Chapter 47 I only want her

Kagura Mio doesn’t understand.

What is this?

It's obviously painful, both of them are in pain, but they still have to hug each other despite the countless thorns that have grown on them. Why? What's the point? What do you want?

She didn't understand, she really didn't understand.

Her emotions were already unstable due to the loss of control of the technique. She looked at the crazy but indifferent Gojo Satoru in a daze, and suddenly her soul left her body for a moment.

She thought, this is actually a good thing.

She hates him and he hates her too, how nice.

If we can't love each other, we can hate each other.

You see, neither Kagura Mio nor Gojo Satoru are the type to be good at resenting others, and they don't even have that deep feelings for others - it's great, Kagura Mio and Gojo Satoru are truly the sun and the moon, and they're going to be together everywhere.

Her tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and fell onto the bed.

She didn't know when she came here, but she just came here.

With warm tears streaming down her face, Kagura Mio realized for the first time how fragile she was.

But dear, human emotions are so complicated. She never thought of herself as a fragile person, but right now, this feeling was enough to make her close her eyes in pain -

"Gojo Satoru."

This name she had repeated countless times in her heart, the person who grew up with her, the most important person in her life -

"Oh?"

The man looked down at her, his eyes clear yet crazy.

Kagura Mio extended her hand.

She gently covered Gojo Satoru's eyes.

I don’t know if he thought she was going to hit him, but Gojo Satoru just looked stunned as he gently covered his eyes.

The six eyes that could see through everything and reach the realm of God's Pure Land were covered. Kagura Mio let her tears flow out bit by bit, pretending that he couldn't see.

Gojo Satoru was a little surprised.

He felt her pain.

"So you're in the same pain as me, Mio."

He laughed softly, with a hint of unknown joy in his tone, "That's great, Mio."

He was not the only one in pain between them.

Actually, Gojo Satoru doesn't care about this kind of thing.

For him, even if Kagura Mio wanted to hate someone, she would have to hate him - Kagura Mio was born a goddess, and all her fluctuating emotions belonged to him.

So, he let Kagura Mio cover his eyes, then turned his head slightly to find her wrist, leaving fine and dense kiss marks on her wrist.

"Kagura Mio, if you want to hate someone, hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"No, you hate me."

"What about you, Satoru, do you hate me?"

Gojo Satoru did not answer the question, but left a tooth mark on her wrist -

"Kagura Mio, tell me whether I hate you or not?"

After she fell asleep crying, Gojo Satoru tidied up the two of them, then put on a shirt and sat on the sofa.

His long legs were wrapped in suit pants that he casually pulled out of the closet, his shirt was slightly open, and his whole aura looked lonely and cold.

There was a glass of boiled water at hand. Gojo Satoru was in no mood to make some strawberry milk to drink, so he just fooled himself with the boiled water.

Why?

He thought.

Why did the two of them become like this? Why was there no way to stop her from being assimilated, no matter how hard he tried?

Yes, at this time, Gojo Satoru had to admit that

Kagura Mio would be assimilated by the technique.

It all started with his visit to Kagura's house.

After all, having grown up in the Gojo family, Kagura Mio's relationship with her parents was not close, but this couple had done their best to find the best way out for her -

so when they saw the six-eyed Kamiko who came in at night and looked a little tired, they looked at each other without hesitation and took Gojo Satoru into the inner room.

"All the information we can find about the child Mio's technique is right here."

After Kagura Mio was born, the head of the Kagura family sorted out the information in the library in detail and kept all the information related to Kagura Mio for himself to prevent any accidents.

But now is obviously not the time to hide anything.

In the Japanese-style house, Gojo Satoru calmly looked at the documents under the light.

The advantage of a large family is that all rituals are recorded, and the same is true for Kagura Mio's resonance -

"Rituals are like objects, and are the ultimate weapons."

"Although it is called resonance, its characteristic is not in the ritual, but in the sorcerer himself. A sorcerer who has a comfortable resonance is himself an excellent container, the most suitable existence in the world to hold the 'ritual'."

"Everyone's body has its limits, but if there is a body that can hold the most perfect ritual in the world, can it be considered the strongest, most rational, and most perfect existence in the world?"

"The existence of a ritual has never been a secondary personality. The existence as a container is the so-called secondary personality and by-product. In such a case, resonance with others can often only stay at 99% of the maximum value."

"But what if it is a resonance with oneself?"

"And take the 'ritual' as the main personality, replace the physical body with the mind, or yearn for perfection, find the mirror of true knowledge, and seek the method of omniscience and omnipotence. Therefore, this is regarded as the meaning of the existence of the ritual."

"······"

Gojo Satoru carefully read the notes written by someone unknown. He swore that he had never been so serious in school in his life. But precisely because he was so serious, he was helpless -

because Kagura Mio's existence has always been just a secondary "container".

Just like split personality, Kagura Mio is the secondary personality that needs to be consumed and assimilated for mental treatment, and the personality that is the ritual is the main personality.

She is the container of the ritual, the best carrier and weapon of the ritual, a sharp blade that is unrestrained enough to become the most powerful existence in the world, but she is not Kagura Mio.

“······”

Memories flooded into his memory like a tide, and Gojo Satoru leaned gently on the sofa.

His hair had long been stood up by his eye mask, and the young man's cold and somewhat helpless temperament seemed particularly heavy in the night. His slender fingertips tugged at his eye patch from time to time, and he suddenly remembered something very strange -

the woman with stitches on her head, Yuji Itadori's mother, said to him before she died -

"You killed the only chance to save her."

What does it mean?

An ominous and terrifying premonition formed in his mind. Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and thought about his next countermeasures.

It's not that he didn't know that Kagura Mio was standing behind the door and peeking at him, but he had just done something asshole-like - when she was crying, he grabbed her ankle and asked her with a smile: "Mio, are you unhappy? Why did you run away? Now that you are free, are you still running away?"

He admitted that he was a little excited to see her crying, and he was in a bad mood and couldn't help it for a while, but -

now was not the time to think about that kind of thing.

And she would be embarrassed if she went there now.

Why.

Gojo Satoru sighed softly and let himself curl up on the sofa.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes were right. Kagura Mio was standing at the door looking at him at this moment.

The tall and strong man changed into a shirt and trousers. Because he put them on casually, the whole person looked loose, but he looked particularly handsome and stylish. That person was born with a superior character like a royal family and a casual and relaxed attitude towards life, which intertwined into that kind of charming but lazy temperament.

But Kagura Mio looked at Gojo Satoru under the moonlight. Although the lights were not on but the neon lights outside the window were bright enough to illuminate the room a little, she felt inexplicably sad for him.

Is he there, feeling sad for her?

Kagura Mio blinked slowly.

She always knew that she seemed to have misunderstood him. She knew it on a rational level, of course, but her emotions were different -

she was still a little sad.

But Kagura Mio knew very well that she had misunderstood Gojo Satoru.

So she didn't ask, didn't step forward, and didn't say anything. She just turned around, curled up in bed, and fell asleep.

I don’t know if it was because she was too tired the day before, but when Kagura Mio woke up, it was already noon. The first moment she opened her eyes, she subconsciously looked for the people next to her, but found that the seat next to her was empty.

She was stunned for two seconds, climbed up from the bed, looked at the glass of cold milk on the bedside table beside her, and her thoughts drifted thousands miles away.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru has completed a mission and is heading to the Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

Ijichi Jiegao stepped on the accelerator nervously all the way, and he almost turned into a mole hiding in the ground. He carefully observed Mr. Gojo's reaction through the rearview mirror, fearing that he would make him angry.

Mr. Gojo is in a completely low mood today!

What happened in the meeting hall yesterday quickly spread throughout the college. Almost everyone was discussing the romantic affair between Mr. Gojo, Miss Kagura, and Mr. Getsu. Ijichi Jie Gao didn't know about it, but Mr. Getsu and Miss Kagura were completely innocent! ! !

He took a deep breath, looked at the traffic jam on the road, and asked Gojo Satoru weakly: "Mr. Gojo, if there is a traffic jam--"

"Wait a minute."

Gojo Satoru took a light breath and turned his gaze to the window beside him -

on the road, the cars passing by were all stopped on the road due to the street lights. The avenue that was always busy with traffic in the past now looked like a sand pit blocked by rain. Everyone was trapped in the sand pit and no one could get out.

Isn’t that what love is?

Voluntarily sinking and self-degrading, it is painful but satisfying.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Gojo Satoru's lips, and this smile was even more obvious when he was negotiating with Yega Masamichi.

Yes, that was the only reason why he hurried to the Jujutsu High School today -

"Teacher, how can I set her free?"

As soon as Yega Masamichi saw Gojo Satoru's appearance, he knew the purpose of his visit.

He looked at the student in front of him:

he had become a man. His facial features had not changed much, but his whole temperament was more lonely, calmer, and even more desolate.

He is far less noisy and boyish than he was at the age of 17, but he has become more serious and steadier with the responsibility he bears.

After Geto Suguru's defection, Yega Masamichi often wondered, if he had been more tolerant of the child, if he had taken better care of him, if he had discovered that something was wrong with him earlier and corrected it -

perhaps the outcome would have been different?

But there is no second chance in life, and Geto Suguru will never go back to the age of 17.

But the reality in front of him is:

this is Kagura Mio's 28th birthday, and Yaga Masamichi doesn't want his student to go down a path of no return again.

But -

"Wu, we all know that Mio would not do anything to hurt others."

"She would rather kill herself than kill others."

"But, Wu."

Yega Masamichi slowly took off his sunglasses.

He was truly willing to ask Gojo Satoru as a man:

"What will you do if Mio really can't control herself?"

"..."

The winter wind rolled in along the half-open window sill, hooking around Gojo Satoru's neck with a slight coolness, making his expression a little dazed and a little indifferent.

At that moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly understood.

It wasn't that he understood what he should do, but that he suddenly understood -

his determination.

He raised his head, opened his eyelids, and said to Yega Zhengdao in a tone that was almost a solemn oath:

"I am willing to be the gambler."

"I am willing to make this bet for her."

"The price of the bet is everything you have as Gojo Satoru."

The man's eyes were filled with a tenacity that could almost be called obsession:

"I just want her to be alive and safe."