flstandardbreds Chapter 165 Sorry, 5 Satoru
Chapter 165 Sorry, 5 Satoru
"So is Gojo-sensei really locked up?" Yuji stretched out his finger in distress and touched it lightly.
The eyes on the prison gate began to move and ooze out tears, causing him to exclaim in surprise, "Wow! It can even shed tears."
"Yes." I leaned over, "Because your Gojo teacher is difficult to deal with."
"Look, even special-grade cursed tools feel like crying when facing him."
"Humph." Ryoumen Sukuna appeared inopportunely under Yuji's eyes and said with contempt, "You can't beat me, so you use such despicable means."
You are capable of even more despicable things, and yet you still dare to despise me?
I blinked, then suddenly grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it towards Sukuna's mouth, causing Yuji to yell, "Wow, teacher, what are you doing!"
"Uhhahahaha... Sorry, Yuuhito-kun."
I pulled up my sleeves with a guilty conscience, wiped his face and apologized, "I just wanted to see if I could feed Sukuna some mud to make him feel sick."
It’s all Gojo’s fault for coming up with such a bad idea!
Gojo Satoru (Kokoro): "Hey, you're obviously moved too, so why are you blaming me alone now?"
"If you hadn't repeated it in my mind eight hundred times, would I have taken action?" I retorted.
Gojo Satoru (Kokoro) put his hands on his hips and said confidently: "In the final analysis, it's because you are weak-willed and too easily shaken."
I blinked and reached out to grab my arm.
"Hiss..." Gojo Satoru said viciously, "If you do this again, I will take revenge on you."
"Go ahead." I pulled it again without changing my expression.
Ryoumen Sukuna changed his position, appeared from the side of Yuji's face, and sneered with disdain, "Do you think you can torment me in this way?"
"ridiculous."
He was slapped back by Yuji, "You are really noisy."
The lively pink-haired boy puffed up his mouth, and bits of dirt fell from his cheeks, some of which even entered his clothes through his collar.
He grabbed the front of his clothes and jumped up hard on the spot, trying to shake off the mud on his body.
But I don’t know if it’s because the force was not enough or because I was wearing too many clothes, but it seemed that there was still a little bit that hadn’t been shaken out.
I said with a little guilt: "........I'm really sorry, Youri, it's all my fault."
"Let me help you shake the dirt."
As I said this, I stretched out my arms, intending to lift him up.
He took one look at me, who was three centimeters shorter than him, and hugged his shoulders in fear, "No, teacher, I can do it myself!"
I:"........."
At the same time, a large group of people walked towards this direction.
It was crowded and it was really a huge area.
I took a quick glance and saw that leading the way were Nobara Kugisaki and Megumi Fushiguro, who were running towards this side at full speed. Principal Yoga, Nanami, and Maki were also there. A little further behind was Naohito Zenin, who was carrying Fushiguro Satoru and walking slowly while drinking.
These people suffered injuries of varying degrees.
All that's left are some annoying faces.
People sent by the general directorate and people sent by the three major families.
Probably as soon as he heard that Gojo Satoru was not sealed, he rushed over.
They were wearing clean light-colored robes, their hair was neatly combed, there was no trace of blood or dirt on their fingers, and even the soles of their shoes were cleaner than those of others.
It was incompatible with the flying flesh and blood, collapsed houses, innocent people who had lost their loved ones, and sorcerers who were fighting for their lives.
The moment everyone saw my face clearly, they were all shocked.
"Gojo Satoru/Sensei, how did you become a woman!?"
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"Gojo Satoru, do you have anything to refute regarding the crime committed by the special-grade curse master Geto Suguru?"
Centered in this ruined area of Shibuya, stood two factions.
One is the conservative faction headed by the General Manager Department and the three major families.
The other one can barely be considered a reformist who stands on Gojo Satoru's side.
The conservatives sent here pointed at the noose lying on the side and asked aggressively, "At this point, you still don't plan to kill Xia Youjie, do you also want to defect with him?"
I glanced at the people on the other side.
Principal Ye Moth looked at me, as if he was also waiting for an explanation.
"......." After a moment of silence, I said, "We didn't kill him because Xia Youjie is already dead."
I squatted in front of Jay's body and paused.
After a while, he finally reached out and opened his skull, revealing his brain with teeth.
“That’s it,” I said. “Someone took over his body and caused the Shibuya accident.”
"If that's the case." The man on the other side was not satisfied with this explanation and continued to question fiercely, "Why don't you kill him too?"
"Because there is a traitor among the top brass of the sorcery world." I lowered my head, closed Jay's skull, and slowly adjusted the position back. "He can't die before the traitor is found."
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
The other party retorted unwillingly: "But the order issued by the General Directorate is to kill the special-grade curse master Xia Youjie."
"Then now, this order is rejected by me." I raised my eyes, stared into the eyes of the person who came, and said lightly, "Do you understand?"
The standoff lasted about five seconds.
I wasn't wearing an eye mask, and my blue eyes, identical to Gojo Satoru's, stared at him sharply, silently and calmly waiting for an answer.
"........" He swallowed and took a step back, "Got it."
"Then what are you still standing there for?" I glanced in the direction they came from, "Can't you just go back and answer?"
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Most of the conservatives left, and the few remaining ones were squeezed to a farther place.
I feel that the current situation is a little bit similar to the opening scene of Act 1 when I was surrounded by a group of people and questioned.
But it's not quite the same.
Since the real Gojo Satoru was absent, they all apparently mistook me for the real Gojo Satoru who had somehow turned into a woman.
Principal Ye Moth walked up to me, pointed at my long hair and asked, "Satoru, what's going on?"
I was silent for a moment.
I should have taken out the original explanation and told it to them again.
Or you can think of a completely new reason; anyway, you have to deal with the current situation.
I have done this kind of thing many times, so I should have been proficient at it by now.
But, I'm so tired.
very tired.
I don't want to think of any reason, I don't want to make any excuses.
After several battles, the clothes of Zhenren, Noso, Rokuko and Sukuna were covered with blood, dirt and dust.
The brain was overloaded with information pouring in, including everyone's skills, the residual cursed energy on their bodies, messy hair and bloody wounds.
Gojo Satoru is the strongest, Gojo Satoru must have a way, Gojo Satoru is everyone’s support and blessing.
But it turns out that being Gojo Satoru is so tiring.
"Wu, I'm sorry." I said to him in my mind.
".......Why do you say that?" His voice didn't sound tired at all, and was as reliable and unreliable as ever.
Because in the first round, I thought you were the strongest, so I felt at ease to put a lot of things, including Tsumiki being cursed, on you and let you deal with them.
Like everyone else, I bullied you in the name of being the strongest.
The saddest thing is that I can no longer find you back then to apologize.
So I’m sorry for everything, Gojo Satoru.