The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Today is Children's Day.

There is no Children’s Day atmosphere in the college. After all, once you enter school, you have stepped into the society with half a foot. After half a year, you will start to learn to live with your head on your belt.

He also has to deal with the negative emotions of human beings every day, and all he faces are strange-looking curses.

Nobody remembers, or, if they do remember, cares much about this holiday of carefree children and innocent adults.

Oh, except someone.

"Report your location." The man's calm and rational voice was mixed with the faint sound of electricity, which was transmitted to different locations on the campus.

"Number one is in place."

"Salmon number two!"

"...Why are you all so cooperative?"

Chanyuan Maki was sitting in the classroom, watching the two classmates beside her who were more active than the other, and rolled their eyes feebly.

"Number three, report your location." The voice in the miniature earphone reminded without fluctuation.

"...No. [-] is already in place." She rolled her eyes again.

Sasuke sat on a tall zelkova tree behind Gojo Satoru without thinking, looked down at the white-haired man holding his mobile phone, and confirmed with a stern back that all preparations were in place.

Totally unnecessary.

There is no need for others to hear the conversation between them, as long as the news is revealed.

He thinks Gojo Satoru just wanted to have an addiction to acting.By the way, while the second graders are still having fun.After all, after a while, Maki and others in the Chanyuan will also leave the college.

——Their current class leader Atsushi Kusakabe will serve as the team leader and lead the three to the Kyushu area, starting a long-term mission of about two months.

This is a high school reserved item.

Every season when this kind of curse occurs frequently, the association has its own set of procedures for dealing with it.

First of all, conjurers of the first level and above worked overtime crazily to exorcise the high-level curses reported from all over Japan, and then the remaining conjurers and high-level specialists would send people to further clean up.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru basically ran around outside for a whole month, and spent very little time in the high school.Sasuke originally didn't have a lot of tasks in his hand, but then there was a problem with the experiment of space ninjutsu, and then Gojo Satoru used various large and small tasks to fill the last week of May with airtightness.

——Now that you have recovered, help me do more tasks, I am so tired from working overtime.Gojo Satoru said so, staring at Sasuke, it means that if he disagrees, he will always follow behind him.

Sasuke felt that his reputation had always been very good, and there was no need for the other party to act defensively, for fear that he would secretly experiment with ninjutsu himself.

But seeing that Gojo Satoru was really a little unhappy, and he was on the move almost every day, he reluctantly acquiesced to the other party's actions. Recently, he didn't go to school anymore, but dealt with tasks every day to help Gojo Satoru relieve some of the burden.

Although Gojo Satoru didn't get any easier, it was a lot easier for Jia Ruozi.

All in all, at the end of May and the beginning of June, senior students will conduct two to three months of "social practice" on a regional basis, cleaning Japan from head to toe.It is estimated that they will not come back until at least this period of time has passed and the number of curses no longer increases rapidly.

That's why Gojo Satoru squeezed out one day before these students left, and dragged Sasuke to today's "stage".

God knows when he had the tiny headset and the action plan ready.

Sasuke didn't really want to cooperate with him.

The white-haired man hung up the phone, and the seriousness in his body disappeared immediately.

He turned around with his phone on, with the blindfold hanging around his neck, waving at Sasuke with sparkling eyes.

"Don't sit so high," Gojo Satoru looked up at the boy who was eager to run to the top of the tree to avoid the next activities, and happily put his phone back, "Come down quickly, we have a time limit~"

Is there any card time...

Sasuke thought of the so-called "script" that Gojo Satoru gave him this morning.

The lines are bloody and the plot is pale. He seriously suspects that Gojo Satoru's one of his hobbies is watching noon dramas, so he can draw inferences from one instance and use it here.

Sasuke hesitated for a while in silence, and finally fell in front of him under Gojo Satoru's wordless urging.

Tokyo is still cool in June. It may be hotter in the city, but Gaozhuan is on the mountain, so the temperature will not be very high even at noon.It just rained yesterday, and the plants on the campus are full of vitality.There is still a faint smell of grass and soil in the air.

Gojo Satoru was wearing the same dark uniform as Sasuke, and watched him with a smile for a while, as if thinking about how to start later.

He scanned Sasuke back and forth several times with those light-colored eyes, starting from his somewhat messy black hair, moving his gaze down a little bit, sliding from the bridge of the nose to the chin, and then moving along the boy's straight shoulders To the slender fingers, and finally across the entire upper body back to Sasuke's face.

"What?" Sasuke put his hands in his pockets, wondering what Gojo Satoru was thinking.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, and slowly pulled off the blindfold from his chin with two fingers, blocking his eyes, "It's nothing."

Just thinking about Nitro's words.

The black eyepatch pressed Gojo Satoru's strands of snow-white hair. He reached out to pull out the hair, adjusted the position of the eyepatch, and then suddenly bent down and brought his face in front of Sasuke.

Sasuke looked at him suspiciously.

When he jumped off the branch, he landed very close to Gojo Satoru, and according to his height, he could touch his shoulder as long as he stretched out his hand.

Now Gojo Satoru suddenly bent over a little, and the distance between him and Sasuke has shortened a lot, the distance between the tip of their noses is probably less than a punch away.

"How do you feel now?" Gojo Satoru suddenly asked Sasuke.

Should he feel anything?

"What do you mean?" Sasuke was confused, "I don't feel it."

It's just that Wujo Goto's face is too close, a bit blocking the line of sight.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, looking a little hesitant, moving back and forth several times, leaning forward for a while, and tilting his head for a while, as if he was observing other things on his face.

Sasuke pressed Gojo Satoru's forehead to keep him from moving.

"what are you doing?"

"Wait a minute, right now~" Gojo Satoru pulled his hand away, reached out to hold Sasuke's shoulder, thought for a while, and then turned to support the back of his head.His fingers didn't get between Sasuke's pitch-black hair, but just touched the outside lightly.

Very strange.

Sasuke didn't understand what Gojo Satoru wanted to do, and the "script" given by the other party only had a few lines, as long as he read it out with a deadpan expression and murderous intent.

Probably came up with some strange link again.

He stood where he was, staring at the small metal zipper on the neckline of Gojo Satoru's uniform, and his brain seemed to have become a little dull in this ethereal and quiet environment.

Hurry up and let him go back to study...

The small piece of metal in Sasuke's sight quickly approached, bumped against his lips, and then moved back several meters immediately.

It was as if something touched his brow.

Probably Wujou's mouth.

Gojo Satoru nimbly raised his fingers to block the young boy's sword, "Don't just cut me down without saying a word~" he said aggrievedly.

"You don't want to..." Sasuke reached out and touched his forehead subconsciously, and swallowed the second half of the sentence, looking even more angry. "...to make up my own mind."

Most ninjas are reserved, and even his mother only kissed his forehead once or twice when he was a child.

Not to mention my father, who may have stroked his hair when he was a child, but only once later, he folded his arms and said lightly, "As expected of my son".

And his memories about forehead and intimacy are all connected with Brother Weasel.

The callused, wounded, and bloody fingers gently tapped between his brows, leaving a feeling between pain and itching.

Even memories are full of restraint and distance.

It's completely different from just now.

Gojo Satoru's movements were very light and fast, the tip of his nose and cool lips poked his skin together, his Adam's apple flashed before his eyes, and seemed to move up and down a bit, as if he was being careful with something fragile .

At that moment, the distance between them was shortened to the extreme, so close that Sasuke felt that as long as he wanted to, he could break the other's neck at any time, or get into the other's arms.

"I think what Maki said is quite right," Gojo Satoru dodged a little far away, and innocently raised his hand in surrender, "The effect is not very good now."

"So, are you teasing me on purpose?" Sasuke was full of murderous intent, and even startled a flock of birds nearby, staggered off from the forest, and fled to a distance.

He didn't know why Gojo Satoru did this all of a sudden, but this person always thought of it once, maybe it was just a whim to see his reaction.

In short, he now wants to break Gojo Satoru's neck.

"I didn't." The man with short white hair smiled at the corner of his mouth, sounding very satisfied, as if he had further confirmed something, "I'm very serious about 'intentions' towards you."

——Super serious.

Bondage came with such a message.

"Or do you feel a little disgusted and can't accept two men together?" He asked as if confirming.

"It doesn't matter what kind of thing it is," Sasuke stared at him, and the Tang knife in his hand flashed a few flashes of light, "but I want to beat you up now, so that you can remember better."

Gojo Satoru laughed instead.

He took a few steps in the direction of Sasuke, "We still have the script, don't lose control~"

?

This person still has the face to say?

"I won't lose control," Sasuke sneered, "I'll teach you how to be a man after the restraint is lifted."

As he said that, the electric arc on the blade jumped a little more violently, splitting a leaf that fell from the branch into pieces in an instant.

-

Although there were many accidents in the middle, Gojo Satoru's original goal of "scaring the second graders" was finally realized.

The three students who were about to embark on their first long-term mission in their lives felt the purest murderous aura in advance before taking the step to become a professional conjurer.

Even though they were prepared for this, Sasuke just passed by the window of the teaching building, and the murderous intent was not aimed at them, the three of them still felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and stayed where they were for a while.

Murderous aura is not a negative emotion, but a pure aura.

The young conjurers had never had blood on their hands, and they hadn't removed enough curses, so they naturally felt that Sasuke's murderous aura tempered by life-and-death struggles was extremely terrifying.

Sasuke wasn't particularly angry, he was just a little confused by Gojo Satoru's actions, and his mind was rarely confused.

He calmed down quickly at the beginning of the battle, and then withdrew his hands and didn't make the commotion even bigger—it would be inconvenient for Gojo Satoru to manipulate the outflowing news, and it would most likely affect the subsequent development.

"As expected of Sasuke," Gojo Satoru said briskly, and obediently approached the boy, "I'm sorry, I should have told you in advance."

"You can't tell me in advance." Sasuke pushed him aside, raised his eyelids, and glanced at him coldly.

Calm down, he still felt that Gojo Satoru deserved a beating.

"Is it because the position is wrong?" Gojo Satoru thought for a while, "How about the cheek?"

He actually thinks that kissing the forehead works well, at least it achieves his purpose - not just one.

Sasuke sneered.

"That's not okay..." The white-haired man said disappointedly, "I really like Sasuke, that's why I want to kiss you."

Sasuke is used to hearing all kinds of people say "like" to his face, so when Gojo Satoru said this, he didn't think there was any special meaning, but he had a feeling of "this person is really talking nonsense" .

"Aren't you tempted?" Gojo Satoru leaned in front of Sasuke, staring at him with blue eyes without blinking.

"No." Sasuke said flatly.

Gojo Satoru looked a little discouraged.

"Isn't it okay to confess..." He said to himself.

Use this sentence to calm him down?

Sasuke endured and endured, and finally punched Wujo Satoru in the abdomen.