Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The next day the weather was also very good, the sun was shining brightly.This made Gojo Satoru stretch comfortably against the sun, and opened the window to greet the black suit who seemed to be passing by downstairs: "Good morning!"

Apparently, this person was in a particularly good mood, unsparingly pikapika straight shining smile.

The mafia downstairs responsible for monitoring: "."

I really want to complain about something, but I don’t dare to do it at all.

That speechless and aggrieved face brought extra happiness to Gojo Satoru, making him smile and simply put the window there wide open.

Anyway, there is no attack that can penetrate the infinite spell.What's there to worry about Gojo Satoru?

The strongest magician of mankind hummed a self-made ditty with a wild accent, walked around the residence specially prepared by the port mafia, and rummaged through the refrigerator for dessert.

--Yes.This is the room specially prepared by the Mafia for "newcomers who wholeheartedly joined the organization and defeated the guerrilla captain".

It is both coaxing and monitoring, not only showing closeness to newcomers with strong supernatural abilities, but also not letting down their vigilance at all until the superiors nod their heads for confirmation.

This is the well-organized and well-trained port mafia under the command of the leader.

Wu Tiaowu didn't think he was disobedient at all, on the contrary, he was as proud as You Rongyan.

As expected of his teacher~

How can a person who can turn the world around can't control an illegal violent group?

The Patriarch of the Wutiao family who thought this way did not have the consciousness that he should be a member of the decent camp. After stooping to look through the refrigerator for a while, he shouted out the window without seeing: "A serving of water yokan!"

The mafia downstairs in charge of surveillance: "..."

Why are you still ordering?

Gojo Satoru didn't think there was anything wrong at all: just like the Gojo family was completely defenseless against the teacher, he was in the teacher's port mafia, didn't he feel like he was at home~~ What are you doing so politely!

Maybe it was the inadvertent influence of the leader Dazai, or maybe it was the result of seizing the sovereignty of the Wujo family early.Compared with Gojo Satoru, another high school teacher from the "Original World", this patriarch obviously prefers traditional Japanese desserts in taste.

At this moment, the distance from the teacher is only a few feet away, and Gojo Satoru can't help but miss the water yokan that he acted like a baby in front of the teacher when he was young, and it's just a matter of course.

After stuffing himself with a mouthful of candied red beans contentedly (intimidating the mafia with 'Cang'), and tidying up his handsome appearance from head to toe, Gojo Satoru confidently waited for the news from his teacher.

He understands, he understands~ The mafia is very busy, and it is impossible for him to be really angry with the teacher. It is completely understandable to put him on play under mutual balance~

but.Just a day's rest.

Another day or something... don't even think about it! !

Gojo Satoru thought about this, and quickly patted his face with his hands, manually erasing the dangerous smile again.

no way.Teacher, he is such a gentle and cruel man sometimes.

Wujo Satoru fully understood.

——But is it true that the account that has been written down must wait until it is settled together?

Gojo Satoru didn't mind waiting.After all, after 20 years of waiting, it's just a day, so it's nothing.

(only,)

Lost and found.

This time, you can't force him to let go, can you?

If you lose the second time, Wujo Satoru doesn't know what he will do, right?

... What terrible thoughts are spinning in my head!You are decent!

And the human being whose thinking is infinitely closer to his teacher in an instant is the strongest, not even the slightest dangerous thought is revealed on his face.

In this regard, Gojo Satoru, who has undoubtedly received the teacher's true biography, pushed open the door, smiled and greeted the next door as if it was a coincidence: "Oh, what a coincidence~!" He smiled: "So you live here too! "

As if he didn't know it beforehand.

Atsushi Nakajima, a non-working teenager who was forcibly touched by his opponent yesterday, was not angry at all.

He smiled good-naturedly, quietly and gently.

"Morning. Mr. Gojo." The boy said.

Beside him, a white girl, Izumi Kyoka, stood silently.

When these two people appeared at the same time, even the sound in the air was absorbed.

Even in the sunny day, the two children were still trapped in the dark night, without the courage to come out.

"...Accordingly, I should give it a push." ​​Gojo Satoru looked down at the two boys and girls, and said in a deep voice, "It's hard to imagine that a teacher would raise a child like this....It was on purpose. ?"

The last sentence was really confusing, Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head, expressing his confusion.

Gojo Satoru laughed, showing a rare sense of reliability as a high school teacher of conjuration, and instead of rubbing Atsushi Nakajima's hair without authorization, he kept a distance and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry." The man said with confidence that no one knew where it came from, "There will always be a day in the dark night, and it will never go on like this forever. Because——"

Teacher, he is a gentle person.

The last sentence was chewed between his lips and teeth, and Gojo Satoru didn't say it.

Instead, the expression on the man's face changed again, relying on his height, he pressed Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder hard, and bullied another big white-haired cat unconsciously: "Let's go~" Wutiao Satoru complained without any burden, "Have I waited long enough?"

Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand what this man was thinking at all: He said he wanted to join the port mafia, but he showed no yearning or fear for violent organizations at all; he had an absolute defense that even a tiger couldn't break through, and when he lost But it didn't put him to death like any of his kind in the dark.

Could it be that this person never killed anyone?

His thoughts were confused for a moment, and Atsushi Nakajima quickly calmed down again, like every time he went on a mission, he turned into a "white god of death" who spread death in the world.

"Let's go. - the leader summoned."

Atsushi Nakajima said.

When he said these words, even the last trace of emotional fluctuations on the boy's face disappeared without a trace.

***

"Leader. I am Dun." Only one day later, the guerrilla captain stood in front of the leader's door—another door, "I brought the man."

Soon, a steady voice came from the communication device:

"Come in." The leader promised.

With this order, the European-style carved door opened.

This is not the chief's office.

Also located on the top floor, this room is used for hospitality.

No matter which side the guest came from, no matter what thoughts the guest had, no matter whether the guest lost a small piece of body tissue or only body tissue left when he went out.

In short, this reception room is only used on very occasional occasions.

Atsushi Nakajima is terrified by the implications behind this move.Even so, the boy still secretly tensed his body, he used himself to block Gojo Satoru's direction during his steps, and Tiger roared in his body.

——Even if he is well aware of the strength gap between the two, he is always ready to use himself to drag Gojo Satoru.

Therefore, Atsushi Nakajima was also the first to enter the door first.

He took a very quick glance at the room as he entered.

The one sitting on the single sofa facing the door is naturally the leader.

Today, it is also a jet-black overcoat that is so expensive that nobles can hardly find it, and a bright red scarf that is a status symbol.

The pale bandage still entangled the left eye so that no light could be seen, while the kite pupil on the right looked over with a slight smile.

The man crossed his legs, and his fingers were loosely crossed and placed on his knees.

Atsushi Nakajima looked to the side again, realizing that the leader was not alone, and heaved a sigh of relief.

... He strictly abides by the etiquette, kneeling down on one knee to salute in the respect and intimacy from the heart, before saying "Mr. Dazai", someone finally got impatient.

Gojo Satoru waited for such a long time, thinking that he had already grown up, that he had the patience of a hunter, that he could hide for a long time before the teacher showed his flaws and was snatched back to the lair by one bite,... all "he thought" It was "he thought", but it was just wishful thinking.

The second he saw the teacher, Gojo Satoru couldn't bear it any longer.

"It really made me wait!" Gojo Satoru said this, complaining loudly, and walked around from behind Atsushi Nakajima, extremely wronged: "You don't want to take the initiative to come to me at all, is it too much? Teacher!"

"..." The leader Dazai blinked and laughed, "Aren't you here?"

The man's voice is gentle, which makes people let down their guard.

The kite pupil not covered by the bandage looked at Gojo Satoru with a smile on his face.

From the soft and delicate white hair to those beautiful blue eyes.

From the features on that face, to that obviously well-trained body.

as well as,

In yesterday's report, it was said that he was "very arrogant", "looks down on people", and "only respects me", but now it is full of "If you don't come to coax me, I really can't coax me well!!" He even deliberately took advantage of his appearance to puff up his face naively coquettish expression.

Gojo Satoru is really going to make trouble!

"It's too perfunctory!" Man's strongest conjurer grumbled, "You don't care about me at all! Don't you ask?" Gojo Satoru turned his head with a "hum": "How have I been for so long? ? The new world is stable and unstable? Do the Gojo family still enjoy privileges? Are my students still troubled by twenty fingers?"

This adult man with a height of more than 1.9 meters is unreasonable, and he is more difficult than a girl in a couple's quarrel.At this moment, annoyed and dissatisfied, he urged:

"Ask now!"

... Standing behind the leader as a guard, Atsushi Nakajima almost popped his eyes in the face of the cocky cat whose performance was completely inconsistent with yesterday's invincibility, and whose personality was even ooc.

The leader Dazai is still smiling:

"Okay," he coaxed warmly, "how about the fingers?"

"..."

Wujo Wujo paused.

He is not a fool.

Can,--

With the last sliver of hope in his arms, he would rather believe that the teacher skipped the temptation of "there are only ten sealed fingers" on purpose, and would rather believe that the teacher's eyes, which were neither sad nor happy, looked at him because he had done something wrong.

"teacher……"

Gojo Satoru hoarse his voice slightly, desperately maintaining a normal smile on his face, and begged:

"It's been a long time....Can't you call my name?"

The leader followed suit and called softly:

"Five Lords."

Dazai said.