I'll retire when I'm done

Rational cognition of death and perceptual acceptance of death are two different things.

It took Gojo Satoru one night to realize the fact of death, but it took three years to truly admit the death of someone——

Don't look, don't think, don't remember.

——As long as she doesn't look back, she hasn't died.

For this reason, he didn't even touch anything that could contact her.

Whether it’s the Chanyuan family, the Zenyuan Shier, those who have served, or the mysterious gods hiding in the gaps of the world——

give up.

forgotten.

In the process of growing up, the boy gave up a lot of things that he did not want to let go of. He wiped out his shallow and fragile humanity and obsessions that lingered like a curse in childhood, leaving behind a powerful and flawless Gojo Satoru in the eyes of a conjurer.

How should the Six Eyes, which is rare in a millennium, live?

He should be high above himself, untouched by worldly desires, born with divinity much higher than human nature, and a little self-indulgence is not enough to restrain him from overlooking the essence of the world, which is free from the secular world. He lives in the eyes of the world but lives according to his own wishes, like A god who lives lazily in the world.

The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog;

The sage is not benevolent, and regards the common people as dogs.

Gojo Satoru grew up step by step and lived too arrogantly, like the genius everyone imagined, but genius can't define the content of Gojo Satoru. The content wrapped in the youth with snow-haired blue eyes and handsome appearance like a god is just simple and complex. It's just "five enlightenment", he doesn't accept other people's definition of himself, he only accepts his own definition of other things.

Why can it be done?

Because it is Wujo Wu.

Why do you want to do this?

Because it is Wujo Wu.

Like an unreasonable god, self-serving to implement his own definition for incomprehensible things.

He lived arrogantly, arrogantly and unrestrainedly in the human world. He grew up smoothly from childhood, and his talent and appearance were the pinnacle of godsend; like what others expected, like what he once imagined—but Gojo Satoru should be What's it like?

No one has the guts to give a final definition.

——Human beings are so small, how to define the concept of God?

The Six Eyes is getting stronger day by day, sitting on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood of the curse spirit, Dugu Qiubai is so high that he cannot hear the people whispering behind him, all kinds of speculation and thinking, and finally they gave up thinking Power and freedom, interpreting all unreasonable results with a common definition——

Because it is Gojo Satoru, all of this is taken for granted.

Humans don't have the guts to speculate on gods.

Creeping, awe, fear, faith.

This is what they do.

But there are always people who have the guts to overthrow the throne of God, who dare to touch the gods when they are at the bottom, and stand alone in front of the waves and set off huge waves. Whether it is a king or a god, they are not afraid of a tyrant who dares to look down on the throne and play with the gods— ——It took a long time for Gojo Satoru to realize that the first encounter with Baihong was condescending and pressing the top of his head. The origin was not because of the whim of ignorance, fearlessness and childishness, but because she was that kind of person in essence.

- That is the curse of origin.

Her arrogance attracted the prying eyes of the young gods.

But Gojo Satoru was too young at the time, and he still didn't understand how bad the combination of a madman with both attributes of a tyrant and a gambler would be if he was wrapped in perfect rationality. He just happily caught her Beside him, he was enthusiastically admiring this fresh prey, which was completely different from the family doll and the decayed old man.

The initial feelings have nothing to do with love or affection, but the simplest and most intuitive desire after stripping away all tender emotions.

You want to stay, you want to accompany me.

The boy grabbed the girl's palm, squeezed her throat, and whispered to her softly.

Then he thought, you have to love me.

Don't love me like a mortal, but love me with the true and arrogant ambition that overlooks everything in the world.

It's just that the superficial and ignorant love of the gods is not enough to restrain the bird that flies across the sky and the sea. There is always light in her eyes, and some people are born with the instinct to stand at the top. Forcing her neck may be exchanged for False loyalty for a moment, but taming a fierce beast itself requires strength and ambition far beyond it. At that time, Gojo Satoru had not yet developed such a strong obsession, so he let go of her and did not look at her.

...then fly.

The boy was forced to admit a cruel fact, and chose to take a step back.

He thought he had given the correct answer, but the result was that the bird broke its wings and the soul imprint died.

--die.

...For quite a long time, Gojo Satoru's rationality was teetering on the verge of cracking. Fortunately, as long as he convinced himself that he didn't care so much, he could maintain the simplest appearance. Communication, study, work, making friends - he started to come into contact with stories that he had never touched in Wujo's house. The fast-paced life of the Conjuration College was enough to break his past living habits and squeeze the time for extravagant memories. Not left.

It’s okay to lose a disobedient bird, there are so many things that can replace the bird, why bother to obsess over a fruitless childhood memory.

Gojo Satoru, who was busy fighting with his new classmates, gritted his teeth and cursed the little bird who had been missing for so many years in the spare time.

Wujo Wu and his classmate Xia Youjie just met each other for the first time, but they spend more than half of their time together fighting. They are both genius boys with eyes above the top. But it's also a matter of gestures, each other is the same kind of repulsion, and the resistance that is not pleasing to the other.

The two teamed up and came to Yokohama, and started fighting before starting work. Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie finally took a step back before the mission deadline, temporarily abandoning the childish reasons for fighting between young people, and splitting the two ends. The curse of Riccido in this chaotic city.

——It was a surprise to appear in Yokohama after receiving the mission, and it was even more a surprise to see that figure from behind.

At that moment, Gojo Goto stood there blankly, seeing the familiar and unfamiliar thin back standing alone among the crowd, her temperament was gentle and introverted, and she couldn't see the slightest arrogance in the past. She felt a little too soft and quiet. The chaotic downtown streets did not bring her due consideration and care. The crowd passed her by, and then she further showed a sense of helplessness and loneliness.

She walked slowly, and the only person she could rely on was a three or four year old child. When she turned her head slightly, the white silk on her eyes was exposed, and it seemed that even her eyes had been lost.

...For a moment, Gojo Satoru was almost unable to contain the violent anger around him.

so what? ? ?

So what did he get in exchange for his tolerance and concession?

Gojo Satoru gave up the mission without the slightest hesitation, and with his classmate who was still working hard at the other end of the city, he pulled away a chair and sat down in front of Baihong, who had been away for ten years, and forced a brief exchange with him.

...a heartless, heartless woman.

After a few words, Gojo Satoru showed a dark and sneer full of mockery.

…It’s not a reaction of not remembering who you are at all, it’s a guilty conscience reaction of knowing what you’re doing and being vigilant.

During the silence, he began to look critically at Bai Hong's current appearance several times.

She was very thin, very quiet, her skin was pale and bloodless, she was so desolate that she had lost all vitality and made it impossible to think of health. The blue blood vessels clearly protruded on the back of her hand, intertwined into too conspicuous abrupt lines.

He used the six-eye technique to observe the thin and fragile body. The blood was flowing and the internal organs were healthy. Fortunately, he had not suffered heavy blows or damage. The eyes behind the white silk seemed to be wrapped in countless vicious curses, and he could only see A mass of dead black.

Even the sixth eye can no longer see the shape of her pupils—what a pair of beautiful eyes they used to be, strange, magnificent, so bright that they seemed to reflect the moonlight and the galaxy.

How did you make yourself like this?

...Why would someone be willing to turn you into this?

Before he felt pity, he saw a young child who looked like her running out of the noisy crowd, calling her happily.

"Mother".

And Bai Hong got up, greeted the young child with a smile.

——It's like a curse-like title.

After he reacted, the instant burst of spell power had already smashed the wooden table in front of him into powder, and such a big movement naturally caused the crowd to panic and scream - if he changed the place, it would have been as early as the moment his spell power ran away. Get ready to go back and write the report; but in Yokohama, a gray city with many supernatural beings, confusion and confusion are commonplace. Gojo Satoru spent about one-tenth of a second thanking the city for the additional Good thing, followed by Bai Hong who raised his vigilance to the other side again, showing an extremely false worried expression.

"Are you all right? Have you been implicated?"

Bai Hong patted the dust off the child's body, then shook his head.

"fine."

The culprit sat on the chair as motionless as a mountain, staring at the child hidden in Bai Hong's arms.

——Under six eyes, there are no secrets.

He did have the same bloodline as Baihong, but this young woman called mother did not become a mother's body. Hong's lower abdomen was flat and firm, and under the snow-white skin were organs that had never been polluted, clean and untouched. gave birth to any life.

... Well, he remembered that Hong should have an older brother?

What's it called?

Gojo Satoru frowned.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

However, the blood relationship makes sense, but what is incomprehensible is, why do you want to lie?

"Why are you lying?"

Before Gojo Satoru could speak, another voice sounded suddenly.

Several people present were startled.

But the person who spoke had a kind of too pure straightforwardness and magnanimity. He came to Bai Hong and asked clearly again: "This child is not your son, and the person who was called before today was not mother." ——If you call it that, it will bother her.”

Baihong reflexively put his hands on top of Fu Heihui's head, and there was a distant and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Kids just like to mess around."

Bai Hong's tone was calm, and he gave an explanation that was not an explanation.

"I am the aunt of this child. His mother passed away early, and he has no other suitable relatives, so I will take care of him at present."

Fu Heihui was not very happy, but obediently muttered the original address in her arms.

"...If you call me mother, others won't stare at aunt."

The other party immediately yelled: "Is this impossible? Your aunt looks like this. It is she who is blind and not someone else."

The child immediately became angry. "You are not allowed to call my aunt!"

The other party spoke briskly, and didn't think there was any problem at all: "Ah? I'm not wrong, she is indeed blind."

Bai Hong patted the child's head, and asked in a good-tempered manner, "Are you looking for me?"

Compared with the Mr. Sorcerer with unknown intentions, the target of this stranger who spoke up was much more straightforward - his eyes were always fixed on him, and he never left from the beginning to the end.

"Uh-huh!"

The other party's tone was light, "I was preparing to line up to buy crepes from this store, and I was looking for an anniversary gift for Yosano..."

A smile grew in his voice.

But I didn't expect it at all, and I met a "gift" that was more perfect than any other choice.

The giver of that strange white flower that Dr. Xie Ye has been thinking about for so many years, like guarding his heart——

Is there a more suitable gift than her?

"Hey Kunikida!"

The young man happily raised his voice, and excitedly called his partner: "The gift prepared for Dr. Xie Ye has been found, come quickly—"

The man named Kunikida squeezed out of the crowd panting, and repeated again helplessly:

"Mr. Luanbu, please don't run around—" His voice paused, and he saw the white silk on Bai Hong's eyes first, and his voice became much softer: "This is...?"

Bai Hong tilted his head, a bit unable to react.

"It's a gift, a gift, Kunikida!" The young man's voice became a little unhappy: "As long as I bring her back, Yosano and I will be super happy!"

Kunikida Doppo: "...No, Ranpo-san, even you can't take anyone back casually, and this lady's eyes don't look very suitable for walking around..."

"What's the relationship?" The young man looked back at Bai Hong, and asked directly, "Don't you want to see Yu Xie Ye now?"

"……oops."

Bai Hong curled his lips, showing a slightly surprised expression.

"Yoyano... Is it Yoyano Akiko? Is that child with you now? It's okay to go and have a look, if Xiaohui is okay."

The child is fine.

As long as he doesn't go home to see his own father, of course there is no problem in choosing Fu Heihui.

The young man immediately turned his head to argue with his companion: "Look at what I said, I didn't take people back casually! Hurry up and buy the crepes, Kunikida, and go back together, it will make Yosano and Yosano the happiest The person must be me—very well, this time is also a perfect victory for the detective!"

"……Hey."

Suddenly Bai Hong's sleeve was gently grabbed by someone, she couldn't see the other person's appearance, but felt that this gesture seemed familiar.

"I haven't finished asking, where are you going?"

Bai Hong sighed lightly.

"...Is there something wrong, Mr. Unknown Sorcerer?"

The young man frowned, not liking this indifferent address: "...Haven't I already introduced myself?"

"That, Mr. Sorcerer?" Bai Hong didn't want to have too much involvement with the magic world, and reminded him very politely: "If you keep messing around like this, maybe it will really hurt that 'Xia Youjie'." Unnecessary trouble, huh?"

... Whether he is sleepy or not has nothing to do with me.

Gojo Satoru remained silent for a long time, staring at Baihong's face, and said word by word: "I know people from the Wujo family—"

Bai Hong: "..."

She turned her head quickly, and asked Kunikida with an extremely sincere tone: "Would you mind bringing more people with you?"