Chapter 40 Good Man Gojo Satoru

Under the sky was an even more shocking sky -

Gojo Satoru blinked gently.

The snow-white eyelashes are long, and under this sacred and inviolable solemnity, there are blue eyes that are enough to break the sky.

The surrounding gunpowder smoke was like shattered mist, dyeing the entire sky. Strong winds blew into the broken buildings, blowing up countless broken limbs and broken arms, and blood foam, but it could not touch the man at all.

He is always so pure and holy, just like a real god or Buddha descended to the earth.

There was a hint of indifference in his eyes as he looked at the short-haired woman who was lying on the ground in front of him and was slowly getting up.

She was standing on the ruins of a tall tower from some unknown building. Behind her was the blood-red sky that had become muddy and filthy due to the explosion of cursed energy, and under her feet were rubble and scorched earth.

Although reinforced concrete buildings are strong, they are still not strong enough in front of the six eyes.

Noso spat out a mouthful of blood foam casually, feeling the pain of the collision in his body, and actually laughed happily: "You are much better than them."

Compared with the previous Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru is indeed the strongest.

But——

So what if he’s the strongest?

So what if you are Gojo Satoru?

From the moment Kagura Mio stepped into the Gojo family, her fate was determined -

no human can defy fate, not even Gojo Satoru.

"Who?" Gojo Satoru keenly noticed the wrongness in her tone and his indifferent eyes narrowed slightly.

The羂索 smiled but said nothing.

She has no interest in solving puzzles for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru stared at her for two seconds.

He walked towards her step by step, the wind blowing his white hair. He had taken off his blindfold a long time ago, and now his hair was slightly blown by the wind, making him look cold and otherworldly.

The six eyes scanned the opponent's cursed energy fluctuations accurately, and Gojo Satoru knew clearly that there was something wrong with the person opposite him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong - the six eyes and the fluctuations of cursed energy both told him that this woman looked normal, just a sorcerer, but the strange temperament in her did not seem fake.

With black Chelsea leather shoes stepping on the ground, Gojo Satoru stared at Nosuke with a domineering and indifferent look, and suddenly said: "Who are you?"

"An unknown person."

"Your technique?"

"Have you felt it."

"Really?"

"Yes." Nosuke turned his gaze to the strongest in front of him, smiling, "Soul Weaving can fuse the memories of different sorcerers, and call and simulate their techniques or combat methods in a short time, just like--"

"Weaving a piece of music."

The next second, the cursed power of the woman in front of him instantly exploded. Her aura was somewhat similar to that of Yuji Itadori, but with a sinister sweetness. The whole person was like a small cake piled up with macarons, so sweet that Gojo Satoru wanted to vomit.

The imitative blood offensive, the shadow-binding book, the puppetry technique of summoning gods to possess the body... countless attacks came towards Gojo Satoru like a violent storm.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes were stern.

He raised his left hand and steadily caught the attack of the Japanese doll, crushed the opponent's head with one hand, and then without even looking up, he used his shameless approach to block the opponent's sticky blood, and said, "So dirty."

Nosoko attacked Gojo Satoru with all his strength and said, "Gojo teacher, I didn't realize you have mysophobia."

Gojo Satoru didn't even think about it and said, "Because I despise you."

"Really?" She smiled a little and increased the output power -

different techniques converged in her palms, like a five-string music played together, one after another, storm-like comfort emerged, intertwined, and played, forming a huge cursed ball over Shinjuku!

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, calculated accurately in his brain, and used his left hand to detonate the opponent's technique to avoid affecting more people, while summoning a high-power "He" and throwing it at the opponent.

The explosion light intertwined with black and red burst, as if countless filthy human blood and cursed spirits were composing an aria together. The noose felt the extreme pain in his body, but he felt extremely satisfied mentally.

She knew her body was damaged, and now she probably lost her left arm, right? But it doesn't matter, she didn't plan to leave here alive today.

"Are you still alive?" There was no emotion in Gojo Satoru's eyes, but his smile was playful.

Nozomi smiled and said, "Teacher Gojo feels sorry for her?"

Gojo Satoru sneered, "Don't disgust me."

"Of course it's... because of you."

"Really? I know I'm very charming, but I'm a good man, Gojo Satoru. I don't flirt with students' parents, mom Itadori."

"That's really a pity - after all, I've come so far just for this, haven't I?"

"Really? I don't believe it."

With an absolutely strong state, he stepped on the broken end of Nozomi's arm, and his thigh wrapped in the technical high school uniform exerted a little force, showing beautiful muscle lines.

He asked with a smile, as if he was interrogating a prisoner: "Does it hurt?"

"If it hurts... tell me quickly?"

The other party meant Yuji Itadori's mother. In addition, she had too many secrets, so he would not really kill her for the sake of the overall situation. But if Sukuna were to be reborn, he would dig up any information he could and would not hesitate, oh no, he would not be soft-hearted.

But the other party seemed to have no intention of surviving at all.

She closed her eyes slightly, and all the cursed energy in her body gathered into a huge black hole at this moment, staying in the sky above Shinjuku.

As the black hole took shape, Gojo Satoru saw a three-faced, six-armed female deity emerging from it - "Nijianten."

Legend has it that this female deity, who is the demon Pozun, can disturb the minds of enlightened people. A long whip shaped like a spine grew out of her tailbone, and wherever it went, there was pain and wailing from both magicians and non-magicians.

Is this... Nozomi's Shikigami?

“······”

Gojo Satoru let out a light breath.

He sighed helplessly, formed seals with his hands, and the "Hypostyle·Chi" gesture suddenly appeared. At the same time, a purple beam of light carrying the power of "Cang" and "He" accompanied by a roar of void shattering swept across the sky above Shinjuku streets in an unstoppable manner. The huge shikigami Nimiten was tightly wrapped in this strong light. She struggled painfully, and the cracked consciousness eye on her forehead kept turning. The eyes that could see through everything seemed to be sewn up by someone, and broke into countless fragments of cursed power in this unstoppable light, and fell from the sky bit by bit.

Kagura Mio looked at the falling fragments, and the moment she caught them with her open palms, she felt the strange cursed power surging in her body for a moment.

She whispered a waka poem from the Gojo family to calm herself, and then slashed at the cursed spirit the moment it attacked Fushiguro Megumi.

She looked at the sharp attack as a blade bursting out from her hand, and sighed in her heart that she was really good at using bugs:

her techniques could resonate, while Otsutsuki's techniques could be copied. After she resonated with Otsutsuki Yuta, she inherited his various techniques to a certain extent.

She stretched herself and thought that the feeling of knowing a little bit of everything was really interesting -

but why was her resonance with Otsutsuki only 90%? Even lower than Geto Suguru?

"What do you mean even lower than me? Do I deserve to be a loser?" Suguru Geto protested when he heard Kagura Mio mumbling on the phone. "Mio, you are getting more and more arrogant."

At that time, Kagura Mio was moving at high speed between the buildings above Shinjuku.

The coordinates sent by Katsuo Furukawa indicate that something is happening with Zenin Maki and Zenin Naohito, and she is on her way there.

"Okay, okay, how are things over there?"

asked Kagura Mio.

Geto Xiayou glanced at the demon girl Hashihime who was staring at him with resentment for forcing her to work overtime, then grabbed the human running around with a resentful attitude, tied him up, and threw him towards the assistant supervisors -

at first the assistant supervisors were not used to this overly rough method, but they found that tying up the other party was a very convenient means of control, so they got used to it, and even stuffed a rag into the mouth of the noisy guy.

Isn't it a kind of curse-eating spirit?

"It's not a big problem."

Xia Youjie said, holding his forehead.

"Tsk." Kagura Mio laughed and said, "Jay, I find that you are really suitable."

"What?" "

Be a security guard."

"..."

"Not just a security guard for love, but also a security guard for the happiness of all mankind - hey, don't hang up."

Looking at the hung up call, Kagura Mio sighed deeply, put the phone in her pocket, and started the resonance ritual to track the location of Zenin Naobito.

It wasn't until she saw the golden-haired dog that Kagura Mio was shocked: Damn, how did they locate Zenin Naoya?

Oh, she forgot that the two people's techniques are the same.

It's really a father and son fighting together.

Then -

Kagura Mio turned around and left without hesitation, leaving only a relaxed and at ease back to Zenin Naoya: "Maki-san is still waiting for me, the great Naoya, just solve it yourself, come on, Naoya little dog!" She

completely ignored the helpless and furious Zenin Naoya behind her.

The other side.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was staring at the almost weak woman in front of him and thought to himself:

Wrong decision.

He thought Erjiantian was a strong opponent, but he turned out to be a complete show-off - this man tied his life to Erjiantian, causing Gojo Satoru to make a slight misjudgment. While he used the sword to kill Erjiantian, the life of Nosuo was also counting down.

The dying woman had no fear of death at all.

She even smiled a rather contented smile, so much so that Gojo Satoru realized at that moment that something was wrong -

was she inducing him to kill her? !

But why?

In the setting sun, Noso looked at Gojo Satoru's tall and cold figure, and suddenly laughed very happily, humming softly the goodnight song he had sung to Yuji Itadori when he was a child.

Gojo Satoru might not understand why she was so happy, but Nozomi knew - she had ultimately ended up with a dead end in this game of chess.

When a chess player puts himself in the game, his moves can win him half the battle.

It’s so good, so good...

Noso used his remaining strength to lift his eyelids and looked at Gojo Satoru. In Gojo Satoru’s wide-open eyes, he said to him with his last breath: "Six-eyed Son of God."

"You killed the last chance to save her."

Gojo Satoru:? !

But he had no time to react, because the next second -

a red slash appeared, and the cursed power surged out like a tide, surrounding the entire Shinjuku district along the barrier "tent" built by countless sorcerers and auxiliary supervisors.

The scarlet sky slanted down. This was the curse of fate, the coming of the end of the world, and every step calculated by Nozomi himself - "

All things are impermanent. They are the laws of birth and death. Birth and death annihilate oneself, and nirvana is happiness."

The bleak wind ruffled Gojo Satoru's hair. He stood expressionlessly on the empty ruins, his clenched fists oozing with blood.

Sukuna reappears.

The battle has just begun.