Why aren't people raising me

"—How do you want to die?"

The emotion contained in this sentence is completely unnoticeable. It is a slightly immature child's voice, and when it is glued together with the cursed hoarse roar, there is an indescribable sense of shock, which irritates the eardrums and hurts.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie lost their words for a moment,

The originally indifferent or hostile emotions in their eyes were put away, and they almost unanimously exuded some kind of confusion. The heart seemed to miss a beat substantially. They only felt that the scene that was happening was even more shocking than the familiar one.

They forgot what to say, and even how to make their voices. They were so shocked by this scene that they seemed to stop thinking, but their senses were still receiving information mechanically.

Such a posture, such a fighting spirit.

Obviously only that one person would——!

What father and mother possessed was a spell that would surely kill them if cast successfully.

But Akashi Masaharu has never used this ability on humans. Even the curse master who occasionally encountered during missions was just knocked out by his parents. More violently, he cut off his limbs and destroyed his mobility. .

But even so, everyone doubted him involuntarily.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't want to be tied down anymore.

He found the bones in Shikigami's stomach.

Some people don't need pity and forgiveness, and the eyes of the outside world have always been erratic. As for the merits and sins that the god of death said, the other shore will liquidate—let's talk about it after death.

The curse master who was locked on the target gritted his teeth, and said every word, "I want to die, the most painless and peaceful way to die!"

Masaharu Nakahara curled his mouth, it was a smile without the slightest smile, even with a faint mockery, "This kind of condition for picking loopholes in the rules is not valid, otherwise why would I ask you?"

The power of father and mother is to cause death, there is no doubt about it.

"Since you gave up the opportunity to choose yourself, let me speak for you."

Masaharu Nakahara lowered his eyes, although it was an immature face, at this time it revealed a great pressure that could not be underestimated,

"You like the feeling of people being swallowed, then being corroded by stomach acid from the hair to the skin, and finally only the bones are left?"

This is the original treatment of Masaharu Nakahara.

This curse master is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The shikigami he controls can swallow Masaharu under the nose of the strongest. What he wants is to win in an instant. The strongest is the strongest of his own strength. Gojo Satoru is not very good at it. Protecting others, but he has never lost in single fights and one-on-one battles, which is a crushing victory.

That's why Masaharu would be outraged that the curse master had such a strong strength, but used it for killing.

Nakahara Masaharu is safe and sound by the ability of ghosts.

Because it was just spring, he was wearing a slightly thicker sweater, but at this time there were several holes.

If it wasn't for the demonization, he might have been poisoned into a coma by now, although he wouldn't really stay in the shikigami's stomach until he turned into water—the strongest would not allow so much time for the curser, but some Skin trauma is inevitable.

"What?!" Hearing the unexpected words, the curse master suddenly reacted and shouted, "Your words don't count at all! How could the mother of the curse listen to you—"

In the next second, the father and mother opened the big mouth of their abdomen and swallowed him alive.Everything happened so quickly that there was not even a blink of an eye.

It hiccupped, and then twitched violently like nausea, "Ouch! It's unpalatable!"

The mantra is about to suffer from indigestion.

"Sorry mom, thank you for your hard work."

Nakahara Masaharu was carefully placed on the cartoon bear.

When he stepped on the solid ground, he glanced at the entrance of the slide. The shikigami had lost the control of their masters, and all of them had disappeared, and they really didn't hold any children hostage. When they disappeared, they simply disappeared.

"Yuck~"

Father and mother are still vomiting, "This is the feeling of eating dirty things, vomit~!"

Its wriggling and struggling appearance is a bit pitiful, and its facial expression is also more dramatic and funny, but because it knows that it will never be hurt by such a trivial matter, it can't help being funny.

Like parents who are pompously making their children happy.

Masaharu Nakahara raised his hand and touched the slightly raised part of his stomach, who knew he had just touched it twice, and there was a curse coming from inside, "Damn it! Let me out——!" The thumping fists and feet made the curse spirit's skin undulate.

The Curser isn't dead yet.

Before Masaharu could say anything, the father and mother wisely realized what to do, "Don't worry Masaharu! He won't disturb you again!"

Its stomach groaned and deflated.

"……what have you done?"

"I sent him to my domain, where there is another piece of my body."

The father and mother do often appear from the ground or mid-air, and often only half of their bodies are exposed. Only when they are furious will they allow their huge bodies to swallow up a large amount of light.

Masaharu Nakahara was noncommittal, and suddenly heard the sound of slight footsteps in his ears.

Not so stable, it seems to be a bit staggering and uncertain, which makes Masaharu Nakahara wake up and realize that something is wrong——

"Jaji?"

A youth's call came from behind.

Gojo Satoru called him by his name for the first time.

With the same care as if afraid of breaking something.

Masaharu Nakahara's heart trembled, he turned his head and pretended to be nasty, "Why did you call me?!"

His eyes are wide open and his brows are sharply depressed, which is very similar to Chuya Zhongyuan.

Gojo Satoru unconsciously took a step forward, his body swayed a little due to the short approach, and asked softly in a dreamlike tone, "Akashi... Masaharu?"

Those gorgeous eyes of the sky trembled with shock that would shake the soul, Gojo Satoru had never shown such an expression before, his mouth opened slightly unconsciously, his brows were slightly frowned as if remembering some kind of grief .

Hearing that address, Xia Youjie looked at him suddenly, obviously he still had some doubts about the result identified by his best friend. This was the first time he met Masaharu Nakahara, and the familiar memory was awakened without any foreshadowing. Full of unreality.

"Akashi... Satoru, what are you talking about?"

But he also understood the reason for Gojo Satoru's anomaly.

He even felt that he might not be much better than Gojo Satoru, but Xia Youjie was able to maintain his sanity for the time being, although his heart was burning hot, which made him faintly hear busy sounds.

Today... he was just going out normally to solve a vicious incident...

"..." Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips tightly,

He took a breath, and then satirized, "Qiangqiang doesn't even bother to remember other people's surnames? My name is Masaharu Nakahara. My brother is Chuya Nakahara."

quibble.

What a blunt sophistry.

What an obvious sophistry.

But that was still a signal of denial.

Gojo Satoru's fingertips trembled, and the child standing next to the dark curse spirit stared straight at him, his eyes looked a little sharp when he raised his eyes, and his whole body was vigilant like thorns, and he couldn't see the shadow of Masaharu Akashi.

No, take a closer look, how similar it is...

Their eyebrows and eyes are as delicate, and the light in their pupils is as persistent and strong,

Five years is enough time for a person's demeanor to be blurred in memory, leaving only indistinct shadows. Even if there are photos as souvenirs, sometimes it feels so strange that it seems to be a past that never happened.

"Pfft, haha, hahahaha..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed,

It wasn't pure laughter, it had a slightly self-deprecating tone, revealing almost imperceptible madness and madness,

He smiled and bent his back slightly, pressing a little bit of bitterness into the shadow between his brows.

"What, ha, what...!"

The white-haired young man's smile contained unknown emotions, and his eyes, not covered by pure black sunglasses, just stared at Masaharu Nakahara. The curvature of his lips was not pure pleasure, but felt a little bit for his previous guess and attitude. Ridiculous and funny,

"I, I actually think you are his continuation." Gojo Satoru's breath was uneven, "Masaharu, why didn't I find out?"

——They are obviously one person.

Masaharu Nakahara is Masaharu Akashi.

"What?" Yazhi looked at him in fear.

"The way you call mom, hahahaha, the way you call mom really hasn't changed from the beginning to the end."

Masaharu Akashi's way of summoning the magic spirit is actually a bit of a second-guess and shameful in the eyes of many people. Who can imagine a human being calling his mother to a magic spirit, and even commanding like this in normal battles, but he read it very calmly , Certain tones and transitions are very easy to affect emotions, so they are used to it after going back and forth.

But it is inevitable that he will be complained in his spare time. Xia Youjie once said, "Don't you give your father and mother different names? It's like how I manipulate the curse spirit."

"It's okay." Masaharu Akashi replied at the time, "It will only respond when I call it mother, otherwise it will be so sad that the sky will fall."

"Besides, she was originally my mother. This is a super cursed wraith who only recognizes me as my father and mother."

Just a title.

Just a habit of fighting.

It was enough to expose his true identity.

Gojo Satoru straightened his waist, put away the expression on his face, and his breathing became almost inaudible again, as if he had finally sorted out the current situation,

Xia Youjie on the side kept watching him from the corner of his eye, and asked after he calmed down,

"Wu, explain to me..."

Although Gojo Satoru's name was called, Xia Youjie kept his eyes on Masaharu Nakahara, "Who is this child?"

"Ah, this." Gojo Satoru grinned his lips, and his smile was as flamboyant as ever, but with a little more clarity and sincere excitement, "Isn't it obvious, Jie, isn't it very similar?"

They didn't say who they looked like, but they all knew who they were referring to.

Gojo Satoru continued, "Masaharu Akashi, why did you..."

"Ahhh, don't call me Masaharu Akashi!" Masaharu Nakahara's scalp was about to explode. His disguise was too much of a failure, and he was exposed as soon as he touched him. Now he scratches his hair and wants to jump, "Gojo Satoru, let's talk I’ll take a taxi and go back.”

He glanced in the direction of Shinigami without any trace, "I'll be really angry if you dare to call me Akashi."

"Why deny it?" Xia Youjie stood beside Wu, their heights were almost the same, which also reminded Yazhi that the self who used to stand side by side with them was long gone.

"Why not deny it?" Masaharu Nakahara glanced at Darryl again. He couldn't figure out why the god of death was silent at this time, but his heart had already lost his mind. "Don't call me by other people's names inexplicably." .”

"Inexplicable?" Xia Youjie repeated the description in a low voice. His eyes had black shadows, and there was an unconcealable tiredness and melancholy in his eyes. "Do you think we are inexplicable?"

He has never met Masaharu Nakahara, and he doesn't know how Masaharu Nakahara got on line with his father and mother.

He didn't receive the same intuitive impact as Gojo Satoru. After all, he didn't know what Nakahara Masaharu looked like at first. What if this child had already learned Akashi Masaharu's fighting style?What if father and mother only respond to a child calling its mother?

But father and mother... Will they admit their mistakes?

Xia Youjie believed in his intuition and judgment more than those external factors.

So he also asked in a trembling voice that surprised him, "Yazhi...how did you become like this?"

With the body of a child, he stood in front of them healthy and flamboyant.

Masaharu Nakahara said sullenly, "I'm not."

Gojo Satoru pointed to his father and mother who were stuck in silence, "Then what's going on with you and it?"

The curse spirit who was pointed at trembled, "I'm not! I'm not! I'm wholehearted in Yazhi!"

"..."

Damn, there is no room for sophistry at all.

Masaharu Nakahara choked up,

Then, he began to cheat, "Don't call me Masaharu Akashi."

This sentence was said with a subtle weakness, as if the child was acting like a baby to someone close to him, which made Masaharu Nakahara realize that he had softened his heart unconsciously under the pressure of the two people.

"why?"

"You can guess the reason, what does it look like to call me Akashi?"

Masaharu Nakahara spoke ambiguously, with complete seriousness in his eyes. Seeing that the two were still a little puzzled, he was so excited that he clasped his hands together, "I said, don't call me Masaharu Akashi!"

"Understand?"

"You call me Masaharu Akashi, I won't answer."

"I'm going to hide, where none of you can find me."

"Pfft..." Gojo Gojo laughed even more happily, "Who did you learn from?"

an instant.

The white-haired youth appeared in front of Masaharu Nakahara at a speed comparable to teleportation, and there was no obstacle between them, so the strongest shortened the distance between them in an instant.

Before Masaharu Nakahara could recover, his waist and abdomen were scooped up by a powerful arm, and his whole body flew into the air.

He was embraced by Gojo Satoru, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they bumped into each other. The momentum made both of them take a few steps back, and the air current entangled their hair. Slow motion is even slower.

It was a hug that took one's breath away. Nakahara Masaharu subconsciously wrapped his arms around Gojo Satoru's neck to stabilize his balance. The other party stuck his head around his neck and pressed him against the protruding ears of the cartoon bear.

There was an indescribable muffled sound.

"Enlightenment!"

Masaharu Nakahara didn't feel any pain.but--

"You're fucking dead!"

It's like complaining, but it doesn't mean to blame.

He didn't know how to react, so he could only pat the young man on the back bluffing, "Don't you see how big you are."

It's too bad to hug under such a poor shape!

But Wujo Satoru didn't care about such details at all. His chest was trembling slightly, and a hoarse laughter was still suppressed in his throat. After overwhelming ecstasy, he realized that the person in front of him really came back in another form.

It was a blunt pain, and his arms holding Masaharu Nakahara tightened irresistibly, but at the end of the laugh, there was an indistinct vibrato.

— as if weeping.

How could it be Akashi Masaharu?

How did he find out it was Akashi Masaharu?

If Masaharu Akashi hadn't died, he wouldn't be what he is now.

He may have been dressed in suits and leather shoes, and he may still be so elegant and modest.

Gojo Satoru believed for sure that Nakahara Masaharu—the clue connected to Akashi Masaharu was just a clue—the white-haired child just made his memory come alive, not let his memory continue.

But now, after he thinks that everything is an established fact, after he believes that Masaharu Nakahara was only born with Masaharu Akashi's genes——

The world told him they were meant to be one.

Gojo Satoru took a breath, and once again felt that his breathing rate became unstable and uncontrollable.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The strongest only takes a second to adjust back.

Masaharu Nakahara paused just as he was about to struggle.

The young man didn't have a lower limit, so their skins stuck together without hindrance.

That is the temperature of life,

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned for a moment, and finally just said softly, "...if you cry again at this age, you won't be able to provoke a bunch of people to comfort you like a child."

I don't know if this can be called harsh.

Gojo Satoru raised his face.

The tears were not obvious, but his eyes were obviously much moister, "Are you trying to say that your age is just right?"

Masaharu Nakahara grinned silently.

"Also, who did you learn your choking temper from?"

"It has nothing to do with you anyway."

"There is a set of bad words."

"..."

……

It's completely... people don't know what to do.

Masaharu Nakahara lowered his eyes, and the hand he hung in the air on Gojo Satoru's shoulder trembled slightly, he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or nervousness,

Doesn't he want to recognize them?

Masaharu Nakahara is a bit self-defeating,

He is familiar with his father and mother, and he can answer any questions they have with ease. From the very beginning, his reaction is not that of a child who knows nothing about the magic world. Apart from verbal negation, his body is not the same. Resist any contact.

Doesn't he want to recognize them!

Yazhi looked at Darryl again, only to see Reaper squatting on the pillar with his legs curled up, resting his chin on one hand, looking contentedly watching the play,

"...?" Masaharu Nakahara's newly brewed emotions suddenly collapsed.

He was revealing his identity, why did Darryl seem to not care about it at all, but instead watched it with great enthusiasm?

"How could they recognize you so easily?" Darryl was attracted by this wonderful scene, and said enthusiastically, "You didn't say anything, you didn't say a word of admission."

She pondered to herself, "Just because of the curse spirit?"

"So sloppy."

"Gojo Satoru originally wanted to recognize you as his son?"

"You humans are really hard to understand."

Human... difficult to understand?

Masaharu Nakahara thought slowly,

Did he not break any agreement?

- Don't let others know that you are reincarnated.

Has this agreement not been broken?

Masaharu Nakahara looked at Gojo Satoru's face, then at Xia Youjie who was approaching this way,

These two...don't be his reincarnation? !

Turning his thoughts here, Xia Youjie finally walked in front of him,

Because sitting on the ear of the cartoon bear, Masaharu Nakahara's perspective is subtly equal to them,

Facing the fiery eyes of the two, he knew for the first time what it was like to have nothing to hide from.

"Masaharu Masaharu, right?" Xia Youjie was the first to accept this title, "It's all the same, it doesn't matter."

...doesn't matter?

His attitude was so wrong.

Compared with Wujo Satoru, Xia Youjie has an obvious sense of separation, as if his body and emotion are independent of each other and resist each other.

Masaharu Nakahara smelled the urgency of a sword being drawn.

He raised his eyes, and suddenly found that Xia Youjie's eyes were filled with indescribable sadness, and Wujo Wu, who was still laughing just now, seemed to have ended the time of letting himself go, and devoted himself to another level of state.

"Masaharu." The black-haired young man called out, "Who made you like this?"

Masaharu Nakahara was taken aback,

Xia Youjie's breath was heavy and depressing. He seemed to be desperately suppressing his anger. He looked at Masaharu Nakahara with deep sorrow, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the malice of human beings. Forcibly stuffed into this container?"

……Um?

Um? ?

"Or some other spell?"

"..."

"Wu, did you see anything?"

"Nothing, he's completely normal."

Nakahara Masaharu accepted their scrutiny in a daze,

Oh!

It dawned on him,

These two guys wouldn't have given him a nonsensical and reasonable setting—they were in the magic world, so they knew that there were many unrecorded spells in the world, and the way of thinking would also be towards the magic spell. Lean on it.

If Nakahara Masaharu is Akashi Masaharu, it is not because Akashi Masaharu was reincarnated, but because his soul was summoned after his death and cast on a useful body.

"This actually... makes sense at all." Masaharu Nakahara couldn't help murmuring.

"what?"

"I say……"

Nakahara Masaharu stood up,

So at this moment, he turned into looking down at the two of them slightly,

"Your brains are flooded!"

"I don't even know the so-called steamed buns!"

"What container, I...!"

"Manipulated by someone?" Xia Youjie suddenly asked thoughtfully, "Is it marked on him?"

Casting spells generally requires prerequisites, such as drawing and writing.

And the success of the spell sometimes shows weird signs, such as the father and mother who are possessed by the double-faced Nuo, when the curse king appears, he will open abrupt eyes on the father's cheek, and some people who have been cursed will have a dark spot on the forehead. Patterns emerge.

These two...

Masaharu Nakahara opened his eyes wide,

These two people did not believe that he was resurrected freely!

So compared to the joy of reunion, they were more immersed in the grief of his death.

They thought that someone was playing with the dead. They thought that Akashi Masaharu was forced to become Nakahara Masaharu with unspeakable taboos, so they had to refuse to admit it under their persecution.

"But I can't see it." Gojo Satoru said, "Masaharu, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Masaharu Nakahara: "...my heart is hurting right now."

It hurts to be choked by your brain circuits.

"Heart?" But Gojo Satoru took it seriously, and was still a little anxious, "Let me see."

Nakahara Masaharu reluctantly lifted off the tattered sweater and showed him the intact chest, "There is no mark. Although I can't tell the truth, the truth is different from what you imagined."

Stop self-abuse...

"..."

For a long while, no one responded.

Nakahara Masaharu looked at them, and was suddenly picked up by Gojo Satoru again,

"Well, it's not an illusion."

The white-haired youth said seriously,

"Masaharu, why don't you change your name."

Masaharu Nakahara looked confused, "Change your name?"

But seeing this unscrupulous junior in high school suddenly laughed a little nastyly, "Change your name to Fat Zhi—!"

"Hahahahahaha..."