The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

……

……

……

After that night.

A very long time.

Nothing happened.

I still carry out the ordinary life of going to class (wandering mind), purging (fishing), and visiting (visiting Huihui and empty-nest Shier) every day.

Occasionally, Wutiao led him to skip class and sneak out to have some snacks, or made fun of Xia Youjie, who would never get a black feather straight ball, because of his ability to be single.

Life in high school was pretty good.

In a blink of an eye, August has passed, and seeing Mother Moon's belly getting swollen day by day, counting the days, it is almost time to enjoy the moon and eat dumplings together.

……

Right now, the student cafeteria.

"Tomorrow!!!" Gojo Wumao, who was the first to finish the apple and honey curry rice in the rice bowl, raised his arms, and suddenly said in the tone and volume of announcing a major event, "——you can eat the long-awaited Tsukimi It's a dumpling!"

Excitement is running high written from head to toe.

"And the fact is that you've been stealing food every day, right?" the housekeeper next to him, with a cigarette dangling in his eyes, glanced at the smudge of the rambunctious white fur's mouth, which most likely came from the dumpling. Soybean flour, "It is clear that the time limit for enjoying the taste can be until tomorrow."

I recalled the public refrigerator from the dazzling array at the beginning to the almost empty public refrigerator now, and sighed.

"That's right!" Mentioning this, the black-haired girl in a red and white kimono at the dining table immediately got angry, and for a moment seemed particularly indignant and pointed at the culprit who stole the food, "Obviously it was all prepared for everyone with Nitzi's money. In the end, I was almost eaten by you alone! Give me a little reflection!"

The named culprit didn't panic at all, instead he shrugged his shoulders fearlessly, rolled his eyes and showed a childish impatient expression.

"Hey—don't be so rigid, it's not that you can only eat Tsukimi dumplings on the day of Jujuya~"

The mouth continued to say the words that are not needed: "Also, Diva. If you express too much, you will get wrinkles easily when you get old~ If you have a more expressionless face, you may not be so fierce. You can successfully make yourself Maybe it’s even possible to sell it?”

"you--!!"

"What are you talking about to me, a young and beautiful high school girl!!"

An Ge Ji, who was blown up by the bad junior, immediately raised her chair.

"And say honorifics to me! Don't you understand respecting seniors and respecting seniors!?"

"Wow, it's scary, little white bird, save me~"

Without any psychological burden, he hid behind his girlfriend who was two or three sizes smaller than him, and personally interpreted the meaning of the phrase "one leaf obstructs the eye".

Xia Youjie: "Childish ghost."

Jia Ruozi: "Too stupid..."

"Well, senior diva, please let this child go," the white-haired girl who originally just wanted to have a good meal saw the scene once again plunged into chaos because of her cat, and habitually acted as a peacemaker to smooth things over, "Yes I suddenly wanted to eat dumplings, so Wucai helped me get some more."

"Huh? Obviously not..."

Gojo Satoru blinked his blue eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

But Shiratori turned his head with a straight face and snatched his head, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the extra clean handkerchief in his hand.

In short, the evidence should be destroyed first...

"Hey hey~"

Right in the middle of his arms, Wutiao took the initiative to deliver it to the door obediently, and obediently wiped it, and even hugged and rubbed it a few times.

Enjoying all of this with peace of mind, he looks like a big cat who is satisfied after being stroked, half proud and half "you come to hit me" and made a disrespectful face at the third grade senior who had not vented his anger.

The cat sticks out its tongue.

"..."

"Ah, how angry, Shiratori-senpai, you are too used to this guy!"

Although she was angry, she still put down her weapon. An Geji looked at the two people who were able to get along harmoniously with a complicated expression on her face.

"Obviously you like to eat snacks like pickled peppers and chicken feet. How could you be interested in such sweet things? You are obviously covering up!"

"Oh?" Xia Youjie, who had been silent for a long time, half-opened his eyes at this moment, "Does that mean... that kind of sour and spicy imported snacks? It's really amazing... Xiao White Bird."

He looked over with admiration.

Shiratori: "No... I don't have anything to eat often."

Anyway, I tried my best to justify it.

Trying to draw a line with this snack that doesn't match cute jk.

She really only went to eat and watch it because she felt nostalgic, and she didn't like this kind of food very much!

"Yeah, a friend who traveled a few days ago brought this strange-smelling souvenir that tastes more choking than wasabi."

"If it weren't for the presence of a school girl, I really wouldn't know what to do with it. After all, if someone doesn't want to eat it, they will feel sorry for it."

The feeder's nunnery girl continued to say so, as if she was not aware of it.

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Senior diva, don't you look at the occasion when you speak? (Kyoko face)

She really doesn't like eating paw paws!

"Ah. Sour... and spicy...?"

At this time, in the mist, Jia Ru Nizi, who had been silent on the sidelines while swallowing clouds and distracted, suddenly paused at his fingertips.

With probing eyes, he quickly turned to Gojo Satoru on the opposite side of the table who was pressing a can of milk onto the head of the white bird with despair written all over his face.

Shiratori: "Can I..."

Gojo Satoru: "No way~"

Home into the glass: "Look at——"

"What's the matter? Glass?" Diva asked curiously, looking at the junior in the same seat.

Xia Youjie also raised his eyelids as if aware of it.

Jia Ruozi: "No...it's nothing."

Finally shook his head.

Maybe she was too sensitive.

What do you think.

If that's the case, Wujo should be exterminated on the spot.

but.

Tens of seconds later...

"Ugh—cough, cough, cough,"

Shiratori, who had been drinking the after-dinner milk before, suddenly leaned over while leaning on the table and began to cough.

"!" x4

Eyes gather.

"Are you okay?"

It is rare to see Gojo Satoru, who was a little flustered, and immediately got up when he saw this sudden change.

Turning her head to the left side of the girl to check the situation of the other party, she anxiously stretched her head out from the right side, looking like a seagull stuck in oil, and did not forget to put her big palm on her back to help others Gently pat to smooth the air.

Xia Youjie: "Little white bird? Are you okay?"

Um Diva: "Ah, the junior girl choked on drinking too fast?"

Home into the glass: "Look at..."

I:……

well.

The fish is hooked.

In the face of everyone's concern, like a famous scene in a certain episode of Conan, I maintained a posture of bowing my head, showing a conspiracy-satisfied smile in the blind spot of everyone's vision.

"I……"

Zhizhi drank less than one-tenth of the canned milk, and his voice was thick and nasal.

Instead, he waited until his eyes had accumulated enough tears from the pain of his thigh being pinched by his fingers, and finally raised his head in a very pitiful gesture.

"Don't drink this."

"I want to drink yogurt Q~Q"

The tip of the nose of the girl in front of her was slightly red, and the red circle under her eyes was more obvious because of her fair skin.

In addition, this is the face of an obedient student...

It's like being bullied and forced to drink something you don't like.

Everyone who looked at each other: "..."

"too……"

"Too much Gojo Satoru!"

Seeing this, Ange Ji was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up to support Shiratori.

"In short, it's a trick to play tricks on people by putting a lot of sugar in it?"

"Didn't you, who made such a cute and innocent child cry, be a little bit aware of the fact that you are a scumbag?"

Gojo Satoru: "O_O did put a lot of sugar, yes, but..."

Um Diva: "Ha! I knew it!!"

Gojo Satoru: But... things are not what you think.

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"Wu, don't force her," the black-haired DK also frowned, trying to persuade her, "Little White Bird may have a slight lactose intolerance, and it will be uncomfortable if you drink it forcefully."

Gojo Satoru: "O_O But isn't this disease usually only suffered by kittens?"

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Xia Youjie: "But he wants to drink yogurt."

Give her a drink, give her a drink.jpg

Gojo Satoru: "...are you murdering me?"

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The housekeeper was absent-minded, Nunu cigarette butt, and asked: "Aside from this, is there any other way to force the little white bird?"

Gojo Satoru: "Of course not..."

The answer was very unfounded.

Jia Ruozi: "Tsk. You better not be."

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Appeared!

The extremely distrustful expression of looking at the man (bug) who has no lower limit!

Sanfu... refers to.

Seeing the five limps in front of them drooping their heads and not speaking anymore, the soft curls on the top of their heads are also a little bit stiff.

Shiratori: "..."

Well, it seems that I have overdone it.

……

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru, who felt that he was at fault, and was grievously pointed out by everyone and was guilty, murmured to apologize to Shiratori, and took the latter out of the cafeteria to find the vending machine. Pull out your thoughts from a certain reasoning state just now.

"It's decided," she let out a breath, and pressed out most of the cigarettes left in her hand, her tone was as resolute as if she was about to go to the battlefield, "I will quit smoking from today."

Um Diva: "?"

Xia Youjie: "?"

...Where did this come from?

"Ah, ah la."

"Is Nitro finally willing to take this step?"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Senior Diva, who had failed to persuade her many times, still felt extremely relieved.

"It's a good thing, but it's so sudden, hahaha."

I can only haha ​​politely and embarrassingly.

"Yeah." Nodding, Nitro's eyes suddenly became as sharp as Tumei's, looking directly at the direction where the tall and the short left, and murmured:

——"After all, everything is for the children."

An Ge Ji: "???"

child?who?

five?

Or Shiratori?

Or do both count?

It doesn't seem to be bad at all.

The two juniors, one from the appearance and the other from the character, are two children anyway.

"Uh……"

Almost no mouthful of soup came out.

Feeling that he had guessed something, Xia Youjie put his hands on his forehead and did not make a statement for the time being.

Although at present, the results caused by the blunders on the side of the glass are considered good (referring to smoking cessation).

but always feel...

Seems like a big misunderstanding, right?

At that time Wu was stuffed so much... No way, no way?

……

the other side.

Outdoors, alone, vending machines.

Satisfied and bored, I, who have been craving blueberry yogurt recently, asked Wujo Gojo for the can of super sweet soda that was empty in Wujo Wu's hand on a whim.

"Well, little white bird really likes yogurt recently?"

"Well, it's good to have a change of taste once in a while."

I dealt with it casually, and pushed the cat's head, which was full of sweet sparkling water smell, towards me.

(Ah, sure enough, as long as this guy has something sweet to renew his life, he can quickly regain his vitality, and all the slump just now will be wiped away)

When he was a little confused and grunted and watched over, the pull ring was removed, and Xiaojiji acted as a ring and put it on the little finger of his right hand.

"How about it?"

He waved it childishly.

As if to show off, he blinked at the beautiful eyes that reflected me.

"Wrong~"

Pretending to be serious like a teacher, he pushed Xiaoyuan's sunglasses, and then gently held my hand from below.

"At least it should be worn on the left hand, right?"

The slender fingertips rubbed the little finger slowly, carefully removing it without hurting my joints.

"Hmm, you're right," I nodded in agreement, and made a speech as a straight man, "It's really inconvenient to use your right hand, and persistence will hinder it."

"No, it's because the left hand is closer to the heart." Gojo Satoru remained still, looking at me with his eyes raised above the sunglasses, his pale eyelashes were particularly eye-catching. "Don't you think it's more romantic to say that?"

Saying cheerfully, I put the fake ring on the ring finger of my left hand.

"This position...does something seem wrong?"

He raised his hand and tilted his head to the left, looked and looked again.

I feel that it seems to be quite good, so I let it be worn like this for the time being.

"Ah, so cheap."

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru looked at him with critical eyes, rubbing his chin and looking at him with dissatisfaction.

"And it's easy to scratch and get hurt."

After thinking about it, he still felt that something was wrong, so he took the pull ring off for someone else.

"Shiratori's skin is easy to leave marks, right? So it's better not to like this... Ah, there is, let's see."

I followed his gaze towards the hand being held.

Sure enough, the faded thin white knuckles clearly left a circle of reddish ring marks.

Gojo Gojo rubbed him tentatively with his fingertips a few times, but there was still no sign of wanting to go away.

"Ah, really..."

After being mentioned by him, I realized that I still have such a setting.

Well, though.

For such a trivial matter that does not cause much harm at all, it is not a problem to ask the system to adjust it for me, but recently this leader with a strong sense of self-discipline seems not to be online.

System: Refuse to eat dog food. Dogs are also affectionate. Dogs also care about dogs. Everyone is responsible. Thank you.

but it does not matter.

Isn't it just a little thing?

I can do it too!

At the moment, I looked at Mao Mao who was very annoyed and stared at my hand confidently, and said to comfort him, "It can be recovered quickly with surgery."

Yes.

【Immortality】It's a drop!

It is not impossible to open a plastic surgery shop after graduating from a high school another day, to remove scars, and so on.

Me: "If you do a good job, you can solve the root cause."

"Solve it from the root cause..." Gojo Satoru seemed hesitant, and thought for a while, "Well, I really don't want it?"

Finally shaking his head, he stomped on the pull ring that was thrown to the ground.

Immediately, I don't know what kind of technique he used, so that the twisted ring that was bent and deformed to the point where it could no longer see its shape accurately flew into the box.

"!"

Is it actually the type that can be classified well?

The point is wrong.

"Okay, if you say no, then don't."

I shrugged, acting very indifferent.

And took advantage of the opportunity to lean a little closer to him to block the sun.

Tool man, tool soul, and tools are all human beings.

He: "Huh? Why don't you ask me why?"

Me: "Then ask your reason?"

"The reason is that the little white bird will feel more astringent if it keeps like this."

The answer was very straightforward.

No twists and turns.

I:"……"

Said, like turning on a strange switch.

The hands became restless again, and the large body of the cat was also hugged from behind, and the big palm grabbed my hand and made a perfect throwing move towards the trash can.

It is the first time that an empty yogurt box has successfully entered the box from such a long distance.

Ai.

Last time, I complained to him that I always failed to make a shot, and I wanted to make a try. It seems...

"It feels like even breathing a little heavier will leave marks on the skin..." Gojo Satoru didn't notice the flash of light in my eyes, but said something irrelevant, "It's great, isn't it? ?”

He said "huh" for a while, and blew mischievously on the neck where he could feel the soft white hair slightly touched by him.

"... "

Hey, this guy is getting more and more irrelevant.

and!

"Breathing or something is a completely different matter."

I said, it follows the consistent Tucao character design.

I bulged my cheeks and tried my best to ignore the burning sensation from the back of my neck.

"Look, it's turning red ~ soon." He said "Whoah" there, like a kindergarten student breaking a chick for the first time.

"It's beyond my control! Let's go!" It's almost like his hair will be scratched and exploded by him.

Pushed away the rather heavy big cat.

"Give me a little restraint."

Still in school, right?

Occasionally there will be teachers and alumni passing by, right!

Always suddenly close the distance and stick to him, do you really think of yourself as a cat circling around your ankle?

The restless guy keeps making small moves.

"Yes, I'm not kidding you~"

"Don't be angry."

Fortunately, this person is quite acquainted.

Gojo Satoru stopped his nonsense and stepped back a little, spreading his hands out, as if he had no weapons to show his sincerity.

By the way, he stuck out his tongue slightly.

"Not angry anymore," I said.

There is really nothing to do with him.

"That's right, how is your leg, little white bird?" But then he tilted his head as if thinking of something, "The imprint left on it yesterday is still... eh?"

Ah ah ah ah ah

That's enough.

Awareness or something... I take back my foreword.

"I told you to restrain yourself a little at school!!"

"No, no wrong nest..."

Without emotion, he squatted down and covered the mouth. The man was still babbling to annoy him to death, preventing him from revealing more information so that the wall would have ears.

The temples throbbed.

After he mentioned it, I immediately recalled the finger marks and scrapes all over my legs covered by black silk.

The shocking red one after another on the left makes me very angry.

It seemed that it was right to wear stockings on purpose that night, or it would be unavoidable to be spotted in the light on the way back to the hotel.

Now too.

Otherwise, such uncomfortable things would not be equipped.

As for the finger mark, of course it was Gojo Satoru who pinched it. Although I hurried him to take care of me and didn't use much effort, it is true that the traces were left behind.

And the scratches... Speaking of which, it's completely the other party's fault!

Even though he covered his face and burrowed into the ground, he still wanted to shout out from the cracks in the ground with a hoarse voice, Gojo Satoru, this man is really too strong.

How long can he last?

Answer: Long enough that you use up all your fingers and two toy legs with acid.

terrible.

It's terrible.

The only lucky thing is that that day, after all, there were only two extra ears and one tail, and there was no cactus.

"Since the little white bird doesn't want to mention that, let's talk about some holy topics."

The voice is transmitted, and the thoughts are pulled back.

The hand was gently opened and held, Gojo Satoru suddenly proposed this mysteriously.

"For example?" I raised my eyes to look at him above my head.

Didn't expect much.

Because I think cats can't spit ivory out of their mouths.

"for example--"

"Skip class together and go buy a pair of rings with me, how about it?"

I:"……"

"... "

I dare say Gojo Satoru is lucky now.

The blueberry yoghurt has already been poured into my stomach, and there is nothing that can be sprayed out to paste his face.

It's hard to calm down.

"Well, um, you just said pairing rings? Can it be understood as..."

I guess it must be ridiculous for me to be so shaken now.

His eyes widened like this, his head tilted slightly, trying to make gestures with his hands, and speak in a normal human language.

"Are you talking to me...?"

"Well, that's what the little white bird thought."

He put his hands in his pockets and smiled at me very boyishly.

After a pause, he continued, "Ah, actually, when I wanted to give you a kimono yesterday, I was able to understand that~"

"!!"

"Ah, this reaction... I have to say that sometimes it is quite slow~"

The head was blown rua in a moderate manner.

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Huh?

Is that right?

It turns out that giving kimonos also has that kind of meaning?

No, no, but anyway...

too fast?

and also--

"Shouldn't you follow the steps of 'proposal ring' and then 'wedding ring'?"

Asked, the reflex arc was too long to think of the pupil earthquake.

"It doesn't have to be so rigid," the five soft white hairs scratched slightly chaotically towards the shape of airplane ears, "Let's talk about it, I hate positive arguments."

"..."

Well, well, you are beautiful, you are right.

"Let's go, let's go, anyway, we're going to get to this point sooner or later, aren't we?"

The super-excited Maomao pressed my shoulders and pushed forward like a supermarket trolley.

"No matter what form or time, as long as it's [you] in the end, wouldn't it be fine? Nah?"

"Where are you going? Eh? Seriously? Is it true that if you miss work this week, you won't be downgraded?"

Although it is impossible to drop to the fourth level, it is impossible to go anywhere.

But for the time being, I still want to make a final struggle.

Thinking about it, I always feel that everything I have done since I met this person is like riding a roller coaster...

Why is it so slow in that respect so fast in other respects! !

"Good question! - I'm going to bring Little Shiratori Omotesando Harry Winston next!"

"Let's go!"

Woohoo, amazing.

Super energetic voice.

It means this guy is totally excited.

And...Harry Winston, why does the mystery sound familiar to Mao?

I, who knew almost nothing about jewelry brands, fell into doubt.

Either I have seen it in some TV series or comics, or this brand is too famous...

Well known.

Famous = expensive.

"Calm down, Wujo Satoru. Maomao, calm down," I stopped the car in time at this thought, and began to reason, "This kind of thing that exists purely for the sense of ritual, should be enough? We don't need to waste money on purpose." .”

Correct.

Just make up your mind.

Talking about money hurts feelings, otherwise talking about feelings hurts money.

Think about so many grandpa Fukuzawa Yukichi used to buy pickled pepper chicken feet blueberry yogurt, isn't it delicious?

Isn't it tempting to buy luxury crepes and cat scratching boards for you Gojo Satoru?

Why buy something with the same material as a pencil?

Can the ring eat it?Or is it possible to become stronger than Thanos by wearing ten fingers?

"Ha, that means the little white bird agrees to my marriage proposal?"

"Great!!--"

The white-haired DK bumped into me and stopped. At this time, he fluttered his snow-white eyelashes like big moths happily.

Ah this.

He's such a little genius.

"Did you ask? Is it so casual?" I answered the question with a question.

"I can say that kind of thing as many times as you want... Well, if you want to be more formal, just wait until I get back from the mission and look forward to it!"

Gojo Satoru smiled and flattered me, and said that rings and the like were just for fun.

"It's not expensive, probably only a little more than the price of a few of my shirts." So assured.

"The price of the shirt..."

Nine pounds and fifteen pence came to mind.

Hearing this, I felt relieved, and because of this, I took some strength off my feet, and he led me a little forward: "That's fine."

Well, anyway, it's not the first time I've skipped class with him.

The price a little more than a few shirts should not be exaggerated.

"Wait," on the way to the school gate, I suddenly noticed Hua Dian, twisting and sore and looking up at him at a high level, "You seem to have set up a big FLAG just now!"

"Uh-huh?"

"That's it, after you come back from the mission, or something... really it doesn't matter?"

"Huh? Really, but it doesn't matter, I'm the strongest."

Gojo Satoru said, bouncing around from behind to my side, and naturally slipped his fingertips into my hand, clasping them tightly.

"Are you a primary school student? Do you still bring the ones who are flirting around?"

"Ah, what's the relationship? Speaking of which, I really want to watch the moon with the little white bird tomorrow."

"No way, we all have missions, and you have to go out."

"Well, so let's hurry up and get together today, and Noctua will surely understand."

"No way. By the way, I have to buy the dumpling that you ate. I don't know what flavor Miss Diva likes. Wu, what advice do you have..."

"Wow, little white bird, look at the bird that just flew over looks so strange!"

"Listen well to people..."

……

So that afternoon, he spent the rest of the afternoon and night alone with Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru.

The next day, he personally sent him to the plane for the exorcism mission.

Yes, task.

As agreed before, I agreed to replace Xia Youjie's task.

Every full moon night, which is the fifteenth night, the curse of the village where the mission is located will skyrocket once.

During this time period, a conjurer with certain strength is needed to exorcise.

Although I really want to follow, but this time Gojo Satoru said that I should stay in the high school no matter what.

Xia Youjie thought so too.

I always feel that these two guys are hiding something from me again, but fortunately they told the truth in the end.

Gojo Satoru: "Actually, that village is the hometown of the little white bird."

Xia Youjie: "That's right, as far as you are concerned, there should still be very bad memories there, so just let Wu go."

——At the beginning, I said so.

"Ai?"

To be honest, when two people said the word "hometown", I was quite a bit stunned.

It wasn't until I saw a black feather blinking at me quietly popping up from behind Xia You that I connected the original plot with the present.

Ah, is the village this time the same as the village that Kuroba razed on that full moon and blood moon night?

It may be that some people formed a new group on the land later and developed it until today.

After all, it has been over ten years.

How should I put it... a bit of a coincidence.

It was as if someone had deliberately drawn a circle for me invisibly, guiding me back there.

Is it okay if you just let Gojo go and I stay...

Seeing that I was still hesitant, the big white cat suddenly rushed over to make a regular post.

"It's okay! If the little white bird misses me, you can look at the ring finger of your left hand more!"

As I said that, I pulled my fingers and bumped them together, and the part of the light on the simple ring that was customized into the silhouettes of cats and birds reflected a quiet broken light.

Like someone's eyes.

"Yeah, that's right, it doesn't matter~ Just let the white-haired kid go—"

When Wujo realized Versailles, a black head forced its way between us and blocked the sticky cat and me.

"You heard that, Baimao, do the task well, and your wife can rest assured that you can leave it to me."

As he spoke, he hugged me from behind.

I:……

This child is left outside, no matter how bad his studies are.

"Hey! Where do you put your hands! Get rid of you, bastard——"

"A little bit!"

"###If you have the guts, don't run away! Keep people behind!"

"Forget it, Wu, she's just a child, maybe she doesn't even understand the meaning of the word 'wife' very clearly."

"Ah, that's the only title I still approve of?"

"... Where's the face?"

……

Anyway, at the end of the trouble, Wu was left alone.

After all, I also had a few scattered tasks in the local area that day, and later in the evening, I had to enjoy the lunar eclipse with my alumni.

So in the end, I decided that during the days when Mao Mao was lonely doing single-player missions, let's take a look at the cat on the ring and spend it with a normal heart.

what.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the pairing ring does not only have the function of being a sense of ritual.

but……

What happened later proved that a lot of animation experience told us that things like FLAG really cannot be set up casually.

Even if you are the strongest.

Just before I dragged my tired body that night, went back to the dormitory to re-power on the mobile phone that was quickly drained by the interference of the curse, and planned to run quickly to meet with the Gaozhuan Moon Appreciation Team...

A message prompted by the system suddenly came to my mind.

[It is detected that Wujo Wu has been sealed by the prison gate]

[A huge obstacle to the hidden mission process]

[ps: The failure of the task will not affect the individual host, please take countermeasures according to the situation, I wish you a happy life]

Before I realized what the new term "Prison Gate Frontier" was, the system was already online in a hurry.

"If you have a big problem, don't ask anything. I'll explain it to you after I popularize the science." The familiar voice came over, and his voice was a little eager. "In short, open the [Summoning] history first, I need to confirm."

"history record?……"

I glanced at the message window that Wutiaowu didn't send again, and I was a little nervous because of the system's emotions, so I quickly clicked on the skill panel according to the words.

"That's not it."

"It's not this one either, pull it up."

"Pull to the top, about ten years ago."

"Yes, it's here, stop... Sure enough."

Then I saw——

[Skill (Spell): Summoning]

【history record】

A record immediately following [Hei Yu Su Nuo].

That is the penultimate article.

[Summon Individual: False Summer Oil (Main Line)]

[Summon time: Full Moon Night (Blood Moon)]

[Summoning situation: passive summoning]

【Taming result: failure】

[Processing method: Temporarily seal in situ]

[Current Status: Has a certain ability to act]

"The case has been solved," the system frowned, and speculated, "he in the future line has noticed that your existence is almost equal to the threat posed by Gojo Satoru."

"So I found a way to find out the conditions for anti-summoning, and came to this era with your spells. The purpose is to trap the two of you with the prison gate border on the future line and the prison gate border that still exists on the current line. .”