Only Gojo Satoru doesn't know

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December 2007, Tokyo

46 conjurers died

Confirmed by the Magic Society, the perpetrator, Yuki Yuri, fled

According to the rules of the spell, it became the object of punishment

By the time Xia Youjie arrived at Li Li's house, there was no sign of a living person there.Except for a pile of corpses of various shapes, neither Yuki nor Gojo Satoru were there.

He picked up the booklet that fell to the ground, turned to the last page, and saw the words on it.

"I hate conjurers. I used to be, I am, and I always have been."

The black writing is not beautiful, it can even be called ugly.Yuuki's hands are used to store mana power, so they don't even have the chance to write good calligraphy.

He looked at the dilapidated everything around him, and suddenly realized that Yuki had never loved him.

They have been together for so long, and I don't know how many times they have confided in each other.However, from beginning to end, Yuuki never really showed her dislike for conjurers.She looked gentle and loving.Whether it is a magician or an ordinary person, she treats each other equally.

This once made him think that Gojo Satoru just misunderstood Yuuki and said "Unless it is for the power of magic, Yuuki will not associate with conjurers".

It turned out to be the case.

He was the one who misread Yuuki.

Gojo Satoru couldn't find anyone else.

Ever since Gojo Satoru answered Glass's call, no one could contact him, and no one knew where he had gone.

He disappeared without a trace as if the world had evaporated, and Yuki was also missing at the same time.

Some people guessed that he went to hunt down Yuuki, some guessed that he couldn't bear the blow and hid alone, and some guessed that he actually defected with Yuuki with malicious intentions.

But in fact, Gojo Satoru just went to Furano. He bought a log cabin in a mountain village far away from the scenic spot.Because in summer, you can see the sea of ​​purple lavender flowers here, because there are countless flowers in the valley here.

However, Furano in winter is a vast expanse of whiteness, with no flowers to be seen.

The hut has a bed, a wooden table, a few stools and a bedside table.After Gojo Satoru carefully put Yuuki on the bed, he didn't know what to do.

What to do after someone important dies?No one ever told him how to face such a situation.

He couldn't do anything except staring blankly at Yuuki's body and recalling the past uncontrollably.

He looked at the bed Yuuki was lying on and remembered the first day they both arrived at the college. He kicked the bed so badly that he made it. Yuuki took the sheet from him with a smile and told him that it would be soon. OK

He looked up and saw the snow, and remembered that they wore kimonos to temple fairs when they were young.He took her to avoid the adults and shuttled through the crowd.Suddenly You Ji stood where she was and did not follow him.

"It's snowing." The little Yuki looked up at the sky blankly, and stretched out her fingers to show him the first snowflakes falling in the night.

Gojo Satoru clasped his fingers together, tightly covered his face with his palms, let out a deep breath and sucked in twice violently.The cold air made his chest tremble.

Yuuki...

Yuuki.

Suddenly the tears flowed uncontrollably, the great sadness seemed to be revealed at this moment, and the tears poured down with an irresistible force.

He wiped his tear-stained face fiercely, pinching his fingers until they crackled.

"Enlightenment." In a trance, he felt as if he heard Yuki's voice and her smile.

How can a ridiculous smile be heard?So he looked up and found that it was just a ridiculous hallucination.

He walked out of the wooden house, closed the door carefully, and stared blankly at the vast white world.He walked forward, and within a few steps was a forest.The woods are full of trees.

There was the only kind he needed right now.

Without a knife, he controlled his technique as precisely as possible, chopped down pine trees, cut them open, and trimmed them into shapes.Then a clearing was cleared and a deep hole was dug.

Furano is so cold in December.He did all this tremblingly, lying in the pit and looking up at the sky for a while.The wind was blowing and the snow was blowing, but the sky was gray.

As it was getting late, Gojo Satoru finally came to his senses, and climbed out of the pit to borrow hammers and nails from a house at the foot of the mountain.

Others looked at Gojo Satoru and thought it was a ghost running out of the snow.I gave him things without asking him for money, my teeth chattered, and I clasped my hands together, hoping that he would leave quickly.

In a sense, he is indeed no different from a ghost now.

What to do with the coffin, what are the burial customs, he doesn't want to care about all of these.

He didn't even want others to know about Yuuki's death.

It's good that he alone knows about this kind of thing.

Wujo Satoru's hands are very dexterous, but not so cunning.The connection between the wood and the wood is very rough, and it doesn't even look very strong.But anyway, it was successfully done.

Two sides are long and half square is wide.Other than that, nothing.

He returned to the room covered in wind and snow, looking at Yuki's dead body that had lost its temperature.

The dried blood clotted on her body, turning into thin traces.

This is not acceptable.Gojo Satoru thinks that although Yuuki doesn't like beauty very much, she has always maintained a delicate and elegant appearance.

He couldn't let her just be buried in the soil like this.

So he picked up the few utensils on the table, went outside to get some snow and came back.Then restlessly, he wiped her body carefully like touching soap bubbles.

This is such a youthful and vigorous, beautiful body like an ivory sculpture.Clear and beautiful clavicle, with curved double peaks and flat belly, as well as slender legs and fair skin.

However, the hands of this body will never hug him again, and this person will no longer be able to look at him with frowning eyebrows, and will not smile softly and say to him: "Enlightenment is an idiot."

The smile he wanted to see had no chance to appear again.

Wujo Wujo clenched his fists fiercely.

By the time Gojo Satoru appeared in front of people again, a day and a night had passed.

Whenever someone asked him what he did during that time, he would tell others that he was chasing after Yuuki.But he didn't catch up.Why can't even you catch up?Because he was childhood sweetheart with You Ji, Yu Ji knew him too well.

Gojo Satoru was not serious at all, and he looked the same as usual.Others have nothing to do with his attitude, they can only consider themselves unlucky.

Since then, however, he has never celebrated his birthday again.

In the spring of the following year, Gojo Satoru went to find Fu Heisher's child on a whim.

"Are you Fu Hei Hui's little brother?" Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and asked the little boy with the hedgehog head in front of him.

"Who are you?" The black-haired boy turned his head to look at him with no expression on his face.

Gojo Satoru looked at this child who could be said to have been carved out of the same mold as Fuheshier, and suddenly felt a little tired.

After simply explaining that Fu Heihui can be regarded as being stepped back by his father and abandoning his father's family.Gojo Satoru knelt down and looked at Fu Heihui, "I'm very angry after hearing that, right? But your father has already been given by me..."

"No." The boy calmly interrupted Gojo Satoru, "I'm not interested in knowing where that guy is and what he's doing."

"I haven't seen that guy for many years, and I can't remember what he looks like." The boy was carrying a badly worn schoolbag, and said without any emotional fluctuations.

Gojo Satoru quietly looked at this child who was far more mature than his peers, and stretched out his hand to lift his sunglasses.

"But from what you said just now, I know that Tsumiki's mother has not come back for a long time. The two of us are useless to them. The two of them must be living happily in a place we don't know .” On the balcony of the dilapidated apartment, the girl with ponytail looked down from afar.Because of her brother's return, she waved down happily.

Gojo Satoru looked at Fu Heihui and smiled, "Are you really in the first grade?"

"Forget it." He stood up from the ground and pressed his bloodless leg, "You can ask me about that guy whenever you want to know. Although that guy is a bad person, the experience is quite interesting."

"I'll make a long story short, and get straight to the point. What are your plans? Do you want to live in a Buddhist monastery?" Wujo Wu looked down at Fu Heihui, and suddenly he had an illusion.

He felt that the one standing in front of him was not Fuheshier's child, but that he had traveled through time and ran to the day when Fuheshier rescued You Ji.

"If I go to Zenyuan, will Tsumiji be happy? That's all I care about," Fu Heihui said.

At that moment, Gojo Satoru felt that he had indeed seen Yuuki.He saw the little Youji standing in front of Fu Heisher, carrying a small schoolbag, looking up at him covered in blood.

"If I go to Mariko, will Riko be happy?"

"No." Gojo Satoru replied, but whether he was answering Fu Heihui or the little girl.This kind of thing is not even clear to him.

"Only this is the only thing I can say, 100% not." Gojo Satoru looked at the past through funny sunglasses, but Fu Heihui standing in front of him showed disgust like a small animal because of his answer.

The answer he told Fu Heihui today was this, but what was Fu Heisher's answer at that time?

But no matter what the answer was, Yuuki did everything in the end because of the deceitful words and tiny hopes.

He thought of Yuuki who fell down countless times, the endless lavender fields in Furano, the blue sky of Okinawa and the dust and smoke on the ruins.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, and reached out to stroke Fu Heihui's frizzy head regardless of Fu Heihui's stinky face.

"OK, then leave the rest to me." He smiled easily and turned his head to leave.

"But you have to work harder, you have to become stronger." The smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually faded, and he still said to Fu Heihui with a smile, "At least don't be thrown too far away by me."

Don't... go too far.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes.