Find a way to own the 5t5

In the end, I entered the airship area wearing that weird mask, and the staff in charge of ticket inspection even smiled and praised "the mask is very individual".

I just realized that this mask was originally a specialty of Port Duni. No matter how strange it looks, no one will stop me.

I was almost deceived by Wujo Wu.

"You said that the mask is not suitable for entering, there is no such thing at all." Stepping on the long ladder lowered by the airship, I naturally turned my head and said to Gojo Satoru.

The bag containing the mask was sent to a special cargo compartment. At this moment, he had nothing in his hands, and his hands were casually inserted in his pockets. Those clear eyes looked at me calmly.

"You don't care anyway." His tone was cold.

I froze for a moment, not expecting him to say that.

Gojo Satoru's voice is very special. When he is in a good mood, the end of his speech will be prolonged, and then slightly upward, as if he is holding a small hook, poking into people's hearts with no seriousness.

Those who hate him will feel that he is intentionally eccentric when they hear this kind of tone, but he will not deny this kind of statement, but will applaud more arrogantly and admit "that's right".

But when he was in a bad mood, there was no fluctuation in his tone of voice, and even the commonly used ending sounds disappeared, and it was easy to hear the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

— as now.

Hesitating, I met his eyes.

The projection of the wing of the airship happened to be cast on his side face, and the broken light and shadow surged in the blue color, blending with the deep pupils, making it hard to tell whether it was an external shadow or a gloomy emotion.

Feeling a little astringent in my heart, I exerted my strength and clenched the hand holding the handrail slightly.

The first-class cabin has the priority to board the boat. At this time, we are the only ones on the entire long ladder, and the noise of the crowd is blocked below, blurred in the halo of vision, as if there is a hazy fog covering the picture.

Suddenly, the closed gate opened, the fog shattered quickly, and the noise gradually approached clearly, which was also mixed with the dissuasion of the staff "please don't be crowded".

In the tremor of the long ladder being climbed by the crowd, I turned my head to avoid Gojo Satoru's sight.

"You're right." I didn't care.

Turning around and walking up the stairs again, suddenly there was a very soft "tsk" from behind, and heavy steps stepped on my feet.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow covering the top of the head appeared behind him, with a hand on my shoulder, with a slight force, he turned me to face him.

"What's right? You have to refute me at this time." He bowed his waist, and there were waves in his calm blue pupils. "You should be unhappy, and then say——"

He snorted, imitating my tone, and said word by word, "'Gojo Wu, you are lying to me again.'"

"Didn't you justly accuse me before?"

He was a little close, and he could even see the shattered hair shaking on his forehead, and the heat was transmitted to his shoulders through his clothes.

I opened my eyes wide, the slight astringency disappeared in an instant, I don't understand why his attitude suddenly changed, he was obviously still unhappy just now.

"...Aren't you unhappy?" asked him suspiciously.

He didn't seem to expect that I would ask this, and he obviously choked up a bit before remembering to retort: ​​"No."

He didn't admit it at all, just like the person with the straight face a few seconds ago wasn't him.

The crowd in the back area was already very close, so I didn't ask any more questions, just dragged him up and said, "Don't stand here and block the way."

Wujo Gojo looked at his grabbed hand with lowered eyes, and he closed it with his backhand, and said in a leisurely tone, "Hurry up, I've already taught you."

Ignoring him, I walked quickly into the airship, found a seat and sat down before I said, "Then why did you lie to me?"

He straightened his long legs and leaned back on the seat: "Because this mask is really—"

Looking over lazily, "It's too ugly."

Originally thought she was chosen out of liking, and he could barely boast "special", but after knowing the real reason——

"It's really ugly."

Resting his chin with one hand, he said it again.

ugly?I pursed my lips: "This is not important..."

"Don't say that word again." Wujo Wu interrupted me loudly, "At any rate, trust my judgment."

Before I could refute, he waved to the waiter of the airship: "Please have a glass of soda."

...?

Putting aside my thoughts, I asked curiously, "Don't you like drinking?"

The waiter came over quickly. He took the soda and handed it to me directly. The bubbling drink swirled lightly: "It's for you."

Then he glanced at me, "Say less annoying words."

Me: "... suck, Gululu."

This flight is a direct flight to the desert town, so the flight time is extremely long, and it has not landed until evening.

The huge passenger airship shuttled through the flowing clouds, and the cold outside air piled up on the glass to form hazy mist, and the originally transparent windows were suddenly blurred.

Gojo Satoru was reflected in this blur, resting with his eyes closed.

I stretched out my hand and gently stroked my index finger on the glass filled with water mist, trying to deliberately draw his ugly sleep.

After adjusting his posture, the silver mask that was leaning on the edge happened to fall from the gap in the seat and fell to the ground with a click.

……

Staring blankly, the narrow thoughts in my heart quietly disappeared.

He bent down to pick it up, held it in his arms again, and spelled out the word "An" on the blurry window bit by bit.

During the breathing interval, dense dull pain appeared in my chest. I sadly pressed my face against the glass, and the cold and moist touch was transmitted immediately.

A sigh came from beside him.

"What's the matter." The person who had closed his eyes to rest helplessly opened them, leaned over, hooked me into his arms, and lowered his head to ask, "Are you uncomfortable?"

I leaned into his arms and wept quietly: "It hurts too much."

Obviously, when I saw this mask tomorrow, I only felt a little pain, but when I noticed it again just now, I suddenly felt extremely wronged, and the degree of heartache was even worse than during the day.

Why is this happening?

Being hugged by Gojo Satoru made it even more sad.

"...Why am I still alive?" I murmured softly as my lips moved.

The hands around his shoulders were immediately tightened. He suppressed his emotions and said nonchalantly, "Don't you want to try that postcard? It's fine if you die."

I clenched my clothes tightly: "That postcard..."

Even if it's my last hope, I can't... really see it as salvation.

In fact, I know, how can items with the ability to read can compare to creatures with resurrection power.

……

But he couldn't help but take chances.

The airship trembled, the roar of fuel at the tail suddenly increased, and the speed began to decrease.

...it's about to land.

Realizing this fact, great fear welled up in my heart inexplicably, and my breathing suddenly became short of breath.

My eyes suddenly went dark, Gojo Satoru covered my eyes with his hand, "It's fine if you can't see it."

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "Are you still afraid now?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, without saying whether I was afraid or not: "...it will be fine soon."

When Gojo Satoru heard this evasive answer, a little dark emotion floated in his eyes, which was suppressed by him again.

The airship stopped, and the originally quiet inner cabin was suddenly buzzing with conversations. After other passengers in the first-class cabin left one after another, Gojo Satoru led me out.

The starry sky without storms in the desert is extraordinarily beautiful. The bright stars are scattered in the sky, and the beautiful and bright starlight pours down from the end of the world, forming a vast and brilliant Milky Way.

Gojo Satoru didn't immediately teleport me back to Meteor Street, but walked slowly in the desert town.

"Wow, look quickly, the sandstorm a few days ago knocked off the roof." He pointed to a dark one-story house with great interest, the windows were broken, and the place where the roof should have been was empty. "It should be fun to lie in there now."

A look of eagerness to try.

I looked over and said in silence for a moment, "That... should be the livestock house."

Gojo Satoru: "...how do you know??"

"Because the houses where people live cannot be blown away by sandstorms."

"…………"

He froze for two seconds, looked away as if nothing had happened, and then let out an excited "Oh", as if he had discovered something new, and ran over there when he mentioned me.

what.I was dragged away inexplicably.

Turning a corner, near the outer wall of a house, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, motioning me to look southeast.

Following his gaze, a small animal was squatting in a corner and digging for food, its two big ears stood up vigilantly, ready to run away.

"It's the first time I've seen it." He stared at it with great interest, "The fennec fox is right."

I lost interest after looking at it twice, and casually pinched the mask in my hand: "Didn't you see it when you passed here before? There are many here."

"I didn't pay attention." Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and shrugged, "One time to find you on Meteor Street, one time to bring you out."

After pinching the mask, I raised my eyes to look at him.

"I don't have time to look at these things." He said indifferently, and suddenly bowed his waist and looked at me with a smile in his eyes, "Is it super-moving?"

I pursed my lips, but I didn't speak.

The fennec fox looking for food suddenly stopped, turned its head to this side vigilantly, and then quickly ran away on the ground.

Gojo Satoru let out an "ah" and straightened up: "Run away, am I too loud..."

The slender white-haired young man was leaning against the stone wall with his arms folded, murmuring and complaining unhappily, like a disappointed child who just found a new toy and accidentally lost it.

But that little disappointment was quickly thrown away by him, he looked up at the sky full of stars, praised "Not bad", and suddenly cast his eyes on me: "Isn't it?"

Immediately, the brows were slightly raised, and he pointedly said, "What are you looking at me for?"

The galaxy above the head is brilliant and dazzling, like a huge and gorgeous curtain.

The clear moonlight like mist and veil poured down, spreading a light shadow from the corner of Gojo Wu's forehead, blurring the delicate eyebrows and eyes, making him appear a little gentle for no reason.

I suddenly called out to him: "Wujo Wu."

After he answered with a puzzled face, I lowered my head and picked the pattern on the mask with my fingers, but my voice was extremely calm: "Go back."

The scene suddenly fell into silence, and no one spoke.

After a while, he tilted his head, hooked the corners of his lips, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Where are you going?"

"Back to your world." I took a deep breath and said the whole sentence, "I'll send you back."

"Oh, oh."

Gojo Satoru put his hand on the back of his neck, twisted his neck, and then realized that he was still holding the mask bag in his other hand, so he withdrew his hand, and the mask bag fell to the ground with a snap.

A thin layer of light yellow sand on the ground was stirred up.

"Isn't it finished? Continue." He stood against the wall calmly.

My heart tightened inexplicably: "...it's over."

"It's over? Then it's up to me." Seeing me lower my head, he simply squatted down and put his hands on his knees, "Why?"

I didn't expect him to ask back, so I froze for a moment: "Don't you want to go back?"

"Eh? It's weird after all—" He raised his face and said calmly, "The person who said he was going to kill me a few days ago suddenly changed his mind and sent me back. Anyone will be curious about it." .”

"Why, don't you want to kill me now?"

The hand that rubbed the pattern of the mask paused, and I asked, "Then will you let me kill you?"

"Haha, no." Gojo Satoru cracked a smile and said sarcastically, "It's just that kind of method that won't work for me."

...This person, calling the curse that breaks the heart in an instant is just that kind of method?

I don't know how to evaluate this arrogant statement, but finally shook my head and said, "There is nothing else."

"No, don't you still have that ability, that - force? The effect looks very powerful."

"Currently, the difficulty is the lowest, and it is impossible for you to force failure."

"Hmm - the logic is still wrong." He shook his fingers, "Even if he couldn't kill him, he couldn't be kind enough to send me back - so why?"

……Why?I was in a trance for a few seconds.

In fact, I didn't think about it at first, even when I woke up, I didn't think about him. If I die then, he can only stay in this world forever.

Obviously none of my business.

but……

I hesitated, and replied softly: "You are the first person to know that I am a monster...and admit that I am a human being."

Ann doesn't know my true identity, and if he knew, he would definitely admit me.

"Take it as...a thank you."

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth and repeated inexplicably: "Thank you?"

He snorted and asked, "Then where are you going?"

"I..." I finally raised my head, looking towards the end of the desert in the north, "I will go back to Meteor Street."

If the postcard sent to the deceased cannot find Ann's soul, I will die on Meteor Street, and my soul will return to my homeland.

"Wow, it's all arranged, just wait for me to nod?" He tilted his head and tapped his forehead with his index finger, "What if I don't agree."

I looked at him suspiciously: "You have been following me...don't you just want me to take you back?"

Gojo Satoru paused, thinking he heard it wrong: "What?"

"Don't let me die because I'm worried that I won't be able to go back." I couldn't think of any other reason, "I've already promised to send you back..."

boom--!

The wall behind Gojo Satoru suddenly exploded.

I was shocked.

It was so relaxed that he didn't notice any sign of him doing anything.

The squatting figure was immediately submerged by the rising dust, but then he waved his hand and apologized: "Huh? Sorry, sorry, suddenly I got a little out of control."

"All of a sudden, I got a little angry." He stood up, walked out from the churning dust, looked up at the sky full of stars, and suddenly laughed, his voice was so cold that it was terrifying, "You really——make me look at you with admiration .”

There was biting coolness in the icy blue eyes, wrapped in anger, piercing towards him coldly, but I was unexpectedly not vigilant.

That's weird... He was obviously really angry.

But there is no killing intent.

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply put aside these thoughts: "So do you want to go back?"

"Ha, ha. Okay." He sneered twice, and agreed in an extremely bad mood, "What do you want to ask?"

I was completely relieved.

But inexplicably, the whole person is light and light, and it feels as if he has taken the initiative to throw away all the things he owns.

I felt a little tired even standing, so I just squatted down and said softly to him, "Gojo Satoru. Give me...the light blue rabbit mask."

He was standing against the wall with a stinky face, but he was startled when he heard this, and looked down at the mask bag he had thrown on the ground.

He didn't move, I didn't speak, just waited quietly.

After a few seconds, he also squatted down, opened the bag, and handed me the mask with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Give me the light brown bear mask."

There was the sound of rummaging for something again.

Taking the second mask, I met his beautiful blue eyes, and slowly said the last demand: "Give me... the squirrel mask."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have completely calmed down now, and an indescribable smile lingered all over his body. After hearing the force, he lazily took out the squirrel mask from the bag and gave it to me.

The conditions are fulfilled.

I hold four masks in my arms, besides these three and the silver-white one.

"...make a wish." I looked at him without blinking.

"Tsk, yes, if you wish..."

Gojo Satoru deliberately drew out his voice, and I didn't know why, so I also held my breath.

Suddenly, his tone dropped sharply, and he uttered a complete sentence, "Just let you become a human being like me."

...? !

Before I could react, my whole body was enveloped by a soft force. In the next second, the senses of being a human reappeared in my body.

Subconsciously let go, all the masks in his arms fell to the ground.

"Are you crazy! Gojo Satoru!"

With a blank face, he reached out and took off my mask, and looked at me in amazement: "Oh, the eyes really changed back, amazing."

I was anxious: "This wish is very difficult, so the next time I force it is also very difficult, you can't fulfill it!"

"Eh, is it? Terrible, then you can't take this opportunity to force me." Wujo Satoru didn't take it seriously at all, and was still in the mood to joke, "I've seen your memory, and I know the weakness of your ability."

I looked at him in shock: "Don't you understand, you can't go back!"

He raised his hand, raised the monster mask in his hand, and the strong mantra surged in an instant, directly burning it to ashes: "Now I won't keep my mouth shut that I'm a monster, right?"

"..." I was choked by him, "You are crazy."

"Just think I'm crazy." Gojo Satoru smiled indifferently, "Isn't it normal for a conjurer to be a lunatic?"

I took a step back and said with a cold face: "Here, you have no friends, no family, wait until I die..."

He quickly pinched my cheeks and stopped my next words: "Stop saying what I don't want to hear."

Then he complained weakly to me, "Some words are not appropriate to say after the atmosphere, even I would feel embarrassed. Forget it, I will say it again for the last time——"

Bending down, the delicate facial features approached a little bit, looking straight into my eyes.

"I won't leave you. Do you understand?"

I was suffocating for breath, and looked away like lightning, unwilling to meet his gaze.

"Tch, you can hide as you like." He let go of his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, suddenly parted his mouth, and laughed, "Are you touched?"

This kind of smug tone is really annoying, I said blankly: "No."

Then pushed him away hard, "I'm leaving."

"Mask—no more? Your favorite silver one."

After I took a step forward, I turned my head and saw this guy standing in front of me with his waist bent, holding the silver mask in his right hand, shaking it from side to side.

"Here~"

She quickly raised her hand to snatch the mask from him, and held it in her arms.

"Do you want anything else?"

"..."

"Huh? Talk."

"……want."

With a happy smile on Gojo Satoru, he leaned over to clean up the masks scattered on the ground with me, and put them into bags one by one.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, touched my forehead with his index finger, and poked back: "Don't be afraid now."

I covered my forehead and looked at him inexplicably.

"I will accompany you back."

Gojo Satoru tied the mask bag with a knot, then pulled me up, "Also, I have a doubt."

"……what?"

Gojo Satoru recalled the fragments he had seen in his memory before, and asked earnestly, "Is your father... from this world?"

My heartbeat suddenly stopped, and then it sank heavily.