Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

Gojo Satoru, once the strongest magician in the world.

Although he has made remarks such as "I hate orthodoxy" more than once, in fact, like Spider-Man, he follows the concept of "with great power comes great responsibility".

He is both the strongest and the most tired.

If he hadn't comprehended the reversal technique and evolved it into a passive permanent skill to continuously compensate for the consumption of mental and physical energy, Gojo Satoru would have ended up worse than Zhuge Kongming, working overtime until he died of overwork at a young age.

Now that the entire spell system has been completely destroyed, Gojo Satoru's responsibilities and passive skills no longer exist. There is no need to spin around day and night, and there is no support from passive skills.

So he started to go into lie-down mode.

Starting from ten hours of sleep a day, sleeping until three o'clock in the morning is the basis. He also has to take a nap at noon. If he accidentally sleeps together, he will be in a dark place, as if he really wants to make up for the lost sleep.

You can’t be the strongest magician, but you can’t be the strongest cultist... Juehuang is not bad either!

——Gojo Satoru himself said this.

However, Gojo Satoru wanted to be the "Awakening Emperor", but the outside world did not agree.

The world is undergoing earth-shaking changes because of Mingli, the "super-large catfish". It is unreasonable for you, once the strongest and Mingli's number one ally, to hide in a small building and become one.

Therefore, there is the "wake up" service of Noctua Zhengdao.

Before Noctua took the right path, there were others who came to call Zao Zao.

So Gojo Satoru very calmly brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed clothes and styled his hair in front of the teacher - without the signature "no lower limit" technique, he could not style his hair casually, he had to rely entirely on himself.

Fortunately, I, Gojo Satoru, am naturally beautiful, and I don’t need to be as graceful as Rejoice, so I look like a beautiful landscape.

Putting up a retro middle-parted head, Gojo Satoru grinned in the mirror, showing two big white teeth, which made Noctua Moth speechless and dizzy for a while.

Hey, sunglasses can’t stop you. Is this bastard a human-shaped flash bomb?

It's okay when there's a spell, but why do you still dodge like this without a spell? How much does God prefer this guy? Blind?

However, when he thought about the existence of elves and another existence that was not a "living god", he could only sigh helplessly.

This world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"Give up, I can't understand even with my 'six eyes'."

Gojo Satoru made sarcastic remarks carelessly, and before the old principal and teacher could react and beat them up, he used the old man's famous trick "Mud Luda Yo" and hurried to the restaurant and sat down at the dining table.

At this time, Mewtwo just handed the pan to Gojo Satoru, flipped it skillfully, and let the omelette fall on the plate in front of Gojo Satoru.

"Thank you, Mewtwo!"

Gojo Satoru casually pulled it with his chopsticks, and the egg skin opened, and the unsolidified egg liquid slowly flowed out.

"You're such a loser. Your skills are getting better and better."

"Malumalumalu (you are so useless) -" the naughty thunder bomb on the opposite side's exclusive charging base made a mocking sound.

Mewtwo is no different from the dream of the source. It is not born with a mission. Whether it is skills or personality, they are all acquired, and the same goes for cooking skills.

Naughty Lei Dan clearly remembered that it was an afternoon, and there was no one in the high school because they had to fight the "ultimate boss" Mingli - the warlocks were all training, and the support staff had taken a long vacation to avoid being implicated.

Because Gojo Satoru was hungry, he went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. He couldn't find cooked food, so he suddenly thought of cooking for himself.

The whole process went quite smoothly. After all, with the "six eyes" and the matching fine control, it was difficult to light up the kitchen and make black charcoal or something indescribable.

Just as Gojou Satoru declared "Isn't it easy? All you need is hands." Mewtwo took a bite first, and his already pale and blue face turned more and more purple.

Then, Chaomeng walked into the kitchen and began to study the seasoning of the food.

Since then, the kitchen of Gojo's house has become Mewtwo's private place.

Naughty Lei Dan has another reason to dislike his master.

That is to say, this ball has no arms and legs and no telekinesis, otherwise I would also be able to cook, not to mention making a Manchu-Han banquet, at least four dishes and one soup.

As for letting Gojo Satoru, the master, do it, neither Mewtwo nor Naughty Raidan ever thought about it.

This guy is a hopeless loser.

Besides, with Sister Gardevoir at the front, it's normal for the elf to do some housework.

As everyone knows, the way Gardevoir and Akari get along is considered abnormal. Is this a bad start for the relationship between the elf and the trainer... or is it a good start?

In short, in this strange yet familiar world, everything is possible.

At least neither Akari's side nor Gojo Satoru's side reject this way of getting along.

No matter how much the naughty Thunderbolt played with Gojo Satoru, he never thought about changing his master, and he never lost his temper at critical moments.

that's enough.

After finishing breakfast, Gojo Satoru still spread his hands and didn't care about anything. He naturally left the task of cleaning the battlefield to Chaomeng.

I still have business to attend to.

"What time is the meeting?" Gojo Satoru asked Noctua Masami.

"Ten o'clock, there are still fifteen minutes left. If we don't hurry up, we may be late."

"Then you'll be late, I'm just making up the numbers anyway." Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly.

Noctua Zhengdao started gearing up again, preparing to beat someone up.

Gojo Satoru then changed his tune: "I was joking, then, Mewtwo, please stay behind. Go to Lightning Star. It's up to you whether you will be late."

Naughty Thunderbolt rolled his eyes, and while giving Gojo Satoru an electric shock as usual, he moved to the door and waited for Gojo Satoru to come up.

Noctua looked at Mewtwo who was wearing an apron, carrying a plate with both hands, and wiping the table with a rag wrapped around his tail, and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay if I don't bring Mewtwo with me?"

"No problem." Gojo Satoru smiled lightly.

At this moment, Noctua finally recovered the shadow of Gojo Satoru's past.

That powerful person who is arrogant and invincible in the world. Even if all the magicians and magic spirits block the way, I can kill him quickly by myself.

"Mewtwo has never killed anyone, not one."

As the strongest person ever, a pioneer who was committed to breaking the old world and bringing new trends, Gojo Satoru had countless enemies not to mention himself.

When you were invincible, I couldn't do anything to you, but now you are no longer invincible, you have flaws, not to mention that a large part of Mingli's "evils" will be blamed on you.

You can imagine with your buttocks what kind of revenge Gojo Satoru will face after the curse system disappears.

But the final result was that Gojo Satoru was safe and sound, and those who took revenge on him were each worse than the last.

Everyone thought it was the work of Gojo Satoru's new elf Mewtwo. Only Gojo Satoru and his two companion elves knew that Mewtwo was only responsible for shield opening and transfer, and all the bloody killings were done by Gojo Satoru himself.

Like Akari, he retains perseverance and purity in his bones and does not want the elves to be contaminated by darkness.