Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

At the end of October,

The weather is getting colder, and everyone in the college has also ushered in their winter vacation.

Japan is an island country surrounded by the sea and has many islands. It has a strong temperate monsoon climate. Its special geographical location and land shape make the arrival of winter particularly strange.

Although it was only the end of December, there were occasional light snowfalls at night. The snow turned into water and disappeared as soon as it hit the ground. Only the bleak and scattered snowflakes could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi, wearing a scarf knitted by Yoga Masamichi himself, stood alone at the foot of the mountain and said goodbye to Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

He is different from them.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's home is here.

Grandma Tsu is going back to her hometown with her family to celebrate the New Year during the winter vacation, so the flower shop has no plans to open for the time being. It is worth mentioning that she called Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi that day to explain to her what happened to Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi. After the explanation of the auxiliary supervisor, she seemed to understand something and called to thank him specially that day.

I don't know where I got Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's contact information.

When answering the phone, Tsukuyomi Tsukumi didn't feel anything, or said this

He seemed to be lacking emotions recently. No matter what he did or said, his reactions were always indifferent, and he became easily tired.

Even when Yega Zhengdao gave him a hand-knitted scarf as a New Year's gift, he didn't show much emotion.

But in order not to worry his father, he still looked very surprised, forced a smile on his face, and then immediately tied the scarf around his neck.

*

On the day Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru returned home, they insisted that Tsukuyomi Tsukumi take them down the mountain.

Suddenly, light snow fell from the sky.

The cold wind rustled the trees on the mountain, and the rustling leaves drifted down from the sky, landing on both sides of the stone steps on the road that the college had to pass through, creating a sense of desolation.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi was still wearing the thin technical college uniform. Perhaps because he had lost weight recently, the uniform made him look even thinner and more fragile.

He stood coldly on the steps at the foot of the mountain, saying goodbye to Gojo Satoru and the others. The cold wind blew under his empty clothes. Tsukuyomi closed his eyes and hid the lower half of his face in his scarf, looking very obedient.

The snow fell suddenly. He didn't bring an umbrella, so he let the snowflakes fall on his body. The inconspicuous snow that had not melted in time was mixed in his snow-white hair. His snow-white hair was like forged iron, hanging wetly in front of his forehead, covering his captivating red eyes... There were also traces of snow on his eyelashes and green scarf.

From a distance, it seems to blend into nature under the shade of the trees in the mountains, like a mountain spirit that has never appeared in the world, pure and quiet.

It feels so far away at first glance, too far away...as if it will never be approachable again.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru frowned as they watched, a strange feeling welling up in their hearts, and they felt uncomfortable.

They have been too busy recently. Although they are companions, they have often been ignored recently. They have not taken good care of him. He has lost so much weight and was even dragged down the mountain to be exposed to the cold wind.

Liuyan regretted it almost the moment the snow fell. Looking at the boy who was left alone, his heart was pounding, and he had an inexplicable premonition that he had to do something.

【waste】

The Gojo clan members were carrying the eldest young master's luggage and were following him at first, but they saw their own son of god running back like crazy.

He ran very fast, holding Tsukuyomi's hand very tightly, stubbornly trying to find the answer from his eyes.

"Come back with me"

"?..."

Gojo Satoru's throat rolled, his face serious, he stared into the boy's eyes and repeated stubbornly: "Come to my house during the winter vacation, come with me."

A voice interrupted, "Class reunion? I want to go too, and ask Glass to come along too."

Xia Youjie's slow voice sounded. He did not refuse on behalf of the boy, but simply proposed to join them naturally.

Tsukuyomi shrank back slightly into her scarf, shook her head and refused, then said hesitantly: "My father and I are here, just waiting for you to come back."

I'll wait for you here.

Such ordinary yet comforting words, but they just soothed the two DKs' restless hearts.

But in the end, he was left there alone.

A small corner of the barrage, I was so angry when I saw this

【Ah ...

[I can't even keep one person]

【Tsk...】

If I were here, I wouldn't...

*

As the New Year approaches, the three families are moving around more frequently. The old men of the Gojo family dug out the handwritten notes of the previous family heads from some corner of the warehouse, packed them up and sent them to specialists to reinforce them with magic power or barriers so that they can be preserved for a longer time.

Just like the old ladies who are approaching the New Year, they must clean everything so that they can have a happy New Year.

The old men who are halfway to the ground are particularly concerned about this tradition and sense of ritual.

Coincidentally,

The Zenin family also planned this.

The curse world, such as the curse tool master, is different from the three great families. They have their own set of inheritance methods.

Unfortunately, when Gojo Satoru came to pick up these ancient books and notes, Zenin Naoya had just delivered them.

The two passed by each other, neither of them said hello first, and they snorted coldly at each other and left.

Gojo Satoru, who looked carefree but was dressed in a formal kimono, approached with his hands folded. "Hey! Uncle, have you secured the things the Gojo family sent a few days ago?"

"It's Master Gojo. The things are all in the box. Just tell someone to take them away."

Gojo Satoru's attention was drawn to a large jar of origami on the table. His six eyes could detect the remnants of cursed energy. This half-man-high glass jar was filled with rabbit-shaped origami. The aura of another person's cursed energy was so thick that it almost soaked into the paper.

Although the glass jar has yellowed slightly due to its age, it is still gorgeous. However, the origami inside is out of place... like a child's toy?

It's cute, but... it's too contrasting.

Even though a long time has passed and there are many traces of magical repairs, you can still see the strange emotions contained in it.

The spell tool master noticed Gojo Satoru's gaze and explained, "This is the spell tool that the Zenin family just sent. It needs to be repaired, even though it's been there for a long time."

"Huh? A curse tool? Isn't this a disposable item? Why are you repairing it? I've never seen such a ridiculous curse tool. Is this just for fun?"

The spell tool master just laughed when he heard this. He had been repairing this spell tool since he followed his master. The people in the Zen temple family could not use these spell tools, but they still sent them to be reinforced every year.

Just like their master said

"Hmph, Zenin's things are good even if they're left there."

Besides...

"This is something left behind by the Zenyuan family. It's worth preserving."

"Which one?"

Gojo Satoru is puzzled

The curse tool master didn't care about Gojo Satoru's status as his successor.

"During the Heian-kyō period, the Tenkage who perished together with the Rokugan, Zenin Kazuhiko"

During the Heian-kyo period, both the Gojo family and the Zenin family gave birth to a rare once-in-a-century master of the Six Eyes and the Ten Shadow Techniques. However, for unknown reasons, the two became enemies and died together in a struggle.

Since he was free anyway, Gojo Satoru was bored so he called the elders of the clan and asked them to turn over the letter written by Gojo clan members to him.

All the previous six-eyed masters learned from their predecessors' notes and experiences. By the time of Gojo Satoru's generation, he had already developed more mature methods and no longer mentioned these things.

But when Gojo Satoru asked for it, the Great Elder and the others naturally had no objection. They were even quite excited and sent someone to deliver it as soon as they gave the order.

But no notebook.

There is only one scroll.

Gojo Satoru was quite speechless about this. It was rare for him to want to learn something, but the result... was just this?

Too decadent, no wonder he was defeated by the Zenin family's Ten Shadows Method

Yes

In Gojo Satoru's eyes, dying together is also considered a loss.

He was speechless and wanted to open the scroll, but he didn't expect it to be blank.

"Alas...something happened later, and the family head's belongings were ordered to be burned, but this scroll could not be burned. It was secretly hidden by the clan members, and that's how it is now."

But Six Eyes is Six Eyes after all.

Because he was born with the ability to see more traces of cursed energy than ordinary people, he still found the difference - this is the secret conversation between the six eyes.

Their own language

This further aroused the cat's competitive spirit, he had to see it!!!

The barriers and techniques of the Heian-kyo period were so obscure and difficult to understand that even Gojo Satoru spent three or four days immersed in the Gojo family's library.

After much difficulty in unravelling the spell, as the previous owner's magic dissipated, the true face of the scroll slowly unfolded.

In a solemn Japanese-style room used for worship, there are gods and Buddhas on the altar, and under the altar is a god who is dozing on a futon.

The snow-white robes were piled up layer by layer, like a hibiscus flower in full bloom. Half of the calf was exposed under the corner of the robe, looming. The long white hair was entangled and intertwined on one side like seaweed, flowing with the wind, and a few strands were gently and obediently attached to the side of the face.

Just looking at it makes people feel happy, and every stroke of the pen is full of the owner's secret thoughts.

[I like it very much]

But Gojo Satoru had no expression on his face at this moment, his eyes fixed on the half of the face of the person in the painting.

Then his eyelids lifted slightly, and contrary to the calm expression on his face, his sky-blue eyes drooped as if harboring a storm, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, looking very restrained.

Breathing is heavy

The white and slender hands squeezed so hard that the scroll was almost broken.

Did he admit his mistake?

The person in the painting... is clearly Tsukuyomi Tsukumi