Shirou Emiya is determined to kill all the cursed spirits and evil spirits

As Gojo Satoru continued to speak, the wound on his chest began to heal at an extremely exaggerated speed, and it was back to normal in just a few seconds.

"For an enemy of that strength, the body is no longer a weakness. You must find and cut off the source of their magical energy to achieve victory in a single blow."

"Of course, there's a certain possibility. Trying to deprive him of the ability to think could also be a win... but the weak points of most special-grade cursed spirits aren't that simple."

Gojo Satoru pointed to his head and said so.

But, is he accusing Emiya of not being cruel enough?

In fact, if he wasn't worried, Emiya could have aimed his backlight sword directly at the head.

But even so, Emiya had to admit that Gojo Satoru was indeed worthy of the title of "Strongest" in the world of curse arts.

Whether it's mobility, defense, or destructive power, he alone is capable of matching the combined expertise of multiple Heroic Spirits—but the sum of their parts is greater than the sum of their parts.

If victory is determined solely by output, even if Emiya tries his best, he may not be able to break through the barrier of [Infinity].

In fact, if Gojo Satoru was willing, he could easily win the competition by keeping a distance and fighting with abilities other than [Field Deployment].

Even if a conceptual Noble Phantasm can deliver a fatal blow to the opponent based on the information gap, due to the same information gap, he would not know that the fatal injuries to humans in the conventional sense are no longer effective on this "strongest" person, right?

In short, as long as Gojo Satoru abandons all playful emotions and only wants to win, the oppressive feeling he brings will be absolutely terrifying.

Emiya really didn't want to face off against a guy like that.

"If this kind of battle can make Mr. Gojo happy, then..."

"You win."

Before Emiya could finish his words, Gojo Satoru had already given the answer.

"Emiya-kun, with his seriousness, might think I was just playing around. Actually, I was already extremely focused on this Noble Phantasm from myth and legend... but I never imagined there would be such a foul technique."

"Even if I insist on fighting, Emiya-kun actually has more Rule-type Noble Phantasms that I don't know about, right? It's just that due to the premise of the sparring, you can't use them properly."

"At least for now, I still can't think of any way to resist those weird rules. Please spare me... I still have a lot of commissions to do later."

It's weird, really weird.

Gojo Satoru, who had insisted on having a sparring match, now acted as if he was refusing to fight.

He opened his palm and walked in front of Emiya, patted Emiya's shoulder and sighed softly: "I'm sorry, I can't let you fight with all your strength in this state."

"But... you still have a lot of room for improvement."

"At least I'm looking forward to what Emiya-kun's [Domain Expansion] will look like."

Volume 1: Chapter 44 This is Gojo Satoru’s White Moonlight!

Could it be that the reason why Gojo Satoru chose to stop this competition was really because he had a lot of commissioned tasks to deal with next?

Of course not.

Even if cursed spirits of that level were tied together, it would only take one move for him to deal with them. It would even be much easier because he didn't have to run around.

This was partly due to the fact that he was completely unable to deal with that kind of rule-based Noble Phantasm, and therefore couldn't make Emiya give his all in this regard, but more importantly, there was another point—

If the commotion here so far could be arbitrarily attributed to Gojo Satoru teaching his students, it would be difficult to explain if it got any bigger.

As a matter of duty, the two assistant supervisors at the foot of the mountain will report what they see truthfully. It would be disastrous if those old guys knew about Emiya-kun's current strength.

Gojo Satoru knew that they might allow a few more first-level sorcerers to appear on their side, but if a special-level sorcerer suddenly appeared, it was easy to imagine what they would do.

Human beings are ultimately completely selfish creatures.

Don't say that a new special-grade sorcerer can greatly relieve the pressure on the sorcery world, or that rash internal strife will consume the internal manpower.

As for the former, no matter how difficult the profession of sorcerer is, the ones who are most in danger are ordinary people and some first-line sorcerers, and it has little to do with them.

As for the latter, if they all decline and even the continuation of their family bloodline becomes a problem, then what does it have to do with them whether the future of the curse world is dangerous?

Gojo Satoru admitted that there were many people in his family who were principled and responsible when faced with major issues, but that wasn't the whole story. Ultimately, the most troublesome people were the rats in the gutter.

Emiya still has a lot of room to grow, so Gojo Satoru will never let that kind of guy interfere with him.

【Field expansion】

Only a handful of sorcerers have mastered this technique, but Gojo Satoru is not worried about whether Emiya can master it.

With such...special magical power and such a strong will, it would be strange if he couldn't comprehend this technique.

The only thing that worries Gojo Satoru is that Emiya has not yet awakened his own life technique.

But he still stubbornly believed that Shirou's awakening was just delayed by something, and it was definitely not non-existent.

As for another very important reason...of course, Gojo Satoru was afraid that he would get into trouble again.

If some unaware people saw him in his current state, he would definitely be in trouble.

Gojo Satoru still had to spend a lot of effort to make those guys understand that the fact that Emiya-kun could fight him to this extent was due to his strength. This did not mean that he had become weaker, nor did it mean that those unaware guys had become stronger.

"By the way, Mr. Gojo, do you remember how much time has passed?"

"Eh?"

When Gojo Satoru suddenly heard Emiya ask such a question, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Why did he specifically keep track of the passage of time?

It was true, his sense of time had always been incredibly accurate, but now it was a bit distorted. It might have been the effect of the backlight sword, or it might have been because he was too focused on the battle.

But time is something he only needs to take out his phone to check...

"It's been almost twenty minutes, the curry rice is probably cold now."

"......ha?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped taking out his cell phone from his pocket.

This short sentence caused Gojo Satoru far more harm than the chest penetration surgery he had just undergone.

What is the light in his life?

He had never liked or been obsessed with women; as for cursed spirits, defeating those kind of creatures that could be easily dealt with was really uninteresting; and as for anime, the recent works that were becoming increasingly toilet paper-like almost made him want to blow up certain production companies.

So the greatest light in Gojo Satoru's life now is Emiya-kun's delicious food!

Every day when I come to Emiya-kun's room, I can encounter new food, and each one is extremely delicious. Isn't this kind of life worth looking forward to?

But now, the only light in his life, that curry rice, was about to be cruelly taken away.

If I use the Backlight Sword, can I recover the time lost as the food gradually gets cold?

“I want to go back now!!!”

boom--!

There was only a loud roar, and Gojo Satoru, who was originally standing in front of Emiya, disappeared without a trace. Only the hole left on the ground proved that he had existed.

This speed was even more exaggerated than when he just fought with Emiya, which made Emiya feel a little confused.

He was just about to ask if he wanted to reheat it for the other person?

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Huff--Huff--Huff--

"I vaguely remember~I vaguely remember~As expected, delicious food can only be enjoyed here with Emiya-kun. The others are just materials for replenishing energy."

Gojo Satoru made some rather exaggerated noises while eating the curry and rice he had just heated up.

Just like people who are used to eating delicacies from land and sea find it difficult to tolerate the blandness of plain noodles in clear soup, Gojo Satoru's taste has been completely ruined by Emiya.

Now, apart from the food made by Emiya himself, all he could eat were sweets and sweeter ones.

Sometimes Gojo Satoru would wonder if Emiya had put some strong drug in the food to make him look like this.

But on the one hand, Liuyan couldn't see any clues, and on the other hand, his [Infinity] had even reached the level of isolating poisons, so it was basically impossible.

He could only sigh that talent was indeed an insurmountable gap.

If he is the [strongest] in terms of combat ability, then Emiya-kun is probably the [strongest] in terms of cooking skills.

“Satoru!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

After finishing his meal, Gojo Satoru was stroking his stomach and lamenting the good times in his life, when suddenly a deafening shout came from outside the room.

click-

The next second, the door of the room was opened from the outside with a key, and a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses pushed the door open with a sullen face and walked in.

"Regarding the situation in the back mountain, I hope you can give a suitable reason."

"Not only will the renovation take a lot of effort, but we'll also need that space for an upcoming exchange meeting...don't come up with excuses like it was just a spur of the moment."

When criticizing Gojo Satoru's behavior, the strong man acted like an elder.

After seeing the other party, Gojo Satoru also showed a little embarrassment on his face.

He leaned close to Emiya's ear and whispered, "This is Principal Yaga Masamichi, the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jutsu High School."

"By the way, I haven't told him yet that you're living here."

Emiya: “….”

Volume 1: Chapter 45 Emiya Shirou, what is your reason for fighting?

Yaga Masamichi is the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Jujutsu. He is a Level 1 sorcerer and a master at creating cursed puppets called "Zhu Hu" (Spell Corpses).

At the same time, he was also the homeroom teacher who taught Gojo Satoru in the technical high school many years ago, so he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression when speaking to this "strongest".

Maybe this is the innate suppression of students by teachers?

The reason why he followed the route and came here this time was, of course, because of the battle just now.

Such a huge commotion, if it weren't for the barrier surrounding the high school, I'm afraid half of the people in Tokyo would be able to feel the explosion and the shaking as if an earthquake had come.

Before learning from the assistant supervisor that it was Gojo Satoru who was sparring with someone on the mountain, Yaga Masamichi would have thought that a missile was bombing the mountain top of the high school.

Even his own school is about to be demolished. What will happen if he, as the principal, doesn't come over to take a look?

"Hola hola, Principal Noctua~ Don't be angry~"

Facing the obviously angry Ye Mo Zheng Dao, Gojo Satoru carefully made a gesture similar to a lucky cat and waved his palm towards him.

"Combat is the only way to test one's true talent... Look here, look here. I've found a very good teacher for you."

"Emiya Shirou, despite his young age, is already a first-class sorcerer."

"......ah?"

Emiya was a little confused.

He had thought that Gojo Satoru would introduce himself to the other party, but what did it mean when he said he had found a very good teacher? He didn't remember ever agreeing to such a thing.

Strictly speaking, he hasn't even graduated from high school yet and can only be considered a junior high school graduate at best. In this situation, can he really be used as a teacher?

What if he is not even older than his students?!

Emiya had begun to suspect that Gojo Satoru said this just to divert the focus of the problem away from himself, because Yaga Masamichi's eyes were clearly focused on him.

"Hello, this is Emiya Shirou... Please guide me."

No matter what, it's impossible for me to live in someone else's school and not even have basic manners, right?

"Emiya Shirou... I heard there's a very powerful new sorcerer in Tokyo. In less than two weeks, he's defeated over twenty first-level cursed spirits. I didn't expect he's so young."

Even the more experienced and knowledgeable Yaga Masamichi couldn't help but marvel at Emiya's performance.

He could tell that Emiya's age was probably not much different from that of the students in the technical high school, but he was obviously more capable than most sorcerers in exorcising cursed spirits.

Even though he holds the position of high school principal, due to the fact that the world of curses is often short of manpower, Yaga Masamichi is inevitably required to undertake commissions to exorcise cursed spirits, so he understands how incredible it is to achieve such an achievement.

Likewise, he also understood Gojo Satoru better than most people—

"But, Satoru."

"Don't think you'll be held accountable for damaging the back mountain just because you've changed the subject. Even if there are reasons, you'll still be reprimanded for making a mistake. As a teacher, you must first set an example for your students."

"If the students weren't in school right now, etc..."

"What's that all about, Satoru?"

Because after entering the room, Yaga Masamichi's attention was mostly focused on the stranger Emiya, so it was only at this time that he noticed the big hole in Gojo Satoru's chest.