[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

5.

—2006, Tokyo Conveyor Sushi Restaurant—

The plate stacked higher and higher made it difficult for Shizhi to breathe.

She silently watched Gojo Satoru pick up the most expensive tuna belly sushi in the store, roll it in sweet soy sauce, and put it in her mouth.He chewed loudly on purpose and made a rather contrived "uh-" sound.

Yes, almost trembling.

"Student Wutiao...Senior Wutiao--Master Wutiao! I beg you, can you stop eating so much. Stop for a while, is your stomach a black hole?" She grabbed Wutiao Wu's hand, "If you continue, you will eat up my living expenses next month! I'm really embarrassed to ask my family for money!"

"what?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head with a pure face.He nodded obediently, indicating that he would not eat any more.

As he spoke, he took another plate of tuna belly sushi from the conveyor belt.

After finishing the plate, Gojo Satoru finally stopped, and lazily leaned back on the chair, speaking in the same laziness.

"If you want to know about the Yae family, why don't you ask the elders in your family, instead you come to ask me from the Wujo family?"

Asking this on purpose after cheating on her, Wujo Satoru had ulterior motives.But it didn't bother her—although she couldn't help feeling aching at the terrible cost of the meal.

"I asked my grandfather when I was a child, but he didn't tell me at that time. His health has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and he can't even utter a complete sentence, so I don't think I can get the details from him. .As the next head of the Yae family, if I don’t know the past and secrets of this family, how can I have the nerve to lead this family.”

As he spoke, Ye Zhi waved his hand, his tone always had a sense of understatement.

"You are very confident."

Gojo Satoru was referring to what she said about the next Patriarch.

"Oh...it's not unreasonable self-confidence. My old man's time is numbered, and my father doesn't have any talent as a conjurer, and he can't see curses at all, so the next head of the family must be the elder. Girl, I was right."

"okay."

"So have you prepared your words? Are you willing to tell me the secret of the Yae family?"

"I'm about to say it."

Gojo Satoru sat up straight, and when he opened his mouth, there was an opening lightning strike——

"The conjurer of the Yae family married the conjurer."

"Oh. Then what?"

"You're pretty calm." Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses.

"Well... yes. Maybe it's because I've already imagined this possibility?" Shizhi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "Hurry up and talk."

"It was a talented woman who made this decision at the time. She firmly believed that this method would enable conjurers to better control the power of 'curse'. Of course, it is also possible that she fell in love with that curse spirit, so why I found an excuse for myself. All in all, before she gave birth to her second child with the curse spirit, the Yae family executed her by themselves - pushed her and her eldest son into a dry well, and starved them to death."

"What about the curse?"

"Of course he was exterminated." Gojo Satoru shrugged, his tone as if it should be taken for granted - and this should be taken for granted, "Although the Yae family wanted to hide this matter, in the end they were still killed by Gojo Satoru. Everyone knows. The pedantic old antiques of Gojo think that each of you has been contaminated with the dirty blood of the curse spirit, and originally wanted to wipe out the Yae clan. Well, no matter what, you are also a side branch with a kinship relationship with Gojo, so In the end, I made an exception and just threw you all to Wakayama. That’s it.”

"Okay, I see... By the way, Wutiao, has anyone ever told you that your sunglasses are ugly?"

Gojo Satoru nodded sincerely: "Yes."

"Has anyone ever said that you look like you play the erhu when you wear glasses? Now, that's the kind of blind artist who plays the erhu that performs at the intersection in Yokohama's Chinatown every day at twelve o'clock."

"This is not."

Yezhi yelled "Checkout" and slapped the counted money on the table.

"That's great. I'm honored to be the first person to judge you as a blind artist who looks like a erhu!"

6.

—January 2018, low-rent apartment in Katsushika Ward, Tokyo—

Yeshi pushed the door open with his shoulder, and the cramped home was filled with a dull air.

There is a photo on a shelf in the hallway.The golden retriever in the photo is her dog — it used to be.

Gojo Satoru remembered that every time he went to Shijiajiao in the past, her dog named Chito would come out happily, circling around his legs, with extreme enthusiasm.

It didn't come out today.

"Kido died a long time ago." Shizhi walked slowly to the window and said to him, "Because I can't walk it now, so it died."

"It has already reached the age of death." Gojo Satoru said.

Yes, he ignored his words.

She walked to the window, still leaning against the wall.She lowered her upper body, supported her crutches with her elbows, and maintained her balance in front of her.In this way, she can also free her right hand to open the window.

Apart from being old, the windows of low-rent housing have no characteristics.It took a lot of effort to finally push the window open.

The cold January wind seemed to blow a chill into her bones.

She is very tired.if you can.She really wanted to sit on the couch for a while, but couldn't - the odd wrinkle in the clothing would make her disability more apparent than ever.

And the last thing she wants is for Gojo Satoru to see her shattered and broken self.Although he has already seen it.

"Next time I won't commit suicide by jumping off a building." She said flatly, "I will find a way to die that won't be saved by you."

Drowning will definitely be rescued by him. Cutting her wrist is a difficult way for her to die with only one hand left. Suicide by burning charcoal is a fire hazard, so she is unwilling to choose.

Um.Then drink poison.This move is definitely good, although it will definitely hurt.

"What are you still doing here?" Ye Zhi asked.

"See if you need anything else."

"I need you to leave."

"Okay, okay. Then I'll go."

Gojo Satoru was smiling, and his words were as inconspicuous as ever.

Yezhi heard him push open the door, and the footsteps stopped at the entrance.

"I think you still need money. If you are short of money, I can lend it to you. So, go buy a new pair of hands and feet. You will need replacement prosthetics before you take revenge on the curse spirit of the Yae family."

Bang—the door shut.

He also finally left.

Yezhi silently watched him pass by the window.

"Tch...you're just a stingy man who insists on getting back the engagement ring."

7.

—In November 2009, in front of the Minato City Library in Yokohama—

"You are such a stingy man!"

Yezhi tugged on his scarf, and made such a complaint to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Wujo frowned unhappily: "Why did you suddenly start swearing?"

"You promised to invite me to dinner, but you only invited me to eat dumplings, don't you deserve to be called a stingy man by me!" Yezhi counted his crimes in detail, "You know, I used my bonus to treat you to dinner last month. Steak—it’s the filet mignon, which is expensive and bloody! Do you really have the nerve to repay me with cheap dumplings!”

"Of course it's nice."

"...You man!" Shizhi angrily poked Gojo Wu's shoulder, so angry that he wanted to snatch his blindfold and throw it into the landscape lake next to him, "Don't you think it's pitiful for me to lose love? Since it's so pitiful , how can you just invite me to eat dumplings!"

"It wasn't you who kicked the opponent."

"Even if I propose to break up, then I'm still broken in love. Gojo-kun, I'm really sad, I'm sad-so treat me to a big meal, okay?"

Yezhi blinked his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't squeeze out half a tear.

However, it is indeed quite pitiful.If it is an ordinary man who sees it, he will feel pity in his heart.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru is not an ordinary man.

"There's nothing pathetic about a guy who breaks up after only two weeks."

Gojo Satoru thumped Yesyuki's back angrily.

"Give me a job!"