Why aren't people raising me

Gojo Satoru was the first to learn about Natsume Masaharu being unable to see Natsume Masaharu from Xia Youjie.

That day, the other party rushed to the college, and the curse spirit stirred up a wave of dust when it fell to the ground. Yidizhi Jiegao opened his mouth wide in shock, "Curse, the curse master, broke into the college without a word?"

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to greet him jokingly, he could clearly see the dignified expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" He put away his smile, feeling bad.

Because the things that can make Xia Youjie feel troublesome must be important things that he can't solve.

"I can't find Yazhi."

Wujo Wu opened his eyes wide, took off his sunglasses, and carefully looked around Xia Youjie's body.

"He didn't follow me, right? The phone was taken away, but there wasn't a single message. I didn't see anyone when the phone disappeared." Xia Youjie sat on the mantra and signaled Gojo Wu to come up, "Let's go to Yayuan .”

Wujo Wutiao appeared on the curse spirit in a blink of an eye, and the students below him stared at this scene with wide eyes, "Hey, hey? Just leave like this?"

"Anyway, it's useless even if you report to the higher authorities." Gojo Satoru raised two fingers and compared it from his forehead, "so just say it."

They received a message from Natsume Masaharu on the way, which made them feel a little relieved, but then came another bad news.

Natsume Masaharu was too weak to leave Yahara because of people's forgetfulness and complete transformation into a mountain god.

They sat in the mountains and forests, unable to see or hear anything, but there were messages coming from their mobile phones.

——Natsume Masaharu was talking to them.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie didn't show it on their faces, but they felt unspeakable sadness and weirdness, as well as strong anxiety and self-doubt in their hearts.

Is there anyone by my side?

Does Masaharu Natsume exist?

This idea will linger in their minds from time to time because of their friends' inability to see, hear, or touch.

——Natsume Masaharu will disappear.

As long as I think of such a future, I am so anxious that I can hardly fall asleep, so I can only get up and work late at night.

"I cannot allow this to happen."

In the outside world that Natsume Masaharu doesn't know, Xia Youjie said to Gojo Satoru, "I will try any method, if there is no way, I will find a way, if I don't do anything..."

Isn't that just watching Yazhi die again?

"I think so too." Gojo Satoru squeezed his fingers, "For monsters, we should find professionals."

The people of the Panxing Cult were forced to believe in a new object. Gojo Satoru directly ordered the members of the Gojo family to have one more rule of worshiping the mountain god. Everything they did had effects, but they couldn't achieve the effect they wanted.

"I feel that although the body is a little more solid, we still can't see you." Gojo Satoru carefully observed Natsume Masaharu's body, "Is it because those guys are not sincere enough? They only made superficial efforts?"

Natsume Masaharu sent them a message, but they couldn't hear his voice, so they couldn't judge their emotions by their tone.

[very good already. ]

[Without you, my body would gradually shrink, and in the end it might only be as big as a palm. ]

"How big is your palm?"

This sentence was somewhat beyond their cognition, and it also made them realize more clearly that Natsume Masaharu is not a human being, but a monster.

Gojo Satoru even went to the Chang Clan, an expert on monsters, but after the young patriarch knew his intention, there seemed to be some inexplicable and complicated meaning in his eyes.

"There is no way."

"It's incredible that you can see him. His current demon power is strong, and he has not weakened to death. Among monsters, he is very healthy."

"There is nothing wrong with his condition, how could we treat him like a patient."

"Now...it's just that everything is back on track."

Everything is back on track.

The monster has completely transformed into a mountain god, who needs to protect his birthplace, and the humans he met in another world can no longer interact with him.

Since there is no other way, we can only be forced to accept the reality.

Although I can't see it, at least Natsume Masaharu will never disappear. As long as there is one human being in the world who remembers him, the god will not disappear. Both Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie have absolute awareness and confidence, and I will be with everyone A god who can only meet in dreams.

This is also very good.

People need to be content.

And silent forgetting they did not notice.

Because that's the memory playing tricks, the brain playing tricks on you.

……

People can't remember what they have forgotten, but they can realize that they have forgotten something.

Gojo Satoru has always felt this way recently. From time to time, he feels that time has become more abundant, but he can’t tell where the time is free. He is just in the middle of doing something in a hurry, and he will suddenly reflect on why he is so eager. After all, he doesn’t need it. What appointment to go to.

Going to an appointment...?

Gojo Satoru pinched his chin and pondered, whose appointment to go to.

He doesn't seem to have any friends to meet.

Is it an illusion that you have been too busy recently?

"Mr. Gojo, haven't you been to Yahara recently?"

Until Yidizhi Jiegao suddenly asked him this one day.

"Yahara? What am I going to do there?" Gojo Gojo asked without thinking.

Yidizhi Jiegao looked at him strangely, "...you used to go there to rest all the time."

I go to Yahara to rest?

Gojo Satoru meditates,

It seems to have some impressions, but what did he go to Yayuan for?There is a remote village that almost no one cares about.

Thinking back carefully, Gojo Satoru found that he even set a teleportation mark there.

When he reached the inaccessible mountain forest through the imprint, an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously. He was about to go to a place, but he forgot where he was going while walking.

It seems to be going to someone's house.

Whose home can be in the mountains?

Six Eyes didn't catch any suspicious information, it stands to reason that he should leave without hesitation, but Gojo Satoru was reluctant to leave here for a long time.

...Why?

Who is he waiting for?

The doubts that could not find the answer were pressed in his heart, and what made him realize that there might be something wrong with him was the irritability and complaints of his father and mother.

"Liar, liar, liar!" Curse Spirit almost burst into tears, "Human beings are all liars, you hateful bastard, why didn't you take me to Yazhi—!"

"...Masaharu?" Gojo Gojo tilted his head, "Hasn't Masaharu already..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.

The gorgeous pupils of the sky widened in shock, Gojo Satoru hurried back, took two steps but didn't know where he was going to find whom, his aura sank suddenly, and suddenly appeared in front of his father and mother, grabbing him with one hand. The position where the shoulders and neck of the other party meet is not a deadly neck, nor is it a shoulder that represents intimacy, but a subtle, restrictive position.

"What are you talking about Yazhi?"

The strongest pressure was pressed on the most cursed body of the era, and the father and mother bared their teeth and growled at him, "You clearly said that if I kill that disgusting guy, you will take me to see Yazhi!"

"But you evade it once or twice, again and again, you liar!"

"Where did you hide Masaharu—"

"I also want to know where he is!" Gojo Satoru inserted one hand into his hair and clasped his head tightly, "I have a problem...I'll go find Nitro!"

What kind of injury can the one who can use the reversal technique without interruption, and what kind of tricks can succeed in his ignorance, so Gojo Satoru's words are a bit like an excuse for panic, but they can't evade anyone.

Why did he say such conditions to his father and mother?

Hasn't Akashi Masaharu already...!

On the first night of the stalemate with the curse spirit, Gojo Satoru had a dream.

But in the dream he thought he was in reality.

He found out what Masaji was doing with his phone, so he snatched it angrily and asked him, "What are you doing?"

The pink-eyed boy pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word,

Yes, he could see Natsume Masaharu's figure in the dream, but he didn't realize this was abnormal.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the screen, and the deletion progress was showing at 20%, "Natsume Masaharu, why do you make the decision for me! Then how will I find you in the future—"

His emotions are biased towards the extreme of fear, "You are making us forget you!"

Natsume Masaharu said to him, "But you have begun to forget."

"I can find a way to remember." Gojo Satoru even wanted to fight him to see what was going on in his head, "Even if I don't remember, I can get to know you again, anyway, you are Masaharu, I just need to write a diary, Let the machine retain the traces of our relationship, and forgetting is not a terrible thing."

"And don't you know a big monster who can manage memory, just let him use his ability on us..."

"..."

Natsume Masaharu stared at him silently, so Gojo Satoru knew what he meant,

"You just don't do that, do you?"

"A large-scale tampering with memory will leave uncontrollable sequelae. For me, there is no need for that."

"Isn't that necessary?" Gojo Goki laughed, "I said it was necessary, Masaharu, this scene is too weird, you are pushing us to the day of breaking up."

Natsume Masaharu's face was blurred, "Because...you are obviously in so much pain."

"For you, the process of forgetting is a burden, a torture you shouldn't have to endure." Natsume Masaharu's voice was dull and obscure, "Just let it go, and it will be easy."

"Damn it, put it down! Masaharu, letting go is way too much than it is now."

Gojo Satoru clenched his fingertips, "But fortunately..." Fortunately, I discovered your intention.

"But..." Natsume Masaharu laughed in the dream, "You have already forgotten."

……

All images are pulling away, even the memory, against the wishes of its owner, trying to "get everything back on track".

After waking up from the dream, Gojo Gojo stared at the ceiling in a daze. He remembered that he seemed to be refusing to resist something just now, accompanied by a little bit of anger and fear... Fear?Somewhat funny.He seemed to have experienced an unwilling farewell, as if seeing someone for the last time, and his heart was so empty and sour that he wanted to find something to vent.

……why?

Just at this time, Gojo Satoru sensed the aura of his father and mother. The other party came at night, and the most sinister preparation for a sneak attack was the strongest.

Gojo Satoru couldn't arouse the slightest interest, waiting for the curse spirit to show up and attack him with malice, his slightly downcast eyes were filled with coldness.

But after the time he calculated, when the curse spirit was exposed due to impatience, nothing happened.

Gojo Satoru was a little surprised. In the next second, there was a bang above his head, and the whole building collapsed.

The father and mother screamed viciously from the open space outside, "Garbage! Liar! Your house was demolished! Let you sleep on the street! Garbage! Scum! I'm so pissed—!"

Gojo Satoru, who was unharmed, stood behind him, and suddenly laughed tremblingly.

"what……"