[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

"Oh ah--?!"

It took him half a second to realize what Gojo Satoru had said, and he couldn't help but screamed out of surprise, his hand holding the pen trembled, and the half-written "To Maki" almost turned into an ugly straight line.

No matter how you think about it, Gojo Satoru's answer is a bit too surprising.Yezhi suspected that he was deliberately bluffing himself, so he sneaked a peek at the postcard that Gojo Satoru was writing. Unexpectedly, the address written on the thin horizontal line address bar was indeed the address of Wakayama Yae's house. The addressee The father's name was also clearly written on the side.

For a while I didn't know what to say.It's not that she has nothing to say, it's just that she was a little surprised.

She thought that there was not much connection between Gojo Satoru and her family.

Shortly after exorcising Shizhi last year, she returned to her hometown with the severed limbs she found in the belly of the curse spirit, and buried them.Gojo Satoru accompanied her, and they also met those "long-lost" relatives by the way.Perhaps it was because of Wujo Wutiao, the elders' expressions of grief seemed to be mixed with strange sickness and fanaticism.Ye Zhi didn't quite remember what they said at that time, and they didn't want to give her their precious eyes that day, not even for half a second.

The curse spirits of the Yae family have disappeared without a trace, but their tormented emotions and ideals will not change in any way.But this distortion will end in Yeshi's generation, and this is the only thing she is grateful for.

The only person who watched her that day was her father.It's just that he didn't say anything, remained taciturn as always, and didn't often look at her lost left hand. He always lowered his head, his old head, until Gojo Satoru said that he would marry Yeshi before leaving the island. Lifted up again.

"Really? That's fine."

His tone was like that of an ordinary father, and he did not forget to tell them to be careful on the way back, and to inform him when they got home.

After that, Yezhi never went back.Her father was still her father, but of course the relationship between them couldn't immediately return to the way it used to be—besides, before the accident happened, they were already a pair of father and daughter who were increasingly estranged.

But while traveling, she sent gifts for her father.They began to communicate again, even though the last call between them was at the beginning of spring, silence took up most of the time in just a few minutes of phone calls.

Her contact with her father was so little and so pitiful.So she really didn't expect that Gojo Satoru would actually establish a relationship with his father behind her back.Her mood was a bit complicated, and she really didn't know whether she should be surprised or simply envious.

She was a little embarrassed to express this feeling, so she could only whisper sourly: "So you and my dad have such a good relationship... I only know now."

"Of course, your father likes me." Wujo Satoru was extremely confident, "He often asks me about you secretly!"

"Oh..." Yeszhi replied lazily, lowering his head, as if blushing a little, "Then how is he doing recently?"

"It's fine, just a little bit of rheumatic bone pain, but I've been to the hospital to see it. It's nothing serious, just take medicine. Oh yes, he asked me not to tell you about it, lest you worry."

"Oh……"

It was a sleepy response again, and Yezhi stared at the blank space on this postcard for a long time before he could write anything down, and then he looked away, and continued to write the postcard for Maki in his hand, but his eyes still couldn't help but move. He glanced at the tip of Gojo Satoru's pen beside him.

At this distance, it is difficult to read the text written on the paper.Besides, Yezhi's eyesight wasn't particularly good, and Gojo Satoru even put his hands on the table, making it more difficult to successfully peep.

Since peeking didn't work out, then he simply stopped being sneaky.She put down the pen, and walked directly next to Gojo Satoru, as if she had transformed into a sticky arm pendant, watching him write a postcard to her father openly.

She originally thought that Gojo Satoru would write some serious content, such as "I wish you good health", but she didn't expect that what he wrote was "This dog has your charm". Polite but kind of cute words.

Writing this kind of words, in fact, I don't think there is anything wrong with it.But she really still felt that since it was something sent to the elders, it should be more serious.

"After staying by my side for so long, do you also want to write something?" Gojo Satoru handed her the pen with a smile, "Just write if you want to, I will leave the blank part of this postcard for Yours. I'm generous."

Yezhi snorted softly, pushed his arm hard, and teased: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Dadu."

Although she said so, she still took the pen from Gojo Satoru, thought for a while, and then wrote something on the blank part of the postcard.

——Please take care of yourself. ps. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know.I'm not very busy these days.

She originally wanted to write more, but that would not fit a postcard.She had no choice but to stop writing, wrote her name below the full stop, and signed Gojo Satoru by the way, and then handed several postcards to the staff in the shrine, and the staff sent them on their behalf.

"I don't know when it will be delivered. With the poor efficiency of the postal system, it may take several days." When he slowly stepped out of the gate of the shrine, Shizhi suddenly said, "If it is in our Wouldn't it be a little embarrassing if the postcards were sent to Xixi and Nitzi several days after the hot spring trip was over?"

Gojo Satoru didn't feel worried about such trivial matters at all.He already had a solution in mind.

"This problem is easy to solve." He raised his index finger with a serious expression, "As long as we stay in Hakone for a few more days, can't we go back after they receive the postcard?"

"Don't make your sabotage so obvious, Mr. Wujo."

"This isn't sabotage, it's just..."

"Don't deny it, it's obviously sabotage!" Yuzhi took out the bicycle key from his pocket and threw it to Wujo Satoru, "Hurry up and drive, Mr. Wujo."

"no problem."

Gojo Satoru, who was called "Teacher Wujo" a few times by her, was in a particularly cheerful mood.Sure enough, he still likes to hear Shizhi call him teacher the most.

Riding on the bike, Gojo Satoru deliberately took another long way back to the hotel.While riding, he suddenly discovered that it seemed that Zhizhi had completely given up the wonderful idea of ​​"driving him to play by bicycle".But that's fine too.

Because sitting in the back seat of a girl is really too bad!

At the same time as this idea came up, Gojo Satoru felt his windbreaker jacket being pulled, and the hem of the clothes shook slightly.It seemed that something got into his clothes, but he didn't move.

Without looking back, Gojo Satoru knew what had happened—it was Ms. Yasuo who was sitting in the back seat lifted his coat and sneaked in.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Are you cold?"

The head hidden in the clothes shook.

"No. It's not cold. I just remembered something small."

The windbreaker jacket covered her words, and her voice became a little muffled.Gojo Satoru felt her gently hugging his waist, her warm palm pressed against him.

"When I was young, if it was raining, my dad would ride me to school on a bicycle. He would always wear a dark purple raincoat, a big, long one, and let me slip into his raincoat. Because I didn’t have my own raincoat back then.”

She was talking about something that seemed completely inconsequential, but it wasn't quite inconsequential either.

"For me, a rainy day is a deep purple sky and the wet ground rushing across the line of sight, and the squeaky sound of the bicycle chain and Dad's back. The water drops on the purple raincoat. I'm so close, but as long as I'm in his poncho, I'll never get wet from the rain. Not once. Hmm... That feeling is very similar to now."

As she spoke, she poked her head out and smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled. She didn't realize that her hair was messed up by accident. It wasn't until Gojo Satoru stretched out her hand and smoothed her hair that she realized it. After reacting, he said thank you to Gojo Satoru.

"I got it." Gojo Satoru looked serious, "I'm going to buy a dark purple raincoat tomorrow!"

He knew that he must have said that on purpose.So she deliberately didn't laugh at all because she was quite uncooperative. She just puffed up her face and said seriously: "You don't understand at all. You are clearly a teacher but you have zero reading comprehension. It's so embarrassing!"

"Eh? A score of zero is not enough. I think my reading level is at least [-]."

"Ten, no more." Yae-sensei's decision was unquestionable, "This is a sympathetic score given on the premise that you answer seriously."

"Ah—well—"

Gojo Satoru reluctantly accepted this pitiful result.

Park the car back in the carport of the hotel and return the keys to the front desk.The sky darkened very quickly in this season, and it seemed that they hadn't done anything, and the whole day quickly disappeared without a trace.

But it's fine when it's dark.Yes, I have always felt in my heart that soaking in hot springs must be done at night.

"Although I said that, I haven't soaked in hot springs much..."

Holding the wooden barrel, she walked towards the hot spring pool with Gojo Satoru.

"After all, there are no hot springs on the island. After leaving Wakayama, I was busy exorcising the curse, and I had no time to enjoy life at all."

"Don't you enjoy it now?"

"Yeah. So I'm in a good mood now."

She cocked her mouth slightly.This must be a heartfelt laugh, Gojo Satoru was satisfied.But if he could hear her "hahaha", he would definitely be more satisfied.

One of his greatest expectations was to hear her laugh out loud.

As for why it is only "one", it is of course because...

"The next thing we're going to experience is the traditional mixed bathing hot spring! And now there are only the two of us checking in at this hotel!"

Gojo Satoru laughed loudly, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was obviously proud of the success of the scheme.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"Why do I feel that you are looking forward to it more, Wutiao childish ghost?"