The head pillar also wants to be removed today

The task of protecting the astroplasma is by no means easy.

To say the least, what happened was much more complicated than Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie originally expected.

Not only the Panxing Sect and [Q], but also the bounty mission that appeared inexplicably, and the curse master who was attracted by it.

This undoubtedly adds difficulty to the task of guarding the astral body.

For example, when they were negligent for a while, Kuroi Misato was taken away by the Panxing Sect and taken hostage.

The people from the Astrolabe Cult requested that they take the astral body to Okinawa for a hostage exchange.

"troublesome."

Sitting on the plane to Okinawa, Gojo Satoru propped his chin up, his eyes rolled up, and the dark sunglasses reflected the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

"That... Wu-jun."

Tanjiro moved uncomfortably, his face showing embarrassment.

He turned his head back with difficulty, and looked at Gojo Satoru, with a look of accusation and helplessness in his maroon eyes.

"Can't you really change your position?"

"It's very uncomfortable."

Now he is surrounded by Wujo Wu in his arms, and his whole body is sitting on Wujo Wu.The temperature from the young DK's body was transmitted to Yuhun's body without reservation, and Tanjiro seemed to rub Gojo Satoru's chest with a slight movement of his hair.

Tanjiro is much shorter than Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru wants to hold people in his arms with little effort.

The strongest in the future put his head on top of Tanjirou's head, and kept fiddling with Tanjirou's fingers, looking extremely bored.

"Huh?" Hearing Tanjiro's words, Gojo Satoru just snorted through his nose, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

He took advantage of the momentum with his hands, encircling Tanjiro even tighter, and he didn't stop until Yugui's back was against his chest.

"No." Gojo Satoru said lazily.

"I don't feel bad at all."

The slight vibration in his chest when he spoke was clearly conveyed to Tanjirou.

Tanjiro's back was itchy because of him, and he subconsciously wanted to hide forward, but he couldn't move because he was held tightly by someone.

Gojo Satoru would never wrong himself, he did not hesitate to choose first class when buying a ticket.

The space between the seats in the first class was sufficient, and even Gojo Satoru would not feel that there was nowhere to put his legs.

Tanjiro, who had no seat, was circled by Gojo Satoru, euphemistically called "for safety".

No matter how comfortable the first class cabin is, it will not allow one person to sit in another person's arms.

"..."

Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't intend to let go of himself at all, Tanjiro sighed silently.

He didn't insist anymore, turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window intently.

"Why, haven't you ever flown on a plane before?"

Seeing Tanjirou watching intently, Gojo Satoru suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Tanjirou's face as if on purpose, in a daze to turn people's attention to him.

"No, the former Wutiao teacher—ah, it is the future Wu Jun, who took me to sit once."

Tanjiro shook his head.It really wasn't his first time flying.

Seemingly hearing some interesting topic, the young DK raised his eyebrows, motioning for Tanjiro to continue talking.

"But how to describe it..." Tanjiro rubbed his hair, as if hesitating how to organize his words.

"I always feel that in this state, the feeling of flying is amazing."

He looks out the window.

Thick clouds blocked the view below, and Tanjiro couldn't see the appearance of the human city below.You can only rely on your imagination to imagine the epitome of a bustling city in the sky.

"I always feel that compared to before, there is less sense of stability."

Tanjiro said softly, "But——it seems to be closer to the sky."

Unlike when he was a ghost, although he was still curious about the sky at that time, he would not feel nervous because of the weightlessness when the plane took off, nor would he panic because he was in the air and had no support.

But now, even though he is in the form of a ghost, for some reason, he will grab Gojo Satoru's hand nervously because of the sudden weightlessness when the plane takes off because of the sudden weightlessness; because there is no real touch, it is inevitable to feel worried.

This is what the 'ghost' took from him.

"What's the difference?" The young DK didn't quite understand.

He was about to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, Riko Tenuchi let out a small exclamation.

Riko Tenuchi, who seemed to be flying for the first time, was lying on the window excitedly.

She stared closely at the floating clouds outside the window, her dark pupils reflected the color of the sky, and the expression on her face was vivid and active.

"it's beautiful!"

She marveled quietly.

'Um? '

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, catching the faint smell that escaped in the air.

Tanjiro suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly at Riko Tenuchi, who was looking out the window intently, there was an emotion like water flowing from the depths of the maroon eyes.

Tanjiro lowered his head, silently touching his nose.

If he is not mistaken, this smell is...

"Wu-kun." As the night fell, Tanjiro sat by the bed, hesitating how to speak.

Gojo Satoru still didn't tell him what happened, but Tanjiro was not stupid, he could more or less realize something.

"Is that girl about to die?"

Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the bed with his legs up and shaking, suddenly paused.

He removed the magazine that was casually covering his face, and stared straight at Tanjirou with six unshielded eyes, as if he would not stop staring at someone.

"Not really." After a long time, Wujo Wucai put the book back on his face again, and his voice came from under the pages in a muffled voice.

"It can only be called assimilation."

Although for Tiannai Riko, the essence of assimilation is no different from death.

Gojo Satoru didn't ask how Tanjiro knew, and he didn't bother to explain the twists and turns.

Tanjiro didn't continue to ask why someone wanted to hunt down Riko Tenuchi, but just lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

The room filled with moonlight fell into silence again, and the sound of the sea breeze blowing and waves drifting by outside the window could be faintly heard, and the salty and damp smell unconsciously filled the whole room.

"You don't have to think too much." Maybe it was just the right atmosphere, Gojo Satoru gave a 'tsk' sound, turned over and looked at Tanjirou.

The magazine fell, and the six eyes shone amazingly brightly in the dark night.

"Tiannei already knew his fate."

"Is that so..." But Tanjiro didn't feel better because of Gojo Satoru's explanation.

He raised his head, his maroon eyes staring out the window.

The moonlight was spreading, the waves were beating, and the cool moonlight was reflected in Tanjiro's eyes, casting a layer of coolness on those warm eyes.

"But, Wu-jun. I smell it on Miss Tennai."

"Although it's only for a short moment and the smell is very weak, I won't admit it."

He looked straight at Six Eyes.

"That smell conveyed to me very clearly—"

"'I don't want to die'."

That kind of smell is like the fine waves splashed by active tail fish slapping the water; it's like the new buds bursting through the soft soil; it's like green fruits hanging from the branches.

How could such an active smell, full of novelty and nostalgia for this world, be exuded by a person who accepts his fate and is about to die?

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

He just looked at the ghost in front of him, his six eyes were running rapidly, as if analyzing the credibility of Tanjirou's words.

The young dk suddenly sat up, pulled the quilt on the other side, and covered Tanjirou's head without saying hello.

"It's so late, go to bed!" Gojo Satoru threatened viciously.

"Be careful not to grow taller in the future!"

"Wow!" Tanjiro, who was caught off guard by the quilt, took a long time to free himself from the quilt.

"Obviously Gokun is the one who needs rest more!" Staring at his disheveled crimson hair, Tanjiro retorted loudly.

"Wu-jun has spent a day today with no-lower-limit spells, and he hasn't had dessert yet. He should be very tired now."

Tanjiro stretched out his hand, "I know Goku-kun is worried about whether someone will attack him or something—but if this goes on, his body will not be able to bear it."

He held Wujo Satoru's head, his movements were gentle but irresistible, and he gently placed the young dk's head on his lap.

"Although I know that Wu Jun will definitely not be able to rest assured to fall asleep...but let's take a little rest like this first?"

Tanjiro stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand covered the six eyes that were shining brightly even in the dark night.

"If there is any unexpected situation, I will wake up Wu-jun."

"—So, please rest for a while."

"What are you talking about?" However, Gojo Satoru didn't appreciate it.

The young DK raised his hand, and his broad palm covered Tanjirou's hand in front of his eyes.

"I'm the strongest, how can I be tired."

"Yes, yes." To Gojo Satoru's stubbornness, Tanjiro responded with a helpless smile.

"So, the strongest Wu Jun, do you want to take a rest like this?"

Gojo Satoru was silent.

"……want."

In fact, rescuing Kuroi Misato was easier than imagined.

Gojo Satoru's words would probably be, "What's so scary about those weak guys?"

As a result, the potentially perilous hostage exchange turned into a blissful sea bathing for no apparent reason.

Among them, Gojo Gojo and Tenuchi Riko played the hardest.

"Really, I can't get nervous at all like this."

Holding the beach ball, Kuroi Misato sighed.

"What's the matter?" Xia Youjie accepted it well.

"I'll be back soon anyway."

Kuroi Misato did not speak.

What is the meaning of going back, they all know.

"It's not bad to relax with this mentality."

Xia Youjie turned his head and looked at Misato Kuroi, who was obviously not very interested, "What's the matter, are you still blaming yourself for the Panxing Sect?"

"No." Kuroi Misato looked up at Riko Amauchi who splashed water with Gojo Satoru, but was defeated because Gojo Satoru had no lower limit.

"Maybe I'm still, a little bit reluctant..."

After all, they have been together for so long day and night, and they are almost like family members.

"..." Even Xia Youjie didn't know what to say at this time.

He raised his hand and shouted at Wujo Wujo, who was having fun, "The time is almost up, Wujo!"

"So fast?" Wujo Satoru was a little surprised.

"In that day, let's go—"

He didn't finish his sentence, when he turned his head and met Riko Tenuchi with her mouth flattened, looking sullen.

For some reason, seeing Riko Tenuchi's expression at the moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly heard what Tanjirou told him in the middle of the night.

'I don't want to die. '

"Hello, Jie." The young DK suddenly raised his head and looked at his friend beside him.

"Stay one more day."

He said so.

"Anyway, it's too late to go back tomorrow."

and so--

Give Tenuchi Riko a little more time.