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

Mr. Gojo may be more calm than I imagined.

It is not well known or well known that I am actually a math waste.

But I have always believed in the fact that I am a waste of mathematics, that is, people who can deal with mathematics are definitely not mediocre.

Not to mention Wujo Satoru, who used mathematics as a part of his spells and processed huge groups of information all the time.

He is far wiser than he shows, and the information he can get from the details must be much more than I imagined.

Coupled with the strongest arrogance, Gojo Satoru, there is a [-]% chance that Mr. Gojo will not come to the door so soon before he restrains his exposed emotions and even finds a reasonable breakthrough.

Unless the future development is really too dark, causing him to be directly mad, otherwise, I can barely believe that the 28-year-old Mr. Gojo is one of the few sane.

Having said so much, I just want to express——

Now, immediately, finally!

I can sleep now.

I hadn't used my brain for a long time, but under the pressure of the situation, I had to pick up the lost brain, and the result was that I felt even more tired.

After I went back to the room and cleaned it well, explored every corner, made sure that there was no danger in every place, and brought my own breath, I designated this area as a safe zone in my heart.

Then, after finally burying myself in the quilt in the safe area, even if I deliberately left a trace of vigilance in case someone came to the door, I still couldn't resist the heavy sleepiness and fell asleep.

The long-lost deep sleep has come, the balanced blood filled with golden apples, and the river of strength flowing in the blood can finally test the territory without any worries, interweave and blend, penetrate into the tissues and muscles, and then spontaneously transform into the worst that the body can bear. best mode of existence.

There is no way of knowing how much time has passed.

There are not even any changes or interruptions in the middle.

The clock freezes, the sun will not rise, and the night will not fall. In the cracks of time, I briefly touched the long-lived species' disregard for time.

A bit of a strange feeling, with fleeting fear.

When I woke up again, the complicated and complicated feeling on my body disappeared, and I was the invincible me again.

Unlike the unchanging sky, Honmaru's changes can be called huge.

The surrounding crops have been well repaired, with the uninterrupted collision of wooden knives and the low shout of Fusangshen, the catfish tails who are looking around for comparisons with a thick manuscript, and the same hangers who don’t know where they came from. With the glasses flipped out, Maeda was squatting in front of the soil to record the wavelength of spiritual energy, and by the way, there was also Dragonfly Kiri who was in serious condition and was wandering around looking for work.

—Looks like I slept a long time.

"It's been a long time, just judging from the time spent sleeping and recuperating, did you go to save the world before?"

The man with the golden rooster standing alone on the top of the eaves met my surprised gaze, and hooked the corners of his mouth meaningfully.

"Yo, Thousand Hands."

"...Mr. Gojo," I skipped his innocuous temptation and asked hesitantly, "What are you doing?"

After waking up, I heard from the Fu Sangshen that this man almost lived in the manga room full of manga, and spent all his time in the virtual world except for occasional foraging and exercising.

According to Nanwei, who occasionally went there a few times, he read the "Spell" series and "Naruto" series early on, and the rest of the time was used by him to gnaw at other stories piled up in the room.

So it is a rare thing to see him outside.

This either means that his knowledge reserve has reached the point where he needs to go out, or that he has found the key to breaking the game.

Judging by his unbelievable behavior, I am more inclined to the latter.

Under my increasingly hesitant gaze, he changed his foot complacently: "Exercise."

"?"

I closed my eyes silently and opened them. Without the kaleidoscope, the state of Sangouyu is more controllable, and I can clearly see that a certain kind of spell that is attached to Mr. Wutiao's body presents a kind of fluid at this moment. Turning around, the body far exceeding 190 is now using the sharp blade-like toe as the fulcrum, becoming a sharp and smooth arrow.

I frowned subconsciously, realizing that this setting description seemed familiar, with a hint of madness.

what is he planning

"Of course it's the way to go out." Mr. Gojo's hands were naturally hanging by his sides, thinking about adjusting his posture.

It was only then that I discovered that the hands that could issue spells were being deliberately weakened by him at this moment, and in contrast, his toes were more aggressive.

Obviously, he was making some kind of attempt, and this attempt subverted his previous habits and cognition, which made this attempt extremely difficult.

"Let me think about it... Well, the last Fuwetai must do his best and pour everything he has done so far..."

Mr. Gojo raised his dangling feet, opened them, stretched them, and straightened them.

A classic movement of classical ballet.

——Classic movements belonging to female dancers.

The reverse male dancer looked straight ahead, at the end of his line of sight was the collapsing sky and gravel, frozen time and storm.

The strongest who is no longer laughing has torn off his deliberately friendly coat, revealing the inside of blades, thorns and paranoia.

The extraordinary height and physique make this movement, which should be performed by a female dancer with a sense of lightness and flight, feel very misplaced. However, combined with his expressionless face and those piercing eyes of the sky, there is an unexpected effect. A kind of absurd beauty of contrast.

"No," I blurted out subconsciously, "Who are you imitating?"

When I said the words, I couldn't help being taken aback.

"Not bad," Mr. Gotiao, whose appearance was punctured, smiled appreciatively: "I have quite a lot of experience."

I did not respond.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I closed my eyes decisively, got rid of all interference, and grabbed the sudden flash of spiritual light and went to the depths of my memory.

Probably the influence of the previous world has not faded, and I found the source of this familiarity more easily than expected.

——Deep Sea Computer Paradise SE.RA.PH, the queen of classical ballet, Meltryllis.

Unbelievable was my first reaction.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem surprising that this game will be included in the room where comics and game consoles are piled up.

Is this why Mr. Gojo stayed for so long?

Instead of being immersed in the truth of the past and the future, it was from then on to start looking for a way to break the situation.

What he intends to imitate and reproduce——

"Palladian." When I met his gaze head-on, I firmly said a name word by word.

—— According to the legend, the guardian statue erected in the city of Troy by the goddess Athena was taken away by the enemy's strategy in the battle of Troy. Afterwards, Troy was defeated and captured.

Palladium, who is extremely powerful as the "existence that protects the city", actually declares that once it is lost, the city that is being guarded will perish.

But here, we all know that this Palladian has another meaning.

—Composite, Palladian gun.

In the Heroic Spirit system of my last world, it was a Noble Phantasm for defending the city.

It is perfect for destroying this closed fortress.

With one person as the bow and one person as the body, the spear of victory projected at a speed beyond light, the Palladium that tears time.

It has to be said that this is a very feasible attempt.

No lower limit can fully protect him from the damage caused by superluminal friction. At the same time, as the arrow being shot, he has a high-strength attack power. The torn space stretched until the entire Honmaru was separated from it.

And he himself, as a vanguard, with the speed of tearing time, can even go back in time.

But at the same time, it is not enough to have an arrow (Meltryllis), it must also have a bow (Passionlip) that stays in place.

"'Your Excellency Lilith'," I looked up, looking at Mr. Wutiao's windless white hair and those frozen blue eyes, "what do you think of me?"

The outstretched feet of 'Lilith' above the eaves drew a circle in the air and fell down. Blue and silver formed the most dangerous colors.

"I am a thousand hands—well, this should be the third time I have emphasized to you."

Under the eaves, standing on the ground, I stretched out my hands, and also imitated a bow-drawing gesture: "With a strong physique and a grip that weighs like a thousand pounds, can I be qualified to be your bow?"

"Oh?" Arrow looked coldly at the self-recommended bow and asked, "Do you think you are Passionlip?"

"Not necessarily," I smiled calmly while standing under the oppressive scrutiny, and the madness in my bones provoked uncontrollably: "Or maybe I'm BB?"

"The virus of the world?" He suddenly laughed with great interest, the blue and red pupils collided, and the strong negative emotions oppressed my eyes uncontrollably.

No less than the previous storm rose from under his feet, the tiles on the roof were shattered layer by layer, and were instantly crushed into powder by the pressure from the inside out. Palladium, who was designed to leave the city-state, stood on the side of the world, The dense fangs were exposed.

"Okay, let's try it!"

Across the road, or across the front, rear, and behind the door, the gods who guard history are silent.

The two humans intend to raise the banner of rebellion.

Subvert fate, compete with death for prey, and change a tragedy.

……

After silently reaching a consensus, Palladium's battle plan quickly unfolded. As the main planner and implementer, the unrestrained rampage and madness last time seemed to be just an illusion, and Mr. Gojo returned to his frivolous look Need a beating, go its own way and willful appearance.

And had to step into a fulfilling life.

Busy playing the game - familiarize yourself with the power principle of Meltryllis.

Busy listening to stories - absorbing my rich experience of people who have been there.

Busy sleeping - making sure every attempt is at its best.

Very healthy.

"I dare say you didn't have such good living habits before." I ate Huang Xin's sweet potato while looking at his eyes, "The dark circles under the eyes have disappeared a lot."

"Impossible, we fairy men don't have dark circles!" Mr. Wutiao dismissed the red sweet potato that was given up by everyone, and started the homework checking mode: "How is your bow learning?"

I chewed for a while.

Yes, although I once fought side by side with the archer Arash, I don't know how to bow.

"Oh—" the industrious and talented Mr. Gojo narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Aren't you still missing the target?"

"At least I can shoot the arrow," I insisted. "It only needs enough power to launch you, and you don't need to aim!"

Our original intention is to break down the barriers here, which direction to shoot is not to shoot!

"Listen to what you said," Mr. Gotiao approached in disbelief, and put that naturally beautiful face in front of me, "What if my handsome face is smashed by you!"

The tone was so natural that I couldn't tell for a while whether he really thought so or was playing tricks on purpose.

"Mr. Gojo," I resisted the urge to turn my face away, "please be normal."

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold hands and see you there.

"Want to have a fight?" Mr. Gojo, who can read my expressions very well, snapped his fingers: "Arrange!"

"Huh?" I gradually came to my senses, "It seems like we should have a fight?"

After all, the next step is a relationship between life and death entrusted to an arrow. It is also important to know each other's fighting methods and limits, and to get used to it and cooperate.

It just so happened that the injuries of both parties have been healed, and the spirit has also been nourished enough. Next, in addition to improving the details of the plan, only the proficiency and cooperation are left.

I stood up honestly.

"Oh-oh--" Cattail, who was squatting quietly watching the excitement, rushed out, "Do you want to fight, do you want to fight!"

"Gojo and Senshou?" Tong Tianguan's eyes lit up as he wiped his sweat, "Are you allowed to watch?"

And just as the words of these two blades fell, Akita, who was biting a pen and painting in pain, suddenly raised his head, and Xiaohumaru, who was carrying a vegetable basket, began to poke his head in this direction, and Dragonfly Kiri, who was carrying a ladder and laying new tiles on the roof, directly pulled most of his body down .

All the blades looked here with expectant eyes.

For a moment, I: "..."

Forget it, the sword pays off the nature of the gods.

"Okay." I checked the big naginata and big fan on my back again, and looked up: "I don't care, Mr. Gojo?"

"Same, then walk?"

"Go."

"--Great!!!"