Chapter 110 Bright night light
The black dome echoed the roar of the train, and the moonlight passed through the layers of billowing clouds and splashed along the gaps to the railway tracks across the city.
It was raining lightly outside the window, and the fine raindrops fell on my cheeks, giving me a cold feeling.
Yuji Itadori closed the glass of the window.
"Sister, do you want some water?" Yuji Itadori handed her a bottle of water.
Yayoi paused after coming back to his senses and took the bottle of water.
The train passed through the tunnel, and the amplified roar was like a sudden explosion of thunder. The long train ran over the silver rails and slid into the tunnel.
The long dragon made of steel tore through the air and stirred up a gust of wind. After the train rushed out of the tunnel, the bright headlights cut through the darkness shrouded in the mountains.
Yayoi put the water on the simple table on the seat. The train ran through the black forest, and the water in the plastic bottle trembled slightly.
She suddenly thought of the little goldfish she had raised before.
On the last Saturday of July every year, a grand fireworks display is held on the Sumida River. Beautiful fireworks explode on the banks of the Sumida River. The neon lights and firework lights make the city as bright as day.
In the bustling streets, people crowded through the festival shrine, and colorful fireworks fell into the world.
She suddenly remembered 'Dad'.
'Dad''s face is only a vague outline in the memory. 'Dad' wears shirts and suits most of the time, and his appearance is quite decent, because he is an office worker, and office workers can be seen everywhere in Tokyo.
When I was very young, there weren’t actually that many arguments at home. The family was fairly harmonious. The father worked outside to support the family, the mother stayed at home, and there were young children. This was an ordinary and warm family.
The annual fireworks display is one of the liveliest festivals, with men and women coming and going like a school of fish. 'Dad' will put Yayoi on his shoulders to prevent her little one from being scattered by the crowd.
She remembered that her father had caught a little goldfish for her, with red scales and a thin gauze-like tail dancing in the water. The tiny goldfish was in a plastic bag, looking at her with ignorant eyes. .
She found a fish tank for the little goldfish, put it in the fish tank very carefully, and fed the little goldfish on time, but it still died, with its fragile belly turned out on the water. Its small body was as fragile as Withered branches.
The delicate raindrops turned into big raindrops, pattering outside the car window, and the glass window was blurred by the rain.
"fish."
Propping up his chin on his arms, Yayoi cupped his chin and looked at the swaying plastic bottle in the water.
"What fish?" Yuji Itadori tilted his head, his face full of confusion.
"I think he looks like a fish, a small fish." Yayoi held his chin, his red hair scattered on his shoulders, "Shunpei."
Yuji Itadori paused, he was a little curious about this metaphor, "Why do you say that?"
"I used to raise a little goldfish." Yayoi lowered his eyelashes.
The steel-forged train was still running across the wilderness, and the light and shadow inside the carriage trembled slightly.
"It can only stay in the fish tank." Yayoi said softly, "Because it is a goldfish, pitiful and fragile."
The child was running around in an abandoned warehouse to avoid the cursed spirit. He was thin, frail and embarrassed. When they first met, it reminded her of the little goldfish she raised a long time ago.
Fragile and thin.
"Little and helpless."
Being driven away, excluded, and bullied, but the arrogance of not being able to blend in with the crowd is engraved in his bones, even if he is beaten repeatedly and insulted repeatedly, he is unwilling to ask for help, unwilling to bow his head, and unwilling to cry.
The dull and dusty olive green pupils were tired and tired, but anger and resentment overflowed from the cracks.
If you just leave it alone, it won't be long before you accidentally enter another large tank and drown.
"My head is so hot that I invited him to have a midnight snack." Yayoi blinked, "That mobile ramen restaurant is quite delicious."
The braised eggs also taste good.
Yuji Itadori thought about fish and Yoshino Junpei, scratched his pink hair, "I still feel that the metaphor of fish is weird."
When he raised his eyes, white fingers touched his forehead, bent and stretched, and stretched gently on Yuji Itadori's forehead.
"Because it is a small fish that has not grown up." Yayoi put away his hand, "If you run into the sea without permission, you will easily drown in the sea."
As Mr. Nanami said, children need to be taken care of by adults.
Because of mature and reliable adults, there will be cute children, and cute children will grow up to become mature and reliable adults.
Yuji Itadori, whose forehead was hurt by a headache, covered his forehead with tears, and grimaced in pain. He raised his hand to touch the forehead that had been hurt, paused, and put down his hand.
His eyes fell on the intertwined hands, and Yuji Itadori lowered his eyelashes. He knew what his sister was talking about.
In the society of ordinary people, there is also the possibility of magicians appearing. The magic college is equivalent to a transition point, absorbing magicians from ordinary people, and at the same time providing them with the environment to slowly adapt to the magic world, and to be bold and bold. To break away from ordinary society and break into the world of magic is to seek death.
He himself is the best example. If Satoru Gojo hadn't taken him into the high school, he would probably be chased around the world by the people who were chasing him by now. The "Sunuo container" is really not that easy to use. ah.
The big boy, who had been through hell, put his hand on the chest where the cursed king once had his heart ripped out.
"That stitched face, why do you want to touch Junpei?" Yuji Itadori's face became ugly.
On the day of the movie theater incident, the appearance of the cursed spirit was so similar to that of humans that Yoshino Junpei was stunned for a long time. After a while, he saw three people who were unrecognizable. The warning Yayoi had given him told him that no matter whether the other party was a human or a curse, Spirits are not something he can contact.
Eyeballs that exploded out of their sockets like glass balls, wantonly proliferated bones, and deformed muscles. Junpei Yoshino subconsciously pretended that he saw nothing and left the cinema as if nothing had happened. He wanted to stay away from the culprit, but he was at the corner of the street. , bumped into this devil-like guy.
The rain was pouring, mud and water seeped from the gaps between the stone bricks on the wall, and the wires in the alley were tangled up.
The cursed spirit, which was no different from a human being, put its hand on his head.
"The structure of your brain is very interesting." The suture spirit said with a smile, "I need a card, a card that can be used for me."
"Oh, by the way, have you ever played cards?"
The laughter sounded like normal playfulness, but Yoshino Junpei felt that every cell in his body was trembling.
Ijichi investigated Yoshino Junpei's family background. Yoshino Junpei's family background is innocent. His mother is an ordinary office worker. His father divorced his mother a few years ago, and his current job has nothing to do with the magic world.
He left the dirt blatantly, for fear that others would not know it was him. He left the "account" at Sato Sakura High School, blatantly contacted Yuji Itadori, and blatantly contacted Liang Miansu Nuo. On the contrary, he lost everything and almost lost everything. Being filmed by a thousand-year-old man and having a meal.
Yayoi paused, "Maybe... I want to contact you through Junpei."
Junpei, the Sukuro finger who was left at Yoshinoya, the "account" left by Sao Sakura High School, and the impostor who passed by.
She had reasonable suspicion that these bastards were working together and wanted to mess with her brother and Satoru Gojo.
"To be precise, it was contact with Su Nuo."
She knew her brother so well.
Always put others before yourself. Everyone will have a balance in their heart. When weighing interests, most people's balance will tilt towards themselves, but Yuji Itadori's balance will tilt towards others.
Fear of death is human instinct, and it is also Yuji Itadori's instinct. But if these instincts are faced with other people's life and death, he will most likely be thrown away, even if he has to make a deal with the devil.
Yuji Itadori clenched his fists, the veins on his wrists popped out, and his face was sunk in the shadow of the light. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "It's Su Nuo again."
"If you say it has nothing to do with Su Nuo, it doesn't mean it doesn't matter. If there is a relationship, it doesn't really matter." Yayoi continued.
Yuji Itadori paused and looked up with confusion, "Why do you say that?"
"If Su Nuo really had something to do with them, then he wouldn't have stitched his face together." Yayoi said, "You are the "Su Nuo container." If they want to contact Su Nuo, they must go through you. If you don't Agree, then nothing happens. "
Yuji Itadori felt that he understood why the sutured face was an exception. He could directly touch the soul of Rangmian Sunuo. Logically speaking, Yuji Itadori's own will did not matter to him. The guy still gave Rangmian Sunuo a piece, which was not close. Sliced into sashimi, like a typical——
"He broke into a private house privately and was beaten by the head of the household after being discovered." Yayoi said with a grimace.
"The hot face was pressed against Su Nuo's cold ass." Yuji Itadori added.
The two siblings were silent.
Putting it this way, it seems that there is no serious illness.
But something seemed wrong.
Yuji Itadori scratched his hair and had a flash of inspiration. He clenched his right fist into the palm of his left hand and looked at his sister, "Sister, have you noticed that you have become smarter tonight?"
"I also think I've become smarter." Yayoi agreed with a grin on his face.
Yuji Itadori: "..."
His sister's IQ really goes up and down at irregular intervals.
Yayoi paused and looked into Yuji Itadori's eyes. The amber pupils contained soft light. Yuji Itadori was embarrassed by her look. After moving his buttocks, he found that his sister was still looking at him. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore. Living.
"Sister, why are you looking at me like this?" Little Tiger scratched his face.
"Do you think this is your fault?" Yayoi said.
Yuji Itadori choked.
This train was the last one today, and there were no people on the late train. After his thoughts were exposed on the spot, the carriage fell into silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Yuji Itadori pursed his lips and lowered his head, like a dejected puppy.
"Yeah." After a long time, he weakly uttered a syllable.
"Are you the one who wants to kill Junpei?" Yayoi asked.
Yuji Itadori shook his head, why would he want to kill Junpei?
"Are you the one who wants to stick to Su Nuo's cold ass?"
Yuji Itadori shook his head vigorously. It sounded disgusting to stick to Su Nuo's cold ass. He would rather have his web browsing history exposed than do such a bad thing.
"You didn't do anything." Yayoi said decisively, "You are a vessel for double-dealing. It doesn't mean that you did the bad things he did. Besides, he didn't do anything today."
Yayoi pinched his brother's face and purred his hair.
"There are hopeless people everywhere." Yayoi said seriously, "When you do evil, you don't want to bear the sins you committed, so you just blame others. If you take it seriously, aren't you? Encourage them to do more bad things?"
"We are all adults, and adults should take responsibility for the mistakes they make." Yayoi patted his head, "Why are you worrying so much?"
"Junpei hasn't..." Yuji Itadori touched his pink head and subconsciously wanted to show off his hair, but was stopped by his sister's eyes.
"Then Junpei..."
"I will move to Tokyo with Sister Xiaonagi." Yayoi said, "I will send you their home address later, and you can go and play with them."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"No, I just think it's weird that you call me auntie, Nagi-san." Yuji Itadori scratched his face.
"She will also be happy if you call her Nagi-nee." Yayoi blinked.
"oh."
Yuji Itadori shrank his head, thinking that if he called him that, wouldn't Junpei become his nephew?
"Everyone can discuss it on their own." Yuji Itadori smiled, "After all, I only have one sister."
*
Two days later, in the early morning, the Conjuring High School welcomed a new student, who was recommended for admission by Nanami Kento.
Whether it was due to the child's special characteristics or the overall situation, if he left it alone, he could not predict what would happen next. What's more, after such a thing happened, due to circumstances and reasons, this child was no longer suitable to continue to know nothing. Now we are living in the world of ordinary people.
Nanami Kento thought about it and decided that this was the most appropriate decision at the moment. The world of magic was really not a good place to end up, but it was still helpless. Among all the problems, the biggest one was that the first grade teacher was Satoru Gojo.
Before enrolling in school, Nanami Kento solemnly bowed and apologized to the confused Yoshino Junpei.
"Sorry, Yoshino-san, I pushed you into a cesspit." These were Nanami Kento's original words.
But the child was frightened.
On the day of admission, all the first and second graders went out on missions, and there were no other students in the high school. In the evening, Yoshino Junpei received a message from Yuji Itadori and was taken to the basement where Yuji Itadori was.
Yoshino Junpei saw a pot as soon as he walked in. The pot was packed full of criss-crossed mushrooms, lush vegetables, fragrant soup, and other ingredients.
Yuji Itadori waved a spatula to greet him, "Junpei, sit down and get ready for dinner."
Honest Yoshino Junpei and honest Ijichi sat face to face, the soup in the pot gurgling.
"Why...didn't you see Miss Yayoi?" Yoshino Junpei asked cautiously.
"Ms. Yayoi, I went to the airport to pick up Mr. Gojo." Ijichi pushed up his glasses, remembering what Satoru Gojo said on the phone last night, 'I don't want a stinky man to pick up the phone.'
The honest man Ijichi shed two tears. To be fair, before Miss Yayoi became your assistant, he was the one who picked people up, okay?
"Is Mr. Ijichi also a conjurer?" Yoshino Junpei asked.
"To be precise, he is an auxiliary supervisor." Ijichi said gently. "He is a person related to a high school. His general job is to assist the magician who performs tasks. Yoshino-san will also perform tasks in the future, so there will be auxiliary supervisors to assist."
"Hey." Yoshino Junpei's brows relaxed.
People in high schools were easier to get along with than he thought.
"Don't worry too much." Ijichi said gently. "At this stage, the students should be performing tasks together. You are not yet old enough to perform tasks alone."
"Then will I perform the mission with Itadori?" Yoshino Junpei was looking forward to it.
"No, Itadori-san will not be carrying out the mission at the moment," Ijichi said, "because he is still dead."
Yoshino Junpei:? ? ?
Yoshino Junpei watched helplessly as Yuji Itadori put down the spatula and sat on the sofa next to him, showing a sunny smile, "Mr. Ijichi is right, I have been dead for almost two months."
Yoshino Junpei: "..."
Why can I understand every word, but I can’t understand them together?
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The author has something to say:
Junpei: Are you speaking Japanese?
ps: The uncle who silently listened to the conversation between the siblings: Fuck
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