Chapter 65 A sound
It rained non-stop.
Sendai seems to particularly like rainy days in mid-March. It has been raining since last night. The unopened buds on the cherry tree branches have been knocked off, and the scattered petals are washed on the streets by the rain.
When I went out this morning, it was still drizzling. After nightfall, the world became silent, and the rain made a noise in the dark night.
The various buildings were blurred into uneven color blocks by the rain curtain, and heavy rainwater splashed on the windowsill.
The cold smell of rain mixed with the smell of rust, and the rain rolled up the scattered petals and flowed through the soles of the feet.
There are actually cherry blossom trees in this place.
Satoru Gojo put his hands in his pockets and looked at the cherry trees next to the building in a daze.
Spider-web-like cracks on the wall extend in all directions. In the center of the spider web, the curse spirit is well embedded in the center, with scattered gravel underneath. The curse spirit embedded in the center is twitching like a spasm, making sporadic noises. The moment he sobbed and blurted out, he was covered up by the rustling rain.
An unknown force plowed a ravine on the ground. This ravine went straight forward, with a cursed spirit at one end and a man with the presence of the old god standing at the entrance.
"You're not dead yet?" The moment Satoru Gojo took his hand out of his pocket, he was still holding his phone.
There seemed to be a big hole in the sky, but no light fell into the city. The patter of rain echoed in the silent rainy night, and the neon lights on the billboards lit up in the distance jumped and changed.
The black rainy night was noisy and silent, except for the whispering sound of rain, which was a whisper of curses and full of negative emotions.
"No...I don't want...I don't want...!"
The indescribable monster roared hysterically, and the hatred at this moment spurted out. It was huge and rich, as if it wanted to tear apart human skin and bite human bones, and the strong hatred almost swallowed people up.
White and purple lightning tore through the sky, and the rain knocked down the drooping flower buds, falling to the soil and staining them with mud.
The wind carried a strong fishy stench and blew into my face. The slender branches of the cherry trees were overwhelmed by the wind and rain, making a squeaking whine.
"Spell Reversal·H"
The thick wall was torn apart in straight lines, the steel bars tied to the concrete structure were broken, and the broken glass was scattered in the rain curtain, stained with rain and mud, and fell to the ground with a crash.
The entire building was directly penetrated by a single blow, and a deep ravine was plowed out on the rain-soaked ground, extending into the forest of trees.
Satoru Gojo didn't even raise his head. He kept looking down at his mobile phone. The screen of his mobile phone quietly emitted a bright white light in the calm rainy night.
——Satoru, have you ever thought about finding Little Red Hair?
The smell of blood in the air seemed to have not dissipated yet, mixed with the smell of rust and earthy smell that entered his nose, and the sound of rain seemed to echo in his ears.
Satoru Gojo pursed his lips.
The man in embarrassment leaned against the wall, and the blood dyed his white bottom clothes into a dazzling red. He spoke half mockingly, half jokingly.
——You're not... afraid to go find her, are you?
In fact, they understand from the bottom of their hearts that non-spellers and spellcasters are completely different worlds. Although they advertise that "this red-haired guy hits people hard" and "this little red-haired guy is so fierce", in their hearts, the bottom line is I still classified the little red-haired boy at that time into the category of 'non-spellcaster'.
There is no such thing as a death without regrets for a magician. The shadows in the other world are too dense and dangerous. A magician living there may have his hair cut off anytime and anywhere. Either he will be eaten by the curse spirit, or he will be cursed to death by the curse master.
Satoru Gojo is the strongest. The strongest will not worry about other ways to die besides old age. So far, there is no existence that can kill him.
He is very strong, and he has almost no weaknesses. His only weakness is probably... He who is the strongest cannot protect everyone.
At first glance, Xiao Hongmao is the kind of person who is not suitable to be a magician. He is too ignorant and stubborn, and his character is as white as a piece of white paper, and can be stained with any color.
It's easy to kill the curse spirit, but those stinky old men in the upper echelons of the curse world are all heartless and evil-minded. Little Red Hair's IQ may go up or down at varying times, and there's no telling what they will do to her.
Satoru Gojo, who was born in the world of magic, has seen many such things, including many in his family. His best friend Suguru Geto is a good example.
Those malices will make her heart gloomy and break her spine. It is impossible to be sure whether Little Red Hair will be drowned in these malices, and it is also impossible to be sure whether she will live well, just like he has never been before. I never thought that the strange bangs who always talked about magicians and wanted to protect non-magicians would defect and kill all the ordinary people in a village.
Fragile things will die sooner or later. Even if the little red hair is not fragile, he is not completely sure that the little red hair will not suddenly become the second Suguru Geto one day.
The red-haired man's thoughts were wandering, he could catch them, but he couldn't catch them all.
This feeling is heartbreaking.
…
Secretly, he didn't want to see that red color lose its bright luster.
I wanted to see her, but I tried my best to restrain my desire to find her.
…
There is too much filth in the inner world, so you might as well live in the outer world. Live quietly, live like an ordinary person, study, graduate, work, enter ordinary society, get married...
…
etc.
…
How could it be repaired? Why was he so angry when he thought about Xiao Hongmao marrying another man and having children?
…
The cursed spirit has been exorcised. Once it goes down, it will die without even ashes. As for the remaining dirt, just leave it to the "window" to deal with.
Satoru Gojo gritted his teeth, walked out of the abandoned building, and fell headlong into the torrential rain. He didn't even hold an umbrella. He knew whether he had any lower-limit spells. As long as his spells were not turned off, the rain wouldn't hit him. .
…
——There’s no need to involve her, right?
In the final analysis, although she is the child of the last descendant of the Kawabata family, she is a little red-haired girl with absolutely zero magic power. It is better for her to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person, and there is no need to go to the world of magic.
—That’s not what your expression tells me.
Suguru Geto, who was leaning against the wall, covered his broken right hand and smiled. Perhaps because of the blood on his face, he smiled with a certain energy, like a cunning old fox.
——Well...well, it's a parting gift.
Suguru Geto said softly.
——Go to Sendai to find Xiao Hongmao. She is now a teacher at Shanzawa High School.
——If you don’t go to her, someone else will go.
The rain dyed the orange lights, the water flowed turbulently under the feet, and Suguru Geto's voice gently echoed in the ears.
Ah, it's so annoying.
When she thought about Xiao Hongmao marrying another man and having children in the future, when she thought about how she would slowly forget about him, she might not remember him in the end.
He's just, well, annoying.
The lights in the 24-hour convenience store spilled onto the road from the other end of the glass window. Scattered raindrops jumped on the water. The lights splashed onto the umbrella covered with cats. The umbrella rotated, and the red hair tail was hanging on the umbrella. Bottom swaying.
The other person was holding an umbrella, carrying shoes in his hand, his feet were bare, his ankles were slender, and his skin was as fair as jade.
Fragments of light fell onto the rain-filled road, swaying like flowers.
Satoru Gojo stepped forward, pulled down his blindfold, turned off the unlimited technique, stepped forward, bent down, and stretched out his hand to lift a little of the umbrella.
"I didn't bring an umbrella. Can you support me~"
The final sound is elongated and the intonation rises and falls.
His eyes met the amber, cat-like eyes under the umbrella. The delicate eyelashes were clearly visible and a little moist.
The rustling sound of rain lingered in my ears, lingering for a long time.
As always, I wanted to kiss those eyes.
*
What should you do if you come home in the middle of the night and meet a big cat you haven’t seen for a long time?
Of course I took it home.
The big cat didn't bring an umbrella and had no place to go. It ran up to her all wet and left people on the roadside. It really went against the conscience of Yayoi, a cat lover.
So Yayoi sneaked back home with Satoru Gojo and entered the house. Yayoi found slippers for Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo subconsciously wanted to find the light switch in the living room, but was dragged by Yayoi who looked a little guilty. The dog walked quietly upstairs.
Satoru Gojo looked up and down Yayoi's bedroom. There was a bookshelf, a wardrobe, a bed, and a cat pillow on the bed. The lights in the room gave off a warm orange halo. Outside the window, there was rustling rain. The curtains dropped quietly, the lamp on the table lowered its head, and the picture frame was covered on the table, maybe it was accidentally knocked over.
Simple and clean.
It’s still the same style as many years ago.
This hasn't changed.
Yayoi went back and forth and pulled out several pieces of clothing from the closet. She pulled them back and forth several times, but none of them were suitable for Satoru Gojo. He was too tall and was wearing her skirt before. Even higher.
Yayoi suddenly thought of Yuji Itadori. He was also a man. Oudou had a lot of tendons and was close to Satoru Gojo's height and physique. Maybe he had clothes suitable for Satoru Gojo.
But then I thought about it, Yuji Itadori had already gone to bed, and the rain was cold late at night, so Yayoi stopped thinking about disturbing Yuji Itadori, and finally pulled out a large-sized T-shirt of his own and a pair of loose pants from the closet. .
"You should take a shower first." Yayoi stuffed the clothes to him. "You'll catch a cold."
"Just turn left when you exit the bathroom. Keep your voice down." Yayoi told him at the end.
Satoru Gojo took the clothes, looked at the clothes and then at Yayoi, who was also wet. He kicked off his shoes and walked into her room. He opened the closet, pulled out a nightgown hanging on the hanger, and stuffed it into Yayoi's hand. inside.
The adult man, who was taller than Yayoi and had a lot of tendons, picked up Hong Mao's back collar for the first time in a long time, turned left when he went out, and quickly placed the person at the bathroom door.
"You wash first." Satoru Gojo said, and finally reminded her, "You may catch a cold."
Yayoi hugged her clothes and said from the bottom of her heart: "I won't get sick."
"Hurry up and wash it~" Satoru Gojo shrugged, his hair was still stained with water, and it was shiny under the light, "I'm so cold, I'm going to catch a cold. If I catch a cold, you have to be responsible for me~"
Yayoi really can't guess what the big cat is thinking. If it's cold, why don't you just wash it first?
But it seems that if Yayoi doesn't wash, he won't go in.
Yayoi thought for a while and felt that she couldn't defeat Maomao, so she turned around and walked back to the room.
"Eh~ Won't you wash it?" Satoru Gojo tilted his head, like a big cat with its head tilted.
"You only brought me a skirt." Yayoi looked at Satoru Gojo super seriously.
No underwear was taken.
Satoru Gojo: "..."
White Cat understands instantly.
After running back to the room and taking out his underwear, he ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Yayoi pushed Satoru Gojo into the bathroom.
"Hurry up and wash it." Yayoi put the big cat in the bathroom and closed the door.
The sound of rushing water echoed in the bathroom, and the running water washed the smooth floor of the bathroom.
It was still raining outside, hazy water vapor filled the bathroom, and the pouring rain knocked on the bathroom window.
The warm water washed over the surface of the body, washing away the coldness caught in the rain and the bloody smell of the cursed spirit, and flowed into the sewer along with the water flowing down the body.
The eyelashes are hung with clear water drops, and the warm water soothes the body. The body curves washed by the warm water are smooth and the muscles are full. Every cell seems to be sighing in comfort.
After the ends of the hair were stained with water, they hung down meekly, and water droplets secreted along the ends of the hair little by little, dripping onto the bathroom floor where there was a thin layer of water.
Satoru Gojo looked at the things in the bathroom calmly.
Skin cream, shower gel, shampoo, facial cleanser, and clothes hangers are neatly arranged. There is also a bathtub by the window. There is a water-spraying head hanging on the wall, and the smooth ceramic tiles are stained with water vapor. .
Standard bathroom equipment.
But……
Satoru Gojo's eyes passed over a bottle of shampoo, and a line of small words on the label clearly said 'For Men Only'.
"Gojo, you didn't get a towel."
There was a knock on the door outside the bathroom, and Yayoi's voice entered the bathroom.
Satoru Gojo suppressed the gloom in his eyes, put on the cunning feline look on his brows, opened the bathroom door, and poked his head to reveal a wet cat head.
The wet hair lay obediently on the head, the water droplets secreted from the ends of the hair dripping down, and the pale blue eyes were still filled with hazy mist.
Satoru Gojo saw the little red-haired girl holding a towel at a glance. Compared to more than ten years ago, she had grown a lot taller. The lines on her face were mature, and her facial features became more delicate after they were opened. Her amber eyes were like those of a cat. He was wearing a nightgown that he pulled out from the closet. On the nightgown was a white cat head, with red hair sticking to his cheeks, bright as fire in the cold rainy night.
The water vapor and light in the bathroom filled the air from the crack in the door. Satoru Gojo poked out a cat head from inside, and Yayoi carefully covered his handsome face with a towel.
Satoru Gojo: "...Thank you?"
Yayoi: "You're welcome."
Satoru Gojo: "..."
Suddenly I feel that my life is a bit difficult.
*
The warm orange lights set off the rain-stained windows, and the pattering rain stuck to the windows and slid down.
Hearing the sound of pouring rain, Yuji Itadori sleepily lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked out of the room, dimly seeing the dim lights.
On a humid and cold rainy day, my throat was unexpectedly dry, and the water in my throat seemed to have evaporated completely.
Through the bathroom door, he could see the bright lights inside, and Yuji Itadori subconsciously thought it was his sister coming back.
The bathroom door was slowly pushed open, and the little tiger was stunned as he watched an unknown man with white hair and blue eyes slowly walk out.
Little Tiger:? ? ?
When the two parties met their eyes, each other was stunned for a moment. The other party didn't feel guilty at all. He was standing at the door of the bathroom openly, wearing only a steaming towel around his waist. His bangs were wet with water and lay obediently on his forehead. Water dripped down thinly, with full muscles and smooth curves. It was obvious that he was an adult man, but just looking at his face, he didn't look much older than him.
The little tiger was confused, and the big cat across from him was stunned for a moment when he saw this male creature suddenly appearing in the little red hair's house. Then he thought of the bottle of men's shampoo in the bathroom, and his eyes became much more ferocious. .
"Who are you?" The little tiger was confused, "Why do you appear in my bathroom in the middle of the night?"
Satoru Gojo's face darkened visibly to the naked eye, and dark clouds gathered in the blink of an eye.
The man spoke slowly, his low tone unable to hide the gloom in his heart, "Where did you come from, a sneaky cat?"
Unexplained smoke filled the air at the door of Itadori's bathroom. Lightning outside the window tore through the sky. Taking advantage of his height advantage, the white cat looked down at the little tiger.
Yuji Itadori stood at the door of the bathroom with bewildered eyes.
What's going on with this guy?
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The author has something to say:
Gojo Cat: I discovered a naughty cat other than Fat Orange. I really hate naughty cats!
Little Tiger:? ? ?
Little Tiger: The world of adults is so complicated.
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