I'm surrounded by devil sisters!

He was a burly man over 1.9 meters tall, with a bronze complexion, a square face, a scar on the left corner of his forehead, and a burly figure like a large double-door refrigerator. The cloth shoes on his feet and the hair tied up at the back of his head easily reminded people of adjectives like "trained martial artist".

And the most important thing is that the other person is wearing the uniform of Jujutsu High School... Is he a student?

But this face looks like he's almost thirty years old. Is there a level retention mechanism in the Jujutsu High School or is he really growing up too fast?

The boy raised his brow in surprise.

Beside her, Busujima Saeko sighed helplessly, "Aoi Todou, a first-class sorcerer, a third-year student at Kyoto Jutsu High School, who once hunted down a special-grade cursed spirit alone and loves challenging powerful opponents... unexpectedly ran into trouble here."

"Mr. Ijichi has passed away, so there's no need to be so dedicated." Hanakaiin Fukui reminded.

But Busujima Saeko just shook her head.

"No, I'm not flattering."

As expected, as the two finished their words, the burly man in cloth shoes who was just making a fuss at the school gate a few seconds ago actually raised his legs and walked towards them, followed by a short-haired black girl who was also wearing the Kyoto Jujutsu High School uniform.

"Hey! Why aren't you answering my question? Look, you're wearing your school uniform now... Yeah, I know you. You're Saeko Busujima, a third-year student in Tokyo, right? You're quite famous. I heard you once killed a special-grade cursed spirit all by yourself."

"so?"

The kendo girl put one hand on the sword bag and seemed to be in a defensive posture.

In stark contrast to the calm tone she used when chatting with Hanakaiin Fukui, there was a chill in Busujima Saeko's tone at this moment, and she looked like a wintersweet blooming on a winter night, with a sharp knife light splitting the drifting snowflakes.

"Nothing, I just wanted to compete with you."

Toudou Aoi grinned and raised his hand to hook his fingers.

"Although I also look down on men who use their physical advantages to wantonly bully women, since we are both first-level sorcerers and have both hunted special-grade cursed spirits alone, it means that the difference in strength between us should be similar. I also know that you won't be attending this exchange meeting, so since it's so rare to meet, we might as well do it today..."

"No time, get out of the way."

These four simple words interrupted the strong man's chatter.

Huakaiyuan Fogui snapped his fingers lightly, and the huge black coffin rose from the ground again, breaking out of the ground right under the former's feet and covering him. In just a moment, it completed the top and sealed him inside.

The originally noisy school gate suddenly became quiet.

"Toudou?!"

The girl in school uniform with short black hair was startled by the sudden change, and hurried to the black coffin standing on the ground, knocking on it, trying to find out what was inside.

Huakaiyuan Fogui stretched his body.

"It's clean."

"You...what did you do!?"

After knocking several times without hearing any sound from her companion in the black coffin, the girl with short black hair suddenly turned around and pulled out a revolver from somewhere, pointing the black muzzle directly at Huakaiyuan Fogui.

Then the number of black coffins at the school gate increased from one to two.

Busujima Saeko "..."

Chapter 71 Who are you to test me?

After crossing the central avenue paved with bluestone slabs, the two of them soon arrived at the meeting place.

It was a classical Japanese-style high-rise building located in the heart of the Tokyo Jujutsu High School. It looked a bit like the Kiyomizu stage at Kiyomizu-dera Temple in Kyoto. It was over 20 meters high, and the base was made of thick, crisscrossed solid wood, like a scaffolding on a construction site, with each grid forming the most stable triangular structure.

The base accounts for three-quarters of the total height, while only the top quarter is actually used as a residential building.

Looking out from the south-facing windows of the top floor, one can see the entire central avenue below, including the school gate, all the way to the foot of the mountain, including the distant mountains and waters.

The scenery is nice, but the construction method is a bit too wasteful of wood.

When you come to the bottom of the building, you will find that there is also a new idea in the ancient style. An elevator that goes directly up and down stands in the base facing south. It is difficult to find it without walking closer and taking a closer look.

They entered the elevator and went up. After about half a minute, when the elevator door opened again, they had arrived at the top floor of the building.

Outside the elevator is a corridor running east to west. The elevator is located at the end of the corridor. To the right is a Japanese-style room with a sliding door half open.

"Here we are."

Busujima Saeko said softly.

As the journey drew closer to the end, the expression on the kendo girl's face inevitably became a little restrained.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Although she could talk to Hanakaiin Bukyou, the representative of the Hanakaiin family in Kyoto, on an equal footing, that was because the two knew each other's identities after they met first, and because they were of similar age and the latter did not like these red tape.

Just like if your leader’s friends are easy-going and like to joke around with you, it doesn’t mean you can turn around and joke around with your own leader.

As the daughter of a samurai family, Busujima Saeko is well aware of this.

She no longer walked side by side with the boy, but walked in front as if leading the way, and stopped in front of the Japanese-style room door.

Even though the sliding door was half open, he didn't walk in directly. Instead, he said "excuse me" before reaching out to open the door.

A girl with long blue hair stood by the inner door, standing straight like a sentry on duty.

Inside the room, an old man wearing a kimono, with white hair and beard and sunken eye sockets, sat on the sofa on the left.

"Gui'an, Principal of Leyan Temple, and..."

Busujima Saeko greeted him politely, but when she shifted her gaze to the right, what caught her eye was a cynical figure with white hair sitting on the sofa on the right.

"Gojo-sensei? Why is Gojo-sensei here? Where is Principal Yemo?"

"Ahaha, good afternoon, Busujima-san~"

Gojo Satoru, who was caught in the act, showed no sign of embarrassment at all. He showed a cute smile as if he had gotten away with it, and suddenly changed his tone and waved towards the surprised kendo girl outside the door.

"Because I was really curious, I decided to come and see for myself. I bribed Mr. Ijichi a little and asked him to give the fake schedule to Principal Yaga. So now it's probably still... well, about two hours before Principal Yaga arrives."

"..."

Principal Noctua will explode, right?

The kendo girl couldn't help but think.

"Alright, alright, don't worry about so many details. As the saying goes, those who pay attention to details are the worst. So what about our Hanakaiin-kun? Aren't you responsible for picking him up, Busujima-san?"

"Ah yes, classmate Fogui is here now..."

However, before the girl could finish her words, the voice of the boy, who should have been in the corridor outside the door, suddenly rang out in the Japanese-style room.

"I'm right here."

!!!

The calm words were like thunderclaps out of the blue, and in an instant, everyone in the room stopped moving.

Only the old man sitting on the sofa on the left suddenly looked up with his eyes wide open in anger.

It was a pair of hands, gently resting on his shoulders from behind.

And he was completely unaware.

……

When did Huakaiyuan Buddha Gui come in?

do not know.

Yoshinobu Rakuganji, who was caught off guard with his shoulders pressed, didn't see it.

The two girls standing at the door didn't see it.

Even Gojo Satoru, who possessed the "Six Eyes" that only appeared once every few hundred years in the Gojo family legend, did not see it.

Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible. The six eyes are a special trait passed down from the ancestors of the Gojo family and are also a prerequisite for using unlimited techniques. Their function is to give people an almost infinite field of vision, just like a 360-degree space telescope installed in the sky and then directly connected to the brain.

Not only can it see far, but it can also see clearly. Its precision is such that it can directly see the fluctuations of the opponent's magic power and the trajectory of the magic power, thereby predicting the type and method of the opponent's upcoming technique.

In other words, if it is a trick like an sleight of hand, it will definitely not be able to escape the detection of the six eyes.

But Gojo Satoru didn't react at all.

What does this mean?

This means there are only two possible reasons: either Gojo Satoru was deliberately playing a prank and cooperating with the acting, and he clearly saw it but deliberately didn't say anything.

Or maybe Hanakaiin Buddha's speed was so fast that even Rokugan couldn't react in time.

However, judging by the former's expression, the answer is obviously the latter.

"This is really..."

Gojo Satoru held his forehead with his hand and smiled helplessly.

However, he quickly adjusted his mentality, raised his hands and waved them as if throwing.

"Alright, alright, there's no need to be so tense. We've finally got some time to meet each other, so why make things so tense right off the bat?"

"Is it?"

The young man looked up over the old man's head on the sofa, which had become bald for who knows how many years, and looked directly into his blue eyes, which were as pure as the sky after a rainstorm.

Inside the room, Busujima Saeko, who had just walked in and closed the sliding door behind her, was secretly surprised when she saw this scene.

That Gojo Satoru actually took off his eyepatch...

Although she had never witnessed it in person, she had heard that Gojo Satoru would only remove his eyepatch when he was preparing for a serious battle.

But now he has to take off the blindfold just to have a conversation. Is it so exaggerated?

"It seems that my students are grateful for your warm welcome." Le Yansi's old voice said in a low voice.

"Don't try that. The one who teases first is the cheap one."

Huakaiyuan Fogui shrugged and pulled his hands away from the old man's shoulders. He walked around the sofa for a short while and came to the single sofa in the middle that looked like the main seat of a conference table. He sat down steadily.

There is no need for pretense of playing strong cards slowly; the reactions and attitudes of others when he appears here speak for themselves.

With a light snap of his fingers, the two black coffins that stood motionless like stone tablets at the distant school gate facing the window of the high pavilion collapsed in an instant.

Two figures emerged from it.

Of course he was still alive and not hurt at all, but he looked a little tired after struggling in there for a long time... Well, it was also possible that he was simply exhausted.

After all, being locked up in a dark little room without being able to see or hear anything and having to stand is really torturous. From a psychological point of view, it can even be called torture.

The boy yawned in boredom.

"I know what your Jujutsu Association is planning. They simply think I'm too young to represent the Hanakaiin family. They had Busujima-senpai explain this and that to me along the way, laying the groundwork for the pressure later. Then they had two students guard the door. Ostensibly, they were targeting Busujima-senpai, but in reality, they wanted to teach me a lesson."

"I just wonder if you've ever considered this: Is it possible that my strength is beyond the reach of your level of probing?"

"You're playing this game in front of me, haven't you considered what would happen if I got angry and killed you all?"

"..."

"..."

Before they had even sat down and spoken a few words, the air was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Busujima Saeko silently tightened the sword bag in her hand.

Explaining the history of the founding of Huakaiyuan Buddhist Academy to her on the way was indeed the task assigned to her by the association. Both parties had been frank about this from the beginning, so there would definitely not be any hostility.

But even so, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be affected once the fight really started.

Even if it was just an unintentional aftermath.

Just when everyone thought that the roof would be blown off by the full-power explosion of cursed power and spiritual power in the next second and they would start fighting each other, a rather slender hand stood up.

It’s Gojo Satoru.

He raised his hand in the standard posture of an elementary school student answering a question in class, then turned to look at the young man on the single sofa at the side and pointed at Leyan Temple opposite, making a strange muffled sound with his nose pinched.

"Let me make it clear that this matter has nothing to do with us. I wasn't even specifically asked by the association to come negotiate with you, Brother Hua Kaiyuan. I just came along out of curiosity to see what's going on. So if you want to fight, just beat up that old man over there."

"Gojo Satoru!!"

Hearing such nonsensical and shameless remarks, Leyan Temple instantly widened his eyes, even wider than when Huakaiyuan Fugui pressed his shoulders with both hands just now.

It can be seen that this 80-pound old man is experiencing the test of the limit of cardiovascular endurance at this time. The veins on his bald forehead are bulging, as if his dentures are about to be broken.

If it weren't for the last string of rationality in his mind still being pulled, he would have almost burst into curses.

Whose side are you (TM) on, Gojo Satoru?!

The white-haired young man spread his hands innocently: "I'm just telling the truth. The candidates originally designated by the association were you, old man, and Principal Ye Moth. I'm just a passerby~"