned into a direct dark sea, churning and trying to drag the people in the realm into a deeper darkness.

Gojo Satoru stood in the midst of the oppressive feeling, and for the first time he felt that sunlight was such a wonderful thing.

It's not fear or jealousy, but the negative feeling that comes with it is real.

He did not expect the person in front of him to directly expand his domain, but because of this accident, Gojo Satoru could clearly see the curse "entangled" on the person in front of him.

The curse has no concrete shape, but it threatens to drag the master of the domain into the black water. This shadowy world seems to have become a hotbed of curses, breeding something terrible.

Among those surging shadows, Gojo Satoru vaguely saw a familiar figure, but the remaining familiar magical power was quickly swallowed up.

Before Liuyan could investigate again, "hands" coming from all directions came up tightly.

Once you are entangled, you will feel like there will never be light.

Zenin Hui did not approach actively. He watched the shadows twist and form new shapes, and after controlling those things to attack, he finally had the mind to ask: "Have you found out? How do I leave?"

005 said nothing at first, but then realized he couldn't hide it, so he gave up and said, "Just wait, there's no way to solve it in a short time."

"This seems to be your mistake." Shika-nin said casually, "We are all Gojo Satoru anyway, so it doesn't matter if we carry out the mission in this world."

"Tsk, whatever you want." Not knowing what he was thinking about, 005 fell silent again.

During this brief conversation, there was movement. After a short silence, a huge amount of cursed energy gushed out.

In the chaos, a white-haired figure with a wanton smile stretched out a hand: "The realm opens up - infinite space."

In a domain, the domain owner's attacks are guaranteed to hit the target. And the only thing that can resist a domain is the domain.

When the two realms collide, the huge impact force calms down the restless shadows.

The moment their eyes met, both of them understood that the other was a strong man who could rival them.

A ray of sunlight shone from above, and then the curled shadows became quiet. As the darkness slowly faded, the tent also broke.

The sun shone down again.

Before the curtain completely faded, Gojo Satoru saw the sunlight shining right on the man's face. As he raised his head slightly, his expression was a little dazed, and he looked very helpless.

"Where is this place?" asked Zen Temple Huiwen.

Although he didn't really fight, he could understand that the person in front of him was a genuine Rokugan. He wouldn't make the best of a bad situation and create more trouble. The most important thing was -

The script is only in the early stages now, and he is still an unexposed villain, and should be in a stage where he has a good relationship with the protagonist.

After seeing the face showing an expression of coming to its senses, Gojo Satoru patted his sleeves and walked forward: "It looks like you know something."

Zenin Kei pondered for a while, then said meaningfully: "There can't be two Rokugan in the world, so you are probably not the Gojo Satoru I know."

"Is it similar to the time control technique? I seem to have gone to the future. Although I have heard of this technique, this is the first time I have seen it." The black-haired young man looked solemn.

Gojo Satoru blinked and said, "There is such an interesting technique. So you are from the past... or another world?"

Although the speculation of the person in front of him was reasonable, if Gojo Satoru did not know, the relationship between him and Hui would not be so unfamiliar, and he would also doubt whether the "Hui" in front of him came from the past or the future.

What's more, this person calls himself "Zenin", which is not wrong, but Megumi Fushiguro definitely would not have the last name Zenin.

There was a flash of confusion in those eyes, and Gojo Satoru smiled, looking forward to the man's reaction when he saw the other "Keiki".

"What does that mean?"

"Okay, that's what I mean. Where are you going? It's already noon, so you should eat first." The white-haired young man returned to his casual look, waved his hand and walked out.

After the jade dog's diligent digging, the open space has become full of pits and grooves. After a brief contemplation, Zenin Hui also followed.

It seemed that they were sure that he was a friend and not an enemy, so the people around him were no longer on guard, but their expressionless faces still showed a sense of strangeness and alienation.

Seeing the host figure out his origins so quickly, 005 felt very mixed emotions. This level of difficulty really wasn't a problem for him...

Zenin Kei did not refuse Gojo Satoru's proposal to have lunch with him, but he was somewhat concerned about the true meaning of Gojo Satoru's words, "This world is very different from what you know."

Apart from the brand new suit, he only had a 005 with many weapons hidden inside, a script that seemed to be blank to others, and a cell phone.

There are few contacts in the phone and the battery is running low.

When Gojo Satoru saw the phone, he went over to take a look. After confirming that the year, month, day, and even time were the same, he became more certain of his guess.

"No matter who you meet in the future, you just need to say that you are from the Zenin family." After dinner, Gojo Satoru specifically reminded him, "But it doesn't matter if you say you are Zenin Kei, after all, Kei's last name is Fushiguro."

"Fushiguro?" Zenin Kei was flipping through the address book on his phone and raised his head when he heard the words.

The white-haired young man at this time was very satisfied because he had eaten two desserts after the meal. Gojo Satoru noticed that the man in front of him was distracted, so he leaned over the table and easily snatched the phone.

There wasn't even a page for contacts. Except for the familiar "Yemo Zhengdao", the others were almost all from the Zen temple.

Looking at the contact number with the words "Zenin Naohito" on the top, Gojo Satoru's smile gradually widened. He ignored Zenin Kei's puzzled look and pressed the dial button.

After a few rings, the call was actually connected.

"Hello?"

Listening to the voice over there, Gojo Satoru confirmed that the person was the current head of the Zenin family, Zenin Naohito. He said casually, "It's really strange that the call was actually connected~"

Hearing the voice from the other end, Zenin Naohito was stunned for a moment before reacting. This contact information was only known to close people, and when he saw the unknown caller number, he was curious about who it was.

"Gojo Satoru? How did you know this number?" Zenin Naohito asked, "Besides, as long as you call, the call will be connected, there is nothing strange about it."

Zenin Hui pursed his lips and sighed softly: "Please give it back to me."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, and seeing that Zenin Naohito didn't hang up the phone, he continued, "Hey - if you want a cell phone, does Kei have anything to say?"

Hearing this question, the black-haired young man actually thought about it seriously. Then he looked at the phone that was specially extended to him and said seriously, "There is nothing to tell you. Sorry to bother you."

This slightly unfamiliar voice made Zenin Naohito fall into deep thought. Although he had never heard this voice before, he knew who the "Megumi" that Gojo Satoru was referring to was.

"Is it Fushiguro Megumi?"

The person on the other end of the phone spoke, and because his name was called incorrectly, the black-haired young man lowered his head and insisted on explaining: "No, it's me, Zenin Kei."

"Ah?" Zenin Naohito was stunned and sobered up all of a sudden.

But before he could ask further questions, the other end suddenly hung up the phone after saying sorry. When he called again, the call was no longer connected.

Zenin Naohito rubbed his forehead, remembering the black-haired boy who had rejected his invitations many times. And now he actually called himself Zenin...

"What a boring prank." The head of the Zen temple said in a low voice.

Although he said it was a prank, Zenin Naobi actually arranged people to investigate.

On the other side, looking at the cell phone that turned off automatically due to lack of battery, Zenin Hui sighed softly.

Looking at the fluffy head, Gojo Satoru supported his chin with a good mood.