Promoting Konoha's cup of wine at the Magic College

At dusk, the orange-gold glow rolls up in the mellow breeze, rushing and pouring, drowning out the vast and prosperous hustle and bustle of the clear spring, wandering in the semi-dark sky and earth.

The lanterns hanging on the ancient streets of Kyoto were lit up one by one, and the glow, which was more lingering than dusk, was reflected on the clear water on the bluestone slab. It was yellow and shining, like the starlight that accidentally fell into the world.

On both sides, there are rows of machiya left over from the Edo period in an orderly manner. Men and women wearing kimonos and suits and jk uniforms are walking through this street at the same time, giving a sense of time and space intertwined.

"I know, I know!"

Gojo Satoru, who was eating something in his mouth, talked to his head teacher Noctua nonchalantly and vaguely. Then he hung up the phone and picked up a milk puff from the paper box and threw it into his mouth. He gently pressed his lips and teeth to make the soft pastry soft. Sweet cream bursts out.

So sweet.

It would be nice if Hitomi was here.

Will she like this taste?

She will love the taste.

Gojo Satoru, who had just come out of the Gojo clan and had to hurry up and carry out the mission, thought to himself in a somewhat distracted mood.

The unique warm and fragrant breeze of spring blows against your face. The cherry blossom trees are in bloom, and the pink flowers become more and more dazzling under the sunset.

Wild cats gather in groups. Driven by hormones, the spring cats stick together like glue and make restless and eager calls from morning to night during the courtship season.

A pair of round and chubby kittens stuck together, rubbing against each other endlessly, and even their tails hooked together. The two clever cat tails would bend their tail tips and touch each other from time to time to make a gesture. With a big heart, he walked proudly in front of the single cat Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was eating dessert while looking at the street scene: "..."

Just forget it when he passed by. It's unclear whether it was a coincidence or intentional. The fluffy and chubby white cat among them turned his head and looked back at Gojo Satoru, who was eating dessert alone. His big round blue pupils were full of pity.

The little black cat that stuck with it meowed softly, and the white cat turned back and rubbed the other's round little head, and the two chubby kittens left side by side again lovingly.

Gojo Satoru, who felt inexplicably being mocked by a cat: "..."

The puffs in my mouth are no longer sweet.

The chicken breaks up with the cat and the cat is furious.

Damn it, these two small and bad cats were probably not sent by Yu Sanjia’s rotten oranges to piss him off, right?

No super-level curse spirit could hurt him so deeply!

He was so angry that Gojo Satoru quickly moved forward and separated the two slimy couple cats manually, while still speaking plausibly.

"No stickers allowed!"

"Your age is the age for learning, how can you fall in love?"

"Have you caught the little mouse? How can you fall in love with how much money you have saved?"

After that, I saw it directly and stopped pretending.

"Friends stay together for life, whoever gets single first will be the dog!"

If I don’t get out of singles, you won’t even think about getting out.

The kitten was torn apart by the inhuman chicken and the cat: "..."

If I can be single, I will leave first. Who will accompany you to be single?

Fortunately, the auxiliary supervisor came out at this time.

In the blink of an eye, the huge chicken and cat disappeared. The assistant supervisor was so anxious that he shouted Gojo Satoru's name loudly. The chicken and cat had to let the cats go with regret.

Because Gojo Satoru said he wanted to stop and try the taste of the newly opened dessert shop, the assistant supervisor obediently parked the car for a while, and waited for the chicken and cat who was messing around with cats and dogs to come back before stepping on the accelerator again.

The ancient and beautiful street scenes of Kyoto are gradually fading away under the speed of cars.

"Remind me to buy another copy of this when you go back." Throwing the empty carton into the trash can in the car, the famously willful young family owner seemed to suddenly remember something and laughed suddenly. Revealing his childishly sharp canine teeth, he said, "When I go back and give it to Hitomi as a souvenir, she will definitely like this taste too - the two of us are very sweet to each other."

Their tastes are so consistent that it can’t be helped. This is the so-called perfect match - don’t you think so? "

The auxiliary supervisor who is somewhat related to the Gojo family: "..."

Although he didn't quite understand Gojo Satoru's logic - could it be that having the same taste in desserts meant they were a match made in heaven? In this case, wouldn't those chefs with excellent cooking skills be able to concurrently serve as marriage agencies and match up old diners who like their cooking skills one by one?

However, he didn't dare to say this to this unruly super magician. The assistant supervisor pulled a business smile on his lips, showing genuine fear.

"You're right."

Just kidding, although the blood relationship is so far away that the surname of Gojo is no longer used, he is still regarded as the auxiliary supervisor of the Gojo faction. He knows that the head of the six-eyed family who looks jovial and carefree is not someone he can refute at will.

Looking at the white-haired boy with a relaxed expression and a soft smile because he was thinking about something in the rearview mirror, the assistant supervisor remembered the look on his face when he just picked him up from Gojo's house, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks a lot more relaxed than that time.

Although he was just waiting behind the door, even the auxiliary supervisor, who had always been a bit emotionally slow, was somewhat aware of it at that time.

Gojo Satoru had a very unhappy time with the elders in his family.

Because of the rumored child with six eyes, the elders of the clan were very unhappy that the descendant with six eyes was not named Gojo.

But Gojo Satoru was even more unhappy. The stubborn head of the Rokugan family said that he would let the child take his mother's surname. He was happy with it, Hitomi was happy with it, and it was none of your business, old guys.

The elders repeatedly lamented that there was such a love brain in the family like Gojo Satoru.

The child's surname is Hitomi Uchiha, and he hasn't even earned the title of boyfriend.

Unfortunate home.

Gojo Satoru: "So what, Hitomi likes me anyway."

The elder lamented his misfortune and was angry that he would not argue: "Really? Then you can tell me what your relationship is now?"

Gojo Satoru: "...friend."

The elders gathered around and sighed.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

The young head of the Gojo family rushed out of the door.

He angrily told the auxiliary supervisor who was waiting outside to drive out because he had to do a task. However, halfway through the drive, he had to get out of the car to buy some dessert, and it took him a long time to get back in the car again.

I hope nothing will happen again.

The auxiliary overseer prayed in his heart.

But Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke in an absent-minded manner.

"Hey, do you think Zhao can eat that?"

He pointed to the dessert carton in the trash can in the car.

Zhao.

Is it that Uchiha Akira?

The rumored child of Hitomi Uchiha and Satoru Gojo was just born, right?

The honest assistant supervisor had cold sweat dripping from his head: "Ah, such a young child can't eat these things, right?"

"Eh, that's right, there's nothing we can do about it," Gojo Satoru, holding his chin and wearing sunglasses, pretended to sigh, "Then we can only eat it with Hitomi in front of the little guy. If she cries because of this If so, tell her that the auxiliary supervisor said that children cannot eat these things!"

The auxiliary supervisor was so frightened that he almost forgot to turn: "That's not what I meant..."

"You're just kidding," Gojo Satoru burst out laughing, leaned back, and muttered, "I'm feeling very upset, so I just want to talk. Okay, I'm going to say something else. All you have to do is smile and nod in agreement. Yes, do you remember?"

"Okay, master."

The auxiliary supervisor subconsciously straightened his back.

"Do you think Hitomi loves me?"

What kind of death talk is this? The auxiliary supervisor's body became stiff.

"Love it?"

How could he, an auxiliary supervisor, know about saving lives?

"That's a very insincere answer, isn't it?"

The smiling tone, the oppressive feeling of brushing against death.

"I don't know, I, I really don't know!"

The assistant supervisor was about to cry and watched secretly

Using eye navigation, it takes more than 40 minutes to reach the destination at the fastest speed.

Over forty minutes! Not even a traffic jam!

Oh my God! You have to be in the same space with a chicken and a cat for more than 40 minutes!

"I, I don't know how you get along with each other on weekdays..."

He stammered to defend himself.

"Yes, then it will be more specific if I ask some things!"

The chicken and cat wearing small round sunglasses touched his chin.

"Question! If the woman personally says that I am her best (fighting) partner and that it feels the most comfortable to hit me, what does that mean?"

In fact, Hitomi does feel that Gojo Satoru, who has no limits, is the most fearless in beating him and is the most qualified human punchbag.

What a strange statement. The auxiliary supervisor thought out of his wits and picked out some good words: "What, what about a congenial sparring partner?"

"But besides hitting me, she is super nice to me at other times!"

This statement sounds even weirder.

The auxiliary supervisor didn’t know how to answer.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru didn't need him to answer, so he continued speaking on his own.

"Also, Hitomi had a gigolo before - I was very angry, but Hitomi stopped looking for him later, the prodigal son turned back!" As if he had thought of something, Gojo Satoru had a victorious smile on his face.

"And she said that even among friends, I am the best one!"

he said cheerfully.

"She loves me so much!"

Assistant supervisor: "..."

It's over, the auxiliary supervisor thought seriously, our head of the house seems to be really a love brain.

*

Hitomi Uchiha was very satisfied with her new creation.

Now there were two beds in front of her, one was a crib and the other was also a crib.

On one bed was Hitomi's own child, and on the other was Teacher Noctua's child - a black and white panda baby.

And Hitomi's newly created "cursed spirit" diligently changed the diapers of the two children.

The two cubs were so happy under the care of the curse spirit that they collapsed into cat cakes and let out sweet sighs of contentment.

Not as manic, imbecile, ugly, and evil as ordinary cursed spirits, the new "cursed spirit" carries the gentle power from Mudun. It looks like a real thing. It can understand orders, has a gentle personality, and is more obedient than Wild Spells have been raised by more than one level.

Perfect, it would be even better if it could be promoted on a large scale.

Just like robots can produce robots by themselves, it would be great if such obedient curse spirits could assimilate those wild wild curse spirits.

Hitomi Uchiha was thinking about the next research direction.

She stretched her back and walked out of the dormitory. After staying in the laboratory for a long time, she felt really enlightened when she came out.

The wind is soft, carrying the softer fragrance of flowers, the chirping of insects is lonely, the dusk is vast, the obvious boundaries between heaven and earth are broken down during the day, the night is melting, and everything falls into the gentle embrace of dreams.

Stars flashed in the sky, and a scimitar-like crescent moon floated lightly from the back mountain.

The moonlight filled the college campus like a tide, and the playground, trees, and teaching buildings were all submerged in the gentle and shining tide of moonlight.

Hitomi Uchiha bought a can of coffee from the vending machine, and some biscuits and bread, planning to finish the meal.

The moonlight was so beautiful tonight that Hitomi didn't want to go back for a while, so she ate her dinner on the bench, watching the last trace of the sad glow being tainted by the inky darkness of the night.

It was completely dark.

Not far away is the passionate communication of students in the martial arts.

This familiar sound reminded Hitomi with emotion when she first entered school.

At that time, Satoru's temper was very explosive, and he seemed to be a little angry because of his rather childish provocation in the meeting!

As a result, we have become such good friends now, and we even have children. Who could have imagined it at the time!

Ah, it is indeed the passionate youth of young people!

The moonlight here is so gentle and gentle

After calming down, for a moment, Hitomi was in a daze.

Do you really come from the ninja world of swords and blood?

Although this world still has many flaws, such as the proliferation of curse spirits and stubborn and evil families, overall, it is a peaceful world.

There is no cruel war, no large-scale tragic casualties, it is the peaceful world that fathers dream of - although it is not perfect.

But that's enough.

Hitomi has seen different scenery in this world, and a certain stubborn thought is swirling in her mind - about her father's ideals, and about Konoha.

But Hitomi understands that when certain conditions are not met, she needs to bury these thoughts deeply in her heart, let this secret sink into her heart, and wait quietly for it to come out one day.

She lay quietly on her phone with the photos of Kyoto streets that Satoru had sent her, muttering about how annoying the cats in Kyoto were; Jie said that on his way back, he saw a popular shop selling limited edition desserts, and did he need his help to bring them? One portion; Glass made a phone call, urging her to go back to bed quickly, and that neither of them were allowed to stay up late tonight...

——But until then, please keep this beautiful moonlight gentle.

*

Two commissions, one contradictory mission.

"Protect the safety of the astral girl."

"And erase it."