Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 30 What! It's Jump's training plot! Everyone, retreat!
“I didn’t expect things would turn out like that.”

Ye Moth covered his head with his hands, supported his elbows on the desk, and pinched his eyebrows tightly with his index finger. He looked as uncomfortable as if he had been bloated and constipated for three days after drinking milk.

"But... No, that is the best solution. Although I didn't expect this day to come - but, you did a great job this time, Gojo."

The teacher raised his head and looked at the student in front of him who had a look on his face saying, 'I've been waiting for this compliment.'

"Hehe~"

Gojo Satoru then revealed a satisfied smile.

At the Jujutsu High School, in the evening, in Ye Moth's office.

The trial of Fujimaru Ritsuka was scheduled to begin on the second day of the "Noose Attack Incident", with the first trial scheduled at 11:20 am. Due to Fujimaru Ritsuka's inherent skill of [Charming Spirit], the group of old stubborn people were unable to immediately develop an urgent desire to kill him, so the result of the first trial was reserved.

At 3:11 p.m., the second trial opened, and the death penalty was decided almost instantly.

It seems that even Fujimaru Ritsuka can't straighten a group of old people with broken brains into a straight shape while they are unconscious.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up, and then Geto and others broke into the courtroom, and crushed the private soldiers of the high-level sorcery masters in the identity of first-year freshmen of the sorcery high school.

So far it’s been a cool story, but the next part is where the hard part comes in.

Although people in high positions often have subtle personalities, it is undeniable that without them, the entire magic world will not be able to function properly until a replacement is found.

Rotten roots are often not only ugly but also mean that the deeper soil has long been forced to rot and fester.

The power they hold and the majority of first-level magicians who can serve as combat forces are very important to the entire country. Even Gojo Satoru cannot guard the entire Japan 24 hours a day.

It will be troublesome if these old guys die, and it will also be troublesome to go against them.

At least if you want to kill it, it can't be Wu Tiao.

In addition to the overall perspective issue mentioned above, the main reason is that Gojo Satoru himself doesn't want to take action anymore.

Killing a cursed spirit and killing a person are different concepts. This is not a fantasy novel, so how can there be a plot about Tutu's family?

Of course, Gojo Satoru doesn't care about killing people. For him, it is a matter of time.

but.
If I kill them, what will Geta, Nozomi, and Fujimaru think?

Blame? Definitely not.

Whether it was Getsu and his men who killed people or Gojo who killed people, neither side would belittle the other.

The answer is obvious - they are worried. If they were to kill, the first reaction of the four little ones would probably be to do it themselves.

Carrying a life that does not belong to you, killing is such a heavy thing.

Gojo Satoru didn't care, but he didn't want his friend to suffer for him.

Especially Getsu. Gojo instinctively felt that this person would get stuck in a rut.

Ugh!
Gojo Satoru sighed and thought.

——I am so kind and perfect. I must take credit for it when I go back.

In short, in the end, the steps given on the surface are:

[Since the top brass is worried about Nozomi's revenge and attacks, then it would be enough to prove that we can easily defeat a special-grade sorcerer, right?]

「That is to say──」

[Three years. In three years, Naito Maru will be promoted to a special-grade sorcerer. Or, within three years, he can find a way to capture Noose. Then, he will not need to worry about Noose's revenge.]

[For the next three years, you are not allowed to attack anyone around me, and I will bear all the losses caused by Nose on behalf of Fujimaru until we catch or kill Nose.]

[But correspondingly, if we succeed in killing Nose in the end, and Fujimaru is promoted to special grade, then it means that your judgment today is the most ruthless of all ruthless. At that time——]

"Why did you say such provocative words?" Ye Moth held his head and sighed, "Even if you don't have to make those old men kneel down and lick your shoes, you can still complete the contract. This is not a strict "binding"."

“Because it’s cool!”

Gojo Satoru answered immediately, with his hands behind his head, looking nonchalant.

Speechless and choking, Ye Moth changed the subject upon seeing this.

".You are really confident in Fujimaru. You produce a special grade every three years. Do you know how many special grades have been produced in the past hundred years?"

"Others are others, we are us, and the worst that can happen is that I become a special-level general and kill Nozomi first~" Gojo Satoru waved his hands.

Ye Moth knew very well how strong the enforcement power of the [bindings] of the signed contract was, and he could only pray that Gojo Satoru would not mess around on this point.

".We'll have to wait until he shows up next time, or--" Night Moth looked at the mission report.

"The presence of a mouth-like brain, coupled with the sutures on the head, give us reason to speculate that these are traces of a transplant operation. The curser who transplanted his special brain into another person's head to occupy the body and imprinted the ritual on the body is truly a chilling curser."

Snapped.

Ye Moth put the document down, looked at the white-haired boy in front of him, and weighed his tone.

"Are you really sure?"

Although Yega was very dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru, he was proud of this student.

So.
"I didn't expect that you couldn't kill or capture the other party even though you showed up at the scene."

This is not sarcasm, but simple doubt.

Ye Moth couldn't understand how the enemy could escape even though his student had taken action.

It's no wonder Ye Moth thought so. After all, the person in front of him was the strongest "Six Eyes" holder of the contemporary era.

It was just like the scene of fighting with a dozen first-level magicians just now.

For more than 95% of people, fighting with Gojo Satoru will become extremely funny, after all, Gojo Satoru himself is a weird mechanic.

There is no way to break through the defense without limit, which means that there can be no fair fight.

Gojo Satoru's strength has surpassed that of an ordinary first-level magician.

But even so, he was unable to kill Nozomi when they met for the first time.

“It’s not worth it.”

In the past, this 'strongest' would always respond to Ye Moth with a laugh, but at least at this moment, the frivolity on his face faded a little.

"To be honest, that guy is incredibly strong. The amount of cursed power and cursed power output observed by the six eyes are equal to or even higher than mine, and he also possesses multiple techniques. It's too cost-effective to catch up with him~"

"Even though I pierced his heart, he immediately recovered with a reversal technique. There is a huge difference between a magician who can use a reversal technique and a magician who can't. Even if my technique is more powerful, I can't guarantee that there won't be any accidents," Gojo Satoru shrugged. "Besides, Fujimaru and Geto need treatment on the spot. I have to protect Naoko."

"I never thought I would hear such logical words from you." Ye Moth said with emotion. "Is there someone you admit you can't defeat?"

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru immediately became furious.

"Hey, hey, hey, teacher, don't get me wrong! Although I said that the opponent is very strong, and there is a high probability that his spell skills are higher than mine, I will not lose!"

Gojo Satoru, sixteen years old.

In his life, he had never thought that he would lose - not even once. After meeting Fujimaru Ritsuka, he felt the fear of defeat for a moment, but he quickly put that fear behind him.

Of course, he knew it himself.

His fighting instinct was probably second only to Fujimaru's in the technical high school, and the moment he saw the noose, he felt a sharp pain in his spine.

Only when the opponent at least has a method that can break through his own unlimited techniques can Gojo feel threatened.

Just like when he faced Fujimaru.

Even though Gojo didn't know the answer, he just felt that they might hurt him.

anyway
It's a pity that Fujimaru and Geto could hold off that guy for so long, and even made him show his weakness.
Fujimaru even plotted his opponent's death all the way, making that guy act exactly as he expected, and in the very end he stabbed the opponent's head with a hand knife.

If the opponent didn't have a brain with teeth stuffed in his head, and was able to lift the upper part of his skull off and rotate it to deflect the direction of the attack, he would have been dead by now.

He could have won.

Gojo Satoru could clearly sense that Fujimaru was ten or even eleven times weaker than that guy called Nosoe.

But the reality is, he almost won.

Show the enemy weakness.

Seize every opportunity with precision.

Never make mistakes in offensive connection.

The weak defeat the strong.

Gojo Satoru realized that Fujimaru was very powerful, and he was moved and happy about it.

But I also felt uneasy from the bottom of my heart.

Just a little more and Fujimaru Ritsuka and Suguru Geto would have died there.

And I was clearly on the task list.

Although it is a group of villas, the straight-line distance between them is only a few hundred meters.

He was dissatisfied with the fact that his partner would die in front of him.

Only a few days after the start of school, the 'sense of absoluteness' that Gojo Satoru had built up since childhood was challenged several times.

He felt genuinely annoyed by this reality.

next time.

The next time I meet him, I will just kill him.

"Well said, but is this the reason why you failed to kill the opponent and therefore used full-power spell to destroy all buildings within a radius of 100 meters?" Ye Moth crossed his arms and pointed at his chest, looking unfriendly.

The gloom on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly disappeared, and he rubbed his hands and said sincerely.

"Teacher, I'm hungry. Can I go eat?"

"roll."

After Gojo Satoru ran out of the office, Ye Moth finally showed his vulnerable look, covering his head with his hands, feeling a splitting headache.

An accident occurred during the first mission.

This was a huge shock to him.

We have to find a way.
"Oh yes, teacher."

Gojo Satoru, who had just walked out, leaned on the door frame and stuck his head out.

"We're going to have a celebration party, are you really not coming?"

"You come help me with the paperwork?"

"I'm leaving."

"and many more!"

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to turn around and run, he was stopped by Ye Mo.

The young teacher hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"By the way, Gojo, please tell Fujimaru a message for me. Just say..."

"You should cherish the youth of young people, well, you too."

Gojo Satoru’s eyes widened.

"Eh? Teacher, this is like this." Gojo licked his lips and said, choosing his words to be euphemistic. "It's a bit, disgusting."

"roll."

After giving a concise warning, Gojo Satoru walked away in small steps, and Ye Moth could only sigh again.

He felt somewhat relieved, yet somewhat distressed.

The good news is that this class of students valued each other very much. Although they had only been together for a few weeks, their extreme compatibility bound them together.

If they continue to grow, Ye Moth is confident that they will bring a different style to the world of magic.

But the sad thing is that the worries of those old men are not completely unreasonable.

The noose attacks again.

Ye Moth also couldn't force Fujimaru to stay in the school and not let him out. After all, if he did that, it would be the inside of the technical high school that would be at risk of being attacked, and those old guys would go crazy.

But he couldn't just let Fujimaru go out like this. Even with Gojo watching him, Ye Mo would still feel uneasy.

At this moment, the only solution is -

【Improve their safety in a short time. 】

[We want them to evolve at a speed beyond anyone's imagination. ]

After a while, Noctua began to write his name with a pen on the lined paper in front of him.

one, two
【Kusakabe Atsuya】

【Mingming】

"I don't think Leyan Temple will want to come. I don't have anything to teach that guy Jiujiu."

Ye Moth rubbed his head, then put down his hand and looked at the thick and short hair in his palm.

"."

“Luckily I decided not to grow my hair long.”

(End of this chapter)