The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

"Oh, it's really carved out of the same mold."

Gojo Satoru next to him was showing a disgusted expression of ghost animal (x).

"Hiss, I always feel quite uncomfortable seeing this face."

He said so with a voice that almost squeezed out of his back teeth.

……

When I learned that the "child" in Wutiaokou's "whether you want a child" refers to the day after the death of the son of the Buddhist monastery (Fuhei) Shier entrusted him before his death, the former took me to the In front of a little boy with a sea urchin head about three years old.

"Well, although I plan to officially meet the little devil again in two or three years."

"But thinking that since the little white bird doesn't seem very happy recently, I just got it here in advance for you to play with~"

——This is his original words.

Listen, is this what people say?

I almost suspected that this guy thought it was troublesome to bring up children, so he just found an excuse and forced it to others.

Also, to say that a three-year-old child who can make soy sauce is like a doll can be brought here if he wants to, it is completely careless!

It is a miracle for a child to grow up healthy.

However, the complaints are the complaints. Anyway, all the tasks have already been gathered together and completed ahead of schedule. I am idle, and I just want to see what the child of Fuheshier looks like for Heiyu, so finally...

So full of curiosity and joining in the fun, he skipped class and ran out from the high school, and followed Gojo Satoru who knew the way to Saitama County near Tokyo.

And then what you see-

With his hands in his pockets, the white-haired boy with the face of a villain said the words at the beginning.

Maybe he was slightly intimidated by Gojo Wujo's unscientific height or temperament, a small boy with an extremely delicate and beautiful face shrank towards the corner of the wall, looked up like a harmless little white rabbit Me on the side.

Maybe it was because my expression was a bit serious at this time. After the eyes met, he gave up asking for help, his lips were pursed, his thick eyelashes fluttered quietly, and he turned around like he was looking for an escape route.

It's a pity that I wanted to escape several times, but I was often blocked by Gojo Satoru's long legs and flinched back. In the end, the little sea urchin could only stick to the corner of the wall, looking up at us secretly.

"Hmm..." Seeing that the child could finally listen to people and no longer wanted to run away, Gojo Satoru asked, "Is it 'Hui', right? I am..."

Then a certain part was kicked unexpectedly.

"Tsk."

Gojo Satoru, who was successfully protected to the vitals by the no-lower-limit technique, smacked his lips, lifted the slightly surprised child off the ground, and looked closely at it.

"If it wasn't because I was the strongest, you would have almost robbed me of the happiness of the rest of my life."

"..."

"Are you staring at me? Hmph, I really can't understand your face."

I also approached a little closer, and observed the subtly familiar hairstyle of the child who had given up struggling.

The memory of the first time I used stream water to shine on my face about ten years ago quickly flashed in my mind, and the memory of Mr. Tomioka Yoshiyuki who was unreasonably associated with the same thorn head at that time...

This child's face is exactly the same as what Hei Yu pinched for her back then.

The strange favorability is so upupup.

Naturally, Wujo Satoru's bullying behavior towards this child could no longer be allowed to go away.

So, seeing the child's eyelashes drooping, and looking a bit aggrieved by the unknown situation, the white-haired boy stretched out his hand and poked the arm of the white-haired boy next to him.

"What's the matter~?"

Turning away with a smile.

On the spot, he performed a Gojo Satoru who changed his face like turning the pages of a book. His voice and expression immediately softened by [-] degrees, and he asked the girl who looked over.

"that……"

Shiratori raised his hand, and pointed at Megumi's somewhat frustrated and aggrieved face, which he picked up like a chick.

"When I first met you, I seemed to use a similar face."

"—so can you stop bullying him like that? It looks kind of weird to me."

In order to avoid frightening the children to contact some "face-changing female ghost", the above words are all said by Shiratori standing on tiptoe and whispering in the ear of the other party.

"Ok?"

Covering his ears that were numb from the slightly hot breath, Gojo Gojo was stunned when he heard the words.

The face you used when meeting for the first time?

Try to think about it.

It seems that there is such a thing.

My own young tame dye has a magic formula to change his appearance - after such a setting immediately came to mind, he immediately remembered the scene of grabbing fingers when they first met in front of the giant pit...

"Ahaha, let me just say~"

Quickly and carefully lowering the child in his hand from mid-air, he carelessly rubbed the other party's hair which looked prickly but was unexpectedly soft.

"!"

Lifting his eyes without making a sound, Fu Heihui saw the white-haired tall man in front of him who just said "I want to make this boy his father and beat him again" and his smile burst out instantly, rubbing his mouth with the palm of his hand Zhong also said:

"I just said why does this face look so kind to me——"

"It's so cute, the eyelashes are long and curly, it must be very popular with girls, hahaha~"

Fu Heihui: "..."

What's the matter with this man?

Are you kidding me?

"Okay, Wutiao," the corners of my eyes twitched, I grabbed the hands of the people around me who were about to smash the child's head off, and looked at him in disapproval, "With this strength, are you stroking the curse spirit?"

At first glance, he looks like an idiot father who doesn't know the seriousness and has no experience.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because things like head-touching and killing are usually done by little white birds to me?"

"……so?"

With his palm away from the little sea urchin that was crushed under the couch, Gojo Satoru scratched his face with a sneer.

"So, occasionally I want to try what it feels like to rub the head of a little white bird-I'm afraid it will hurt you, so I will practice with Hui sauce first?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

O~Q.

I:"!"

Seeing that the child's little eyes became hurt, his mouth was puckered, and his little face swelled up a little bit, it seemed that he was really wronged, and his heart immediately softened into a puddle.

Mother... Maternal love is overflowing.

"It's really... Hai Xsi can't get rid of the crumbs in your character, Gojo Satoru!" I said, jumping up, I wanted to block this basketball hoop, and get justice for our Huihui, "Stand up Don't move!"

He motioned for him to stick his head over and hit me to vent my anger.

"Yes Yes."

Unexpectedly, this guy was very obedient and really moved his head over, and directly lowered his body by a large amount even with the profit.

It just happens to be in a horizontal position that can be easily reached by my hand, which is extremely considerate.

Instead, I felt embarrassed: "It's...it doesn't have to be like this."

"Ah, don't you want to fight?" Seeing that I didn't have the nerve to make a real move for a while, he blinked, and finally tilted his head in a natural state, "Reluctant?"

The voice is mellow and gentle, but it is clearly mixed with a slight smile, with a teasing tone that is a bit of a five-way style.

It's as if I really expected that I couldn't bear to treat him like that.

"..."

"..."

"that……"

During the silent stalemate, a childish voice suddenly broke the atmosphere that was gradually becoming a little strange.

"If there's nothing else, can I go home first?"

From being a little nervous and even aggrieved at the beginning, to witnessing the interaction of elementary school students like a foolish couple, and then to the prolonged staring at each other, Fu Heihui, who was almost expressionless, asked indifferently while clutching the bag of her small schoolbag.

He doesn't want to use this as a backdrop thank you.

"Huh?" Gojo Gojo, who seemed to have finally remembered what he was here for, came back to his senses, "Reject, you can't leave yet."

Press and hold the little luotou who took the opportunity and wanted to sneak away: "Before that, hurry up and take us to meet your temporary guardian, you brat."

Fu Heihui: "..."

It's so annoying, this man.

And it's double standard.

the other side--

I:"?"

Temporary guardian?

Doesn't the boy live with his mother?

Hearing the unexpected vocabulary, he was about to ask what happened, when he heard a nervous cry from a little girl behind him.

"benefit!"

Da da da, the sound of hurried footsteps surrounded my ears, and the figure of a girl with her ponytail tied up high quickly ran towards Fu Heihui, who was still being held down by Wujo.

"Are you all right? Got bullied again?"

Protecting the boy who was a little shorter than her, the new girl vigilantly wanted to look at the white hair who was not kind to them.

"You...back away first."

Pursing his lips, Fu Heihui, who subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes, pushed away the girl who might be his sister, switched positions, and blocked her back.

"oh oh--?"

Watching the scene in front of him, Gojo Satoru raised one eyebrow with interest, and tilted his head to look at Tsumiki who Kei tried to hide.

"Are you Tsumiji? Hui-chan's step-sister? Well, Fu Heisher later... the child who brought her?"

"!"

"Ah, don't look so surprised, I've already checked with someone before I came here. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

I just wanted to remind Gojo Satoru to pay attention to the tone of the child when he speaks, and to adopt it properly, don't make it look like an inspection...

Unexpectedly, at this time, the child named "Tsun Meiji" who finally saw the five faces with his mouth wide open suddenly said something out of nowhere:

"Did Dazai-san dye his hair? He's wearing strange sunglasses."

Gojo Satoru: "Who?"

I:"?!"

Fu Heihui: "...the voices are different."

Tsumiji: "Huh? But it always feels like..."

Take some sunglasses off.

Until Gojo Satoru's unique kaleidoscopic blue eyes, which cannot be reproduced, fully appeared in the eyes of the children——

After staring carefully for a few seconds, Tsumiki realized that he had misidentified the person, and nodded his toes and whispered sorry.

It is not surprising that children as young as four years old will recognize the wrong person, and face blindness cannot be ruled out.

But now my focus is: the Dazai he is talking about, could it be the one I said I knew in that world before...

The Dazai who also has the OOC self-consciousness that he doesn't feel OOC after seeing too much?

No, no, it must be a coincidence.

After all, the surname "Dazai" is quite common...

No.

It seems really uncommon?

Big problem!

Could it be that the reason why the system has been gone for so long is...

World Fusion?

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded behind him.

Certain memories also revived in an instant.

The steaming curry, the mellow coffee, the noisy children upstairs, the boss's hairline moved back a bit, and so on, all of them rushed towards me as if they were bound together with this voice.

While turning around, he blurted out:

"—Odasaku!"

When Gojo Satoru lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "Does he have such a surname?", the man standing behind me and looking up at me also narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes overflowed with joy unconsciously.

"It's Shiratori, long time no see, you also live in Qi..."

"Odasaku! It's really Odasaku!!"

Before he finished speaking, I couldn't wait, like a little sparrow who can only walk and jump, jumped several meters at once with my arms raised high.

"what……"

The man with reddish-brown hair seemed to be taken aback by my actions that I would never have done before, but his reaction was fast enough. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch me, and let me fall into his arms with a good temper like a father. inside.

"Little white bird, has it become a little more lively than before? It's a little surprising."

Gently hooking his lips, Odasaku raised his hand to caress the top of the girl's head just like in the short period of time before.

The latter was buried in his arms, sniffing indistinctly to find the familiar smell of curry, the dull hair on the top of his head writhing happily from side to side.

"Gooooohhhhh..."

He vaguely heard the sound from the cat's throat when he was angry. Turning his head, Oda Saku immediately saw the white-haired boy not far away who seemed to be very hostile to him, and the black sunglasses couldn't resist him exuding resentment .

After thinking about it, he slowly tilted his head, and Odasaku continued his last sentence:

"(Personality becomes lively) Is it because of getting a boyfriend?...It seems that I have reached this age."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

He froze for a moment, and the black air around him quickly subsided.

After the expression went from =皮= to OO and then to ^w^, Gojo Satoru, who felt that he had realized it, immediately sprayed out small flowers behind him, and a string of smoke flashed to this chin with a little beard in the same three steps and two steps In front of the stubble middle-aged man.

"Hello, Uncle Yue!"

"My name is Gojo Satoru, it's the first time we meet, please give me some advice~"

Obediently and confidently approached directly to say hello.

The words are polite, the voice is sunny, and the smile is impeccable.

Gojo Satoru: () Good, very energetic.