The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Sasuke followed the restraint - maybe it was perception, he felt that he couldn't tell the difference now - and found it.

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the last row of the stands, with the brim of his hat pulled down low. When Sasuke went up, he could only see the impatient corners of the opponent's mouth and a few strands of unobstructed, snow-white hair.

Even though he wore a hat and sunglasses and sat down in the place with the fewest people, there were still a few girls standing beside him at the moment, wearing the uniform of an unknown school, holding their mobile phones and waiting for a reply.

Sasuke paused slightly.

"No," he said without raising Gojo Gojo's head, as if he had no intention of softening his tone, "I'm not interested in you."

The girls complained softly and walked over.

"...It's too rude..."

"that is……"

One of them saw Sasuke's face—his hat was still in his hand, and excitedly poked his companion, "...Hey, this one is so handsome, the one just now couldn't see his face..."

Gojo Satoru sneered behind them, his voice raised slightly, "Sasuke, they all said you are handsome, why don't you think about it?"

His voice overlapped with the voice of one of the female high school students asking, "May I know your name?"

The girl turned her head in embarrassment, probably because she realized that her complaint had been heard, and wanted to stare at this unmannered stranger.

The other person looked normal and smiled at Sasuke: "The name Sasuke is very classic, can you exchange Line with me?"

Gojo Satoru probably wanted to turn his head away, but for some reason he stopped halfway and turned his face away again.

Although the strange doubt about why the other party didn't come over and make some ambiguous remarks appeared in his heart again, Gojo Satoru's reaction still made Sasuke feel like laughing, he pursed his lips, his tone was very light, and said The words that came out were as ruthless as someone: "No."

Then he passed them non-stop, and flipped lightly into the seat beside Gojo Satoru.

The other party raised the brim of his hat a little, and glanced at Sasuke from the side of the sunglasses: "It's so slow, you are still chatting with..." They.

After swallowing the second half of the sentence, the first half of the sentence doesn't sound like much complaint, as if it is simply stating a fact.

"Don't be awkward like a child." Sasuke probably guessed what the half-unspoken sentence was, and noticed that if Gojo Satoru leaned on the seat, his knees would almost reach the front seat, so the white-haired man I could only sit down completely close to the innermost side, which barely allowed my legs to have some room to move.

"How could I be awkward?" Gojo Satoru widened his eyes, as if Sasuke had said something strange, "Of course I'll say it straight if I'm not happy."

Sasuke acquiesced to Gojo Satoru's description of himself.

The female high school students stomped behind them and left angrily.

The white-haired man changed the subject: "Are you still going after the game?"

As if he knew what Nioh Masaharu had just said to him.

Maybe I have to go there, after all, Liu Lianer's email has also been sent.

"I don't know." Sasuke adjusted his posture, and the voice of introducing the contestants came from the radio. Immediately, there was a roar in the audience, which completely overwhelmed Sasuke's voice, "You can go back first, today will probably last until the afternoon Bar."

The area they are in is behind the Lihai Tennis Club. Looking down from here, the first half of the auditorium is filled with members of the tennis club who are also wearing khaki sportswear. The school staff were busy walking around.

"Don't—" Gojo Satoru didn't miss his words, "This is a vacation, I don't want to go back to work in the college, and I haven't seen a real undercover agent yet, maybe it's very interesting."

His final note was drowned in another wave of more exaggerated, overwhelming cheers.

The main election of Lihai University finally came out of the passage, and the Lihai college students in the front row screamed like crazy, shouting the names of every tennis club inside, waiting for these people to bring them a long-lost Yes, many people have been waiting for three years or even six years for the three consecutive championships.

But from what Sasuke heard, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to find this very attractive, he just put his hand on the back of the seat next to him, and looked at the venue casually.

perhaps.

After all, he wore dark sunglasses on his face, and Sasuke didn't know where the other party was looking, anyway, his eyes didn't fall on him.

I always feel like I'm thinking about something else.

The opponent of Lihai University is Makino Fuji, last year's semi-finalist, Liu Lianer introduced this school at a club event before IH.Two years ago, their championship road ended at Lihai University, and last year they were stopped by Sitianbao Temple from the finals. This year they managed to climb back and finally stood opposite Lihai University again.

"Didn't you say that you contacted Toru Amuro?" He said when the first ball flew out of bounds and the court was applauded again.

On Sasuke—in the bandaged seal on his forearm—was carrying a list that Gojo Satoru had sorted out in the past few months.

After discovering that the astral body was stolen as an experimental material, Gojo Satoru began to investigate the matter alone.

As Sasuke learned before, most conjurers are loners and have weird tempers, and most conjurers from aristocratic families value blood relationship more than the hierarchical order of the so-called "official institutions", so I want to check Something always requires a lot of effort, going around several times, slowly scrutinizing which link went wrong through stacks of documents handled by many people, and the final result is often only "possible" rather than "certain" ".

It was actually beyond Sasuke's expectation to come up with a list so quickly.

There are quite a few names on it, most of them are from families that Sasuke has heard of, and there are people from the Kamo Shimizu Zen Garden, even the name of the elder of the Gojo family who is not very good with Gojo Satoru—Sasuke remembered that Gojo Satoru had confirmed it After considering the situation of his own family, he still added a few people to the list, and some were names he had never heard of. If he didn't know Gojo Satoru's character, Sasuke would have suspected that he had put all the people who offended him into the list. I wrote it up.

Gojo Satoru said that if the association checks again, it will probably scare the snake, so it can only be quiet for a while, and look for records in another direction—for example, ordinary people.

Gojo Satoru was quite well-connected among ordinary people, so he quickly bypassed the official department and contacted the policeman.

"Occasionally, I want to be more considerate and give him some time to prepare," Gojo Gojo said boredly, the look of thinking about something quickly disappeared from his face, "After all, he is an ordinary person and an undercover agent, so I asked him to come back after the first game."

Although the competition for high school students is easier than the professional competition system, both singles and doubles are based on a three-set system, and you must play at least twelve games to win.

In the second half of the second set, when a phantom of a samurai with a sword appeared behind Genichiro Sanada, Li Kaida's cheerleaders shouted "Emperor, Emperor" in unison, Sasuke thought it was quite interesting.

—— Most of Lihai University's main selections are trained on indoor tennis courts. It is rare to see the school rankings of the main selection competition. He has only played one game. This is the first time he has seen this kind of move.

He watched the yellow tennis ball covered with a faint layer of magic power, cutting off the opponent's racket line like a blade, leaving a scorched black mark on the ground.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be accustomed to it.

"What's the name of the emperor, the samurai is right," a young man with blond hair and wearing a light gray sportswear sat diagonally in front of them, he laughed and said to his companions during the interval between the cheerleaders, "Sanada is comparable to that Tiny is more like a samurai."

"Echizen is no longer a little boy, Atobe," his companion also laughed, "and everyone has been calling it for so long, it's normal that it can't be changed, a different dimension is a different dimension, and a nickname is a nickname .”

"They call this a different dimension?" Sasuke turned his head and asked Gojo Satoru.

It's quite vivid.

"Probably," Gojo Satoru crossed Erlang's legs, and his knees touched Sasuke's legs, "is it interesting? He is obviously just an ordinary person."

He finally got some interest now, and unconsciously put his hands on the seat behind Sasuke.

"I watched their match three years ago. This kid's talent is better than the opponent's, but that's it." Gojo Satoru turned to Sasuke and said, Sanada Genichiro once again threw a high ball in the field That yellow-green, fluffy hard tennis ball.

"It sounds like I'm an old antique from the Zen Academy. It's disgusting." He muttered thoughtfully.

With a crisp sound, Genichiro Sanada won the first game.

Sasuke knew what Gojo Satoru meant.

In his opinion, the main players in the tennis club have very little magic power, but this is compared to the magicians who can see the curse, whether it is Nioh Masaharu who has not played yet, or the opponent who has already shaken hands on the other side of the net Saying goodbye to Genichiro Sanada, the mantra possessed is far higher than the average level of ordinary people.

Their negative emotions are not so strong, but their talents allow them to have more spell power, which in turn strengthens their bodies, and is used by them intentionally or unintentionally, turning them into strength, speed, skills, or This so-called "different-dimensional move".

Just like conjurers will gradually reveal their innate and unchangeable spells at the age of four or five, these students also have innate talents-their use of spell power is not even worse than some auxiliary supervisors, but They can't see the curse, they don't have spells, they are destined to be just ordinary people, and it is almost impossible to cross the gap between the two worlds.

So after so many years, the conjuration world is still based on the theory of innate talent and magic formula. As long as there is a family-inherited spell, no matter how weak the magician is or how bad his character is, he will be protected as a precious treasure. Wake up, and those without spells, even if they are not expelled from the family, their lives will not be so satisfactory.

"It's the same everywhere." Sasuke said lightly, "At least talent is your own thing, it's better than so-called prophecy and fate."

It is imposed on others, as if his every move and even his entire life are determined by the so-called "fate".

Gojo Satoru let out a questioning hum.

"It's nothing, it was before," Sasuke shook his head lightly, "Do you want to talk outside?"

The blond-haired and brown-skinned policeman walked over cautiously in casual clothes.

Gojo Gojo didn't turn his head back, he raised his hand and waved: "Okay." He said, "Don't be so nervous, Sasuke and I are here to give you a gift."

Toru Amuro licked his lower lip and showed a smile: "Thank you so much."

They left the gymnasium together and sat down in a nearby coffee shop. Sasuke casually set up a small barrier—his actions seemed to make the mixed-race policeman even more nervous.

"Okay," Gojo Wujou finished ordering, ran back from the front desk and sat down, clasped his hands together in front of him, "We'll try our best to settle this matter before the game is over."

Toru Amuro seemed a little puzzled, but he still agreed with a smile, "I think so too."

"Are your people around?" Sasuke asked.

"I came here alone." The policeman hesitated and replied.

The black-haired Shikigami sitting opposite him stared at Toru Amuro for two seconds, as if confirming whether what he said was true, then nodded slightly: "I will try not to make you faint, but you'd better find someone."

The white-haired man next to him seemed to find his expression amusing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more genuine.

"Is it really okay for the police to let you be an undercover agent?" Gojo Wujo asked playfully, "Control your expression~"