My breeder is the strongest

The appointment of a new Patriarch is somewhat of a big deal. This time in Kyoto, apart from meeting the lovely students, Gojo Satoru was also invited to attend the succession ceremony of the Patriarch of the Zen Academy as Patriarch Gojo.

However, Gojo Satoru was also a little surprised that the next head of the family turned out to be Zenyuan Naoya.

"How is it possible." His tone was filled with surprise, with a hint of artificial disbelief, "Naozai, you actually beat Hui?"

A medical miracle.

Zenyuan Naoya: ...What do you mean by your expression.

"What is 'Ju, Ran'?" He smiled with veins popping out of his head, "I'm obviously handsome and perfect, so I can rub someone on the ground and beat my opponent without any damage, okay?"

Zenyuan Naoya snorted coldly, mockingly said, "As the son of Shier, that guy is really not qualified, too weak, and only the face that inherited Shier can still be seen, ridiculous——"

While he was chattering, a dark sea urchin head quietly appeared behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Oh." Fu Heihui said coldly, "I don't know who the face was swollen into a pig's head in the next three days."

Zenyuan Naoya froze and jumped back, "It's just a defeated dog barking, I'm the one who wins in the end! The one who laughs last is the winner!"

"Indeed." Beside, the panda who walked over with Maki Otomaki nodded, "The other day when you lay down on the ground and took off Hui's pants, everyone had the last laugh."

"Right, Hui?"

"...Stop talking, senior." Fu Heihui couldn't bear to look back and covered his face, "Please, I don't want to recall."

Zenyuan Naoya: "..."

No matter how much you win, you win! !

Seeing the sudden appearance of an acquaintance, the eyes of the Persian cat lying on Wu Tiao's shoulders lit up, flicked its tail, and turned into a boy with a bang.

"Yuta! Maki! Panda! Thorn!"

He then tilted his head, "Why are you here? I told Wu that I would look for you later."

Otoko Yuta rubbed his ears, "We're here to support Maki's game."

"In the end, Maki abstained at the end of the competition." Panda shrugged and spread his hands, "It was a waste of our travel expenses."

Dog Curlythorn: "Salmon."

Zenyuan Maki rolled her eyes, "I'll ask Zhenyi for the compensation, thank you."

If it wasn't for Naoya of the Chanyuan who broke out some kind of twin bondage suddenly on the way, making it look like she wanted that guy to die if she wanted to win, who would have given up halfway.

Gojo Satoru looked back at Naoya, who was next to him in the Zen garden, and sighed, "...Isn't there no victory in this match, Naoya."

Zenyuan Naoya: "..."

Zenyuan Naozai: "It's good if I can win, you don't care what method I use!"

"It's because I'm not strong enough, and I still have chances in the future." Maki said indifferently, "Well, what is the teacher looking for us for?"

Gojojiu turned back into a cat and fell into the arms of the black-haired boy. Gojo Satoru also waved at them.

"It's not a big deal." Wujo Wujo stroked his chin, "That's right, everyone—is there anything to do on New Year's Eve?"

"By the way," he crossed his hands in front of his chest and made an "x" gesture, "I don't accept the answer of 'something'~"

Everyone: ... Then why do you ask us! ?

The ceremony was scheduled to start at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Gojo Satoru, as one of the important witnesses, should logically be dressed up to attend—although, in a sense, his current clothes are quite "good".

Anyway, no one dared to force him to wear formal clothes.

Except for the little kitten who was forced back from Wutiaowu's rebellious temperament by Xia Youjie's good etiquette education.

Under Wutiao's disapproving eyes for a long time, Master Wutiao still changed into a simple dress.

Gradient from gray to dark blue, printed with five family patterns, light-colored small sleeves and white haori buttons, compared with the dragonfly-patterned yukata when I was a child, it has more complicated structure and a little more solemnity.

Although people wearing clothes are getting more and more indecent.

Gojo Satoru was bored standing there being manipulated by others, and his eyes fell on the cat cub sleeping in the soft cloth next to him.

Wutiao had been sleeping soundly for a long time, and was suddenly shaken up—the magnified face of the young master Wutiao appeared in front of him.

The window was half covered by white paper gauze, revealing the clear sky outside, the blue sky the same color as his eyes, and the tops of rows of tall maple trees.

Under the direct light, there were fine dust floating, Gojo Satoru was wearing a formal suit, kneeling on one knee, with a smile on his lips, holding a slender light blue ribbon with his slender fingers, and twirling it around his neck, Make a beautiful bow neatly.

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru was thoughtful, "It looks much more comfortable this way."

Childish young master Wujo: It's a couple outfit, that's great!

Wujo Satoru sat down cross-legged, raised his head and spread out his palms to the kitten nestled in the chair.

"The seven generations of gods created the world on the reed buds floating in the water."

It was rare for him to restrain his indecency, and his tone was serious. Wujojiu blinked and looked at him seriously.

"Wujojiu—"

Suddenly, the door was slammed open from the outside, and the two turned their heads at the same time.

The air freezes.

The maid who entered the door also sensed that the atmosphere was not right, her hairs stood on end, and she stumbled when she could speak.

"Master Zhi, Zhibi asked you to go to the main hall..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Who is going!Don't call him such a boring thing!

As soon as Gojo Gojo's air pressure was low, he opened his mouth and wanted to lose his temper. His front suddenly sank, and he habitually caught the cat that had turned into a human, and caught off guard a familiar warm touch on his lips.

Wujo closed his eyes for a long time, his glass-like eyeballs were covered by thin eyelids, and the sun shone on the long and drooping eyelashes, making the white look transparent.

He cupped Gojo Satoru's face with both hands, and solemnly gave him a kiss.

The soft tip of the tongue took the initiative to poke it in, and gently stirred it around.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly.

A bad teacher who has a thick skin for thousands of years, his ears are shamefully red.

"I am willing." Wujojiu flicked his tail and leaned into his ear, "Go, Wu."

"Today is someone else's important succession ceremony."

Gojo Satoru: "...Oh."

It's okay, anyway, it's not bad to go there.

Before the ceremony began, Gojo Satoru, Zenyuan Zhibiren, and Fuheshier met in the main hall.

The atmosphere cannot be said to be peaceful coexistence, it can only be said to be tense.

Fu Heisher and Wu Tiao Wu wished they could roll up their sleeves and go straight to the back of the mountain as soon as they met. The Zhibi people were a fisherman in troubled waters, and did nothing but drink heavily while "hahaha".

The housekeeper next to Tuliu was frightened, afraid that they would release something in the next second-the house would be rebuilt again.

God knows, the previous patriarch's selection battle alone brought down five buildings in the Chanyuan family! !

These people don't need money to build a house! ?

The housekeeper looked at the watch against the clock, and when the minute hand returned to twelve o'clock, he was moved to tears, and hurried forward to open the door.

"My lords." The butler's voice trembled because of being too excited, but the atmosphere was subtly brewing, "The ceremony is about to begin, please attend!"

The ceremony was carried out step by step, including washing hands, offering sacrifices to ancestors, and awarding seals representing Buddhist families.

The last step is to hold an audience ceremony.

In front of all the retainers, bid farewell to the parents and the previous head of the family, and put on the haori with the family crest of the Zen monastery printed on it.

Zenyuan Zhizai's father is Zenyuan Zhipi, but he saved the worship of his parents. The white-bearded old man who is usually dissolute and unruly, at this special moment, his eyes became sharper.

"Zhizai." He said in a deep voice, "Can you bear the title of Patriarch of the Chanyuan Family?"

Zenyuan Naoya bowed deeply in salute.

"You must fulfill your mission."

The ceremony has been held here, and everything is still calm.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief.

——Looks like I can finally spend the day safely.

It turned out that he was too happy too early.

As soon as the succession ceremony was over, Zenyuan Naoya stopped the Tokyo school group who were about to leave with a step of denial, and raised his eyebrows while revealing the token hanging around his waist without leaving a trace.

"Do you want to leave?"

Everyone else: "…"

I'm afraid it's not a fool.

Zenyuan Naoya obviously has his own ideas.

The new patriarch of the Chanyuan family turned his hands back, and the maid handed over the documents he had prepared long ago.

He coughed and cleared his throat, and began to read, "According to the new rules of the Chanyuan family, all clan members who are away must attend family gatherings every three months, report the completion of the number of tasks for this quarter, propose goals for the next quarter, and the time of the gathering It's the third day in March."

"To sum up." Zenyuan Naozai smiled maliciously, "You two, see you next week. Also, have you not registered the magic tools you used before?"

"Tsk." A certain cheeky narcissistic fox shook its head, "That's not acceptable—things used by the people of the Chanyuan family are from the Zenyuan family, so hand them over to me!"

Chanyuan Maki & Fu Heihui: "..."

Zenyuan Maki turned her head and met a face that was as speechless as her.

The two nodded in agreement.

Chanyuan Maki made a sound by pressing her joints, and Fu Heihui grabbed Youyun from the shadow.

Zenyuan Zhizai: "!! I am the Patriarch of the Zenyuan family!! You two! My Zenyuan family can't spare you!!"

No matter what happens behind him, two against one, hit first and then talk.

"Your son's attack is sinister." Hearing the movement behind with superhuman senses, Fu Heisher clicked his tongue twice, "Is this the education of the Chanyuan family? Zhipiren."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being unscrupulous." Wujo Satoru leaned back, resting his feet on the chair in front of him, "Sometimes, it's necessary to be insidious, cunning, and shameless~"

The succession ceremony, the auspicious time when the election is good, the calendar notes the friends.

In ancient times, this day was called "the day that has nothing to do with victory or defeat".

Carry on the past and usher in the future, smooth road and good health.

Gojo Satoru raised his head, looked at the cloudless blue sky, and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's the new generation~"

"Hahaha!" The person directly connected to the Zen Academy took a sip of wine and looked at the sky, "It's a new generation!"

Fu Heisher was silent for a few seconds, then he suddenly realized, "...Wu Tiao, who did you call shameless?"

"Bingo!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers briskly, "Whoever answers is the one~"

The two looked at each other, exuding a terrifying aura at the same time, Fu Heisher moved his neck and made a "click" sound with his fingers.

"Xushi." Wujo Wujo grinned happily, and circled a circle with his fingers, "Chi."

Beep, clatter, clatter and choke.

Today's Chanyuan family - can we keep it?

Hard to say.

Far away from the battle circle, Senior Panda hugged the sleeping Persian cat, and the years were quiet.

Looking at the succession ceremony that is flying like dogs and dogs, I sigh.

"It's such a good relationship...everyone."

The steward of the Buddhist monastery: "..."

What kind of relationship is good after they are all labeled like this? ?

Why!Don't!Don't! !

……never mind.

Please!Start lightly, everyone! !

A week later, Gojo Satoru and the cat had no intention of coming back, but other signals had already reached Xia Youjie.

That is, the bill.

Lots of bills.

Xia Youjie opened the mailbox and looked at the stack of damage bills sent from the Chanyuan House, Ukiyo-e Town, and even Soul World, speechless.

He took out his cell phone expressionlessly and dialed Gojo Satoru.

"Di-"

"The number you dialed is an empty number."

Xia Youjie: "..."

The bastard even blocked him! ?

Xia Youjie let out a long breath, and pinched the screen of the smartphone with one hand to crack.

He swears that as long as Wutiao Wu dares to come back, he will dare to kill people! !

Xia Youjie walked into the teacher's office with fists twisted, and pressed the light switch.

Crack, no light.

Press again.

Still no light.

Pressed three times in a row.

Still no light.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Xia Youjie realized something.

His veins were throbbing, and he scrapped the cracked smart phone in his hand, turned around and planned to go to the power supply room to pull the switch, and then beat a certain switch switch monster named Gojo Wu to death before pulling out and whipping his body.

Before he stepped out of the office door, the lights above his head were all on——

The office is decorated with messy balloons, and the words "Happy Birthday" are crooked. Gifts of different sizes are piled up on the table, and there are blessing cards hanging on the outside of the package. The handwriting is strange, from different students, colleagues, monsters and even grim Reaper.

Standing behind him was a certain white-haired electric switch freak. A white Persian cat was wearing a white strawberry cake. It spun around and rubbed its trouser legs before squatting down in front of him.

Wujojiu turned into a boy with a bang, grabbed his neck and jumped on him: "Jie, happy birthday!"

Xia Youjie was taken aback, "This..."

"……no."

Xia Youjie glanced at the calendar on the table, doubting his life, "The key point is that today isn't my birthday, is it?"

Today is December 31st, and his birthday is February [-]rd.

Xia Youjie: "..."

This must be a conspiracy that Wujo Satoru came up with in order to survive his subordinates!

Damage or not?Can you be a little more careful? ?

Young Master Wutiao raised his hands and folded them behind his head, and laughed out loud.

"What does it matter—" he dragged his voice, "Isn't Qixi Festival not your birthday?"

In the summer 19 years ago, the young master Wutiao sneaked over the wall that was not guarded, and met a child who could see the magic spirit in the pet shop.

They picked up a white Persian cat together. The child and the cat mistook him for a miserable life and wandered around Wutiao's house for several days. They took him to the fence where he climbed over the wall and asked him if he wanted to go out to play.

Sorry to be blunt, desperately looking for excuses.

[It's a long story, actually, last month was my birthday...]

[Moreover, it is also the 28th anniversary of the birth of the kitten. 】

[... This month has the Obon Festival. 】

Xia Youjie had to admit that he had to think for a while before he realized when Wu Tiao Wu was talking about.

……what.

Xia Youjie couldn't laugh or cry.

This man's memory, monster.

However, he didn't realize it himself, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Gojo Satoru looked at him and blinked, "We have an appointment to celebrate the New Year with everyone tonight——Jie, are you sure we don't want to go together?"

"Ahem." Xia Youjie deliberately straightened the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but turn around and cleared his throat, "Oh."

"I didn't say no."

On New Year's Eve night, the shrine is always extremely crowded.

The bell that represents the hour is long, ringing once an hour, passing through the noisy crowd, and spreading from the city to the remote mountains.

Gojojiu was tightly wrapped, and he dragged Gojo Satoru excitedly through the crowd, and came to the lacquered red shelf where the ema was hung.

"Please!" He stretched out two fingers to the elder sister Miko who was in charge of registration, "We want to write ema, two!"

Inexpensive red ribbons and wood flakes, with a black oil-based pen, write wishes for the future one stroke at a time.

Is there really a god in this world?

Can it be conveyed——

I'm afraid, no one knows the answer to this question.

But, okay.

Everyone has the potential to be a god to himself and to others.

Learn to love, learn to be loved, learn to overcome all distortions and injustices, learn to see the dawn of tomorrow even if you are dormant in the dark.

Gojo Satoru looked in his direction, "What did Jiu write?"

Gojojiu covered it with his hand, "It's agreed not to watch!"

He glanced at Gojo Satoru's eyes, puffed his cheeks and added, "Don't use Six Eyes either!"

"Well, okay, okay." Wujo Wu raised his hands to prove his innocence, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it."

Wujojiu pushed Wujo Wu's back and walked away together, the sound of bickering mixed into the crowd, and on the shelf behind him, rows of written emas shook and collided in the wind, making a crisp sound that no one could hear.

The two that were just hung up had two identical sentences written on them.

【I like you】

Well, it is said that the use of the six eyes is not allowed, but who knows whether it will work or not.

Gojo Satoru held Wujojiu's hand in his pocket and said suddenly.

"Jiu, do you know how you were created?"

Wujojiu:?

"The person who created you is Sugawara Michizane." Gojo Gojo breathed out, and white mist sprayed out in front of him, "The reason why he created you is, well, it's quite funny——"

At first, Gojo Satoru thought that the creation of Gojojiu was probably to make some kind of obedient humanoid weapon. Later, when the eyes were snatched away by the cat cub, he wondered if this was a conspiracy by some senior against the descendants of Six Eyes. .

However, the truth is so simple that it makes people want to laugh out loud.

Born into the world with amazing talent, a powerful conjurer with eyes that are different from everyone else and can see through everything.

One afternoon, I suddenly thought so.

【It would be great if someone could see the world in my eyes】

The clock struck zero.

The light from the fireworks illuminated the purple clouds, and people raised their heads in unison to look at the blooming night sky.

congratulations--

Everyone is still alive this year.

Let's work hard next year too!

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