Chapter 44 Coward

hurts.

Kagura Mio thought.

She didn't know where she was, or why she felt so uncomfortable. She only knew that she was in a state of confusion -

and guilt.

Yes, she knew clearly that she was the one who attacked Gojo Satoru with her own hands.

At that time, she was not completely unconscious. On the contrary, Kagura Mio watched her body go out of control with her own eyes, felt herself losing control of her body, watched her body being taken away by the ritual personality that could no longer be suppressed within her body, and then stabbed Gojo Satoru without hesitation.

The moment the sharp blade pierced his skin and penetrated deep into his muscles, Kagura Mio seemed to feel the touch of her flesh being pierced, just like the countless times she had stabbed the sharp blade into the enemy's fatal parts -

"Kagura Mio" attacked Gojo Satoru so simply and easily, as if they had never been so close before.

She desperately wanted to regain control of her body, even rushing around in her own soul world, trying to regain her will in a way that was close to self-destruction -

at least, not to hurt him anymore.

He is tired enough.

Kagura Mio doesn't remember clearly what happened afterwards -

she only knew that she regained consciousness for a short time, replaced her ritual personality, and then seemed to be controlled by someone. When she woke up again, she was wearing shackles that were restrained by many spells. Both her physical limbs and her spiritual soul seemed to be tightly imprisoned by something.

She couldn't even open her eyes.

In a state of chaotic consciousness, she and the ritual personality were in the same space.

The technique used by the opponent seems to be related to fire.

It was not the fire of the volcanic cursed spirit that Geto Suguru had mentioned, nor was it the blazing flame that Sukuna could burn. Instead, it was a very strange flame that used red silk thread as a medium.

Wherever the red silk thread went, it was burned by the flames, like a phoenix emerging from its wings, bringing up layers of flames that made people feel painful pressure on their chests.

The fire that could evoke the deepest trauma in almost everyone's heart seemed to have consciousness, able to bind humans and even resonate with them -

completely destroying a person's existence from the spirit to the body.

At this moment, the ritual personality with the same face as her was sitting lazily on a pile of crocheted red silk threads, looking at Kagura Mio who was standing in the distance in a daze, and looked at her with a bit of boredom: "Come and chat with me."

Kagura Mio was too lazy to pay attention to her now.

She simply ignored the other person, but that person was very difficult to deal with. Without even thinking, he used the silk thread to hook her in a strange posture and rolled her in front of Shuyi like an insect tied up by a spider: "Is there something wrong?"

Shuyi stared at her for two seconds.

Really looks like him, this guy.

Luosuo really took great pains to find such a container for her.

She reached out her hand and patted Kagura Mio's face with a sweet smile, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. It's not good to have such a pretty face angry~"

She slowly approached Kagura Mio, her lips painted with bright red lipstick looked plump like a rose in bud: "I'm very curious, our great Miss Kagura, do you like him so much?"

Kagura Mio glared at her while enduring the severe pain in her mind and body: "What?"

"It's that white-haired guy." She could also feel the physical and mental binding techniques, but she had been tied up for thousands of years and was used to the pain.

So she just shrugged nonchalantly and poked Kagura Mio's face with her fingertips, "Do you like him that much?"

"······"

Kagura Mio didn't want to answer this question.

As a jutsu that resides in her body, how could she not know how much she likes Gojo Satoru? It's just to force her to admit it again.

So Kagura Mio had no intention of resuming the ritual, she just sat there with her eyes closed, trying to clear her mind.

The things that bound her were probably the most powerful spells and techniques from the Jujutsu Academy. The effect of this kind of confinement technique from the technical college is always stronger the stronger the resistance is. She is trying to reduce her resistance as much as possible and try to suppress this emotion, so that she can at least feel better -

no, that's not right, it hurts -!

The moment she relaxed, her brain seemed to be invaded by someone, and the strange feeling made her feel uncomfortable instantly!

It was as if something was breaking through her barriers layer by layer, invading bit by bit, like a fly that could penetrate any hole, or perhaps the most annoying cursed spirit, searching for her mental weaknesses and piercing in bit by bit, as if to swallow her whole -

not just her mind, but her body as well.

The excruciating pain that almost made her curl up was like millions of ants growing on her flesh, ready to break out of the ground at any time, but her body was trapped and felt heavy, and she had no idea what was happening to her -

for a moment, Kagura Mio thought:

Perhaps, she had died a long time ago, and now only her consciousness existed -

"So stupid." Shushi stretched out his hand lazily and patted Kagura Mio on the head nonchalantly, and the crimson silk thread instantly wrapped around Kagura Mio's body.

Just at this moment, Kagura Mio suddenly felt like she had come back to life.

She looked at the technique in front of her, who was looking at her seductively, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "That guy only found a container like this for me? How stupid."

"But--"

She reached out and pinched Kagura Mio's cheek, with a bit of condescending indifference in her tone, "It can be used."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and the silk thread tightly wrapped around Kagura Mio's body as if it had intelligence, getting tighter and tighter -

suffocating, uncomfortable - Kagura Mio felt she couldn't breathe, she gasped instinctively, looking at the technique in front of her painfully, and for the first time she really realized--

to the technique, she was just a tool that could be discarded at will, a container that suited her.

She can be anything, but she can't be Kagura Mio.

"Actually, this will be difficult..."

"According to what they meant, it should be strictly handled..."

"But..."

"Will she agree?"

"..."

"What is the adaptation level now?"

"99%. It has remained at this value since Wu brought her back."

"It will be overloaded at any time."

"That's why I think she should be restrained."

"But what if Kagura's consciousness of resistance is too strong and she can't restrain herself and loses control?"

"So I suggest letting Gojo handle this matter."

"Where is Gojo?"

"... I don't know."

"Then let Getsu handle it."

"Is Getsu okay?"

"..."

Getsu took a deep breath and walked out of the stuffy meeting room.

He had seen the winter night scene many times. He was still confused at that time. Rationally he knew that he should continue his mission as a religious leader, but emotionally he would occasionally drift back to the good old days. It seemed like something from the last century that he was so frankly worried about his peers.

He couldn't help but think of the night in Sendai many years ago, when he, Gojo Satoru, and Ieiri Shoko had a brief discussion with each other, and they had already confirmed their feelings to each other -

they would protect Kagura Mio.

But then he left first.

Until that night some time ago -

Gojo Satoru and he walked side by side on the campus of the technical high school.

The moonlight was like water, and he saw the faint dark circles under his best friend's eyes. For a moment, the two men, who were almost thirty years old, saw their younger selves through each other.

When Gojo Satoru heard him talk about the reason why he lost faith in humans, he was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "You are really childish, Jie."

"······Now it seems like this."

"I'm not talking about that, it's just that don't you think that, if we really talk about evil, those rotten oranges are not evil?"

The white-haired man's words were like a wake-up call in his heart. For a moment, Xia Youjie felt his soul vibrating, until he heard Gojo Satoru's words, and realized that he was resonating with his 17-year-old self -

"Human beings are a mixture of evil and good. Not all non-magicians are purely evil, nor are magicians purely good. To be honest, I'm not interested in their life or death, it's just that I know what I should do, so I embarked on this path-"

Becoming a sorcerer and choosing to protect humans was simply because Gojo Satoru could do it, so he did it.

He is not a person without a sense of good and evil, and he also has things he wants to do. It’s just that for the strongest person, it is too difficult to take care of the safety of an individual one-on-one.

He smacked his lips and looked cynical: "Anyway, I only care about Mio Mio."

"But I'm serious." Gojo Satoru turned his head slightly to look at Geto Suguru, shrugged his shoulders, looking lazy, "Geto, you're too middle school. I should have sent you to work at Leyan Temple a long time ago, and you would know the worst of human nature."

At that time, Geto Suguru didn't understand, but now he at least understands something -

those senior executives hope that Gojo Satoru can completely control Kagura Mio, or directly kill her before her ritual personality takes over the main consciousness.

For the top leaders of the sorcery world, it was just the loss of a top-grade sorcerer, but it saved the lives of so many people - what a good deal, isn't it?

But.

Geto Xiayou smiled bitterly.

It's wrong to treat human life as a business, isn't it?

"Mr. Xia Yu, where are you going?" Ijichi Jie Gao was a little flustered when he saw Xia Yujie suddenly leave the table.

Mr. Gojo is missing now, and if Mr. Getsuyu also runs away, Miss Kagura will be in real danger.

The man in the loose black monk's robe had a faint smile on his face.

He was clearly smiling, but there was compassion in his eyes:

"My opinion is, I disagree."

He turned to look at Ijichi Jiegao, then looked at the senior executives behind him who were discussing the life and death of Kagura Mio, and said loudly: "

Mio is the smartest person I have ever met. She will handle it. I believe in her."

The voice of the special-grade sorcerer was calm and steady, and because of his own strength, everyone in the conference room could hear it clearly even at a distance, and they all fell silent for a moment.

"Is that what you said at the time?" Kagura Mio raised her eyebrows and looked at Geto Suguru with a little shock.

She really didn't expect Geto Suguru to say such a thing.

But, that's true.

Geto Suguru is a man who has the great courage to embrace his beliefs even if it means destroying himself. At least when it comes to dealing with emotional issues, he has much more courage than her and Gojo.

"Where is Gojo?"

"I don't know where she went."

Geto Suguru looked at the woman in front of him who had regained consciousness but whose limbs were tightly tied up with the Sky-binding Chains, and said with a bit of confusion in his tone: "You two..."

At that time, he thought that Gojo Satoru was injured by Sukuna, until Yuji Itadori said that Gojo Sensei was beaten by Kagura Sensei, he realized something was wrong.

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem unhappy at all. He was too normal, so normal that even Geto Suguru was a little surprised -

"Coward."

Kagura Mio felt dizzy and couldn't see everything clearly.

She murmured softly, and it was unclear whether she was talking about Gojo Satoru.

Still talking about herself.

At the heart, the red line of the procedure was still tightening.