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"Fear"

In Wujo Satoru's view, it was a word of contempt.

Now he admits it himself.

Like a deadpan joke.

……

While embracing, he unlocked the no-lower-limit spell, and the salty sea breeze lifted the hair behind his ears and penetrated into his collar, and the back of his neck was suddenly densely chilled.

The chaotic thoughts gradually drifted away, far away at the beginning of the upside-down world.

……

……

What does the name Gojo Satoru actually represent?

The strongest in the magic world?

Six eyes that meet once in 400 years?

Changed the balance of the world and shouldered the future of the magic world?

Neither is right, or not quite him.

Before the age of six—

It represents the high-ranking aristocratic mansion building of the Gojo head family that existed since the Heian period, the towering and fortified courtyard wall, the floating bridge full of history in the courtyard, and the frightening deer on the edge of the pond in summer.

It is the ecstasy of the whole family as if they have found a treasure, the envious behavior of their peers, and the frightening but groveling fawning of servants.

There are endless assassinations, sleepless nights, and pairs of greedy and jealous eyes hiding in the dark.

He walked through the long and old streets of ancient houses countless times, looked at the world indifferently, did not pay attention to anything, and could even easily spot the man from the Buddhist monastery who was sneaking behind him.

Everything is hidden in those blue eyes that can see everything in the world.

So outsiders began to have a biased and unified view of Gojo Satoru-arrogant, arrogant, but destined to become the strongest, leading the Gojo family back to the top of the Yusan family.

Since birth, he was regarded as the son of God, and he couldn't understand the "ordinary" Wujo Satoru, so he was completely nailed to the label.

But inadvertently, he will also pay attention to the flowers blooming on the branches in early spring, listen to the chirping of cicadas fluttering on the treetops in midsummer, feel the withered yellow and withered ginkgo leaves in late autumn, and look up at the snowflakes flying in the sky in cold winter.

When I am in a good mood, I will draw a naive turtle on the manuscript paper, and then hand it in as the homework assigned by the teacher.

When I'm in a bad mood, I just sit outside the promenade expressionlessly, immersed in the baptism of drifting rain that treats everyone equally.

He clearly knows that he is different from other magicians, and he is born above the rules of the world.

omnipotent, omnipotent.

Everything comes too easily, but I don't care about anything.

Surrounded by rotten flowers and blood, the boy who grew up, with cold brows and careless arrogance after seeing all the world, stepped into the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Conjuration.

Then, I saw the human world here.

I found someone I recognized who was enough to stand side by side with me all the way. Although I was still standing on the altar, I lowered my proud head like alms, and saw the existence of the same magician for the first time.

As a companion who can deliver all trust.

——Lao Tzu is the strongest.

——Jie, you and Lao Tzu are the strongest.

——Because we are the strongest.

So far, the black-and-white world in his eyes, which has always been isolated from his heart, has gradually broken the ice and melted, with gentle and dazzling colors.

Like layers of clouds blown away by the wind, revealing little by little the humanity hidden under the divinity.

The Son of God who stood at the highest place began to approach humans and became a shining young man. After the hard shell wrapped outside was smashed by himself, his bad nature was completely exposed.

When the nunnery girl yells "Call me senior!", she will reply with a playful smile, "Huh? What are you talking about~"

Then he laughed and walked away, leaving the singer jumping angrily on the spot.

He would also share pranks with Xia Youjie whisperingly, and the two of them secretly wore the short skirts of the family, and compared each other who looked better in it, and then they were punched by the angry Nitzi.

Afterwards, I still have to quibble, "We are just helping you to check the quality of school uniforms and skirts. What if the funds invested are embezzled?"

Jia Ruozi: "Get out! Two scumbags!"

Even so, there are only a few people who can really get into his sight. Even though they have been doing the work of exorcising the curse, they still scoff at the concept of saving ordinary people.

——Spells are just spells, abilities, and tools, and they don't require any additional responsibilities.

——Enlightenment, what you said is wrong. Curse magic exists to protect non-magic masters. As a strong man, conjurer masters have the obligation to protect the weak.

Even though Xia Youjie is his good friend, every time he argues about this aspect, he always insists on his own opinion, and soon he will be disgusted by the concept that the other party has learned from nowhere and restricts him.

Of course, Xia Youjie, who was retched by him, also turned pale.

In the end, they would always fight on the training ground, destroying the entire field, and then they would be taken back by the collars of the two of them by the night moth teacher to educate them.

Out of respect for the teacher, the two had no choice but to hang shoulders and backs reluctantly, pretending to be reconciled, but in fact neither of them accepted the other, and they waited for the next fight.

……

Is Wujo Satoru indifferent?

indifferent.

It seems that there is no sense of distance, and it can accurately isolate people from their own world.

But for such an indifferent person, there is a brilliance that belongs to him in the depths of his soul.

It is really troublesome to talk about taking care of the emotions of the weak. When seeing life being mutilated and torn by the curse spirit, it will also ignite frightening anger, killing the curse spirit born in darkness with gunpowder all over its body.

After entering the mortal world, the 17-year-old boy who has gradually learned to restrain himself is brilliant and dazzling.

Like the red sun climbing up on the top of a dark dark mountain, it spreads all the enthusiasm and heat to the world wantonly and flamboyantly.

He would walk into the movie theater, watch a bad movie with popcorn in his arms, and then carefully remember the name, with the idea that he cannot be disgusted alone, and recommend it to others with bad intentions.

Exhausting all the words and hype to describe the essence of the film, it fooled others to watch it dubiously, and then walked out angrily with an expression of being fed shit.

At this time, Gojo Satoru would squat outside the theater and laugh wildly, even if it attracted the attention of passersby, he didn't care.

Arrogant and unruly, do whatever you want, always have what you want too easily, so you will never give in, just do whatever you want.

Including feelings.

This liking seems to be a sudden adjustment in ordinary life. He tried it with interest and ease, and never let himself indulge.

Hold the long and thin kite line, push and pull it at will, watch it dance in the sky leisurely, and control the whole process arrogantly.

Because it is Gojo Satoru, he is the strongest in every aspect.

Even controlling emotions.

……

It should be like this.

No matter from which point of view it should be like this.

But the truth slapped him in the face.

He came to this place with the idea of ​​"wanting to see her", but his heart was destroyed by a curse, and he almost died. His heart was trampled under his feet, and his rage was instantly ignited.

For the first time, he shot with a real killing intent.

Teasing her with a cat-and-mouse mentality, watching her dodge calmly in the stormy attack, the more flamboyant her smile on the surface, the more raging the anger in her heart.

For a moment, she even felt that her so-called "killing can completely own" concept is not unreasonable.

Just when the emotional climax was approaching, it was interrupted by the sudden appearance of darkness.

Immediately afterwards, all her past appeared before her eyes.

The illusory figure is filled with more and more clear memories, and even the collapse is close at hand.

See her sinking deeply into memories, running forward with desperate and persistent belief, trying to grab the last crumbling rope.

But the rope broke, and she was emptied and fell hard on the ground. She just knelt on the spot and cried, and even lost the courage to get up and face it.

She was so fragile that even ordinary people could easily kill her at that time.

He should have killed her.

This guy is paranoid and cold by nature, looks at the outside world indifferently, and will take whatever he wants by any means until he takes it for himself.

He said he liked it, but every time he really wanted to kill him.

Gojo Satoru thought this way, and walked step by step in front of the desperate trapped beast, his fingers firmly pressed against the opponent's gate of life, but there was no magic power to gather.

But this guy is so simple that he can see through it at a glance. He will never forget the vows he made. He will seriously say sorry if he does something wrong, and he will firmly follow the rules taught by his father during his lifetime.

Even though he has lost his spiritual support and carefree, he will curiously observe the ants moving, welcome new things happily, and live on the only obsession left in his heart.

Why are there such contradictory people?

Tough yet fragile.

Just seeing her withering away makes one feel irritable.

So by accident, he put down his hand and decided to pull her out of the quagmire of despair.

This is a tug of war.

But once Gojo Satoru has set his goal, he will unswervingly move towards the goal and will never admit defeat.

however--

Her initiative to seek death again after the breakdown was beyond his expectation.Not to mention she would choose to shoot herself.

The moment he saw the other party pointing a gun at the back of his head and pulling the trigger without hesitation, he had an uncontrollable feeling that was almost out of control.

The brief loss of control pierced into his heart like a sharp blade, forcing him to face the strange and secret emotions hidden under the anger——

He is afraid.

Ridiculous, unbelievable, but inevitably caught in a brief daze.

In blank thoughts, he questioned himself.

Are you kidding me, Gojo Satoru is the strongest, how could he be afraid?

In the next second, he directly denied this point of view.

Why not?

The strongest is not a omnipotent existence, there will also be sand that cannot be held and water that cannot be scooped up.

People who cannot be saved.

And he was just a little bit late, even if he was half a second late.

There is really no way to save her.

In this regard, he crossed his entire youth and came to her, restraining his childish confrontation.

The foggy and smoky clouds in the sky, carrying the warm wind of late spring, cleared away the heavy fog that covered the eyes.

Whether it is self-deceiving thoughts or words that are trying to hide, at this moment, they all turned into misty clouds and passed away quietly.

The white-haired youth finally raised his head and confessed frankly.

"...Yes, I'm afraid."

Abandon the previous aloofness.

However, the person staying in his arms asked in a more confused tone: "Why are you afraid? Is my death something that scares you?"

Before he could answer, she actually laughed, "What are you talking about? It's ridiculous. This is what I want to do. Don't stop me."

The atmosphere fell into silence.

An unbearable silence spread between the two of them, Gojo Satoru hugged the other's thin shoulders, and the sharp shoulder bones were just under his palm, with sharp edges and corners.

He narrowed the look in his eyes, and retorted with a rogue: "No, you obviously prayed to me first, how can you choose another way beyond me?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Oh yes, I won't be happy."

"What does that have to do with me?" Anna said, "Have you forgotten? You really planned to kill me two days ago."

"Why can't it be done now?"

Her voice was calm and unwavering, but Gojo Satoru was speechless when she asked.

He couldn't explain his thoughts about the changes in his heart, the kind of self-analysis that almost spread himself out, he couldn't say it at all.

pat.

Small drops of rain suddenly fell from the sky, mixed with the fishy smell of the sea breeze, and lightly hit the bridge of his nose.

Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention, and whispered: "Sorry, I can't follow your thoughts."

Then, thinking of the scene in the blood-red world again, his eyes dimmed, "Why do you want to die, just because you feel that no one loves you anymore? If..."

"Ah...it's raining."

Anna didn't care about what he was about to say at all, and interrupted him with her face up, all her attention was on the sudden raindrops.

She gently shook her eyelashes, feeling the cold touch: "That's great, I like rain, no matter what traces are there, it will disappear."

The interest in the conversation that was born a few minutes ago because of Gojo Satoru's violent heartbeat disappeared, and he fell into his own world again.

——It went back to the state where I couldn't listen to anything.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelids, closed his eyes, feeling powerless, because his back was slightly arched because of the posture of bowing his head, and the clothes in front of him were squeezed out of creases.

Her Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just raised her hand to straighten her crooked mask.

The rapid bell rang suddenly, breaking the silence.

Anna's chaotic thoughts swayed, she broke away from his arm, took out her mobile phone, and pressed the answer button.

Jimmy's voice came from the receiver: "Where the knight got the reading ability card, 'a round-trip postcard for the dead', which can talk to the dead. There are twelve sets, and he and I keep one set each. for you."

Maybe it was the noise interference from electronic equipment, or maybe it was the extremely bad weather on Meteor Street today, Jimmy's voice was deeper than usual.

Originally, he planned to persuade her to give up the idea of ​​resurrection, but then he thought about it again, people on Meteor Street would only turn back if they hit their head badly.

click.

The crisp ignition sound sounded, Jimmy lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"If you have anything to say, take the opportunity to say it."

Hearing this, Anna clenched her phone in shock: "But..."

"It's already in your house, go and see for yourself." Jimmy didn't say any more, and hung up the phone directly.

The beeping busy tone echoed in her ears, she held the phone and murmured unconsciously.

"...his soul is gone."

That's the soul.

The most important proof of the existence of the human spirit.

Can reading ability cards find lost souls?

she does not know.

……

But what if?

Intellectually, he knew it was impossible, but uncontrollably, a slight hope ignited from the bottom of his heart, and even his eyes had light.

"Gojo Satoru, I want to go back to Meteor Street."

At this moment, Anna has completely forgotten the scene of still seeking death just now, struggling to raise her head from the mud, breathing fresh air.

"Go back now."

The person who had been silent for two whole days was revived just because of an uncertain news.

It's so different from the scene where he has been ignored all the time.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, pushed back his rain-drenched hair, and calmly accepted the fact.

Not reconciled.

I just feel like...a little bit clueless about what to do.

But now that he has regained his spirit a bit, and opened a little gap in the hard shell that wraps him, he should be able to listen to his words, right?

Although the original plan was to take her away from the familiar place, but now she has a new goal, how could he stop it.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said, "Of course."

Embracing her with one hand, he teleported away.

The streets are already empty, and there are drinks, food, and even sundries left by pedestrians running and fleeing everywhere.

When he was about to enter the airship area, Gojo Satoru took out his sunglasses: "Use this, the mask is not suitable for entering."

Anna was silent for a while, and said, "No. The mask suits me better."

He lowered his head and asked, "Why?"

Caressing the mask with slender fingers, touching the distorted facial features with her fingertips, she said softly, "Because it's a monster."

The facial features, which were completely out of normal position, protruded from the mask, and with the movement of her brushing, it became more and more ferocious.

"I'm the monster."

She is exactly the same as it.

……

monster?

An absurd smile burst out of Gojo Satoru's chest.

"Come with me." He grabbed Anna's hand involuntarily, teleported back to the mask shop, and swept away all the masks that were still passable.

"If you want to be a monster today, then be it, but if you want to be something else tomorrow, these—" He put all the masks he swept into the bag, "it's all fine."

As he spoke, he stuffed the bag into her arms, not to be refused.

Anna was holding a bag of masks, stunned for a moment, and said coldly: "Gojo Satoru, I am not these cute things, don't you understand the meaning of 'monster'? Only this mask..."

"Monster?" Gojo Satoru suddenly moved closer to her, staring closely at the other's dark pupils, and sneered.

"Does the monster cry? Does it break down? Does it despair enough to die because no one loves it?"

Calmly and resolutely, he approached her heart step by step.

"Will you stand here and express your thoughts to me?"

The hand holding the mask bag was tightly locked, and the woven bag was pulled out of the sharp marks on the edge of the mask. She didn't know what to say.

"Admit it, you are already a human being." Gojo Satoru slowly opened a bright smile, "A living, emotional, flesh and blood human being."

He bowed his waist so that his eyes were at the same level as hers, and his dark collar sagged slightly.Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to the mask on her face.

"Not the same as it."

The cold and clear blue eyes softened his gaze, and his fingers turned around, pointing at himself.

"Just like me."

The tone was firm.

Under the mask, the dark pupils suddenly widened slightly.

The author has something to say: the previous speculation about Gojo Satoru is only my personal opinion

OOC sorry...