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The gap is too big, and....

"It's like a supernatural mystery, a kind of rule-based system. No matter how close you get, your body is impossible to approach; it's practically an absolute defense!"

Thinking about how Kazuna's artillery fire, capable of tearing apart main battle tanks, was suspended, Hachiman muttered listlessly, "This is cheating, isn't it?"

"But it's not that bad. I feel that if we could use advanced magic with the concept of interference, we could tear it apart!"

He was genuinely still shaken.

He still has a nightmare about that backhand kill.

It feels like once you turn back, your entire past and future will be erased, as if you never existed at all.

"They noticed my lack of boundaries right away, and... ghost stories?"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

He sensed the fear in the hearts of the children towards that thing called "strange tales".

It was as if that was something far more terrifying than him.

But are they talking about the top-tier cursed spirit, the Slit-Mouthed Woman?

That urban legend did indeed have a rule about mandatory answers to questions.

But it's still eight hundred years away from him, isn't it?

Forget it, we'll know everything once we take it back.

Of course, he would protect those kids' lives, since they didn't seem like bad people.

opposite.

"It's better not to. I feel that going with him might not necessarily make things worse."

Kazuma hesitated instead.

For some reason, the thought of releasing the mirror demon from the mirror made him feel terrified.

He still tried his best, pulling out the ordinary silver mirror and warning, "Hey, you white-haired guy over there, let me make this clear first: this thing is a seal, and the monster inside is far more terrifying than you imagine..."

Hey, why does the back of my neck feel so cold?

The feeling of dread intensified...

Kazuma swallowed hard, trying to dissuade him: "Once released, they will kill indiscriminately."

That deep sense of apprehension and unease.

Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori, who had been silent until now, felt uneasy and sensed something was wrong. They advised, "Why don't we just forget about it, Gojo-sensei? They really don't seem like bad people."

"It's okay, Hui~"

With one hand in his pocket and the other still motionless, Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs-up: "Because I'm the strongest, and also..."

He suddenly leaned closer: "Even if they're all good people, they could still be enemies because of their different stances, Hui!"

Fukuhei was taken aback.

It's not anything else, but the fact that Gojo-sensei can act like a teacher is just too outrageous.

"Hey~, hurry up and take it off, this isn't even a warm-up, my body is practically rusting."

Gojo Satoru turned to look at Kazuma, like an impatient little child.

In fact.

His main goal has always been to get those kids to release the thing that made him feel a sense of danger.

That kind of incantation was indeed excellent, but those kids were too inexperienced.

If the person in the mirror is a powerful individual who has cultivated that kind of spiritual power to its peak, then perhaps it would be possible to let him move around a bit.

As for what those kids' purpose is, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he's the strongest. If we can't beat him, we can stop the kids from messing around later.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Kazuma sighed and turned back to say, "Miss Toyokawa, you should take Yotsuya away from here, preferably away from the school building... never mind, let's just leave this school. Let's go to the mountain where this white-haired guy was observing us before."

"well!"

Toyokawa Shoko also noticed that everyone seemed to be wary of the mirror that contained a shadow of Mr. Rosser, and at this moment, she didn't pretend at all.

She bit her lip, then grabbed Yotsuya Miko and left.

At this point, any hesitation would only be a burden to others.

The more dangerous the situation, the more decisive you must be.

Gojo Satoru smiled and did not stop him.

At this time.

"and many more."

Hikigaya suddenly spoke up, looking around tentatively, "Kato-kun, are you there?"

Megumi Kato?

No way...

The others looked around in disbelief.

Anyone else?

Fushiguro Megumi and Itachi looked around aimlessly.

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and smiled broadly.

How could this be...?

"Yes, I'm here!"

A somewhat resigned girl's voice rang out behind Yuji Itadori.

"You...you...who are you, and why are you behind me?"

Tiger Stick's hair stood on end, and he leaped away like a frog, pointing at the girl behind him, unable to speak clearly.

For the first time, Gojo Satoru lost his composure, looking up and down with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Really a human?

'It's not invisibility, not a technique to conceal one's presence, and there aren't even any power fluctuations. It's as if it simply has a low profile, causing people to subconsciously ignore it?'

The more Gojo analyzed it, the more confused he became.

What kind of setting is this?

That's so unreasonable!

"That's a very rude look, Mr. Gojo."

Kato Megumi maintained her calm and serene demeanor.

Quiet and unassuming, yet even Gojo Satoru could no longer ignore him at this moment.

"Also, I've been here the whole time. Didn't I go upstairs with Ms. Toyokawa?"

I was just behind Mr. Khajiitsu.

There was someone standing behind me the whole time?

Yuji Uruga felt a chill run down his spine.

and many more.

Why are you standing behind me?

Fukuhei suddenly rushed over to block Huzhang, or more accurately, to block the withered fingers in his hand.

Clearly, my finger was almost taken by this invisible girl.

"It's not that it's invisible, it's just that it's inconspicuous."

The girl was somewhat troubled.

Their presence in the family is becoming increasingly less noticeable, and sometimes even their parents forget they have a child.

After arriving in this world, her presence seemed to diminish even further.

It felt like that strange finger had just been pulled away from behind, and Mr. Itadori would only be wondering where the finger had gone.

Fushiguro hesitated for a moment.

Did she just read minds?

"Fine, you should leave with Ms. Toyokawa too, Kato."

Hikigaya slapped him across the face.

If I hadn't called Kato just now, then....

Well, it seems like there won't be any difference.

The difference in strength is on a dimensional level.

After the girls left the school.

"I'm getting more and more excited..."

Gojo Satoru was clearly in a much better mood, and waved his hand: "Come on, let me see your trump card."

Mysterious incantations, powerful runes, inexplicable abilities...

This group of people is so interesting.

"I'm getting more and more worried~"

Fushiguro Megumi's rant.

I have a feeling that Gojo-sensei is playing with fire.

"Fine! You said it yourself."

Kazuma stood by the window, took a deep breath, and channeled his magic to slowly activate the silver mirror.

moment.

The mirror was no longer cold metal, but transformed into a stream of flowing moonlight.

On its surface, the dim, mysterious runes lit up one by one, as if they had come to life, transforming into flowing, shimmering fish and burning, dazzling birds, intertwining, entwining, and swirling together.

Layer upon layer, surging and rushing on the mirror surface.

Ayanokouji and Hikigaya retreated in unison, shielding the white-haired youth in front of them.

They could also see that the white-haired guy seemed to be tired of living and wanted to find some excitement.

really.

next moment.

A dazzling beam of light, of indescribable color, carrying countless mysterious rune phantoms, shot into the sky from the mirror!

It runs through the teaching building, standing like a beacon in the center of the school.

An invisible sense of oppression, as if emanating from the depths of one's soul, spread out.

People in the teaching building, and even some people nearby, felt a shiver run through their bodies, their whole bodies tense up, as if something invisible was pressing down on their hearts.

The wind has risen...

This kind of spiritual oppression from superiors, even intruding into reality, forms a wind centered on the pillar of light, stirring up dust and spreading it outwards.

"Gulu~~"

Fushiguro Megumi had a bad feeling and turned to Gojo Satoru: "Are you sure you can handle this?"