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

Gojo Satoru was originally at odds with Tsukuyomi Tsukumi at home.

Ever since he found the portrait of Tsukuyomi Tsukumi in the Gojo family last time, he wanted to turn the entire storage room upside down just to see more information left by that old man.

The result was, of course, nothing.

"Even though I've become the head of the family, I'm completely useless. I can't leave any information behind."

He knew that this matter had nothing to do with Tsukuyomi, but he still couldn't help being angry. He hung the painting on the wall of his bedroom and looked at it over and over again, feeling angry but unable to help but look at it.

I didn’t expect that this would happen just a few days later!!!

The elder of the Gojo family came back and tentatively passed on the news from the top. At that time, Gojo Satoru was sparring with the guards during training.

"Grandpa, what on earth are you trying to say? Why are you so slow as a turtle? If you keep hesitating like this, the sun will set."

The elder, who was slightly hunched over, was no longer surprised by the offensive names given to his son of God. He cupped his hands and composed his words.

"...This matter is related to Yaga Masamichi. His adopted son, the young master's classmate, the child named Tsukuyomi Tsukumi, got into trouble. I heard that there was a problem with the mission..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard who was training with him was pushed away by Gojo Satoru.

"Huh? What did you say? My classmate! What happened to that shorty?"

The elder hid his hands in his pockets and avoided answering, instead talking about other things.

"The completely autonomous cursed skeleton created by the Noctua Orthodox Path is extremely dangerous. This is an uncontrollable factor, and the top management also wants to take this opportunity to firmly control this uncertainty. I mean... the Gojo family..."

Do you want to contribute to it?

After all, it was an existence comparable to an army of cursers. Their Gojo family already had a six-eyed divine child. If they could control such a powerful army of cursed corpses...

While he was thinking, Gojo Satoru had already hurried to the sidelines. His head was buzzing and he could feel the blood rushing through his body.

The young man, who is over 190cm tall, is still young and immature, but he is tall and lean, and even his forearms are covered with a thin layer of muscle.

He was completely enraged at the moment. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the Great Elder. His fair arms were not like those of a woman. Instead, they had a sense of oppression because of the thin muscles and bulging veins.

He turned a blind eye to the etiquette of the old feudal family. In the Gojo family where the strong are respected, he didn't care about respecting the old and loving the young.

I have always been a favored and spoiled child.

The sacred and bright eyes of the sky were filled with icy coldness, and at this moment they were staring straight at people.

"What I want to know is what happened to him!"

This sentence interrupted the elder's plan, but he still did not give up and promoted this plan that would bring glory to the family.

The old voice gradually became smaller, with a ridiculous tone of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

"Master, this is a great opportunity. As his student, you will definitely be able to do it!!!"

The next second, he was thrown aside by Gojo Satoru.

Looking at the back of the young Godson leaving in anger, the elder was helpless, but in the end he was indulging his own young generation.

In fact, no matter what Gojo Satoru's attitude is, this matter is a foregone conclusion. The Son of God is the one who leads the Gojo family, but... the Son of God has not grown up yet, and the important matter of leading the family will definitely not be handed over to him so early.

There is no doubt that the Six-Eyed Godson will be the future head of the family, but... at least the current head of the family

Not Gojo Satoru,

But his father.

*

In the magnificent wooden corridor of feudalism, the servants who came and went were all silent, dressed neatly and elegantly. The sun was shining brightly outside the corridor, but everyone lowered their heads and walked quietly to the side in the haze. They were dutiful and quiet, not like real people, but like clockwork puppets, without much reaction.

Everything is extremely orderly, regulated and hierarchical.

Only Gojo Satoru,

He angrily questioned the elders who were jogging after him on the corridor. However, no matter how angry he was, in their eyes he was just an immature child throwing a tantrum.

None of the calls to Tsukuyomi and Yaga Masamichi were answered, so he finally turned around in a hurry and started to contact Ieiri Shoko.

After learning about Tsukuyomi's situation, a bucket of cold water was poured down my heart, extinguishing all my anger.

He spoke very quickly, with some confusion in his word order, "How is he? Why didn't he answer the phone? What's going on? What the hell?"

A tired female voice came from the other end of the line. Ieiri Naoko had spent the night looking through the records of similar cursed tools at the Jujutsu High School, but couldn't find a solution. "The wound is starting to worsen and won't heal. Even the reversal technique isn't working..."

Gojo Satoru stopped, and a sudden sense of extreme panic hit him, prompting him to rush over to check on his condition.

You messed up again! You piece of shit!

No! No, that's not the case...

The Rokugan, who had not yet fully grown up, didn't know how to deal with it. As proud as he was, when had such a situation ever appeared in his dictionary?

This is definitely not a problem that can be solved by his willfulness or fighting alone.

After hanging up the phone, he walked and walked, and unknowingly came to the Japanese-style room where the master of the house was receiving the servants.

Gojo Satoru looked at the sun outside the corridor. It was clearly winter, yet the sun was shining so brightly.

Out of place

It just makes people feel cold all over...it's really an eyesore

*

the other side,

Since the college's medical room has never had any patients who needed to be bedridden for long-term treatment,

No matter if it was an injured arm or a broken leg, they would come in sideways and leave upright after three or two minutes. In the medical room, there was a dissection table and a crematorium next door.

Even though Yega Zhengdao was issued a detention order, he calmly decorated Tsukuyomi's bedroom at home.

Only after a series of first aid items including a ventilator were pushed over did he feel at ease and follow the senior management behind him to leave.

Before leaving, I glanced at Panda who was hiding behind the door and still wanted to comfort him.

"It's fine"

He'll find a way to come back right away.

because,

He has family waiting for him.

*

Geto Suguru and Kento Nanami,

One of them was not well-informed, and the other had not yet enrolled in school, so they only learned the news a few days after the incident.

On the night of Spring Festival,

The mountains are always exceptionally cold and gloomy. The harsh wind pierces one's bones, and the yellowish street lights give people a false sense of warmth.

Dressed in his home clothes, Geto Xiayou hurried to the foot of the mountain and ran into a familiar family.

A couple and a familiar red-haired boy, all three of them looked unhappy, and walked down the snowy mountain under the guidance of the assistant supervisor.

Just a glance under the street light and Geto Suguru recognized the red-haired boy.

It was him who caused Tsukuyomi to be injured that day.

He was in a hurry to meet Jialiu Xianzi, and had no time to wonder why people were here. As a result, a hint of green was reflected under the yellowish light.

The red-haired boy's facial features are indeed similar to Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's, especially the slightly drooping deer eyes, but Tsukuyomi Tsukumi is far less high-profile than the red-haired boy.

Now I see the scarf of the person I love so much is suddenly put on the neck of the person I hate.

He couldn't be mistaken. On the exposed corner of the scarf, there was even a moon outlined with white cotton thread.

This is the moon of Tsukuyomi Tsukumi!

Geto Xia Yu concentrated his mind, stood on the middle step without avoiding or giving way, and with a bad face, roughly pulled off the green scarf from bottom to top.

Oh shit

This is the scarf that Teacher Yaga wove for Tsujimi. The boy doesn't say it, but whenever he feels depressed, he hides his little face in the big scarf, which is very cute.

Now, the boy’s cherished scarf is worn around someone else’s neck?

"Hey! Do you really enjoy stealing other people's things?"