Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Kuroi hugged Riko tightly, gently patting her back. "Are you hurt? Was training tough? Did you sleep well last night?"

Riko pulled half her face out of her arms, her nose red: "Kuroi, you've been crying."

"No, they're chopping onions in the kitchen."

"It's three in the afternoon, who are you trying to fool?" She buried her face in Kuroi's shoulder, her voice softening, "I'm back."

The two hugged at the door for a while before going inside. The dormitory was still the same as before Riko left, except for a few more storage boxes and a new tablecloth that Kuroi had put on the table.

Riko put her duffel bag on the bedside, lay back on the bed, stretched out her limbs, and let out a long breath.

Duanmu Yan stood at the door and waited until she had rested enough before placing the paper bag on her desk. "These are two things for you."

Riko sat up, and Duanmu Yan took out a small velvet box from his inner pocket and placed it in her hand.

Riko opened the box, inside lay a silver-white ring. The band was thin, with no patterns, and reflected a soft light under the lamp.

Her brain seemed to suddenly shut down.

ring?

ring!!

She looked at the ring in the box, then at Duanmu Yan's face, and blood rushed to her cheeks at an unstoppable speed.

Is this...is this a marriage proposal?!

How old is she?! No, the point isn't her age, the point is how could he just pull out a ring without saying a word... No, the point is she wasn't prepared at all.

Should the wedding be held at the vocational high school or in Tokyo? Should I choose a white or beige wedding dress? Where should we go for our honeymoon? We've already been to Okinawa, should we go somewhere else...?

"It seems... it's not entirely impossible."

She buried her face in her hands, her ears turning as red as if she had just been pulled from a hot spring.

Kuroi reacted even more excitedly. She took a step in front of Riko, spread her arms, and shielded Riko completely behind her.

"My young lady is still so young, what do you want to do?"

Duanmu Yan looked at the two women, one blushing to her ears while peeking through her fingers, and the other looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy, almost ready to grab a spatula from the kitchen as a weapon.

He raised his left hand, pulled up his sleeve, revealing another identical ring on his ring finger.

He then explained the function of the threat-sensing ring: it can sense each other's status and, in a crisis, can instantly teleport to the other person's side regardless of distance.

He paused, then added, "Ninety-nine Yuki can't be with her 24/7, so this ring is the safest insurance."

Kuroi relaxed her shoulders, took a half step back, wiped her hands with the corner of her apron, and said apologetically, "Then I'll go prepare dinner."

Before leaving, he turned back and scanned Duanmu Yan from head to toe to make sure the boy didn't have any suspicious expressions before heading towards the kitchen.

Riko was still sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the velvet box in her hand, rubbing it against the ring face.

After figuring out the ring's true purpose, the blush on her face gradually faded, but her ears remained pink.

She gently slipped the ring onto her right ring finger, held it up to her eyes, and turned it in the light from the window. Then she lowered her head, her lips moved, and she muttered in a voice only she could hear, "...How boring. I thought it was a proposal."

Chapter 99 The Real Contest

While Riko was muttering to herself, Duanmu Yan had already turned around to help her pack her luggage, but his ears seemed to have turned a little red.

Over the next few days, Duanmu Yan took Riko on a tour of Tokyo.

On the first day, they went to Akihabara. Riko squatted in front of the gashapon machine for a full forty minutes, turning over duplicate keychains all over the ground. In the end, Duanmu Yan helped her turn over the last one so that she could complete the whole set.

The next day, they went to see a movie. Riko was holding a bucket of popcorn when she got scared halfway through and spilled all the popcorn on Duanmu Yan's knees.

On the third day, while boating in Yoyogi Park, she insisted on rowing herself. The boat spun around in place for fifteen minutes. Duanmu Yan, sitting opposite her, got splashed with water and used his oar to help her keep the boat in place.

The next morning, Tsukumo Yuki's motorcycle was parked under the torii gate again. This time, Riko didn't cry. She hugged Kuroi for a long time, then walked up to Duanmu Yan, raised her right hand and shook the ring on her ring finger. The silver ring flashed in the morning light.

“I won’t be reluctant this time. With this, I can find you anytime.” She slung the duffel bag over her shoulder, straddled the back of the motorcycle, wrapped her arms around Jiujiu’s waist, and the motorcycle roared down the mountain road. Her hair was blown about by the wind, and the ring on her hand sparkled.

Just as Tsukumo Yuki's motorcycle taillights disappeared, Gojo Satoru peeked out from behind the torii gate.

His sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of squinting eyes, and his mouth was stretched almost to his ears.

"Yo~ Duanmu." He drew out the interjection, his hands in his pockets, and slowly strolled out from behind the torii gate pillar. "I just saw it. That ring on Tian Tian's hand—it was sparkly." He walked up to Duanmu Yan, tilted his head, and pushed his sunglasses up. "You've already proposed?"

Xia Youjie walked over from the direction of the teaching building, still holding the half-finished cup of tea in his hand.

He stopped on the other side of Duanmu Yan, his expression unusually serious, but the faint smile at the corner of his eye betrayed him. "You didn't even notify us in advance. You bastard."

Duanmu Yan glanced at Wu Tiaowu, then at Xia Youjie, the two of them standing on either side of him, as if they had agreed on something.

He sighed, raised his left hand, revealing the identical ring on his ring finger, and then explained the function of the threat-sensing ring. After finishing, he lowered his hand and looked at his two obviously disappointed friends.

"You two have time to spread rumors here. Have you been neglecting your exercise these past few months?"

Xia Youjie's smile faded slightly. "I've also mastered the reversal technique. Now, we're the strongest trio again."

Duanmu Yan paused for a moment upon hearing this.

Reversal Techniques and Jay?

He looked up at Xia Youjie's face, who wasn't joking. "How did you do that?"

After Xia Youjie persuaded Kuroi, he went to Gojo Satoru and told him about his request for Gojo to attack him with his strongest attack.

"However, I failed the first time, but succeeded the second time. My comprehension is indeed a bit lacking."

Duanmu Yan silently complained to himself: Even in the later stages of the game, there are no more than a dozen people in the entire world of sorcery who can reverse spells. You call that poor comprehension?

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, and his excessively blue eyes shone brightly in the sunlight. "I've become stronger too. I haven't been slacking off lately. My Six Eyes are on all the time now, without needing to be maintained... It can already be considered a passive skill."

Duanmu Yan looked at him.

In the original work, the All-Weather Six-Eyes is a state that Gojo Satoru achieved one year after the Astral Matter Incident.

In this current timeline, Duanmu Yan's appearance puts more pressure on him, but also helps him find his breakthrough point more quickly in battle.

Gojo Satoru looked at Duanmu Yan, his chin slightly raised: "Duanmu, fight me. Let me see if you've slacked off these past few months."

Duanmu Yan thought for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"How about we change the competition format?"

……

A high-end dessert shop in Tokyo.

The booths by the window were piled high with plates of varying heights, each plate scraped clean, even the cream stains were smoothed out.

Shoko rested her chin on her hand, only taking a small spoonful of the crème brûlée in front of her.

She turned her head to look across the table. The two people who had just been rubbing their hands together, ready to fight, were now sitting face to face, with a row of empty plates between them.

The two of them were practically waging a silent war while eating, their speeds were neck and neck, and neither was willing to look away first.

This is what they mean by changing the way the competition is conducted.

Shoko stuck the spoon into the pudding and watched as Duanmu Yan expressionlessly stuffed mille-feuille cake into his mouth. Gojo Satoru, while pouring milk into his mouth, pointed at Duanmu Yan with his free finger and mumbled something.

She sighed and called her out of the infirmary just to see this.

The desserts here were still too sweet for her.

Xia Youjie sat next to her, holding a cup of tea that hadn't been touched much.

This kind of life is wonderful.

Duanmu Yan reached his limit first. He put his fork on the empty plate, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Taking advantage of the moment, Gojo Satoru stuffed the last chocolate brownie into his mouth, chewed it twice, then tilted his head back, opened his arms, and let out a triumphant cheer.

"Twenty-five games against twenty-four, Duanmu, you lost." Gojou Satoru put his sunglasses back on and shook a finger in front of Duanmu Yan.

"If you want to beat me next time, you'll have to train for another three months."

"Next time I challenge you to a dessert-eating contest, I'm a dog."

Duanmu Yan pushed the empty plate in front of him aside, picked up the water glass on the table, and took two gulps.

Although he can also eat sweets, it's still difficult for him to do it like Gojo Satoru.

Shoko stood up and pushed the pudding she'd only taken a bite of towards Gojo Satoru. "You finish this too. Seriously, next time you're having dessert, please don't call me."

After saying that, she left.

It's perfect that these three scumbags called her out, so we can have some fun. If we get caught, we can blame them. It's fantastic.

Gojo Satoru took the pudding, thanked Shoko, tilted the plate, and downed it in one gulp.

After finishing their meal, the group found a quiet park and sat down.

Duanmu Yan: "I'm bored anyway, want to chat?"

Gojo Satoru plopped down on the bench, tilting his head back. "What are you talking about?"

Xia Youjie sat down next to him. "Let's talk about the future."

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long legs. "After graduation, I'll probably have to go back to the Gojo family and become the head of the family. Then I'll have to visit the other two families once each."

He took off his sunglasses, twirled them in his hand, and said, "So annoying. I've already become the strongest, so why are there more and more problems?"

After he finished speaking, he put his sunglasses on his face and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Chapter 100 His Son

Among sorcerers, there are three sorcerer families, which are revered as the Three Great Sorcerer Families.

The position of the head of the three great families is not fixed. The Gojo family was able to take the top spot this generation purely because of Gojo Satoru.

The technique of having no limits is extremely powerful, but without the cooperation of six eyes, it is just a bunch of unusable theories.

The Zen family has produced many talented individuals throughout the ages. The elite troops, Bing and Qujuliu, are all direct descendants of skilled fighters and possess ten types of shadow magic as their trump card.

The Kamo family's Crimson Blood Technique is simple yet stable, and the minimum standard has been firmly maintained in each generation.

The status of the merchants can be simply categorized as follows: the Gojo family consistently produces a genius with a score of 100 every certain period of time; the Zenin family has many members, and their direct descendants usually score above 80; while the Kamo family consists of members with a score of 60.

The three families were outwardly friendly but inwardly at odds. After Gojo Satoru succeeded as the head of the family, he was required by custom to fight one of the other two families.

“I really don’t want to see those old geezers.” He pulled his legs back, leaned back in his chair, and rested his chin on his crossed arms. “I want to stay at the vocational college forever.”