The journey of becoming a god of mushrooms in the ninja world

blood.

A lot of blood, flowing like a river.

There were children, and there was also a young man with a crazy look on his face, half of his body blown apart. They were piled in a pool of blood.

As if it were the worst joke, the bodies of the victim and the murderer were both here.

The white-haired boy had no trace of blood on his face or body. He was like an elf in the snow who had wandered into this place at the wrong time.

But the severed limb he held in his hand, with three command spells engraved on it, shattered this innocent suspicion.

The swordsman standing beside him had the same cold expression as before.Maybe it's because he is a remnant soul, or maybe he is such a person and has no pity or sympathy for such a bloody sea-like situation.

This is also what fascinates boys.

'Brother' has always been like this, he can only see the strong in his eyes.Other existences are as worthless as dust.

But ah, but...

The swordsman's foothold avoided the child's corpse as if by coincidence.

Obviously for him, those are not obstacles.

…But this person can’t do anything to children.

Maybe it's not the kind of pity for children that ordinary people think at all, but he just can't abandon the 'possibility'. In his eyes, these children may grow into strong men in the future.Becoming an immovable piece of meat at such a tender age, before he had a chance to make a choice, may have caused him to feel some minimal pity like 'pity'.

Maybe you can't tell, but 'brother' is very angry.Not only for the murderer who has paid the price, but also for Fuyuki who has allowed such horrific acts to evolve to this day - this city has become the domain of magicians.

The magician's arrogance made 'brother' angry.

He is obviously very arrogant, and he condones the arrogance of his 'brother', but he is extremely intolerant of the arrogance of others. This is what he is like as his 'brother'.

Gojo Satoru felt very at ease. The human part of his 'brother' and his indulgence always made him feel at ease.

"It's not a magician. There is no magic seal. It's just a sacrifice that was accidentally chosen. Ha, it's so ridiculous. The sacrifice is looking for a sacrifice. Who is the lamb?"

Gojo Satoru said slowly, with his sweet voice, like the murmur of a coquettish child.

"I haven't summoned the heroic spirit yet. I'm so lucky. This can be used."

His other hand picked up a cup.

...Yes, it was the milk cup with many flaws, and he actually brought this cup!

There is no need for spells or incantations, just controlling the flow of power. For a spell genius, it is as simple as breathing. You can basically do it once.

Yes, with his all-round vision, he has already observed the magic circle set up here, and even found the hidden little Holy Grail!

What disappoints him is that the Little Holy Grail is hidden under the human body and has its own personality.

In other words, the Holy Grail will not reveal itself until the Holy Grail War progresses to a certain extent, and it will be impossible to observe how the Holy Grail's magical programming is formed.

However, the spiritual veins and magic power collected during his activities in Fuyuki, as well as the composition of the magic circle summoned by heroic spirits, have given him enough knowledge.

——There is no way, in his eyes, these mysterious powers were not concealed from the beginning, and everything was no secret in his eyes.

Of course he has no such thing as magic power.but……

...All laws are interlinked, and aren't the ways to guide power all the same?

The displeased murderer happens to be a natural magician, and he has a Command Seal in his hand that has a strong connection with the Holy Grail, like a password to enter the system or an identity 'ID'.

"Haha, I guess that's how they do it, first convert the magic power into its purest form and gather it together."

As he spoke, he tried to use the magic power to guide him, and he really channeled the magic power from the cruel and bleeding corpse to the cup in his hand.

It does not flow into the cup, but adheres to the cup. The existence form of magic power is slightly different from what he thought, but it is not wrong.

"Enter the password again."

As he spoke, he put the severed palm holding the command spell into the cup.A layer of golden light lingered on the cup, and immediately, the three bright red command spells snaked up from the broken palm like snakes, crawling towards the golden cup!

"In the end, just convert the energy. I see, so why use the human body as the Holy Grail? I thought it was a magician's personal pleasure to make a Holy Grail that can run by itself."

The boy chuckled and drank the contents of the cup directly!

"Enlightenment!"

Even the swordsman was startled by his sudden movement. Unfortunately, he had no time to stop it and everything was over.

The boy shook off the gold cup in his hand. The cup fell to the ground with a metallic sound.Before that, it was just a common ceramic milk cup.

Any magician would be shocked if he saw it!Let alone a layman, even a magician would find it difficult to do this by simulating the formation principles of the Holy Grail, without even using any runes and spells, just by imagining it, and the powerful power even caused objects to appear. If they were told that a layman could do this by just observing and following, they would all lose their voices collectively and want to be reincarnated!

However, Gojo Satoru is not an ordinary person.

Especially now that he is still a child, perhaps even as an adult in the future he may not be able to do this easily.

Because children are still in the realm of God and do not have the concepts and common sense inherent to humans.Children's imaginations are amazing. Sometimes they just think 'maybe they can do it' and then they 'really do it'.

This is like a curse. If you can't even imagine it, and you give yourself the curse of common sense in the first place, it is basically impossible to achieve such a miracle.

Still a god, not quite human, this child could do it.

If he thinks he can, he can do it.

What's more... six eyes, in the eyes of a conjurer, is a spell, but in the eyes of a magician, it is probably a kind of magic eye.This kind of 'cognition', like 'curse' and 'word spirit', will change the properties of the material itself.Other conjurers certainly cannot guide magic, but the master of the six eyes can, because even the 'magician' thinks it is the magic eye, and the boundary between his 'conjuration' and 'magic' is quite blurry.

Soon, a change occurred, and the swordsman's body was also covered with a layer of golden light.

He was connected to the child's numerology, and he didn't understand the principle, but the connection between them made him affected by the magic that the child randomly 'developed'.

Soon, he was shocked to find that he actually had an entity!

He clenched his fist, and it was indeed an entity!

"Satoru, what did you do?"

He was really shocked. Although he knew that his brother was powerful, at this level, he was too unhuman. He was almost like a god - like, a god?

The swordsman thought for a moment, as if subconsciously his brother was as powerful as a god.

That's okay, it's normal.

The swordsman calmed down.

The severed hand in Gojo Satoru's hand had quickly withered, turned into ashes, and turned into dust falling from his fingertips.

"Nothing, it's just a simulation of what those magicians do. They probably use this method to make the heroic spirit have a physical body. By borrowing the magic power of the scum and the command spell in his hand, my brother can maintain his physical body."

Gojo Satoru thought of the human-shaped Holy Grail and determined that as long as more heroic spirits returned to energy form, the Holy Grail would be restored to its original state.

——It's cruel, magicians, they think they are so great from above, but in fact they are no different from those **** guys of the conjurer.

"What shall we do next?"

his brother asked.

Gojo Satoru thought of the female Holy Grail with long white hair, who looked like an ignorant cultist who had committed martyrdom. He felt that this Holy Grail War had a rotten smell, which made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Well~ I don't need the Holy Grail anymore. I already know their tricks. I can generally use spells to create the same or even better effects. When I go back, I will use the spell tools to stabilize it, and then I will absorb some more special spell spirits as energy supplements. That’s it.”

Gojo Satoru patted the dust on his hands, walked towards the swordsman, and extended his hand as a matter of course.

The swordsman also held his hand as always, just as any elder brother would not refuse the hand extended by his younger brother.

Deep in his heart, he was slightly shaken. Perhaps Satoru was not the reincarnation of his younger brother Enichi Tsukuni, whom he vaguely remembered.

But, so what?He has watched this child grow up and has been with this child all the time. Sometimes, he can't even tell whether it is he who is protecting the child or the child who is protecting him.

They are brothers.It has nothing to do with blood, nothing to do with soul, nothing to do with reincarnation, it is the time they spend together that determines this.

It just so happened that being together for so long was their fate.

Gojo Satoru is his younger brother, and he needs someone to protect him, there is no doubt about it.

"We still need strength, brother. Although you and I are both powerful, there will always be times when our power is beyond our reach. Someone wants to take you away, and I can't tolerate it. We need help, those magicians, those heroic spirits, they will become Our strength.”

He is so natural and arrogant, yet he is able to realize what he says. This is the most awe-inspiring thing.

Especially, the person who said this was a child under six years old.

The boy squeezed his brother's hand.

There was a premonition, a very strong premonition, that if he didn't do something, he would lose the most important thing.

For a child, what does his world, those outsiders, be it magicians, family, spells, other people's life and death, have anything to do with him?

The world of children is actually very vast and narrow.It doesn't matter to him whether he is a magician or not, and how many people praise him and worship him.

What does the life and death of the world have to do with me?

All of them, all of them, are not as important as my 'brother'.

The boy led the swordsman forward, just as he had always done.

Only this time, probably because he had an entity, he felt it was more difficult to pull up than before.

The boy turned around and saw the swordsman's eyes resting on a tragically dead girl, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about something.

Poor brother, lovely brother, why should you show mercy to the weak who you have never looked down upon?Is it because... having a body makes you more 'complete' than before?

"Want to bury her?"

Gojo Satoru asked casually.

It's her, not them. For Gojo Satoru, only the 'she' who was watched by his brother is qualified to be buried. Maybe this is what he thinks.

The swordsman frowned again.

I have to admit that good-looking people, even if they frown, make people feel as beautiful as a picture.

"It's 'them', Satoru. Including him. Respect your enemies, wherever and whenever you can."

"I think it's better to call the police and let the police clean up the mess. They will dig graves for everyone, good or bad." The child said seriously, "I don't want to touch the garbage, brother."

"……it is good."