Edogawa Satoru who wanted to be a detective is not a good sorcerer

My mind was confused for a moment.

The world seemed to sway and sway, pulling Edogawa Satoru's soul away from his seat in the cafe.

No longer exist? What does that mean? Does it mean disappear? Who disappears? Me?

The blood kept flowing, delivering sufficient oxygen to the stagnant brain.

[I?]
[disappear?]
Edogawa Satoru was puzzled.

The curser had a malice-inducing smile on his face, his eyes curved into a gentle and considerate look, and from a condescending angle, he gave a look of pity.

The white-haired boy seemed to have not figured out the situation. His beautiful eyes slowly opened and closed. His feather-like eyelashes could not hide the confusion in his eyes. He looked so pitiful.

The curse master moved closer to Edogawa Satoru. His tall body cornered Satoru.

[He is only afraid of Gojo Satoru. He is not afraid of me?]
Edogawa Satoru raised his head and said in a childish voice, "Are you kidding me, you——"

What was the curser's name? Had he asked?

The boy seemed to be about to say something but suddenly got stuck. He pushed the curse master in front of him away and left the corner: "Good kids don't say bad words."

"I'm not kidding. Your eyes are very special and rare. There is only one pair of them in the world. They are unique eyes." The curser grabbed Edogawa Satoru.

Edogawa Satoru opened his mouth, but felt it was impolite to interrupt someone, so he didn't interrupt. He thought of the Edogawa family and felt that this curse master was really deceiving Satoru without thinking.

The unique eyes are really hilarious.

"This kind of eyes is called 'Six Eyes' in the world of curse." The curse master did not elaborate on the function of the six eyes. "Twelve years ago, Gojo Satoru was seriously injured. He is about your age. Have you ever considered that you and Gojo Satoru are the same person?"

Xiao Wu shook his hand, causing the curse master to release his hand and sit in a more spacious place.

Only by meeting Gojo Satoru can we know whether what this dead man said is true.

Edogawa Satoru began to lose his focus and glanced at Jurei Zhenren with reluctance.
All the people sitting in this circle are special-grade cursed spirits, but he can’t forget the real person because the real person is the most handsome.

"And there are rumors that Gojo Satoru had half of his head chopped off twelve years ago. The specific mention is that he went from wearing sunglasses to wearing an eye patch, and he only ever showed his right eye."

Edogawa Satoru came back to his senses: "Do you mean that one eye can turn into a human, or half a head can grow into a human?" He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his left eye.

The scientific side...oh, he had forgotten that he was an idealist.

He pressed down the coffin lids of the biologists that were erected in his mind.

The curse master saw Wu's action, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed manner: "Who knows? It's just a guess, don't be so nervous~"

He lifted the hair on the side of his ear, twisted his fingers around his hair, and his deep voice served as background sound.

"After that injury, Gojo Satoru awakened the Reversal Technique, a healing technique that allows one to live without dying. It's also possible that someone stole his flesh and blood to study cursed power science and technology."

The black-haired man spread his hands and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"I was really scared when I saw you. I thought Gojo Satoru was here to kill me. I'm just a curse master. I didn't do anything wrong~"

They seemed to talk about everything, but also seemed to say nothing.

"Anyway, you want me to go see Gojo Satoru, right?" Edogawa Satoru said, "Then what about absorption?"

The curse master frowned, tilted his head, and looked at Edogawa Satoru as if he were a monster: "You really don't understand at all."

Su Nuo on both sides.

Edogawa Satoru frowned as he looked at the words on the paper.

The curse master asked, "Do you know him?"

Edogawa Satoru had looked up information about the world of sorcery before, such as Gojo Satoru, the Three Great Families, curses, techniques, fields, etc., and had a pretty good understanding of it before the meeting.

He told this group of cursed spirits and the curse master that he was not familiar with the world of curses.

He pretended.

"I think I've heard of it." The boy's eyes were clear and bright, like a spring, with only a trace of worry and confusion left. "Is it a folk ghost?"

Ryomen Sukuna was the cursed king from thousands of years ago. He had four hands and two faces. After his death, his twenty fingers were transformed into special cursed objects and were sealed and scattered throughout Japan.

The curse master told Wu about the two-faced Sukuna as an example: "The incarnation of the two-faced Sukuna, Yuji Toji, is also in Tokyo Curse High School. When he gets close to Sukuna's fingers, he will unconsciously merge. You and Gojo Satoru's six eyes are the same technique, so naturally you will tend to merge."

[cut.]
[It's shameless to scare a child.]
“…So, the fusion is just a guess, right? I’m scared to death.” Edogawa Satoru breathed a sigh of relief.

The Curse Master shook his head: "It is an inference based on facts."

He had just said one sentence when the boy lowered his head and stopped talking.

As the boy cried very softly, his body trembled slightly. The curse spirits and the curse masters saw drops of water splashing on the table. As the white-haired boy sobbed, people at the neighboring tables leaned over to look over with concern.

Curse Masters and Curse Spirits: ...

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry!" The curse master coaxed the boy while staring at the real person and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

The real person chuckled and said, "You ask me?"

It moved its limbs at random, tightening the delicate sutures on its skin, and uttered words lightly: "Crying, what does it mean to him?"

Curse Master: ...

Seeing that the people around them were about to gather around, the cursed spirits wanted to use spells to kill people out of stress, but the curse master stopped them: "There are surveillance cameras. And the food in the cafe is very expensive." He hadn't finished eating yet.

The young man's voice was hoarse, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably: "Then, then you, hiccup, then you still asked me to go, hiccup, to see Gojo Satoru, hiccup, don't you want me, hiccup, to die?" He was determined to finish his words even if he had to hiccup while crying.

He wiped his face with his hands randomly, and the water stains he had just wiped off would soak his cheeks with tears again the next second. His eye circles were soon red, and the red marks spread to both sides as he cried longer.

Those already beautiful blue eyes became even clearer in the water.

The curse master hesitantly reached out and patted the boy's shoulder: "Don't cry, why would I want you to die? I just think that you will understand if what I said is true after you meet Gojo Satoru."

"What if it's the truth?" the young man asked timidly with red eyes.

The man scratched the stitches on his head. "If so, you will merge with Gojo Satoru the moment you touch him, right?"

The boy grabbed the hem of his clothes, trying to suppress the trembling of his body, but failed.

“I—” He broke his voice, covered his mouth for a while, and then spoke again, “Then I don’t want to see him!”

The curse master explained: "Gojo Satoru's technique has no limits and will isolate you and him."

Then the boy cried even louder: "Liar!"

The curse master looked around and saw that the waiters and guests were all eager to come over and ask what was going on.

Since ordinary people cannot see cursed spirits, all that can be seen on the seats are the crying teenager and a middle-aged man who looks like a group of people bullying elementary school students.

The curser was not upset, but he was not used to seeing his collaborator crying beside him. He sighed and asked the real person, "Does he often do this?"

The Curse Spirit, who had seen enough of the fun, nodded and said, "Yes, sometimes he would start crying while talking."

The boy's eyes refocused on the curser: "Will it really not disappear?"

The curse master nodded sincerely in assurance.

[Ah...what should I do? I don’t believe it QAQ]
Seeing that he had stopped crying, even the cursed spirits breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't explain why, but I feel so ashamed.

They talked about how to approach Gojo Satoru, and after deciding on the general direction and plan, Edogawa Satoru said goodbye.

“…He has no bottom line.” The curse master muttered to himself when he saw Edogawa Satoru leave.

He had grabbed Edogawa Satoru before and actually touched his skin.

what a pity……

The curse master touched the suture on his forehead, and there was a faint bloody liquid oozing out. He had just scratched it. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Don't underestimate Gojo Satoru.
Even if it's just a split of Gojo Satoru.

Finally, the curser seemed to remember something and turned to look at the real person: "Real person, you said, he is so harmless."

"How did you get caught?"

The real person had been reading quietly since they started talking. He closed the book and said, "When we first met, I felt his soul and magical power. It was amazing."

It stopped and saw Edogawa Satoru returning to the store.

"I've always forgotten to ask, what's your name?" Edogawa Satoru asked the curse master, the cursed spirit in the cage in his sleeve looming.

"For all this time, we've been calling you Edogawa. What's your real name?" asked senior Maki.

Edogawa Satoru gathered all his strength, using his whole body to exert force and focusing all his attention on his hands.

"ha!--"

Then he collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

The weapon in his hand was still in place, motionless, with taunts at full force.

Wu’s expression was gloomy: “Just call me Edogawa.”

He has been allowed to go without a mask in school, and in order to avoid unnecessary associations, he has to hide his name, as he has the same name as Gojo Satoru.

What really troubled him was the weapon that was easily picked up by the senior.

"Ah... I'm such a loser. No matter how hard I try, I can't complete basic training. I can't even lift a weapon."

The seniors who were in charge of training the first-year students were also very curious about Edogawa Satoru's physique. Although they found that he was healthy after a check-up, he had no muscles no matter how much he trained.

Edogawa is like a porcelain doll, pure and white, and completely useless.

The weight of this weapon exceeds what Edogawa can bear. What new weapon would be more suitable for Edogawa?
Senior Maki thought as she comforted Satoru: "It's just not suitable for you, don't be discouraged."

Fushiguro Megumi encouraged dryly: "You have just started learning spells and have never practiced before. It is normal that you can't lift it."

Kugisaki is not so optimistic. This is no longer a matter of training or not. There has been no progress in so many days. She is worried that there may be something wrong with Xiaowu's body.

Just then, Gojo Satoru passed by, and she shouted, "Gojo-sensei!" After stopping the teacher, she ran over and pulled Gojo Satoru to a corner, and whispered, "Can you take Edogawa to get a checkup? I think he's sick, and he looks listless these days."

Wu was listless because he stayed up late with Yuji Itadori day and night to watch movies.

All the five points of enlightenment are correct.

When he looked at Edogawa Satoru carefully, Satoru gave him an unexpected surprise.

(End of this chapter)