Find a way to own the 5t5

Opposite the perfectly circular altar square is a dense forest with weird shapes. All the trunks are made of spiral lines, and even the extended leaves are spiral oval leaves.

Even the stone patterns on the ground, the grass spreading out in patches, and the growing petals are rotating from outside to inside like snail shells.

A beast's roar suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest, the voice was high-pitched and sharp, breaking through the layers of dense leaves and breaking into the range of the altar.

But none of the people kneeling around the altar opened their eyes to check the situation, and they were not affected by the roar at all, and continued to chant those words, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ceremony.

Solemn and solemn.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be infected by this serious atmosphere, leaning his body against the low wall outside the altar, listening to their prayers solemnly.

It looks very serious.

In fact--

Um?What are they talking about?

He was full of question marks.

The language that he couldn't understand at all was almost inexplicable things like "&*??#@*%&#" to his ears.

The group of people prayed for half an hour, and Gojo Satoru stood and listened for half an hour. Finally, he clenched his right fist and tapped lightly on the open palm of his left hand, finally confirming: "Well, I really don't understand."

The people kneeling on the ground stood up, and the blond man standing on the outermost circle turned around first. The sky-blue waistcoat floated up for a moment with the movement of turning around, and then fell back, and the circular pattern on the shoulder also swayed.

The blond man lowered his head to follow the creases on his clothes, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Gojo Satoru standing in front of him, tilting his head with his chin in one hand and looking at him, his eyes were beautiful and clear blue.

it's beautiful.He stared blankly into the other's eyes, then suddenly returned to his senses.

wrong!

This person is from outside, not from the tribe!

He took a sudden step back, stretched out his hand and pushed the black-haired clansman beside him, pointing to Gojo Satoru: "Hey! Look! When did he... this person... come?"

"What?" The clansman also turned around, and touched the back of his head in wonder after seeing Wujo Gojo, "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

"Idiot! Of course you haven't seen it! This is someone from outside!" the blond man said angrily.

Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, it looked like internal strife?

Gojo Satoru watched this scene with great interest, and after more residents discovered his existence, he raised his hand and greeted them happily: "Hi~ Hello~"

...? !

Everyone was staring at Gojo Satoru with an expression that almost popped their eyes out.

"What, Yan Yi, you guys?" Wujo Wu bent his knees slightly, jumped onto the low wall with ease, opened his hands to his mouth, and stretched out his voice, "Hello? Hi? Can you understand what I'm doing?" What did you say—? How are you—?”

...? ?

The well-dressed residents looked at each other blankly and whispered:

"What is this person talking about? I don't understand."

"Is it someone from outside? I heard that they speak a different language from ours."

"It looks so good, so delicate"

"That's right, do people outside look like this?"

……

……

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair in distress.

In a strange place, facing a group of strangers who speak a unique language, they murmured and occasionally glanced at him, and they knew without guessing that they must be discussing him.

Can't communicate at all.

Hard to do.

Suddenly, an old and thick voice interrupted the whispers of the residents: "Quiet!"

The gathered crowd dispersed immediately, and a path was cleared. An elderly man with his hands behind his back walked towards this side from the center of the altar.

The old man's eyebrows were erected, as if he was angry, but his eyes were calm, so he just looked fierce.

Gojo Satoru judged the real character of this prestigious old man in the crowd within three seconds, and then his eyes moved to the top of the old man's head involuntarily——

There is a tuft of hair standing on end.

Like the spire of Tokyo Tower.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he almost laughed out loud, and coughed a few times to cover up his smile.

After all, the opponent seems to be the only one who can control the scene.

"Young man, why did you appear in our clan?" the old man asked with a straight face.

The original intention was to put the opponent at a disadvantage with a serious expression, but he didn't know the familiar language and directly made Gojo Satoru's eyes shine.

He disappeared in the same place in an instant, and everyone felt a gust of wind, and saw the white-haired young man suddenly appearing beside the old man and hugging him: "Wow, that's great, there are finally understandable words."

The old man was stunned, and the square-faced young man standing beside him was also stunned.

Fang Lian immediately reacted, and rushed forward to push Gojo Satoru away, but suddenly found that he couldn't touch him at all, as if he was squeezing a mass of tangible air.

He suddenly became anxious, thinking that Gojo Satoru was going to make a move, his eyes suddenly turned bright red, "Elder?!—You bastard! Let go of the elder!"

"Chimondo! Put your emotions away! This young man has no malicious intentions!"

The elder scolded sharply.

The square-faced young man called "Chimondo" froze for a moment, gritted his teeth and retracted his movements, forcing himself to calm down.

The moment he saw with his own eyes that Chimondo was unable to meet Wujo Satoru, the old man knew that the white-haired young man was most likely a person with the ability to read, and only those with the ability to read can have this special power, so he immediately stopped Qimondo Mondo.

Then the old man turned his eyes to Gojo Satoru again, only to find that he was staring at Chimondo's fiery eyes in amazement, and his heart sank suddenly.

When people outside see red eyes, they either think they are demons, or they know the value of red eyes and become greedy.

Only a few can accept the flaming eyes of the Kuruta.

I don't know what kind of person this white-haired young man belongs to, I just hope it's not the second kind...

"Haha, it's amazing, eyes can change color." Gojo Satoru watched the process of 'black eyes turning red and then black', and he couldn't finish it. "Can I do it again?"

The old man: "..." It seems that he doesn't know about red eyes.

Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at him strangely, "Don't you think red is the devil's eyes?"

Gojo Wu made a sound, tilted his head and said, "Do you still have this kind of argument? But I don't believe it, sorry."

……

None of the residents left here, and they were all worried that the elders would be hurt.

But unexpectedly, they watched the elder chat with the outsider in another language.

Then while chatting, the elder laughed, even the skin at the end of his eyes wrinkled.

……

The elder is smiling, so he is not a bad person.

The residents immediately came to a conclusion, their nervous expressions relaxed, and they turned and left one after another.

"So you came in when you got lost?"

Gojo Wujo nodded resolutely: "Yes, can I trouble you to send me out? I still need to find someone."

The elder agreed: "No problem, the day after tomorrow we will go to the nearest town to purchase living supplies, and then you can go out with us."

"Thank you." Gojo Satoru felt that he was not short of these two days, "I will pay, can I pay by card?... Ah, that's bad."

He suddenly remembered that if this was really another world, all the cards on him would be unusable.

——Going from super rich to poor.

The elder was a little surprised why he suddenly became depressed, but he didn't care too much. He said with a hearty smile, "No need to pay! Besides, we can't swipe cards here because it's too remote."

Wujo Wu: "..." There is no money to give at all.

"Let's go, take you back to the land of your clan, and stay at my house temporarily haha." The elder led him to the strange dense forest, not the road that Wutiao Wu came from.

"Isn't it over there? There are many houses." Gojo Satoru asked, pointing to the road he came from.

"The clansmen only stay there when they plant crops, and they spend the rest of their time in this forest."

After the elder explained, he led him into a secret path, surrounded by the voices of other residents talking, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Again, an incomprehensible language appeared.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Do you have your own unique language?"

"Yes, we live in seclusion, so we don't use the common language of the mainland." A faint smile appeared on the elder's face, "Everyone lives a normal and stable life."

Continental lingua franca?

Gojo Satoru chewed on this word in his mind, and reaffirmed that this is definitely not the original world: "It sounds good—so you are the only one who can speak the common language?"

"There are a few others, too. Among them, Kullman has a translation dictionary."

As soon as the words were finished, the same howl suddenly sounded in front of him. Gojo Satoru put his hand on the elder's shoulder again, and pulled it in a little: "Grandpa, be careful."

The elder laughed loudly when he heard the words, because he recognized him a little more in his heart: "Don't worry, this is the beast of war, the boobbirds. Although their voices are scary, they are actually very gentle."

"...Bird?" This kind of call doesn't sound like a bird's call.

"Although they look like birds, they are actually monsters, so their calls will be more ferocious."

The elder stopped suddenly when he reached the fork in the road, and after waiting for a while, a huge bird emerged from the bushes in the distance.

The eyes are round, the belly is so big that it is about to hang down to the ground, it is nearly two meters high, and the wings are four meters wide. It sways clumsily from side to side and runs to the brakes. The flippers almost fall when they step on the smooth stone.

Staggering and struggling to stand still, he shook his head blankly, leaned his huge body two steps in, bent his neck and rubbed his head against the elder, and uttered "cloth", "cloth" incessantly.

"Because it calls 'bu' and 'boo' when acting like a baby, we call it the boob bird. I don't know what its real scientific name is." The elder patted its head lovingly.

"You can just ride it...huh??"

Just as he turned his head and wanted to ask Gojo Satoru to ride up, he found that the white-haired young man who was standing beside him had disappeared immediately.

I was stunned for a while before I could react, when I heard the young man's happy laughter from above his head: "Haha, you can really ride."

The elder looked up and saw Wujo Satoru was already riding on Bubuniao's back, his legs were shaking constantly.

...When did you run up there?

The elder was puzzled at first, and then thought that he had suddenly appeared beside him before, and shook his head amusedly: "It's said that it's a walking monster, of course it can really be ridden."

"Because I've never seen it before." Gojo Satoru admitted straightforwardly.

The old man climbed onto the Booboo's back along its drooping wings, and pulled the traction rope hidden in the feathers.

After finally sitting firmly, his mouth puffed out, and a strange tone came out of his mouth, and he said to Gojo Satoru: "This is a signal to tell Bubuniao to leave."

Sure enough, after the old man gave the signal, the boob bird immediately folded its wings and trot forward with its legs wide open.

"Oh, I got it." Gojo Satoru said confidently, and then he slammed his mouth, and the same tune came out of his mouth.

The elder was dumbfounded. He didn't expect him to learn it directly, so he didn't think about stopping him at all.

But Bubuniao heard the signal, and the original trot pace turned into a wild run. After running at super high speed, the wind blew up his face and made his hair dance backwards.

"Hahahahaha! Not bad, you!" Gojo Satoru laughed loudly, and kept patting Bouboo on the back to praise it, "How about going faster!"

"young people!--"

The elder was staggered by the blow, subconsciously hugged Gojo Wu's waist to keep himself from being thrown off, his mouth was crooked by the wind.

"Two commands in a row is the highest speed! Be kind to the elderly!——"

Gojo Satoru was immersed in the joy of the new mount, and the wind was so loud that he couldn't hear the old man's words: "You-say-what-what-!"

"I—say—! #$%&*#…"

Bubuniao made a sharp turn, and the elder's words immediately became a bunch of gibberish in Gojo Wu's ears.

I was so scared that I jumped out of my mother tongue and forgot to speak the common language of the mainland.

After making a sharp turn and arriving at the destination, Wujo Wujo jumped off the bird's back with unsatisfied enthusiasm: "It's really fun, can I sit again?"

The elder slid down from the wings in a daze, feeling top-heavy for a while, and walked lightly: "No...you have to eat first...after the meal, whatever you want..."

"Oh, yes." Gojo Satoru nodded enthusiastically.

In front of him was a hut like an upside-down bowl. The space inside was unexpectedly spacious, with a fireplace, sofa, dining table, and even load-bearing columns. The four corners were divided into different rooms.

The elder brought Gojo Satoru to sit at the dinner table, where bread, jam and other side dishes were already arranged.

In the past, the elder ate alone, but today there was one more person, and he was going to go to the kitchen to get another piece of food: "Don't be restrained, just eat, I'll be right back."

"Okay, thank you." Gojo Satoru was not polite, and sat down directly.

As soon as he took two bites, the sound of running was heard far outside the house, approaching very quickly.

With a bang, the door was pushed open vigorously, and a blond child stood at the door with closed eyes and shouted: "Elder!!"

This syllable is exactly the same as what the young man yelled to the old man at the altar, so it should be the name of the old man.

Things like names, identities, etc.

"Grandpa is not here." Gojo Satoru took another bite of the bread, and replied consciously and kindly, even though he knew that the other party didn't understand at all.

But the blond boy froze.

Hearing the unfamiliar yet familiar language, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at this strange man in astonishment.

"You, you..." The child pointed at him, his eyes widened, and he also spoke the common language of the mainland.

Gojo Satoru: "?" Chew Chew Chew.

"Who are you!" Finally said this sentence.

"Eh? Many adults don't know the language that even children can speak." He propped his chin with one hand, with bread in his mouth, with a casual and chic expression, "Oh, my name is Wujo Wu."

Turning his head, he noticed that the corner of his mouth was covered with jam, and rolled back the sweet and greasy jam with the tip of his tongue, looking at the child with a smile.

"That's right, it's the strongest."

The child was shocked: "..." Seriously, this person? ?

The author has something to say: [For those who have never read the Remembrance Chapter]:

The current timeline is that Kurapika met Sheila who had entered by mistake, and learned about the outside world from the adventure stories she carried, thus becoming interested in the outside world.

Originally, it was six weeks after Kurapika left that there was news of Kuruta being exterminated, but due to plot reasons, I changed the timeline~

PS: I made up the name of Bubu Bird. In the comics, this walking monster looks like a whalebill, so cute and stupid.