Chapter 012: Kagome becomes a policeman

Gojo Satoru came to him not because of any news about the seam, but to give him a pair of glasses.

Chidori took it with doubt, and heard Gojo Satoru explain: "This is a curse tool, which can allow ordinary people to see the curse."

He paused as he was about to put it on, then remained silent for a moment, nodded to Gojo Satoru, but still chose not to put it on.

Noticing Gojo Satoru's confusion, Chidori shook her head, not intending to explain, but just put her glasses away.

The technical high school uniforms were of very good quality, and the trouser pockets were very deep, which could hold a lot of things. Gojo Satoru could see that the handcuffs were also placed in the pockets.

"Come to think of it, why don't you have a gun?" Gojo Satoru asked casually, asking whatever he thought of.

The unexpected movement of the person next to him, even if it was quickly covered up, could not escape the capture of the six eyes.

"Even the police can't carry guns all the time." Chidori answered gently, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, but didn't ask any more questions. He said something else: "I have already done what you said. Jie's tomb has been built."

His voice was very calm, as if he was just doing something as normal as eating and sleeping.

Even if it was fake, what would Gojo Satoru think when he saw the name on the tombstone?

Chidori glanced at him, thought for a moment, and took something out of his pocket. He clenched his fist and signaled Gojo Satoru to open his hand.

Gojo Satoru looked at him in silence. He had clearly seen what it was with his Rokugan, he had clearly seen the emotions of the person in front of him, and he had clearly guessed what was going to happen next.

But he still stretched out his hands, palms facing up, so that even though his eyes were covered, he could still feel that gaze.

A candy wrapped in colorful cellophane fell into Gojo Satoru's palm. The edge of the cellophane scratched his skin. It didn't hurt, but it was very itchy, making him subconsciously hold his hand.

Realizing that Gojo Satoru had not gone too far, Chidori's smile became gentler. He began to explain, "The waiter gave it to me at the dessert shop last time. I guess it's strawberry flavored. It suits you very well."

Gojo Satoru puffed up his lips, opened the candy at random and threw it into his mouth, mumbling, "It tastes like strawberry milk."

The two didn't chat for long because Gojo Satoru had to hurry to do his next mission.

Chidori frowned slightly and blurted out a question: "Are you the only one working in the entire magic world?"

Maybe he shouldn't have said that. After coming to this world, he has been consciously distancing himself from Gojo Satoru.

He is Geto Suguru and the other is Gojo Satoru, but they are not the close friends who accompanied each other in their memories.

However, if emotions could be controlled at will, then we would not be human.

No matter how intensely he worked, Satoru in his world would never schedule his 24 hours a day to the fullest.

If that's the case, the first people to object would probably be the fans who love Gojo Satoru.

But...in this world, no one seems to think there is anything wrong with Gojo Satoru's schedule.

How could Japan have so many special-grade or first-grade cursed spirits? Some of them could have been allocated to other sorcerers, but they were all given to Gojo Satoru.

"It doesn't matter. I'm the strongest. Just leave it to me." Gojo Satoru seemed to have misunderstood. He put his hands on his hips and said proudly.

He thought Chidori was worried that these missions would harm other people, and she spoke with such confidence that it gave him a sense of security.

"Satoru, being too honest will lead to being bullied," Chidori said earnestly, "Even if Gojo Satoru takes a day off, the world of Jujutsu won't be destroyed, right?"

He frowned as he spoke, his tone naturally sounding a bit harsh, just like when he had been scolding Gojo Satoru who had been staying up late.

Gojo Satoru finally understood what Chidori meant. He scratched his head as if he was at a loss, but the next moment he turned back into the strongest in the world of sorcery.

"It doesn't matter. The more I do, the more chances those people have of surviving," Gojo Satoru shrugged, his voice a little cold. "The adult world is very cruel. You always have to take some responsibility."

Gojo Satoru is the strongest, so just leave it to him. This is a common understanding among almost everyone in the world of sorcery, and even Gojo Satoru himself doesn't seem to have any objection.

Chidori fell silent. He realized that this was not just a question of whether Gojo Satoru was willing or not, but a burden that should not have been borne solely by him, as it was completely borne by the confident and arrogant man in front of him.

Gojo Satoru reached out and lifted up a corner of his bandage, revealing a pair of brilliant, clear, blue eyes, and his gaze fell on Chidori without blinking.

"Did you do this on purpose?" He suddenly spoke in a cold voice, as if he had suddenly turned into the Son of God sitting high above the clouds.

After the six eyes' sight was unmasked, all that was left was the cold, inhuman feeling of being seen through from the inside out, like a medical machine.

It's as if he's looking down from a height that's impossible to see. Under such a gaze, it's inevitable that people will feel fear in their hearts.

But Chidori just tilted her head, and even thought absentmindedly, the ends of her bun brushed across her neck and felt a little itchy, maybe he changed the cut of his hair.

He knew what Gojo Satoru was talking about. Others didn't know, but Gojo Satoru knew very well that he was just an ordinary person.

They are ordinary people who have negative emotions that accumulate into cursed spirits, and in Gojo Satoru's eyes, Chidori has just as many negative emotions.

He thought that Geto was someone who didn't understand danger and reason, so the only option for him to indulge in his negative emotions was to do it intentionally.

This person had actually witnessed the existence of cursed spirits not long ago, and the negative emotions that he had been well controlled were now clearly overflowing.

"I won't do anything that would harm you." Chidori spoke slowly, and that was all he said.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was still worried, he sighed and continued, "It is said that cursed spirits will take on different appearances depending on negative emotions. I... am just a little curious. Don't worry, I know my limits."

Chidori smiled with her eyebrows curved, and there was no sign that he was a person who was using his negative emotions to create a cursed spirit.

And with the glasses, he can do even more.

The two looked at each other for a long time. After another breeze blew, Gojo Satoru put down his hands and covered his eyes.

The terrifying feeling of oppression disappeared, and Gojo Satoru did not comment on Chidori's words, but he also did not intend to stop her.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, he really couldn't stay any longer, and before leaving he said that he would always keep an eye on the situation at the tomb.

Chidori looked at his back. Even though he was wearing a technical high school uniform, he knew very well that he could not fight alongside Gojo Satoru.

He rubbed his fingers again, a subconscious action when he could no longer suppress certain emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

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"Nanako, are we going to follow what's written here?"

The long-haired girl in a sailor dress held a doll in her arms and spoke hesitantly.

Nanako, who was wearing a short skirt, was on her phone. When she heard this, she looked up and said decisively, "Of course! This is a code that only Master Geta knows. We just need to follow Master Geta's instructions."

She put away her phone, hugged her sister, and said softly but seriously, "Mimiko, we were unable to help Master Geto before, so we must do something for him this time."

Just now, they received a code word known only to Geto, indicating that he was not in serious condition and just needed to hide the fact that he was still alive.

Moreover, Geto Suguru also told them what to do, and this time, no matter what, they had to do it with all their strength.

"We are just looking for someone, Mimiko. We must perform well. Master Getsu said that we are likely to be watched."

The two people looked at each other, with unshakable determination in their eyes. Since Geto Suguru brought them out of the sea of ​​fire, they should do something for him.

…

Manami Suda felt a headache looking at the report of Pansei Cult in her hand. Logically, after there was no trace of Geto, they should have dispersed.

All of these people who gathered around Geto Suguru were gathered together because of him.

Because of admiration for his righteousness and ideals, or perhaps simply because of the person that is Geto Suguru, she is willing to become his family member, sharing life and death with him, and stay by the side of this lonely man.

Although the guy said before that if they failed, they would just disband and do what they want.

But...how could she be at ease? Manami Suda thought that she was not an impulsive person, and certainly didn't think that she could fulfill Geto's great cause.

But at least, she wants to preserve the Pansei Cult where they live and depend on, and keep the traces of Geto Suguru.

As long as they still remember, as long as this place still exists, does that mean that Geto Suguru is still alive in this world?

But her strength was not that strong, and it was indeed a bit difficult for her to stabilize the others.

So why should I make trouble for myself? She sighed and picked up the vibrating phone. After seeing what it was, the report in her hand fell to the ground.

The usually elegant and steady man was now trembling. After a while, he murmured to himself, "I'm still alive. It's... so good."

After finally calming down and looking at the content of the request, Manami rubbed her brows. This guy always gave her some difficult questions.

The report that had given her a headache just now was stepped on by her high heels. Even though she looked tired, she couldn't help but show some joy.

Well, let's help him one more time. He's such a worrying idiot.

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Chidori put away her phone, stood up and stretched her limbs after sitting for so long.

He believed that the stitching would not endure too much, and after they confirmed the danger of the stitching, the stitching itself would notice that Geto Suguru was not in the grave at all.

Therefore, some preparations still need to be made in advance.

Forgive him for not wanting to call that person by his name, he thought the name Seam was a good one.

Satoru is already busy enough, and Geto has his own selfish agenda, so Chidori decides to act alone.

In the world of magic, one cannot move forward without power. Even Chidori, who has just arrived, has realized this.

What can an ordinary person do?

Perhaps Chidori has to ask himself this question. Just as he understands his own strength, he also knows what he can do.

He checked the time and took out two bowls of instant noodles from the shopping bag beside him, which were given to him by the students not long ago.

The location of the technical college is too remote, so neither express nor take-out can deliver anything here, which results in very few things here.

In a school that cannot keep up with the times, has almost no educational resources, and cannot even protect its students, do those students really come here voluntarily?

Or do they have no other choice? What should he do to change the situation?

Chidori thought about this as she walked into the small room where Kayu Kei was imprisoned, and made noodles very naturally.

Xia Youjie naturally ignored his existence and even moved away a little bit, not wanting to get close to him.

After finishing the noodles, Chidori pushed another portion in front of Geto. Geto stared at the noodles, seeming to be hesitating.

He had eaten half of it when he noticed that Geto was still hesitating, so he decisively took the portion back and ate it himself.

"Hey, you!" Xia Yujie couldn't help but speak out as he looked at the calm person in front of him.

Chidori took a bite slowly, then looked at him and said, "I thought you didn't like it. Sorry, I only brought two servings. The monkey has eaten this one, so you can't eat it either."

No emotion could be seen on Xia Yujie's expressionless face, and then he looked away, obviously not intending to argue about this with Chidori.

After Chidori finished eating leisurely, he cleaned up and took out the cursed glasses given to him by Gojo Satoru from his pocket.

Kagome obviously recognized what it was. He gave a mocking laugh, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Chidori:

"Let me see more cursed spirits, let me feel more dangers of curses, let me experience the danger of the edge of life and death."

An ordinary person can be killed by even the weakest cursed spirit, and it seems that there is no room for resistance at all.

...But so what? If you can't see it, use tools. If you are afraid, make it a habit. Use everything you can to fight it.

Even though this was just a struggle of the monkey to the sorcerer, perhaps everything he did could not be compared to a casual attack from the sorcerer.

He never thought that he was weaker than anyone else. Ordinary people had their own ways, and the reason why humans could stand at the top of the food chain was not entirely because of talent.

For the goal in his heart, for the new world he wants to see, he can do it and he will do it.