This person just snapped his fingers inexplicably, and then not far from him, the "thing" that had just attacked with a strong wind suddenly burst like a balloon.

Although they have never seen this before, for some reason, young people feel that they have almost become accustomed to such scenes.

At least he thought that the explosion of that "thing" just now was not a strange thing.

When the man came closer, he could see his appearance clearly.

The man had short white hair that looked a bit spiky, and his eyes were tied up with bandages. Despite this, the lower half of his face was extremely handsome.

He was wearing a dark blue uniform, and the slim fit made his legs look particularly long - which they were.

The young man looked up at the man approaching him, estimated the height difference between himself and him, and puffed his cheeks a little.

——He looks to be at least 1.9 meters tall.

"Good afternoon--" The man came over and raised his hand to greet her with a very natural expression.

good afternoon.

The young man still wasn't used to being silent, and he subconsciously opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to respond.

As always, no sound was uttered.

The man watched his movements, raised his hand to touch his chin, and suddenly bent down to move closer to him.

"My name is Gojo Satoru. What's your name?" Gojo Satoru introduced himself without hesitation, and asked his name as if he didn't notice that the young man wanted to reply but didn't say anything.

Since the last time he opened his mouth was very recent, the young man pointed to his mouth and made a big "x" to indicate that he was unable to speak.

After understanding what he meant, Gojo Satoru looked around, broke off a branch from the wishing tree next to him, and pointed at the ground and said, "Write it out."

The young man didn't feel anything was wrong. He nodded, took the branch and started gesturing on the ground.

The result was of course unsuccessful.

How could it be possible to write with an ordinary and soft branch on a cement floor that was not clean but not dirty enough to write on?

The young man raised his head innocently and looked at the standing man.

Gojo Satoru thought for another two seconds, turned around, scooped up a bucket of water from the well next to him, and placed it next to the young man.

The young man followed suit, dipped a branch in water, rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was ready to do something big.

Then, his hands stayed on the ground motionless.

Because he found out...he couldn't seem to remember his own name either.

The water on the branches slowly slid down and left a wet mark on the concrete floor, but the young man did not make a second move until the water was almost dried by the sun.

Seeing this scene, anyone would understand what is going on and would be sensible enough to say something like “It’s okay if you don’t want to say it.”

Although the young man truly forgot his name, the above statement is under normal circumstances.

As luck would have it, Gojo Satoru is a special case.

Because he just stood there patiently, or rather, he was not patient with the young man, but just patiently waiting for an answer.

After a while, the young man hesitantly wrote down a Chinese character:

"spine".

Gojo Satoru was quite familiar with this word, so when he saw this word, he first raised his eyebrows and "looked" at him with some surprise.

The reason why the word "see" is put in quotation marks is because his eyes were blinded by the bandage. Out of common sense, Ji was a little doubtful whether he could see anything.