Simultaneous time travel: From Japanese comics to American comics

The world of spells.

An abandoned park.

A sudden heavy rain trapped Chu Yang here who had just completed his commission. He looked at the dark clouds with a gloomy expression.

Five special magic spirits!

He killed five special-level curse spirits this month!

Appalling record!

It can be said that except for Gojo Satoru, no one performed more amazingly than Chu Yang.

He has also become the most discussed conjurer in Tokyo.

With such terrifying strength, he should have been promoted to a special magician long ago.

But……

There was no news from the high school, and Chu Yang was still only a first-level conjurer.

The patter of rain unknowingly soothed Chu Yang's emotions, "I thought that after becoming a special-level conjurer, I would be able to access the Su Nuo fingers sealed by the Conjuration High School, but now it seems that I have to find another way. "

"Sure enough, things never go as smoothly as planned."

After the rain subsided a little, Chu Yang breathed a long sigh of relief and walked slowly into the rain curtain.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Why are you here alone in the rain? You look so lonely. Could it be that you're falling out of love?"

Just when Chu Yang was frowning, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared and looked at him with a mean smile.

The raindrops falling all over Gojou Satoru's body will be bounced away by the invisible film. Therefore, even if he is standing in the heavy rain, no part of his body is wet.

"Since you know I'm in a bad mood, you should speak quickly if you have anything to say, and let go of farts if you have any."

Chu Yang waved his hands impatiently, as if he was shooing away flies.

"Those old men want to invite you to become a teacher at the Conjuring College."

Gojo Satoru grinned.

"So that's the reason..."

Chu Yang stopped, with a hint of ridicule on his lips, "A conjurer who became a monk on the way, is neither from a high school nor from an aristocratic family, so he is not qualified to become a special class. Do you want to brand me as a conjurer?"

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared, he put his hands around the back of his head and stretched, "That's probably what it means. I have to say that after so many years, their ideas and work style have really not changed, which is annoying."

Chu Yang was not the only one who hated the current situation in the magic world. Gojo Satoru was even more disgusted than Chu Yang, but he chose different methods to solve the problem.

Gojo Satoru wants to cultivate more outstanding young people and let them grow up to replace the decayed senior officials.

This is a very time-consuming and energy-consuming method.

Given time, it might really bring about a new world of magic.

Chu Yang didn't have the patience. He chose to kill those people directly, and the man in front of him would definitely stop him.

"Senior, you have to know that the time spent teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions. This cannot be compensated by the teacher's salary."

"Don't always worry about money. Your savings are enough to buy a building in Tokyo now, right?"

"It's just a small goal accomplished."

"How many small goals do you want?"

Gojo Satoru started counting with his fingers.

Chu Yang held his hand, shook his head and said, "I really don't know much about the teaching profession..."

Gojo Satoru held his hand in turn and solemnly said: "There is a generous subsidy!"

Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression awe-inspiring, "My childhood ideal was to become a respected people's teacher!"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"I didn't know you had such a great dream. It seems I still don't know you well enough, little Yangyang."

"Can you please stop calling me that? It will make me hate you even more, senior!"

Gojo Satoru coughed twice and said with a smile: "Then let's get down to business. You are now a teacher in a high school. I will ask someone to prepare a teacher's certificate for you later, but before that, you need to go on a business trip."

Chu Yang frowned, "Is there any subsidy?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, "Of course!"

Chu Yang's brows suddenly relaxed and he showed a kind smile, "Business trips are a good thing. You can make more arrangements in the future."

Gojo Satoru wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called subsidy was actually paid out of his own pocket. How could the old men at the Conjuration College give Chu Yang such good benefits.

But it won’t work if you don’t give it.

Gojo Satoru knew that if Chu Yang did not join the college, the possibility of him being promoted to a special magician would be almost zero. In the long run, he might choose the opposite path.

This has happened many times in the history of magic.

Gojo Satoru, who had lost his best friend, really didn't want to see another genius turn against him.

"Where are you going on a business trip?"

"Miyagi Prefecture Sugizawa No. 3 High School."

…

night.

Chu Yang took a taxi to Sugizawa No. 3 High School in Miyagi Prefecture, 300 kilometers away from Tokyo.

Taxi fares are included in the subsidy and will be reimbursed by Gojo Satoru.

Accompanying him was a freshman from the Conjuring College.

After getting off the bus, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless students beside him, and then at the familiar middle school in front of him.

Has the plot officially begun?

"Didn't Gojo-senpai tell you where the things are?"

"Shutters near the school."

"Are you an idiot? You put it in a place like that?"

"I think so too."

While the two were complaining, they found the shutter box where Su Nuo's fingers were stored, and there was still a strong smell of curse on it.

Chu Yang knew there was nothing in it.

Fushiguro Megumi opened the louvered box. It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything. He reached in and felt around for a long time but didn't feel anything.

Fushiguro Megumi's face changed, and he put his head in directly, like a maggot, and cocooned for a long time, then withdrew and looked at Chu Yang with a sad face, "Teacher, the thing is gone!"

Chu Yang calmly took out his mobile phone and called Gojo Satoru. He didn't mention the missing finger of Sukuna, but directly scolded him.

After scolding, it seemed that all the pressure was released, and Chu Yang stretched comfortably.

Fushiguro Megumi was stunned.

Although he was not polite to Gojo Satoru, he was not as polite as Chu Yang.

"Hahaha, don't mind it, this is how we get along. He is always weird about it, and it's hard to find a chance to vent."

Fushiguro Megumi swallowed dryly.

"Let's go, don't stand here, the cursed object was probably picked up by the students of the school, let's go to the school to have a look."

Chu Yang put away his phone and walked towards the school.

"If it was picked up by the students, then they may have taken the cursed object home, there is no point for us to go to the school."

"That thing looks scary, who would take it home? It should be left in the classroom, such as the supernatural research department..."

Fushiguro Megumi was full of black lines, always feeling that the teacher in front of him exuded the same unreliable aura as Gojo Satoru.

Half an hour later.

The two stood in front of a classroom.

[Paranormal Research Society]

The classroom exuded a strong curse.

"No way?"

"The seal is intact but it can't cover the smell of this curse, it's really about to lose its effect." Chu Yang took Fushiguro Megumi to search the classroom and found Sukuna's finger. The wooden box that sealed the finger disappeared, leaving only the finger wrapped in the shroud.

Tomorrow night, the two seniors of Yuji Itadori who are looking for death will open the seal of the finger, attracting countless curses.

Chu Yang took the finger away in advance, and it is unknown what Yuji Itadori's future will be like.

"Such a dangerous thing is actually placed in the classroom. If we come later, this school may be in big trouble."

Fushiguro Megumi was still frightened. He watched Chu Yang silently put away the finger. He hesitated a little. Gojo Satoru had told him to take the Sukuna finger back personally.

The person in front of him is also a teacher of Jujutsu High School, and the person entrusted by Gojo teacher.

Should be reliable, right?

Fushiguro Megumi thought to himself and exhaled hard.

"Fushiguro classmate, I have something else to do, so I won't go back to the high school with you. Take a taxi back by yourself. Remember to ask Gojo senior to reimburse the expenses."

Chu Yang, who got the finger, said goodbye to Fushiguro Megumi with a smile.

Fushiguro Megumi looked at his back as he left, and always felt that something was wrong, so he took out his mobile phone and called Gojo Satoru.

"That strange teacher took Sukuna's finger and left. Is that okay?"

"Don't worry."

"It's not that I'm suspicious. I always feel that teacher is weird."

"What I mean is that I'm here, so no matter what happens, don't worry."

"Huh?"

Before hanging up the phone, Fushiguro Megumi felt a huge curse approaching.

"Is he in a hurry to come here because he was scolded?"

Fushiguro Megumi had a strange expression.

A bright light streaked across the dark night sky.

Chu Yang had just torn off the shroud on Sukuna's finger when he saw Gojo Satoru falling from the sky.

"Hahaha, you do things properly. I heard that something was missing and thought something was wrong."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and laughed, his eyes focused on the bare finger.

He was stunned for a moment.

Chu Yang laughed dryly.

"The seal is so badly damaged?"

"The guys in the logistics department told me that it was well preserved."

"If you don't know, you would think you destroyed the seal..."

After a few jokes, Gojo Satoru found that the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became awkward.

He smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.

"No way, little Yangyang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yang put Sukuna's finger into his mouth with lightning speed and burped with satisfaction.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

The late Fushiguro Megumi happened to see this scene, and his eyes widened immediately, shouting: "Teacher, you can't eat that, you will die!"

The terrifying curse power continued to expand with Fushiguro Megumi's reminder, forming a storm with Chu Yang as the center and raging around.

"Why do you do this?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang with a complicated expression, and he didn't understand his behavior at all.

It's a pity that Chu Yang couldn't answer him.

After eating Sukuna's finger, Chu Yang's consciousness fell into silence.

In a space filled with fog.

Sukuna, who had just regained consciousness, was very excited because he felt the host's talent.

If he could take this body, he could be stronger than he was a thousand years ago.

Sukuna excitedly laughed up to the sky, and the rampant laughter echoed in the dark space.

But.

As time passed, Sukuna gradually felt something was wrong.

He could not change this space at will according to his will. Logically, he was the master here.

This mysterious space at the moment did not seem to be the host's consciousness...

The surrounding fog suddenly dissipated.

A majestic palace stood in front of Sukuna.

He was stunned.

The magnificence of the palace was beyond his cognition.

Unconsciously, Su Nuo slowly stepped onto the steps in front of the palace.

There was a man standing in front of the palace door.

Su Nuo recognized the other person as the owner of this body.

"Is this a world you created?"

Su Nuo was a little amazed at the other party's imagination.

"No, but to be honest, I'm surprised you're here."

Chu Yang held two swords and stood at the top of the steps, condescending.

"You have many secrets. If I kill you, everything will belong to me."

Su Nuo formed a seal on his chest, and the power of the spell exploded instantly. A huge shrine appeared behind him, confronting the palace behind Chu Yang in the distance.

"The domain expands, and the demon-suppressing shrine appears."

Su Nuo's territory continues to expand, as if he wants to swallow everything around him.

But when the domain spread to Chu Yang's feet, it suddenly stopped and could no longer move forward.

Su Nuo's expression changed drastically.

"This is our world and your field has no role here."

There were sounds coming from all directions.

Su Nuo looked around and saw many people wearing completely different clothes, but who looked very similar to Chu Yang.

"The taste of these people's souls is exactly the same. They...are the same person!"

As the King of Curses, Su Nuo is extremely sensitive to souls, and he discovered Chu Yang's secret immediately.

How could one person's soul split into so many powerful souls?

This is completely impossible to happen.

"How did you do that?!"

"Is this your birth technique?!"

Su Nuo raised his head in shock, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He was going to master this ability!

"Hey, he doesn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter."

Magic Chu Yang clicked his tongue in surprise, thinking that he was indeed Mr. Su Nuo. Under this situation, his face was filled with the expression of wanting to fight.

"I'll try to get rid of him as quickly as possible."

Chu Yang, the curser, was about to take action but was stopped by Chu Yang, the god of death.

"I'll do it."

Death God Chu Yang stepped down the stairs.

"It can be considered a professional counterpart."

Pirate Chu Yang crossed his arms and looked like he was watching the fun.

Su Nuo watched the Death God Chu Yang warily. This guy in black robes exuded a strange feeling.

Faintly suppressing myself.

As the God of Death Chu Yang gets closer and closer to Su Nuo, the restless uneasiness drives Su Nuo crazy.

He could no longer remain calm, like a driven beast.

Su Nuo boldly attacked Chu Yang, the God of Death.

The God of Death, Chu Yang, used his ghost method.

A circular light array suddenly appeared at Su Nuo's feet.

A second later, golden thunder burst out, drowning Su Nuo in the light array.

"Ahhhhh!"

Su Nuo let out a heartbreaking cry.

The ghost path has a special effect on living beings like him.

Not to mention Su Nuo, who was only one-twentieth of his original strength, even Su Nuo in his heyday had only one ending when he met Chu Yang, who was the god of death.

Su Nuo, whose domain was suppressed, could not hold out for long in the hands of Death God Chu Yang, and soon fell into a state of near death.

There are still nineteen other fingers, so he won't die completely.

But the humiliation suffered at this moment was more painful for Su Nuo than death.

Su Nuo's last look at Chu Yang was full of madness.

It seems to be saying...

Next time we meet, I will definitely kill you.

After eliminating the uninvited guest Su Nuo, everyone returned to the Soul Palace to share the memories and abilities of this period.

Demon Slayer Chu Yang finally got the swordsmanship he wanted.

Just sit down and learn the secrets of swordsmanship.

Although the level of power in the world of martial arts is not high, most martial arts have far-reaching intentions and point directly to the avenue, which is exactly what he lacks.

However, the one who was most affected was not Chu Yang, the Demon Slayer, but Chu Yang, the God of Death who had just defeated Su Nuo.

The moment the Tai Chi intention emerged in his mind, a thunder seemed to explode deep in the soul of Chu Yang, the God of Death.

"My Zanpakutō has moved!" Death God Chu Yang looked solemn. His Zanpakutō had been close to the state of birth a long time ago, but it was still unmoving, as if it was stuck at a critical point.

The ultimate principle of yin and yang in Tai Chi, coupled with the power of the sun and moon from the source of breath, all the forces are condensed together.

It turned into a long flowing river and helped Death God Chu Yang break through this bottleneck at once.

Sun, moon, yin and yang.

The four powers worked hard against each other and slowly merged into the two Zanpakutō.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire palace.

A faint blue light suddenly appeared directly above the palace, complementing it.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was [Beng Yu] who had disappeared before.

"I thought this thing was swallowed by the palace..." Pirate Chu Yang stared at Bengyu floating in mid-air in surprise, which was absorbing the light emitted by the Zanpakutō.

"Is it absorbing the spiritual power emitted by the Zanpakutō?"

Hokage Chu Yang turned to look at Death God Chu Yang, frowned and said: "It won't affect the Zanpakutō, right?"

Death God Chu Yang shook his head and said it didn't matter.

"This broken jade, I remember it was incomplete, but it seems to be becoming complete."

Magic Chu Yang touched his chin with a curious look on his face.

"It would be great if there was an instrument that could analyze the energy radiated by the Zanpakuto and Hongyoku."

Marvel Chu Yang said regretfully.

Everyone was having a heated discussion. Only Demon Slayer Chu Yang turned his back on what was happening outside the window and concentrated on studying the art of swordsmanship.

Another ten minutes passed.

Beng Yu seemed to be "full" and doubled in size. It no longer emitted blue light and floated quietly in the sky.

The light of the Zanpakuto is also becoming "introverted", revealing its original form.

The style of the Zanpakutō that appeared in front of everyone was shocking.

It doesn't look like a katana, nor does it look like a Western sword.

Not even that kind of weird and weird Zanpakutō.

But...

Ancient sword!

The two Zanpakutōs of the Death God Chu Yang, one completely black, with golden lines engraved on the sword, converged into a big river. The river was full of bones, and a palace could be vaguely seen.

The other sword is completely snow-white, with cyan patterns engraved on the sword. The pattern is a sea of ​​clouds. Above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun, moon and stars shine in all directions. In the sea of ​​clouds, the palace can also be vaguely seen.

The two palaces are very similar to the soul palace beneath everyone's feet.

"The final form of the Zanpakuto is related to the characteristics of the wielder."

"What do these two swords represent?"

Pirate Chu Yang looked curiously at Death God Chu Yang.

"soul."

The God of Death, Chu Yang, spoke concisely and to the point.

soul!

Everyone is chewing this word over and over again.

Their souls are ultimately the same person, they are both independent individuals and part of the whole.

This magnificent palace of souls connects them.

"What's the name of the Zanpakuto?"

Curse Chu Yang suddenly asked.

"Fengdu...Tianque..."

Death God Chu Yang held two Zanpakutō in both hands, his eyes flashing.

"The highest palace above the Nine Heavens and the deepest palace under the Nine Netherworld? We seem to be at odds with the palace in this life!" Naruto Chu Yang complained.

The fog came, and the "Chu Yangs" began to return to their respective worlds.

…

The world of spells.

Chu Yang swallowed Su Nuo's finger, and violent spell power swept around him. In an instant, he returned to calm again.

Chu Yang looked as quiet as if he had died.

Gojo Satoru had taken off his black blindfold at this time and was ready to deal with the worst situation.

"Although it's only one of the twenty fingers, his strength has definitely not returned to its peak, but the trouble is, he occupies Yang's body."

Gojo Satoru moved his body briefly, his tone a little irritable.

A genius who has never shown any magic skills in his previous life and can rival a top-level magician with his magic power alone. In Gojo Satoru's view, Chu Yang and Su Nuo are extremely compatible.

Fushiguro Megumi rarely saw Gojo Satoru showing such an expression. No matter how bad the situation was in the past, the other party would always have a calm look, which would remain unchanged for thousands of years.

But this time, he saw worry in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

"Is Teacher Yang's potential really terrifying?"

"Could it be that he might be as strong as you in the future?"

Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but ask.

"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty!"

"From the first day I met Yang, I felt that this boy was different from others. There are very few magicians who can exceed my predictions in everything."

"And Yang is that kind of person. His talent is so powerful that it can be seen with the naked eye. In a sense, it is no less than my unlimited technique."

"I still don't know his birth technique. Maybe he doesn't have it, but my intuition tells me that it can't be without it."

"I tried to predict the battle with Yang without calculating the magic formula."

"My conclusion is..."

"He has a 1% chance of beating me."

Hearing this, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils shrank and she was shocked.

In his heart, and even in the hearts of most conjurers, the name Gojo Satoru has always represented two words——

Invincible!

Gojo Satoru, who is recognized as invincible, actually says that someone can defeat him?

Even if the chance is only a pitiful 1%...

But having a chance and not having a chance are two completely different things!

Moreover, Gojo Satoru himself said that this was predicted without calculating the opponent's skill, and the actual probability of winning could only be higher.

Fushiguro Megumi's heart was beating so hard that she could only take a deep breath to control her emotions. Today's remarks, if spoken out, would probably cause an uproar in the magic world.

Right now.

Chu Yang, who had been in a state of confusion, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are clear and bright.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.

The Chu Yang in front of him didn't look like he was being taken over by Su Nuo.

Is it completely digested?

Or is it temporarily suppressed?

Gojo Satoru was vaguely looking forward to it.

Are there really people in this world who can fully digest the power of Su Nuo?

To be on the safe side, Gojo Satoru decided to test Chu Yang.

His way is simple.

Gojo Satoru's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of Chu Yang in an instant.

He held a dark bead in his hand.

It was formed by continuously compressing the space with his spells.

A small bead is enough to destroy the school next to them.

at this time.

Gojo Satoru pressed the beads towards Chu Yang's face.

Feeling the terrifying power fluctuations, Chu Yang's expression gradually became more alert, and he woke up from his dream.

The pupils in Chu Yang's eyes turned white, and blood-colored magatama appeared.

The moment the reincarnation eye appears.

The beads on Gojo Satoru's hand disappeared, his expression became dull, and his consciousness fell into another space.

Just for a moment, Gojo Satoru found himself in an unknown space. Wherever he looked, there was a vast white fog.

"Where?"

"I was near the school just now, how come in the blink of an eye..."

"You shouldn't be suffering from Alzheimer's disease at this age, right?"

Gojo Satoru touched his chin, seeming to be thinking about life, and suddenly remembered Chu Yang's weird pupils.

"Those eyes are Yang's magic? Is this his domain?"

"It's a bit similar to my six eyes."

"As expected of Xiao Yangyang!"

Gojo Satoru praised Chu Yang in a shameful tone, and also praised himself at the same time.

At this moment, Chu Yang appeared in front of Gojo Satoru out of thin air.

The two looked at each other.

Chu Yang sighed, "Just think of it as me begging you, don't call me in such a disgusting tone again."

Gojo Satoru, who enjoyed it, didn't take Chu Yang's appeal to heart. He looked around like a curious baby, sizing up Chu Yang's illusion space.

"Is this within your realm?"

"no."

"Then where is this?"

"A space created by illusion."

"Is it a magic technique?"

"You could say the same thing."

"It feels quite real to me. If this place is fake, what is the situation outside at this moment?"

“No matter how long you spend in this space, it’s only a moment outside.”

"Oh~~~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang in amazement, "That's really amazing. It can blur the concept of time. It's a very powerful technique."

Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surrounding area immediately transformed into a classroom, which was the same layout as the Conjuration College.

"You must have more important questions, right?"

Chu Yang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

Gojo Satoru stared at Chu Yang for a while before asking, "How does it taste?"

Chu Yang frowned slightly, "It tastes terrible, like stuffing a piece of rubber into your mouth."

Gojo Satoru laughed, "You seem to be in good condition, where is Su Nuo?"

Chu Yang stretched, "It's not appropriate to describe it as death. It should be said that it disappeared temporarily."

Gojo Satoru showed a true expression and praised: "Not in the real world, but in the spiritual world facing Su Nuo. That is his home court. This is not easy."

Chu Yang shook his head and said: "No matter where he is, his strength is completely different from that at his peak. I just defeated Su Nuo who was not at his peak. This is a fact."

Gojo Satoru pulled out his chair and sat directly opposite Chu Yang, staring directly at him, "Honestly, even if Su Nuo has twenty fingers, you are confident that you can defeat him, right?"

If the Zanpakutō hadn't been born yet, Chu Yang would probably have some reservations.

But at this moment.

He nodded matter-of-factly and said, "It's not that I have confidence, but that I will definitely win."

The strong confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo Satoru, and uncontrollable excitement appeared on his face.

So similar!

This arrogant self-confidence even gave Gojo Satoru the illusion that he saw himself when he was younger.

Heaven and earth.

I am the only one!

I really want to try a fight...

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, then took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang said calmly: "As you said before, this is my home court."

Gojo Satoru asked, "So?"

Chu Yang shrugged, spread his hands and said with a smile, "If you want to be beaten, I have no problem with it, as long as you don't settle the score with me."

The power of the spell surged rapidly around Gojo Satoru, like a rushing river, and his eyes were like crystal, mysterious and beautiful.

The moment he wanted to cast the spell, all the spell power in his body suddenly disappeared.

It felt like the spell itself had been erased.

Only then did Gojo Satoru understand what Chu Yang meant by the home field. As long as he thought about it, the world would change as he hoped.

Gojo Satoru gained a deeper understanding of genjutsu.

The next second.

Scene changes.

Gojo Satoru was hung on the cross.

Chu Yang stood in front of him with a knife.

The picture is familiar.

Especially Gojo Wu's snow-white hair could easily give Chu Yang the illusion.

Chu Yang planned to let Gojo Satoru try Kakashi's same set meal.

"I admit defeat..."

Perhaps feeling the unfriendly atmosphere, Gojo Satoru quickly surrendered. It was a fool who insisted on holding on to such absolutely unfavorable conditions.

But Chu Yang had no intention of stopping, and the knife in his hand was slowly pressed against Gojo Satoru's chest.

He showed a smile that made Gojo Satoru's hair stand on end!

…

real world.

In just the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru's dull eyes regained their vitality.

Then fear took over.

I originally thought that the illusion space was a false existence, and nothing I encountered would be painful.

But every knife Chu Yang stabbed him was no different from the feeling of being hurt in the real world.

The extreme pain of the tip of the knife piercing his vitals made Gojo Satoru think that he was in reality.

What really chilled Gojo Satoru was that while experiencing inhuman torture, he was unable to cast any spells!

That kind of despair.

It's like drowning in the vast sea.

No matter how hard you struggle, you can't get any hope.

Fortunately, Chu Yang stopped and didn't attack too harshly. Although Gojo Satoru was a little frightened, he could still control his emotions.

If Gojo Satoru is really pushed into a hurry, his body may explode unconsciously out of self-protection.

By then, Gojo Satoru may really fight Chu Yang after breaking away from the genjutsu.

Gojo Satoru gathered his emotions, turned around and asked Fushiguro Megumi behind him, "How long have I been in a daze?"

Fushiguro Megumi replied blankly: "You weren't in a daze. You were just stunned for a moment when the technique disappeared."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and gradually revealed a creepy smile.

Fushiguro Megumi shuddered.

This smile only appears when Gojo Satoru is very angry.

Chu Yang spoke first: "You want to experience it yourself, and you agreed not to settle the score later."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze, his face flushed, and a wave of anger stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him to death.

"Teacher Yang, are you okay?"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Chu Yang in surprise and interrupted Gojo Satoru's anger.

Chu Yang smiled and nodded.

"Sukuna's finger..."

"It has been absorbed by him."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, indicating Fushiguro Megumi not to continue questioning, completely ignoring the latter's shocked expression.

"Come back to the technical high school with me. You can't hide the fact that you swallowed Sukuna's finger, so you might as well tell it."

"There are countless sorcerers like you who swallowed Sukuna in pursuit of power in the history of the sorcery world, but they all failed."

"Now it seems that the best choice is to let you absorb all the remaining fingers and solve the biggest trouble in the sorcery world in the past thousand years."

Gojo Satoru put on his eye mask again, and seemed to have given up the idea of ​​fighting Chu Yang here.