Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The contract promises to be generous and tragic, but finding a way out is not easy.

My unskilled kaleidoscope has just reached the critical point of use, and it will hurt if I use it again, and I will be blind if I don’t know it.

And if the calculation is serious, the knowledge of space involves mathematics that cannot be escaped. In this regard, Mr. Wutiao has been calculating since he came here and there is no result.

In short, whether it is my intuition system or Mr. Gojo's data system, this is a long-term battle.

Therefore, the most serious problem we are facing now is actually——

eat.

"Wow, Akita is just so handsome." Catfish swayed around with that lively hair, stretched his arms, and fully expressed his admiration with body language: "So handsome——"

The Fu Sangshen all ignored the incident of the two of us generously revealing our real names, collectively lost their memory, and pretended nothing happened.

"Please don't mention it again, Brother Cattail..." Covered by the small dagger with admiring eyes, he completely lost the previous decisive momentum, "First, let's discuss the dinner party first."

"Huh?" The catfish tail jumped up and down, and almost fell to the ground, "Eat?"

After digging the soil with a shovel, Xiaohuwan straightened up, and picked up a handful of catfish tails that had been planted all the way into the pit: "That's right, Qianshou and Wujo are human beings, they have to eat."

"About this," I took the time to interject while helping to fill the soil, "I just got a boost of physical strength before I came here. If it wasn't a big exhaustion, I could completely rely on sleep to make it through."

So we looked at the only person present who needed to eat in unison.

"Well," the tall Mr. Gojo clutched his chin thoughtfully, "Actually, I don't have to eat."

"—But the sugar can't be cut off." I subconsciously continued, "Uh, it's best if conditions permit."

"BINGO~" A skilled wink flew over, this time I had experience, I closed my eyes and dodged perfectly before the goosebumps stood up and danced.

"How did Mr. Gojo live before I came?" I gave up communicating with him, and turned to look at Fusangshen, "Niaowei, you should be in charge of this pill?"

"I'm right." When it came to the business, this overly evasive Wakizawa subconsciously stood up straight and reported: "But the kitchen has always been self-serving, and Mr. Gojo didn't mention this before. ..."

I have some headaches.

After thinking about it, since I don't know how long we'll be together, I choose to ask straightforwardly: "Mr. Gojo, I'm sorry, is your current consumption and intake balanced?"

Can you still control it?

"Ho~" Mr. Wutiao raised one eyebrow with a playful expression, which is considered cooperative, "Occasionally."

In other words, in many cases, the output is greater than the input, just like the current Honmaru swords.

...It is not necessary to maintain a high degree of agreement with everyone in Honmaru on this point.

I frowned and looked at the pair of heavenly pupils that had not been covered since we met.

Why not cover it?

In the uncovered pupils of the sky, white mist surges non-stop, catering to this unchanging world.

No need to ask, I figured it out quickly because—

The world is unchanging, precisely because of the unchanging, if you want to grasp the fleeting changes, you need a long-term, non-stop gaze.

Calculated in this way, it is necessary to convert the accidental probability into a certainty that can be used, and then make full use of this uncertain certainty to calculate and solve the mystery of this unknown space——

The consumption is terrible.

From very early on, he has been acting to break this place.

And said nothing.

Obviously, Cattail also figured this out, his expression became self-blame, and he opened his mouth: "Wu Tiao first..."

"No need, I'm the strongest." The man didn't want to hear an apology at all, and obviously he didn't think it was anyone's fault.

The back that seemed too long and wide to Wakizasa did not stand tall and straight, but slanted unscrupulously. Even if he was trapped in a birdcage, he still had to step on the golden fence, "No one can fight, win Spicy teachers who have been around the world—”

"Then our almighty Wutiao teacher," I took out the only small piece of treasure left: "Do you want to eat strawberry cake?"

Mr. Wutiao, who was the only one in the sky and earth a second ago, retracted his foot from the fence: "Eat."

He snatched this three-day-old cake piece out of my hand, and the cream on the top layer was a little deformed, but he didn't dislike it at all, just like tasting a limited-edition dessert of a century-old brand.

Taking this opportunity, I smiled at Cattail and made a "yeah" gesture.

It would be too difficult for this person to accept sincere thanks and apologies.

Catfish came back to his senses, and also spread his hands towards me.

"You guys are talking bad things behind my back," Teacher Wu, who added sugar, intervened condescendingly between us, casting a shadow.

Me: "Hee hee, no."

Cattail: "Haha, how could that be?"

Since reactions that are too special are not accepted, then follow your heart.

For example, when necessary, unanimously external.

After all, when this person deserves a beating, he really needs a beating.

"Really?" The creamy breath lingered in the sky above the two 1.6 meters, faintly, "But I can see it."

I:"……"

Oops, forgot about cheating six eyes.

Cattail also: "..."

But he reacted very quickly, and immediately took a few steps back with a natural expression, and took the shovel I stuck on the ground very actively.

So I was left alone facing Mr. Gojo's dangerously narrowed eyes.

"Well, um, Mr. Gojo," I tried to change the subject: "Any plans for the future?"

"Are you asking this?" The person concerned was very obedient and I changed the subject, smiling, with an amiable appearance, and his confident demeanor made people feel at ease, "Of course——"

His lips that were not painted with lip gloss lightly parted, and he uttered two concise words: "No."

"??"

How can I pick this up.

As if pleased by my speechless expression, his expression remained unchanged, and while speaking the most tender words, he made a violent cutting gesture.

"Although it has indeed messed up a lot, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge." The man's smile was aggressive and chaotic, as if he wanted to smash all the order and norms. He was sharp and decisive, facing What I believe is firm: "For the outside world, leave it to them for the time being."

"—I trust them."

"What about yourself?"

"Me?" As soon as he mentioned himself, the momentum around him dissipated in an instant, and he spread his hands rascally, "I'm working hard, it's okay, wait a minute, if it doesn't work, just go outside and hit the air a few times to relieve the air." .”

Dragonfly, who was sitting on the sidelines and ordered to rest, expressed deep emotion: "I am also imprisoned, and the mentality of Your Excellency Wujo makes me admire you."

"That's right, it's me," His Excellency Gojo, who was praised, was very happy, "More praises!"

Is this Wujo Satoru?

The sky is about to fall, the car overturned and failed, but also to maintain the strongest demeanor?

Looking at that face that would never appear distressed under heavy pressure, even knowing that it was under the atmosphere of being fired deliberately, I laughed.

Yes, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.

It's rare to be able to rest and sleep well, although I ate a little less——

"It's much less, much less!" Mr. Wujo of the Sweet Party stretched out his hand: "Is there any more strawberry cake—"

"No more—"

It's a collection of money snatched from the doctor, and it's not easy to keep a piece of it.

"Qi—" At this time, the voice was drawn out and he looked like a child who couldn't eat candy.

"Pfft." Thinking about it this way, I really can't eat candy.

The genius Gojo Satoru, a child who is lonely but dares to pursue, until this struggle ends in a temporary fiasco, Gojo Satoru is just Gojo Satoru.

never change.

Then praise you more.

"Mr. Gojo," I raised my hand, "Forever young!"

"Hey, hey," the 28-year-old Mr. Gojo was very dissatisfied, and stretched out his claws in my direction: "I'm also very young now—"

I quickly jumped away and laughed: "Forever young, always absurd!"

……

In order to live better, and to find out possible food, we started the environmental modification of Honmaru.

"I've been wanting to ask you since just now, Mr. Wujo." I picked up a basket of edible potatoes and sweet potatoes and handed them to a current noble owner who was squatting to distinguish between crops and weeds: "How many times have you Accurate reply, it seems that I haven't even opened my mouth yet?"

Six Eyes also works part-time as a mind reader?

"You have all your thoughts on your face," Mr. Wutiao easily picked up the bamboo basket with one hand, and threw it out casually, mocking unceremoniously in his tone: "Do you still need Liuyan?"

"I see," I nodded, and Cattail, who was waiting outside, hurriedly caught Zi'er, who was catching the bamboo basket, and went to the next place again while screaming, "Thank you for the compliment."

Anyway, I take it as a compliment.

Followed by: "You're welcome."

"..."

"..."

"Oh yes, Mr. Gojo."

"What?"

"I'm not good at mathematics related to space, but if I only talk about intuitive judgments, I can probably help a little bit, wait a minute—"

I took off my gloves, closed my eyes, and walked blindly in the wiped corridor, trying to recall the feeling when I was poured with black mud.

This is the first time I have actively opened this disobedient eye. After completing the self-controlled closing before, I have a premonition that this time it will be successful.

In fact, I did succeed.

It is different from the scorching heat of burning flames. It is more like a bud that penetrates one's own bones and lymph, every cell and skin, and grows silently and vigorously from the warm blood.

It is blood.

No matter how small or meager it is, given a chance, a sprout can emerge from the ground.

I slowly opened my eyes.

——Kaleidoscope Sharingan.

"Okay, look at me—"

"Huh???" Mr. Gojo's expression was more unexpected than I imagined. He seemed to approach me unbelievably, as if he wanted to study my eyes completely, and the voice he made changed the tone: "Kaleidoscope - Sharingan?!"

Probably out of surprise, his eyes were opened very wide, and even I couldn't help opening them.

"I thought you knew it when you instructed me to withdraw my pupil power?"

So what's the shock?

"No, wait," Mr. Wutiao pressed my face with one hand and pushed me away, like a cat with a blown hair, jumped three steps away, and even used his delicate orchid fingers to point tremblingly. Looking at me, the trembling voice said, "Your Qianshou, it turned out to be that Qianshou!"

I was still immersed in the lethality brought by that orchid finger and hadn't regained my senses, so I made a questioning sound in a daze: "Huh?"

"You're still 'ha'?" Mr. Gotiao looked angry at being deceived: "I thought it was just a coincidence at first, but it turned out to be the real Senshou!"

"Didn't you say that Senshou and Uchiha are mortal enemies? Where is there someone who writes Sharingan and has the surname Senshou—don't tell me that you can do Mudun!"

"..." I hesitated to speak, stopped to speak, and suddenly didn't know where to start.

Fu Sangshen, who was cleaning up next to him, approached two of them.

"Is that what Mr. Gojo said?" Akita raised his hand with a cute and weak expression: ""Naruto"?"

I again: "Clam?"

"I've seen that one too," Xiaohumaru said with interest, trembling hair horns that resemble fox ears, "but the demon fox there is very different from the nine-tailed demon fox that Xiaohu knows... If you don't talk about this, it's still It's pretty cool, and for a while Tsurumaru was trying to replicate that, um, 'harem art'."

Me: "Huh—?!"

No, I am not surprised that Mr. Gojo knows about the world of Hokage, but why do you all know——

"It's very simple." Dragonfly, who was still invited by everyone to rest in the corridor, smiled innocently: "The actual time of the government of time is in the 23rd century, but most of the god-inspectors are from the 21st century, and naturally a lot of modern entertainment has also been brought over. Cough, I have dabbled a little bit below."

I was shocked.

"Then—" I had a flash of inspiration, and stretched out my tentative jiojio: "Is there "Spell Return"?"

"Well, what is that?" Mr. Gojo turned his head alertly, "Spell?"

"Spells...?" Akita, who seemed to know the most, blanked his eyes blankly, trying to search his memory, "I don't seem to have seen such a term before?"

With anticipation, I looked at Xiaohumaru who also dabbled in it.

Xiaohumaru said tactfully: "Xiaohu's understanding of this aspect generally comes from His Highness Tsurumaru in the original main pill..."

That is to say no.

"There's me and me, look here," Cattail, who joined in the fun, raised his hand high: "Ask me, ask me!"

I turned my head mercilessly.

Where is the blade that you have been here since you were born?

"No," Tong Tianguan, who had been immersed in his work, suddenly said, "He has."

"what--"

I almost turned my head out of the afterimage: "There really is!"

—Let me be healthy!

Ten minutes later, a group of us were huddled in a room full of comics, figurines, snacks, and game consoles, waiting for the cattail to emerge from the mountain of comics.

Akita, who stayed in Honmaru theoretically for the longest time, looked blank: "I didn't even know there was this room..."

"Of course." A stupid hair emerged from the pile of comics and swayed towards our eyes: "This should be a place where a certain blade hides things. It took me a long time to find it!"

——If you can discover it, you are considered amazing.

My expression also tends to be numb.

Let me see what's there.

Just comics, on the bright side, Juvenile Jump is the decline of books. In terms of booklets, even if you don’t know Japanese, just look at the cover, you can see the sea of ​​dead flames, One Punch Man, HUNTERxHUNTER, and then there are spider bones. Aotian Slime, I am not surprised by this, but, the blue sea?Five equal weddings?More than one sister literature?Good guy, this unknown blade has a wide range of hobbies—huh?

My eyes fixed on the cover of a certain book.

A little familiar.

"What is Senshou looking at?" Akita on the side already knew the fact that I couldn't read, probably because my eyes stayed on for too long, he followed my line of sight and translated for me thoughtfully:

"Assessment of different ethnic customs girls..."

"Wow——" I covered his eyes, and his movements were so fast that I couldn't even react to the extremely short and proud speed: "It's not that book!"

"Pfft." A laugh came out, and Mr. Wutiao, with his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned against the bookshelf with a relaxed expression, "Ciaowei, come out, it's not there."

He took a few steps back, walked to a shelf full of dust, pointed upwards precisely, and stretched out his hand.

On top of the row of "Demon Slayer: Blade" booklets, in a corner that Hikaru never cared about, he randomly pulled out a copy.

On the cover, a black-haired, black-eyed man with blood splattered on half of his face, with a halo symbolizing death above his head, grinning widely, laughing ironically and rampantly.

——Chapter 90, Shibuya Incident ⑧.