Only 100 days left in life

Seeing the growing Gojo Satoru, Shiratori Mariko couldn't bear to look directly and moved to the side close to Butterfly Shinobu.

"Actually, I don't know him," she said to Die Die Ren, and couldn't help scratching her cheek, "He's weird, isn't he?"

"Hey, Shiratori—"

Gojo Satoru casually sat beside Shiratori Mariko, compared his hands a few times, and said in surprise, "Really! You really don't know me! I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have grown a little taller!"

Shiratori Mariko tilted her head and glanced at him.

"Really?" she asked suspiciously, "but we've only met before—"

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers with a smile.

"I lied to you."

Shiratori Mariko couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the cup on the table, picked up cold water and poured it on Gojo Satoru.

When will this bastard's tricks be changed? !

Gojo Satoru stood on the spot with a smile on his face, the water was blocked by the instantly opened infinite lower limit, and flowed down along the invisible edge.

"It's not at all ~ it can't be splashed ~" he said a little awkwardly.

Shiratori Mariko stood up aggressively, looked left and right, and planned to find a wooden stick to chase Wujo Wujo, but Die Ninja grabbed her wrist.

She lowered her head in doubt, and saw Die Ren smiled gently and patted the back of her hand, signaling her to sit down first and stop being angry.

Shiratori Mariko:?

She looked around, and found that in such a short period of time, Gojo Satoru had run away without a trace, and she didn't know where she was going.

Exhaling, Shiratori Mariko sat down slowly, and decided to forget Gojo Satoru who had already slipped away.

"Miss Butterfly," she asked, "what's the matter?"

Butterfly played with the medicine bottle in his hand, and said with a smile, "I remember you mentioned that he likes to eat the desserts you made, doesn't he?"

She was obviously referring to the time when Shiratori Mariko mentioned that she could make desserts and brought some things over during the chat.

Shiratori Mariko nodded a little blankly, "That's right."

What happened to dessert?Is it possible to cut off Gojo Wu's desserts--it's not impossible!It's like a race ticket!

Shiratori Mariko nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and was about to thank Butterfly Ninja, but found that this gentle, kind, and extremely soft insect pillar gently placed the celadon-colored medicine bottle in her hand on the table.

She took out the ten paper bags in her pocket and put them on the table.

"...I think," Shiratori Mariko said with difficulty, thinking that these were all baking ingredients, "maybe it's not feasible to support him with desserts."

Not only is it impossible, this guy will definitely squeeze her and make her do so many things in the future!Gojo Satoru, that bastard!

Butterfly suppressed her lips and smiled.

"Laxative," she tapped one of the brown bags with her slender fingertips, and said as usual, "sprinkle it in when you make it, it tastes like beans."

Butterfly endured a pack and introduced it to Shiratori Mariko, and Shiratori Mariko was shocked beyond measure.

She spoke with some difficulty, "But, this, that"

Butterfly looked at Mariko Shiratori with a blank face, thinking that she was worried that it would not work and would be blocked by Gojo Satoru's special ability.

"Since he can eat the dessert you made," she carefully analyzed it to Mariko Shiratori, "then, the protective cover you just poured water on should not stop the food. You just need to go in while making it."

She smiled softly and purely, "Don't worry, it won't hurt your body."

Shiratori Mariko touched the paper bag, unexpectedly... really moved.

It's all the fault of that bastard Gojo Satoru.absolute!

After thinking for a while, she pushed these paper bags back to Butterfly Shinobi, "Forget it, I won't need it for the time being... But speaking of it, Miss Butterfly, are there any places with beautiful scenery nearby?"

Shiratori Mariko came over a few times, basically to find someone she knew, and then sit in the room.

Butterfly, who was putting the paper bag in his pocket and feeling a little pity, looked at Shiratori Mariko and laughed again, "Yes. When is Shiratori going?"

Shiratori Mariko thought carefully for a while.

"Tomorrow afternoon!" she said, "How about it? Will it bother you?!"

Butterfly shook her head, "It's okay."

She said briskly, "It happens that Chanel is free tomorrow, so I'll let her take you there, how about it?"

Gojo Satoru slipped out from Butterfly Shinobu and Shiratori Mariko, and just started to wander around.

With his hands behind his back casually, he stepped on this path paved with gravel, as casually as if he was in his own home.

The grasshopper woven by Shiratori Mariko still sat peacefully in Gojo Satoru's pocket, rubbing it slightly, and still felt a little warm.

Gojo Satoru lifted the grasshopper out, took another look at it by the moonlight, and carefully stuffed it back into his pocket.

"It's Mr. Gojo," Tanjiro who was running back and forth stopped when he saw Satoru Gojo who was strolling leisurely, "Good evening, Mr. Gojo."

Yadoko, who was leaning against the wall obediently and looking at her brother Tanjiro, also turned around, looked at Gojo Satoru, and blinked.

"Yo, it's you, the red-haired kid," Gojo Satoru said with a smile when he stopped in place, "I'm staying up so late—how about we play a game of picking rice balls?"

Naturally, he took out two rice balls from Yaoya's table in Sanshikiya from his pocket, and tossed them up, "Come on, come on, it's fun~"

Tanjiro who ran back and stood behind the wall blinked, seeing Gojo Gojo alone, suddenly realized, "Ah——Mr. Gojo feels lonely because he has no one to play with, right?"

He laughed, "I sometimes feel lonely by myself."

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment.He didn't expect this kid to say such a thing.

But he quickly adjusted, bent slightly, and nodded, "Yes, indeed~ It's really a very lonely kind. So, do you want to play with me?"

Tanjiro glanced at the sandbag on his leg, and thought about the fact that he hadn't finished the task of increasing his weight today, so he said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Gojo, I'm training, so I can't accompany you now Playing games."

He thought for a while, and kindly suggested, "But I remember that Mr. Fuhei is still in the next room. Maybe Mr. Wujo can play with him for a while?"

Yes, it might be a little expensive.

Gojo Satoru, who was blocked by a single sentence, said, "That's too boring."

Changing the topic, he looked at the exhausted Tanjiro in front of him, and said brazenly, "Do you need to practice more in the middle of the night? The requirements of the Demon Slayer Team are so strict—it's not like our high school, our high school will only feel distressed What about the students~"

Fuheisher, who sat in the room and heard this sentence clearly, twitched the corner of his mouth carelessly.

Tanjiro shook his head and explained with a smile, "That's not the case."

He scratched his head, and the earrings swayed slightly with the wind, "Actually, I am training myself. I am still far behind the others. I really hope that I can go out to kill ghosts sooner!"

Wujo couldn't understand.

"Is killing ghosts important?" He deliberately asked, "Speaking of which, do you really not consider following me to the high school?"

Seeing that Tanjiro, who was still smiling just now, fell silent, Gojo Satoru added, "Although you don't have magic power, your physical fitness is very good—how, do you want to consider enrolling in a high school of magic?"

He still seemed to be smiling, but with a hint of meaning, "High school grants. Oh yes, we treat people and ghosts equally~"

Tanjiro shook his head.

"Thank you very much for your invitation, Mr. Gojo," he said, "Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I would rather stay in the Ghost Slayer."

Gojo Wu let out a cry.

"You rejected the strongest and most handsome mentor!" He suddenly moved closer to Tanjiro, and complained angrily, "Aren't I much more handsome than Zhu Zhu on your side? What a wonderful, handsome man you gave up My teacher will give you three seconds to get in touch with me, quickly take back this answer!"

Tanjiro laughed, "I know Gojo-san is very strong."

He said seriously, "But for things like revenge, I think it's better for me to do it myself. Although I may not be strong enough now, I will work hard."

Gojo Satoru shrugged and looked at him, "What if you can't?"

He said, "If never—would you regret it?"

Tanjiro shook his head, "I don't know, but I don't regret it now."

He smiled and said, "I don't know which way is better, but I always have to try. Not every choice is right, but I hope I can make it right-so, really I'm sorry, Mr. Gojo."

"Oh, really?" Looking at Tanjirou who was full of persistence and never seemed to waver, Gojo Satoru straightened his body again, "Alright then."

He smiled and said, "Although I don't agree with your actions, I don't hate you in terms of character alone~"

"But I finally know why she likes you so much," Gojo Satoru said thoughtfully, "It's really interesting."

She really likes people who are considerate and kind.Is it because she is such a person herself?

Tanjiro laughed a little embarrassedly.

"Miss Shiratori is a very good person," he said calmly, "I think I may never be able to repay her kindness."

Gojo Satoru glanced at Tanjiro.

"Then remember her," he said, "remember her, and don't forget."

After leaving this sentence, Gojo Satoru left the stunned Tanjiro on the spot, and left on his own.

With his hands behind his back, he walked back along the way he came, the moonlight quietly sprinkled on the ends of his hair, and for a moment it melted together with his hair that was shining like snow.

Shiratori Mariko looked at Gojo Satoru who had gone and returned, "Why are you back?"

She looked behind Gojo Satoru, and said suspiciously, "Heard that I'm going out to play? Don't even think about it, I won't take you."

Gojo Satoru shook his head, "No~ I think it's time to go back!"

He looked left and right, "Hey, is Shiratori going out to play? Really? Really! I'm going too—"

Shiratori Mariko pretended not to hear, "You are right, Gojo, I also think I should go back."

Gojo Satoru let out a wow, "Although I'm really not ordinary, but I'm a little shy to be praised by Shiratori—"

He covered his face, "I'm really a little shy~"

"Are you really shy?" Shiratori Mariko turned her face away, not believing it at all, "If you say this, no one will believe it."

Butterfly, who was also turned away beside her, smiled politely and nodded silently.

"Ah, Shiratori is too much-so you think of me like this!" Gojo Satoru wailed while clutching his chest, "Then! Don't you want to challenge the limit!"

As a person who doesn't know what modesty is, he just said openly, "Come on! As the strongest and most handsome, please let me feel what it's like to be praised to the point of shame!"

Shiratori Mariko choked on these words.

She stood up and said perfunctorily, "Let's go, I really should go back."

After saying goodbye to Butterfly Shinobu politely, Mariko Shiratori took Gojo Satoru to the room where the wooden box was stored.

Dark clouds floated from a distance, covering the moon, and covering the originally bright night with an airtight black curtain.

The evening wind blows on the path in the courtyard, fluttering, blowing the flowers and plants planted in the clump, swaying and dancing as if drunk, and fireflies pass through it from time to time.

Gojo Satoru didn't say much along the way, but Mariko Shiratori got used to it.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Shiratori Mariko turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru who had been silent all this time, only to realize that this guy took off his blindfold at some point and was staring at the unreachable sky, seemingly in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Shiratori Mariko asked a little puzzled, "What did you see?"

Gojo Satoru turned around and made a shush gesture to Shiratori Mariko.

"Look up there," he said softly.

It was too dark, and Shiratori Mariko couldn't see Gojo Satoru's expression clearly, so she looked at the sky in a daze, wondering what attracted Gojo Satoru's attention, and finally made him quiet.

But the night was dark and the stars dimmed.Not surprisingly, she found nothing.

"How is it?" Gojo Satoru asked standing beside Shiratori Mariko, "Did you see it?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head in doubt, and suddenly a hand pressed down on her head and rubbed it a few times.

"I'm lying to you," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I don't have anything at all. Speaking of which, Shiratori, you are too interesting~"

Shiratori Mariko pulled Gojo Satoru's hand off her head expressionlessly.

"Don't rub my hair like a pet," she gave Wujou a white look, "and, do you know that I haven't washed my hair for a few days?"

Originally thought that this sentence would scare Gojo Satoru, but found that he clapped his palms.

"Wow, it's so disgusting and scary, I want to stay away from you—that's impossible!" Gojo Satoru's voice was extremely cheerful, "I know, Shiratori just washed his hair yesterday~"

Shiratori Mariko felt that she had made a mistake.

She glared at Gojo Satoru, and walked into the house on her own.

Fuhesher was the only one in the room who was lazily leaning against the side wall. Seeing Mariko Shiratori and Gojo Satoru walking in one after the other, he raised his eyebrows and noticed the messy hair of Mariko Shiratori. .

Fu Heisher: "Pfft."

Shiratori Mariko: "I'm still in front of you! Can you laugh louder, you guy!"