Sente Eiji's Black Friday

After that day, I disappeared from the magic world.

Of course, it’s not that I don’t care about the magic world any more—on the contrary, I’m always keeping an eye on the news from the outside world through information brokers and intermediaries, especially about Shier and my little young master. of.

Because I know that Shi Er will never let Gojo Satoru go.

After I went back, I carefully reviewed the day we parted, and finally came to a conclusion—if it wasn’t for the fact that there was too much noise with Wujo Wu, which attracted the conjurer from the Zen Academy, Wujo Wu’s "no lower limit" It was too foul, Shi Er would definitely kill Gojo Satoru on the spot.

He's a very smart, very talented guy, and I've only had a couple of coaching fights with him before, and he's learned from me how to fight with tactics and traps, and not sticking to the means.

The reason why he decided to retreat temporarily must be because he saw that it would be bad for him to continue fighting, so he got out decisively to find a way to break the "no lower limit".

I have no doubt that once he finds a way, he will come back to avenge Gojo Satoru immediately.

...to take revenge on me too.

I think Gojo Satoru should also be aware of this, but at the same time I also know that he definitely doesn't care at all.

He might not even feel that Shore could find a way to beat himself at all.

... To be honest, although it is not Gojo Satoru's style to look forward and backward, be timid and fearful, but he has fought against Shier and been beaten hard, so it is better to be a little afraid? !At least don't go to the Tokyo Conjuration High School to study alone! !

I can't help but get a headache just thinking about it.

I know that no one in the Wutiao family dares to defy you now, but can you open the unlimited all day, or have you mastered the reversal technique? !With zero magic power and a physique that is equivalent to a transparent person in the eyes of a magician, if you want to kill you, it's really like playing, idiot! !

Facts have proved that Shi'er's plan is just as I expected-shortly after he separated from me, he began to be active in the dark area of ​​the magic world as a "sorcerer killer". The spell equipment is more expensive, and there is obviously a purpose in the search function for special spell equipment.

In a few years, he never missed even once, so that the conjurers gave him the name of "Heaven and Tyrant" to express their fear and hatred for him.

I have heard several rumors about him, saying that he does almost everything, including reselling magic tools, assassinating conjurers, accepting bounty missions in the black market, exorcising curse spirits...

In addition, I also heard that he is very popular in the non-magic world, and there are as many rich women who are willing to take care of him as the crucian carp in the river... Ahem, let me state in advance, I didn't specifically ask about my ex-boyfriend... Well, Anyway, that's the thing.

I just inadvertently heard some gossip in the process of gathering information.

In fact, when I heard the news, I was even very relieved, because he must have stepped out of the shadow I brought, right?At least in terms of food and clothing, he will definitely not treat himself badly.

I just don't know how his child is doing now...

After all, if I really owe anyone in this world, it's the kid.

As for Gojo Satoru?

Haha, forget it, forget it.

That brat flew up in the waves in the high school, not because I will definitely protect him.

When I don't know?He was just using this method to force me to come back to him.

Oh, how naive.

I didn't even know that in his heart, I was such a soft-hearted, bad, good person.

Although I usually look like a joking and carefree rotten good person, but ah——

Over and over again, the little flower who was supposed to grow up according to my plan and never go against me tried to control me, and even stepped over me to directly make decisions for me. Did he think that I would repeat this kind of thing? Can you bear it?

I did say that I was his knife and would remove all thorns for him, but I never said that I was a knife without thinking and only obeying orders.

In my original world, people often say that ninjas are tools, and they just need to obey the orders of their employers, and everything will be fine, but that is undoubtedly the idea that makes me scoff the most.

In my mind, a thing like a knife can not only kill evil for the master, but also cut the belly of the master who has made mistakes.

Since Gojo Satoru was young, I have tolerated him again and again——

He relied on me not to blame him, crushed my butterflies without my permission, and tried to blind me by cutting off my sources of information—for the first time.

He lured me into a meeting with Shir, took the responsibility for our failure to contact for several months, and told Shir that I would not blame him even so, and Jier insisted on hearing my answer, in order to Forcing me to give up Shier myself-this is the second time.

Now, he does not hesitate to use himself as a bait, just to make me who is the only one who knows the inside story and who cares and loves him more than anyone else worry about him, so I have to compromise, and finally return to him in order to better protect him—— — This is the third time.

Nothing but three.

No one will always pamper a person who only uses and kills his feelings.Not even me.

——What's more, Gojo Satoru is just a substitute for me after all.

How could I let a substitute slip out of my grasp again and again?

Even Konoha itself has developed to this point little by little under my [watching with my own eyes], and there has never been the slightest mistake.

So, imposing the most severe punishment on a disobedient child...

Surely you can understand me?

However, before the final curtain is drawn...

I still have one thing I can't let go of.

Fu Heihui still remembers that the sunshine of that day was the brightest in that autumn.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, he woke up from his sleep and found that the maid sister who was in charge of taking care of him in the past had disappeared.

Fu Heihui is a child with a calm personality.After he discovered this, he didn't panic. He put on his clothes in a very sensible way, and walked around the mansion.

nobody.

Not only the maid and sister, but also the housekeeper uncle, the rich aunt, the chef brother...all of them are gone.

As for his asshole dad?

That's the last person you should see at this moment.

Fu Heihui, who found himself alone, thought for a while, and decided to take a look in the garden where banquets were often held. If there were no one there, his breakfast today would probably be ruined.

Well, it doesn't matter if it's a mess, he never enjoyed this kind of thing when he was with the goddamn dad, and it would be nice to have a full meal a day.

Fortunately, he found someone in the garden.

A tall but reliable young man with a clear and handsome face, an unforgettable young man.

He had dark blue eyes that Kei knew very well.

"Oh, good morning!" The young man laughed when he saw him, and waved to him very naturally.

It was a smile that Hui had never seen on other people's faces. It was cheerful and clean, with a natural intimacy.

He came over and squatted down in an approachable way, his eyes seemed to be staring at Hui's facial features for a while, and the smile on his lips gradually became gentle: "The eyes are blue..."

For some reason, Hui felt that he seemed a little sad.

"Yeah." The polite and good boy Hui decided to comfort this strange person who made people feel good at first sight—maybe he is a guest of the rich woman and aunt, "Same as you, big brother."

"puff--"

However, I don't know which point of laughter this normal sentence hit the young man. The man who was a little sad just now burst out laughing, "Puff hahaha...you, what do you call me? Big brother?"

Fu Heihui looked at him puzzled, and nodded obediently in doubt.

That made the young man laugh even more exaggeratedly, he hugged him affectionately while laughing, and pressed his head with his big hands and rubbed him up and down: "Ahahaha, you idiot, you can't call me brother, If your parents find out, the two of us will die!"

How can anyone call others stupid as soon as they come up...

The precocious boy was cursing in his heart, but his heart felt like a bonfire was lit, warm and warm.

That may be because the young man's attitude is too intimate and natural, as if "stupid" is not a curse word, but a nickname that symbolizes intimacy and doting.

...wonderful and not annoying.No, it should be said that the feeling of being held in someone else's arms...better than imagined...

The child who lacked love since childhood unconsciously leaned into the generous and warm embrace of the young man, stretched out his small hands to grab his clothes, raised his face and stared at him seriously: "Then... what should I call you?"

And... does daddy mean the bastard daddy?

"Before asking someone else's name, children should say their own name first?" The young man said with a smile, and poked his forehead with two fingers.

"Hmm..." Xiaotuanzi, who likes to think, was persuaded, and introduced himself obediently following the young man's words: "Hi, it's the first time we meet. My name is Hui, Fu Hei Hui."

"Hey—so your name is Baa Gumijiang!"

The young man who always seems to be very happy and who can easily make others happy with him smiled again. He hugged Fukuroe and pointed at himself, "Then it's my turn! I'm the spirit of the tree——Eiji My lord!"

...So there really are adults who think that children will believe anything they say?

"It's true!" As if hearing what Fukuroe was thinking, the tree elf named Eiji snapped his fingers mysteriously, and in the next second, giant tree vines emerged from the ground of the garden, Under Fu Heihui's shocked stare, a three-headed doll with a sea urchin head was made!

That is Fu Heihui's life-sized doll!

"How is it! Isn't it amazing!" the childish adult asked happily.

The boy opened his eyes wide at first, and then calmly asked under his expectant gaze, "Are you a magician?"

"..." The young man's smile froze for a second, and then he gave a thumbs up, "No, it is indeed my son—the child that my tree elves fancy!!"

……what.

Just be happy.

Fu Heihui thought like this speechlessly, but the corners of his lips couldn't help evoking a small arc, as if he was infected by a young man whose eyes were strikingly similar to his own, and laughed together with him.

The time of that day was undoubtedly a unique treasure for Fu Heihui.

A mysterious young man of unknown origin and identity took him out for a whole day like a friend, a brother, and the kid's favorite... father.

They went to the amusement park, used the most reasonable route to play several projects, took a photo with the cute doll Mr. Bear, and ate cotton candy, ice cream, and M's parent-child meal...

like a dream.

Fu Heihui didn't feel that the young man was a big brother at all in the middle of the journey - he hoped that he was his father.

After all, that person is so interesting, knowledgeable and loving, and the arms holding him are full of strength and security, just like what Fu Heihui has seen and envied before, he will lift him above his head and let him sit on his own on the shoulders.

Compared with the rich woman and aunt who just perfunctorily helped to take care of her, and the bastard old man who sees him all day long, treats himself as a half-transparent person, and only occasionally stares into his eyes in a daze, this mysterious young man is naturally It is infinitely closer to Hui's vague imagination of words such as "family" and "father".

Who is he?

It sounds like I know the bastard daddy, and he is very familiar... Then will he come to see me often in the future?

If there is no time to come, he can walk to see him by himself.

...if he wouldn't find himself annoying.

The sensible child thought with anticipation and anxiety.

So, when the sun was setting and the number of people in the amusement park began to decrease, Fu Heihui sat on the bench, while comparing the hand shadows that the young man taught him, while suppressing the worries in his heart, using his immature childish voice He whispered, "Can we... meet again?"

The young man sitting next to him paused, then turned to look at him.

Fu Heihui held his breath and waited for his answer, but before the young man could speak, his phone rang.

It was obviously an important call, because the young man withdrew all his smiles after hearing the first sentence, and his expressionless face seemed a little cold for no reason.

But Fu Heihui only felt lost at that moment - he was a very smart kid, and he could tell from the changes in the young man's expression that his previous problems had become more or less inappropriate.

Maybe he will be sent home next... No, it's not home, it's the mansion that only belongs to rich women and aunts.

Sure enough, the young man hung up the phone and looked at him. After a short pause, he showed a soft and guilty smile as if he didn't want to infect him with bad emotions: "Hui, we—"

"I want to go home." The immature sea urchin-headed little dumpling suddenly lowered his head and interrupted him, his voice muffled.

There was no particular reason why Hui chose to interrupt the young man, he just didn't want this wonderful person to feel guilty because of him.

Why should you feel guilty for not being able to continue to be with him?

For the boy who has valued others more than himself since he was a child, today is already a day of unreal bliss that was stolen, how could he still feel dissatisfied?

He just felt a little... a little lonely.

The boy stood outside the door of the mansion, his small soft hands slowly loosened the corner of the young man's clothes, raised his small face and waved obediently to the young man: "Goodbye... the tree elf."

He managed his emotions very well, but of course the young man in front of him could see the reluctance and sadness buried in the child's eyes at a glance.

He was quiet for a while, then suddenly leaned over and hugged him.

"Sorry." He whispered in the boy's ear.

Fu Heihui didn't know why he had to apologize, but at that moment, he seemed to feel from the young man...a guilt deeper than not being able to accompany him to the amusement park.

"Eiji." So the young boy asked a little uneasy, "...Did I cause you any trouble?"

Am I... a problem?

Fuguro Eiji hugged him even harder, then pressed his shoulders, and looked into his eyes very seriously.

"How come, I don't think Hui is troublesome at all."

He put a string of small flap pendants into the child's palm, led him to fold his hands together, and said gently and firmly as if praying——

"Hui, it's a treasure bestowed on Shier by the gods."

"That bastard father?" Fu Heihui frowned cutely, disapprovingly, "He doesn't treat me as a treasure."

"Ahaha..." The young man laughed helplessly, and seemed to understand this sentence very well, "That person probably can't express his feelings well, but I believe he attaches great importance to you in his heart. Give him a moment, please?"

Fu Heihui pursed her lips, and finally couldn't help asking the question that had been suffocating in her heart: "Who the hell are you? Do you know my father?"

"Well..." The young man raised his hand and rubbed his head, the eyes that were exactly the same as his were gradually filled with trance and reminiscence, the smile on the corners of his lips was restrained a bit, but his brows and eyes were softer.

"...I should be leaving soon."

He suddenly ended the topic without warning, stood up and looked at Fu Heihui apologetically and sadly.

"Hui, the elf of the tree has done very bad and excessive things to your father before, so can you...don't tell him what happened today?"

Fu Heihui looked at him without saying a word, looking a little sad: "Can't you make up?"

"Probably not." The young man smiled wryly, and finally patted the top of the boy's hair, "Then let's make an agreement, we must not tell Daddy what happened today!"

"So what does daddy mean..." Fu Heihui finally couldn't help but complain a little.

But the young man who had already turned away did not answer him, but just raised his hand and waved at him.

——That was Megumi Fukuro's last impression of [Fukuro Eiji].

In the evening of that day, Yanshan Mountain in Tokyo was located within the enchantment of the High School of Curse Arts.

"Pfft-"

The sound of the sharp blade penetrating the gun entered the brain before the pain.

In a strange silence where everyone around was speechless due to shock, Gojo Satoru cut his eyes away from the blood-stained blade on his chest in disbelief, and looked at the people behind him with constricted pupils.

"Yo."

The black-haired man, whom he hadn't seen for several years, turned the handle lightly, and looked at him with deep cruelty and hatred engraved in his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, you really haven't improved at all, brat."

I swear.

When I decided to meet Shi'er's children, I never dreamed that things would be so coincidental that Shi'er would act at the same time on that day.

After receiving the news from the informant, I almost flew to the high school of conjuration, and felt the magic power of Wujo Wu bursting out of thin air at the foot of the mountain.

My heart sank, and the speed under my feet increased by another level, and I came to the torii gate under the foot of Gaozhuan almost like an arrow from the string. At a glance, I saw Gojo Wuzheng lying on the ground covered in blood, and beside him Shi'er is preparing to make up the knife!

"Stop it, Shir!!"

I didn't have time to think about it, and immediately summoned giant vines to separate them, and rushed to Gojo Satoru in a few steps to block him, raising my hand to draw my sword.

At that moment, the long-lost dizziness enveloped me, and I almost fell into a coma without any resistance.

It was an extremely realistic dream as if you were there.

In just a few seconds, I seemed to be back to [Senju Eiji], met familiar partners, laughed heartily with them, and even chatted with the most familiar and trusted person as I wanted...

so good.

so good……

I have been wandering in this world like a ghost for a long time, so long that once I see memories related to my hometown, I will fall into a trance completely uncontrollably.

——Until a gust of cold wind hit my face, the murderous aura so sharp that my hair stood on end made me wake up instantly, turned over to avoid the sharp point of the knife, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure opposite.

"Oh, it's a pity."

Shi'er, who has changed a lot, glanced at me, his cold green eyes radiated a chilling coldness, "I couldn't even kill you."

He is serious.

I realized this in an instant, but there was no ripple in my heart.

Shier wants to kill me and Gojo Satoru, in order to avenge the mastermind who pulled his own thread and sent him back to hell, as well as me, a heartless and ruthless accomplice-isn't this a matter of course?

There is no problem.Totally reasonable and correct.I would give my life anytime to appease his hatred.

After all, no matter which world I am in, I always know how sinful it is to give up some people for more important things.

So whenever I make a "choice", I will be prepared to be hated and retaliated at the same time.

It's the same in [this world] - as early as the moment I gave up Shier for Gojo Satoshi, I was ready to die under Shier's knife.

It's just that I have one last thing to do before I die.

"—stop it, Shir."

I stood in front of the silent snow-haired boy, and said in a low voice, "I won't let you kill him."

"is it?"

Shi Er let out a light snort as if he felt it was ridiculous, adding a touch of sarcasm to his dull expression.

"That's fine. If you get out of there, I'll stop."

I stared at him without saying a word, and I didn't speak for a long time, and naturally I didn't move at all.

That made Shi Er's expression become impatient, and he blurted out sharp sarcasm: "You are really loyal to him. What's so special about this kid? Is it because of his six eyes? Or is it because he is an omege?"

He stared at me sullenly, and before I could answer, he said in a cold tone: "But you clearly told me before that the only thing you care about is your family and your wife! If that's the case, why should I—!!"

As if he suddenly realized that he had spoken his mind, his voice stopped abruptly, and then he clicked his tongue impatiently, "Forget it, what's the point of saying this now."

...I think I know what he left to say.

I lowered my eyes without saying a word, and the boy's blue eyes, which were very similar to mine, flashed in my mind.

"I'll ask you one last time—are you going to get out of the way, or are you not going to get out of the way?"

Shi Er, who was a little out of control, finally asked me in such a vicious manner.

Ah, ah...

So when Lin died, did [I] feel this way in my heart?

Now I... seem to understand a little bit.

I tugged at the corners of my lips in a self-deprecating manner, closed my eyes hard to dispel the useless emotions, and slowly lowered my body while pressing the handle of the knife.

"It's useless to say more."

Hearing myself say so indifferently, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the man opposite with trembling lips.

"I won't show mercy."

I firmly believe that as long as I say that, Shier will never hold back from me.

Because I have noticed that when I was confronting Shier, Gojo Satoru behind me was slowly sitting up.

All the wounds on his body disappeared without a trace, as if the whole person was in high spirits, and his whole body conveyed a frenzied emotion.

And after seeing me, the madness on his face was simply even higher, his blue pupils were trembling with morbid ecstasy, he stood up and opened his arms full of emotion like an orator——

"Ahahahaha! I knew you would come! How about it, Eiji! Are you still worried about me? Sure enough, you will still choose me?! If you knew that things would turn out like this, don't leave me in the first place ah!!"

"Ding--!!"

The sound of sharp objects colliding with gold and stone resounded crisply in the air. I resisted Shier's increasingly manic slash. smile.

Ah, yes, my dear little flower, at this point, things are indeed as you expected.

Shi Er, whose attention was attracted by Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru, who seemed to be in high spirits, didn't pay attention to my side. One of them slammed my knife away with force, turned around and rushed towards each other, and the other grinned arrogantly. Mouth, still chattering obnoxiously:

"You must be very angry now, Zenyuan Shier? But unfortunately, I don't feel any anger now, I just feel that everything makes me feel very comfortable——!"

"Heh..." Shi'er's response to this was to pull out a new spell with murderous intent, and rushed towards him like a black lightning, "That's a pity, you won't be able to laugh like an idiot any longer soon Already!!"

Facing the sharply approaching knife point.

Gojo Satoru wore his uncomfortable smile as if he didn't pay attention to anything, and raised his hand as if in slow motion: "Spell reversal-no, this trick doesn't seem to be enough to kill You. Haha, do you know? Not only you want to kill me, but I also want to kill you a long time ago..."

A terrifying and ominous mantra began to condense around the boy.

I paused, and realized something in the blink of an eye, and opened my eyes wide: "Wait...!"

Of course Gojo Satoru, who had already fallen into a state of madness, would not wait. He made a specific gesture, and his pupils dilated with excitement reflected Shi Er's face: "Xu Shi——"

I suddenly turned my head to look at Shier, and the spell power all over my body soared in an instant: "The field is expanding——!"

【"-Disobedient children will be punished."】

In the dark, it seems that there are memories of the past flashing past his eyes.

Gojo Satoru, who was ready to release the spell power, was startled slightly. Before he had time to think about when and under what background it happened, Rokuku saw Eiji Fukuguro rushing desperately towards the black-haired man. The scene of holding him tightly in his arms.

...What, this is.

The son of God who had broken through himself looked at them blankly, and the moment he noticed that Fuheshier's fingertips were trembling, and was about to raise his hand to hug the young man back, he heard the sound of reason breaking.

What did Fuguro Eiji shout just now?field expanded?

Ha ha.Should it be him?It's amazing, no matter how hard I try to be called a genius, I can only look up at his back forever.

Look at the spell power around him that is stronger than his own, if he really wants to take this trick of his own, it may be no problem for him, right?

...why.

The raging anger ignited in the blink of an eye just now, Gojo Satoru's face was colder and more terrifying than ever, and the intense unwillingness and anger scorched his heart like a raging fire.

Why, why, why! !

Why at this moment, he still cares most about Fuhesher? !Why do you have to work so hard for that man? ? !

That's good, the field expands, right?In order to protect that man, he directly took out all the cards, right? !

The unprecedentedly angry young man sneered, directly adjusted his moves to the maximum output, and mercilessly blasted the terrifying spell power at the two people who were extremely obtrusive to the eyes——

"Virtual style·"茈"——! ! "

【Sense of violation】.

Six Eyes said so.

A huge roar came to his ears, but Gojo Satoru was stunned.

——Sense of violation.

The moment the mantra left his hand, an inexplicable sense of disobedience enveloped him.

Then, it only took a few tenths of a millisecond for the boy to realize it almost in horror.

——Eiji didn't expand his domain.

The moment the blue and red energy cluster blasted at him, the blue-haired young man just pushed Shier behind him, protected him firmly with the head of the dragon, but withdrew all his spell power.

All.

Not a trace remains.

Completely and completely, he exposed himself defenselessly to Gojo Satoru's strongest moves.

——Eiji, who personally chose the boy as the replacement of "The Most Precious Thing", in the end, still did not disobey Gojo Satoru.

He protected Fu Heisher, but he didn't really resist Gojo Satoru even for a second.

— by giving his own life.

After realizing this, Gojo Satoru was stunned.

The ground bombed by "Chi" is still covered with smoke and dust, but Six Eyes has sent back the picture that the boy wanted.

—— Fu Hei Ying Er was lying on the ground, silently.

……Eh?

How could... eh?

His mind was filled with intermittent short sentences, and the young man who was frightened by the scene in front of him stood still, forgetting all his reactions.

"Eiji...!"

Until the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the voice of Fuhesher came from the wind.

As if being hit on the head with a stick, Gojo Satoru shook violently, and a strong panic suddenly appeared on his face that had been blank since just now.

He staggered forward a few steps, his sky-like pupils contracted like needlepoints, reflecting the bloody face of the young man in Fu Heisher's arms.

At that moment, the surrounding space seemed to become narrow all of a sudden, and the next moment it became very empty, frighteningly empty and suffocating.

Gojo Satoru looked at the blood under Eiji's body, and suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, so that when his knees felt resistance, he realized that he had fallen to his knees at some point, and his fingertips trembled violently. caressed the man's face.

Cold and pale.

The corners of the mouth that were always smiling in the past are straight now, and even the breathing is so weak.

……breathe.

He's still breathing! !

As if the whole person came back to life again, Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly burst into a strong brilliance, and he grabbed Eiji's shoulder regardless, shaking him like crazy but extremely cautious: "Eiji? Eiji? !"

"...he can reverse the spell." A hoarse voice came from the opposite side, Gojo Satoru stared at the man with wide eyes in the confusion, and found that Fuheshier's face was as pale as a dead person, but his eyes were like his own. The light suddenly ignited, "He can reverse the spell! As long as he wakes up, he can heal himself...!!"

As if the dawn of hope appeared in front of the eyes, the two who wished to cut each other into pieces just a few seconds ago completely forgot to deal with each other at this moment, and began to try their best to wake up Fuguro Eiji's consciousness, even if it was only for a second .

Blood flowed gurglingly.

Gojo Satoru began to resent why his reversal spell couldn't work on others, and why he didn't realize earlier that Eiji Fukuro had withdrawn his spell power.

Fuhesher began to look numb.He couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment, logically speaking, Fu Hei Yingji died, and half of his revenge plan had been completed, so he should feel happy and satisfied...

Pleasure?Happy?

No, not right.

The dark-haired man stared blankly at the person in his arms.

At this moment, he was actually thinking, if Eiji died, why is he still alive?

Fortunately, before he really made up his mind, Fuguro Yingji woke up.

The blue-haired young man's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes under the surprised gaze of the two, his quiet and dim eyes swept over their faces quietly.

He saw the tears on Gojo Satoru's face, watched the boy holding his hand calmly, and swore in tears that he would never force him in any way again.

He smiled at him, then moved his blood-stained lips, and said almost inaudibly:

"The child who is disobedient...will...be punished..."

……what?

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes little by little, looking at him in disbelief like falling into an ice cave.

But Eiji turned his eyes away, and at the very end, looked at Fu Heisher.

--Feel sorry.

He looked at him quietly and said silently.

Fuheshier was stunned.

He watched the blue-haired young man gently close his eyes, and felt as if he had stopped breathing. He could only feel the bone-chilling cold for a while.

He bowed his body stiffly like a rusty machine, put his ears on the man's chest, and slowly opened his slender eyelids to the maximum. After repeated confirmations, he finally realized that there was no longer a heartbeat in that body.

he died.

Such a thought suddenly came to mind.

Immediately after—

Tears welled up from his eyes without warning.

"I love you."

He looked at Fuguro Eiji, and the confession that he thought had been replaced by hatred suddenly overflowed from his mouth.

He hugged the blue-haired young man's body that was gradually freezing, desperately and softly pressed his blue lips, and pressed them against his forehead, cold tears kept dripping down Eiji's face.

He spoke intermittently, his back trembling violently due to the sudden sorrow, and he kept repeating the same words in a hoarse voice, like a devout believer who lost his life-like god, and even his soul was torn apart by the pain.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you……"

"Do not--!!"

A heart-piercing roar suddenly exploded in my ears.

Fu Heisher raised his head in a daze, and saw Gojo Satoru, who was crying like a child, was staring at somewhere in mid-air, with astonishing anger written on his tear-stained face.

"You can't do this! You can't do this to me just to punish me—! You, you just want to go back to your own world, you just do this to get rid of us, right?!"

He didn't know what he saw with those special eyes, and suddenly stood up staggeringly, pointed at something in the air and roared fiercely: "I curse you! Fuguro Eiji, I curse your soul! I Curse you will never find your way back!!"

"You'll never—never even think about leaving this world—!!"

The boy's frantic roar echoed for a long time in the messy open space.

Fuheshier didn't know if he was crazy, or if Eiji really had a soul, and whether his soul heard it.

but.

Only this time, he hoped that Gojo Satoru was [correct].