Only 100 days left in life

Feeling the increasingly rapid breathing on the other side of the microphone, Shiratori Mariko confirmed her thoughts even more.

Sure enough, he was threatened by Gojo Satoru.

Unable to bear to watch the social animals suffer, Shiratori Mariko coughed, signaling Gojo Satoru to stop.

Gojo Satoru blinked at her, and was about to continue to say something when Mariko Shiratori covered his mouth.

Because he wanted to hear the phone call between Ichidaka and Shiratori Mariko openly, he bent down and reduced the distance between him and Shiratori Mariko.

At this time, Shiratori Mariko covered his mouth, and Gojo Satoru was caught off guard for the first time.

In fact, Shiratori Mariko regretted it the moment she got started.

She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away, but Gojo Satoru held her wrist tightly.

Gojo Satoru reacted quickly, turned to the direction of Shiratori Mariko, and said coquettishly, "Shiratori~"

His soft lips pressed against Shiratori Mariko's palm, almost burning a little.

Mariko Shiratori violently broke free from Gojo Satoru's shackles, withdrew her hand, and wiped Gojo Satoru's body with a bit of disgust.

"I see," she did not forget to talk to Yidichi Jiegao on the phone, "Gotjo seems to be planning to take them here for training. In this way, after the training is over, I will let them go back immediately, is that okay?"

Hearing her promise, Yidichi Jiegao on the opposite side heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll leave everything to you, Miss Shiratori," he said gratefully, "Please be sure to come earlier."

Mariko Shiratori responded twice, and after hanging up the phone neatly, she looked at the high school students who were cheering.

"Start now," she said. "Which of you will go up first?"

Several people looked at each other, and the first one to come out was Yi Gu Youtai.

"My physical skills are not very good," he said with a shy smile, "I'll come first."

...Then, this guy who claimed to be not very good at physical skills went around three times before being touched by the wind column.

On the premise of not using any spells, Yigu Yuta used the knife behind him to start a full hour of sparring with Undead Chuan.

"I've always wanted to ask," Mariko Shiratori looked at the two white shadows on the arena, "Why are the uniforms of other students black and Otoko white?"

She said curiously, "Although there's nothing wrong with saying white, it doesn't feel like he made his own decision."

"Ah, well, if Shiratori praises me as the strongest and most handsome, I'll tell you, how about it?" Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

Before Mariko Shiratori stretched out his hand to hit him, Gojo Satoru resumed his upright posture, "Because Yuta was a problem student when he first came in, so he was separated from other students with a white school uniform."

Shiratori Mariko: "...problem student?"

From her personal point of view, Yi Gu Youtai and Fu Heihui are the most problem-free students in the entire college.

Seeing her unbelievable expression, Gojo Satoru laughed outright.

He stretched out his hand to rub Mariko Shiratori's hair, and turned his hand away as if nothing had happened before she exploded, "It's not because of his personality, but because of Satoka. Ah, speaking of which, does Shiratori think that his uniform looks particularly good? Particularly suitable for him?"

Taking another look at Otoko Yuta who had finished the battle, Shiratori Mariko nodded.

"It's really beautiful," she said, "Did Yi Gu design it himself?"

"It's Teacher Wujo!" Hirohito Hiroshi immediately raised his hand and chose to rush to answer, "The hat behind me was also changed by Teacher Wujo!"

He said, "Does it feel weird, Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko looked at Knotabazu Yuhito for a moment.

"Actually, it's okay," she said with a smile, "it's quite suitable for you."

"Although it is a matter of course that I am excellent," Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "but I am still very happy to hear Shiratori praise me~"

Shiratori Mariko closed her mouth.

Subsequent duels will be even faster.

Not only the pillars of the Ghost Killing Team were amazed by the extremely high level of the students of the Conjuration College, but everyone in the Conjuration College was also very interested in the breathing method used by the Ghost Killing Team.

Correspondingly, except for Kai Fuheshier, all the students in the college showed obvious differences.

Although it is said that they also specialize in art, compared with the pillars, as students, they obviously still need to be honed in some aspects.

Looking at Zenin Maki who was already talking with the pillars thoughtfully, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, and finally returned a message to Ijiichi Kiyo who had been calling No.20 eight times.

By the way, she also attached the video she shot, so that Yidizhi Jiegao could edit it and hand it over to the higher-ups, so as not to be angered.

Waving to the other people who were rushing back, Shiratori Mariko asked with a smile, "Would you like to go back now—"

Her voice cut off suddenly.

A burst of pain surged from the internal organs, and it spiraled upwards along Mariko Shiratori's spine.

The pain entangled Shiratori Mariko layer upon layer like strangling a plant, almost draining every trace of her vitality.

Shiratori Mariko's face turned pale, but she still pretended to be nonchalant, and insisted, "...Or should I finish dealing with the matter here later, and let's go back together?"

She folded her hands in her sleeves, and in order to keep awake and not let others find out, she almost pinched the blood.

The lining on the back was soaked in cold sweat, sticking to the body sticky, and it was blown by the wind, making it a little cold.

But that's it, Shiratori Mariko still finished this sentence, and smiled nonchalantly, looking at the position of the high school student.

——Even though, her voice was trembling, her face was as pale as paper, and it looked like she might fall to the ground when the wind blows.

Fu Heihui took a step forward, but swallowed the words in his mouth under Wujo Wu's gaze.

...He knew why Shiratori wanted to cover up like this.

She didn't want others to see how uncomfortable she was, and she didn't want to spoil their fun by being herself.

Even though her lips were still trembling, it was almost impossible to hide her pain in front of everyone who cared about her.

Before Fu Heihui could speak, Zenyuan Maki nodded first, "Let's go back together."

She tied back her long hair that was a little loose, "What else do you have?"

In this hard-to-suppress pain, Shiratori Mariko managed to stay awake and thought about it seriously.

"...it seems to be gone," she said with a smile, "then let's go back together."

In this kind of tacit tolerance, Shiratori Mariko returned to her home with the rest of the high school.

When I got home, it was just in the evening, and the last ray of gold from the setting sun hung in the sky, against the soft outline of the sunset, like a flame that was about to be burnt clean.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, the pain finally began to gradually dissipate, she leaned against the side of the cabinet, and said goodbye to the others with a smile.

Someone behind her calmly helped her, Shiratori Mariko turned her head to the side, and found that it was Fuheshier.

Fu Heisher seemed to just help her unintentionally, and when she saw that she was standing still, he took his hand back as if nothing had happened.

Shiratori Mariko was not sure if Fuheshier noticed her strangeness, and looked at him a little confused.

The faint light hit her face and sprinkled on the ends of her hair, giving it a dim feeling.

She originally wanted to ask a question, but at this moment, Fu Heihui, who was standing last, suddenly spoke.

"See you tomorrow, Shiratori," he said simply.

Mariko Shiratori subconsciously looked in the direction of Megumi Fukuro.

The young man leaned against the door frame, and on the other side was the lush forest, with his back straight, waiting intently for her answer.

Shiratori Mariko smiled slowly, "See you tomorrow, Hui-kun."

She waved her hand in the direction of Fu Heihui, watched him close the door quickly and softly, then turned back, picked up the cat that was rubbing against her feet.

Tuanzi patted her hand attached, wrapped his tail around Mariko Shiratori's wrist, and lay in her arms humming.

Fu Heisher leaned against the wall lazily, seeing that the matter had been settled, he sat back on the sofa.

"You don't have to go there anymore?" He turned on the TV and said lazily.

"What?" Shiratori Mariko looked at Fuhesher in a daze, "...why do you say that?"

Does she already look like she's giving up struggling? !

"Didn't you sell those little devils to the Ghost Killing Squad?" Fu Heisher took out the remote control and pressed it a few times casually.

Sure enough, the TV channel quickly jumped to the horse racing channel that Mariko Shiratori was no longer familiar with.

Shiratori Mariko: "...What is it called selling. They are originally members of the Demon Slayer Team, okay?"

The Demon Slayer Squad manages Tanjiro and the others much more legitimately than Shiratori Mariko.

Not to mention that Shiratori Mariko also understands that it is impossible for him to arrange everything for Tanjiro's future.

She is incapable of taking on other people's lives, and Tanjiro obviously doesn't need Shiratori Mariko to arrange his life for him.

...However, it has nothing to do with whether she goes or not.

"Even without Tanjirou and the others, I would probably go," Shiratori Mariko explained, "After all, I made an appointment with Ms. Butterfly Shinobu to re-check... So, no matter how impatient, please bear with me." Bear with it, after all it hasn't been long, Mr. Shi Er?"

Fu Heisher snorted uninterestedly, apparently not wanting to understand what the phrase "not long ago" refers to.

After walking around the house for half a time, Shiratori Mariko touched her flattened stomach before remembering that she hadn't eaten yet.

She recalled what vegetables were left at home, and walked slowly to the kitchen, "Also, speaking of Tanjiro... I chose this path myself, and it's not something I can just sell if I want to."

Fu Heisher responded casually.

After a while, he stood up, squeezed to Mariko Shiratori, and took away the knife she was planning to chop vegetables.

Shiratori Mariko raised an eyebrow.

"What are you cooking today?" She approached Fu Heisher who was wearing an apron, and asked knowingly.

"Ah."

Fuheshier pushed aside Mariko Shiratori, who was in the way, and continued to cut vegetables.

Shiratori Mariko curled the corners of her lips.

"No money?" She asked with a smile.

"...Tsk."

"...So," Shiratori Mariko was a little at a loss, "you followed me today just to let me take you to Mr. Sanshikiya?"

She really couldn't figure out what Gojo Satoru was thinking more and more.

Gojo Satoru, who put on sunglasses, nodded.

"It's a super important thing—" He followed Shiratori Mariko, "Speaking of which, Shiratori, are you familiar with that guy now?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"I'm not very familiar," she said tactfully, "so... please be careful with your wording. Mr. Sanshiki is a good person, but he doesn't seem to be in good health."

So, try not to say anything particularly irritating, please, Gojo Satoru.

If you get so angry that something happens...that would be terrible!

Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually.

"I know, I know," he said, "Oh, why is Shiratori so worried about me? Don't worry, you've already said that, of course I will get along well with him~"

Shiratori Mariko: ... I don't know why, and I'm even more worried.

She followed Wujo all the way until he entered the door of the maternity house, and then left a little worried.

Following the child who led the way into the house, Gojo Satoru looked left and right carelessly, as if he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

No, that kind of casual and leisurely feeling is like treating him as his own home!

Sanshikiya Yoya smiled tolerantly, and politely asked Gojo Satoru to sit down.

"May I ask Mr. Wujo to come this time," he said in a very gentle voice, "what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru touched his chin.

"Yes," he asked seriously, "the uniforms of your ghost killing team seem to be of poor quality, do you intend to buy a batch of goods from our high school? Large quantities are preferred~"

Sanshikiya Yoya looked at Gojo Satoru, seemingly surprised by his words.

However, he still said very calmly, "I've heard from the pillars that the material of the high school uniform is indeed very special. If Mr. Gojo has this wish, the Demon Slayer Squad is also very willing to accept it."

Seeing Yoya's reaction so nonchalantly, Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers.

"Just kidding—but if you are interested, you can discuss the conditions with someone later," he said with a smile. "After all, establishing a trade relationship is also one of the good ways to promote exchanges between different worlds~"

Obscurity Yauya laughed dumbfounded.

"Then," he said calmly, "it seems that the purpose of Mr. Gojo's visit this time is not for this."

Gojo Satoru looked at Yoya Sanshikiya from above the lens, and clicked his tongue regretfully.

"Ah, what a pity," he said, "Why do people have rotten oranges here, but the Ghost Killing Squad has such a good protagonist? Closer to home, let's talk about something else."

Yoya Yawashiki nodded.

"Mr. Sanshikiya," Gojo Satoru pushed his glasses, and said in a serious manner, "Well, I'll help you find Wu Mi's trace, and then you rush up to kill him with the Demon Slayer Team. How about it?"

Obstetrician Yaozai: "...? Are you three or seven?"

Gojo Satoru retorted solemnly, "No, no, it's you three."

He deliberately paused, and pointed his finger in the direction of Yoya Yaushiki.

After Yuya Yoya nodded hesitantly, Gojo Gojo pointed to himself again, "I seven, do you understand?"

He looked quite serious, and didn't seem to think there was any problem with what he said.

Sanshikiya Yoya: "...Yes, I understand, but..."

Before Yuya Yoya could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru turned pale in shock and said, "What, don't you think it's too little?"

He shook his finger, and said in distress, "Is it true that there are so few three? Ah, well, I'm a super nice person. For the sake of being nice too, you can't be four and six. too much!"

Obanshikiya Yoya was silent.

Gojo Satoru shook his head resolutely, "Impossible, you four and I six, absolutely absolutely no more!"

Masanshikiya Yoya: "...No, that's not what I'm going to talk about."

Gojo Wu let out a cry.

"What's that?" He blinked at Sanshikiya Yaoya, "Is it so handsome when you boast that I gave you a discount? No way—even if you are nice, you can't reach [-]-[-]!"

Obstetrician Yaoya: ... Today, are they struggling with the share?

After all, there is no trace of Wu Mi yet.

They are arguing here to share the benefits after killing Wu Mi, what's the point?

——No, no, he didn't want to argue about it!

Realizing that his train of thought had been misled, Yaoya Yuya coughed, and gently brought the topic back to the original track, "However, killing Wu Mi will not do any good to Mr. Gojo, right?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment.

"He's ugly," he babbled solemnly, "I think I'll throw up when I see him, so I have to deal with this hidden danger in advance."

"...That's basically it," said the swordsmith, who was wearing a fish-scale patterned haori and a terrifying mask, "it will take a while to make a sword for you."

This is a spacious and bright reception room, which Butterfly Shinobi specially vacated for the use of Shiratori Mariko, Fuheshier and others.

Nearly half a week has passed since that Zhuhe meeting, and Mariko Shiratori and Fuheshier have also become resident visitors of Butterfly House.

Tonight, Shiratori Mariko was invited by Butterfly Ren to have dinner together, and there is only Fuhesher left here.

It was an accident that the swordsmith came to visit at such an evening, and it was also an accident that Fuheshier received him...

In fact, Fuheshier has no special feelings for everyone in this world (including those little ghosts), and he doesn't bother to talk to the guys who are called for him to receive.

However, the knife forger broke into Fu Heisher's residence with the sun wheel knife regardless of the obstruction of the logistics staff, and asked angrily if he wanted the knife again.

Therefore, in the end, the two sat down facing each other like this, with one talking and the other listening casually.

Hearing the words of the strange man in front of him, Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows.

"Understood," he yawned, "are you finished?"

The knife blacksmith suppressed his anger and nodded.

He...has never seen a guy who thinks so badly of a knife blacksmith!But this is the Lord's order, and he can't disobey it!

"Then go—wait a minute," Fuheshier stood up and walked around him, "...this knife, did your lord ask you to do it?"

The knife blacksmith nodded suspiciously.

Then I saw the guy with a scar on the corner of his mouth in front of him. He pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that didn't mean anything.

Fu Heisher patted the swordsmith on the shoulder, and said in a rare mood, "Let's go."

The swordsmith glared at Fu Heisher, and walked towards the door with him one after the other.

The two walked around the yard like this, but met an unexpected person.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be walking from the direction of the main house, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking in a good mood.

Seeing Fuheshier walking with a stranger, he waved to him quite generously.

After walking two steps, Gojo Satoru fell back again.

"You guy..." He looked critically at the person next to Fuheshier, "Knife blacksmith?"

The knife blacksmith nodded.

Gojo Satoru nodded, planning to let him pass.

At this moment, Fuhesher laughed.

He said slowly, "...do you know why I'm here?"

Gojo Satoru looked at him subconsciously, "Because I paid, you are now Shiratori's bodyguard?"

As he spoke, he began to flip through the ledger, "Do you want me to show you how much I spent in a month?"

Fuhesher: ...

He didn't bother to put on a show anymore, and said simply, "She asked someone to give me a sun wheel knife."

I thought that this show off would get a strong reaction from Gojo Satoru, but in fact, Gojo Satoru just let out an oh and nodded.

"So," he rubbed his chin, "do you want me to give you another shot to make a pair? Well, it's not impossible..."

Fu Heisher clicked his tongue uninterestedly.

He casually pushed the knife blacksmith who was sweating all over in front of him and felt that he had heard something he shouldn't have heard, and motioned him to hurry up, and he walked back slowly.

It's a bit boring.

After Fuheshier turned his back, Gojo Satoru stood on tiptoe a little bit, looked left and right, and ran towards Shiratori Mariko.

He galloped on the path of the courtyard under the moonlight, the branches and leaves of nandina bamboo were slightly shaken by his clothes.

Meanwhile, Mariko Shiratori was drinking tea with Butterfly Shinobu.

She smiled and chatted with Die Ren about her condition, and the mist in front of her eyes curled up, carrying the faint fragrance of tea, and dispersed in her breath.

The location chosen by Butterfly Ninja is of course excellent. It is located at the junction of the courtyard and the house. It can be indoors and see the distant scenery.

The flowers in the courtyard swayed slightly, and the moonlight quietly shone on the two who were talking and laughing, covering them with a gentle radiance.

Shiratori Mariko was about to chat with Butterfly Shinobu about food purchases nearby when she heard a loud noise in the courtyard.

Gojo Satoru ran to Shiratori Mariko almost as soon as he landed.

"Shiratori—" he said confidently, "I want a gift too!"

"I want it too! I want a gift too!"

Shiratori Mariko: ...?

"What gift?" She asked a little confused, "I don't remember any holidays recently."

"That guy Fu Heisher has a gift," Gojo Satoru stalked, "I want it too! Am I not more handsome than him?! I—— want it too!!"

He pulled off the blindfold and looked at Shiratori Mariko with those sky-like eyes, "Look at me, Shiratori, the strongest and most handsome person is right in front of you, Shiratori, I want a gift too , Gift~thing!"

Shiratori Mariko reacted for a while before realizing that what he was talking about was that he ordered a Hikari sword from Sanshikiya Yaoya for Fuheshier.

Helplessly, she helped Wujo put on the blindfold, "...that's because Mr. Shi Er helped kill the ghost."

What a mess.

Gojo Satoru said in an exaggerated tone, "Anyway~ I want it too!"

He entangled Shiratori Mariko again, "Shiratori, Shiratori, give me a gift, a gift~"

Shiratori Mariko had a headache from being entangled by him, so she pulled out a piece of grass from the grass by the table and weaved it.

In three or two strokes, a vivid grasshopper is formed.

Shiratori Mariko stuffed the grasshopper into Gojo Satoru's hand, "Here's a present for you, let's go. Don't bother me."

Her tone can be described as extremely perfunctory.

Gojo Satoru nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

"I see!" he said excitedly.

Mariko Shiratori, who was about to think about where she and Butterfly Shinobu talked: ...?

"What do you understand?" She couldn't help asking.

"I got it," Gojo Satoru said nonsense seriously, "You mean that guy Fuheshier is just a grasshopper, nothing to worry about!"

He grabbed the straw grasshopper in his palm, "That's right, that's it! The strongest Wutiao teacher's reading comprehension ability is also the strongest!"

Shiratori Mariko: ...Suddenly I don't want to talk to him.

"Your ability to understand," she said reluctantly, "really amazes me, Wutiao."

How can anyone still understand in this direction? !

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, had the cheek to accept everything, "Oh, although I'm really good, but Shiratori would be ashamed to praise me like that~"