Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 347 My Reflection

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

Today is a rare sunny day.

The morning breeze blew through the tips of my hair, bringing a warm and cool feeling.

On the playground not far away, young people were chasing and playing, and their laughter echoed across the green space and reached my ears without reservation.

The flowers in the corner are in full bloom, with pure white petals spreading out. Tiny bees are resting on the tender yellow stamens, diligently collecting nectar.

The fragrance of flowers wafts out faintly.

I took a deep breath, then slumped down lazily, leaning against the tree with my eyes squinted.

Originally, as an auditor, I was also going to participate in the upcoming exchange meeting between the technical college and Kyoto University.

But the people over there somehow found out about my great achievements in Jiying Juvenile Court, and discovered that I had actually [come back from the dead]. So they simply banned me for some weird reason like "there are too many controversies and I can't convince the public."

So, Yuji and the others were taken away by Maki for training, and I could just sit here leisurely, resting and watching their miserable appearance as they worked hard.

The morning sun shines softly through the gaps between the leaves. It's not hot, but it makes people drowsy.

I yawned slowly, exuding a lazy vibe.

As everyone can see, I have evolved into a salted fish that just eats and waits to die.

But I don’t think there is anything wrong with this. After all, being a nobody in a technical college is better than being the strongest.

Today was the date I had agreed to meet with Fushiguro Shiji. At eight o'clock in the evening, he was waiting for me at the restaurant three days ago.

This guy... unexpectedly became a lot more considerate. Not only did he leave me so much buffer time, he even wisely didn't show up in front of me. Even Meegumi didn't know his whereabouts. It was as if he had just disappeared from the face of the earth.

However, when it came to the end, I still felt a little nervous and anxious.

After all...it's kind of funny.

I guess no one can understand this feeling of homesickness.

"Here you go." A familiar voice appeared beside me without me noticing.

Before I turned my head, I felt the cool touch on my cheek and my whole body shuddered, and I became much more awake in an instant.

"Gojo Satoru, what are you doing?" I was startled, looking at the face in front of me, and complained angrily, "You walk without making any sound, are you a ghost?"

"I mean well." He squatted down and said with a smile, "You look like you haven't woken up yet, so I'm here to help you wake up."

“Thank you so much.” There was no need for me to be overly polite with him. I took the coffee readily and was about to open it when I was caught off guard by the big words on it - Wild Peppermint Latte.

This weird thing again.

"Oh..." I sighed deeply, looking quite sad.

"What's the matter?" He sat down next to me, his long legs stretched out in an unpresentable manner, and also leaned against the tree. "You are so young, and you are so worried."

"...Who said you're so young? Don't treat me like a kid, OK?" I picked up the can of coffee and shoved it in front of him. "Also, is the Gojo family going bankrupt? They didn't even order a normal drink!"

"It's great to be able to give you this." He glanced at me and said coldly, "Yes, I'm going bankrupt. You've bankrupted me."

Me: “…….Ah?”

"You took everything from my refrigerator." He complained to me bitterly, muttering, "This is all I have left. How dare you despise it!"

It's because I'm disgusted that I only left this.

I didn't expect him to be such a vengeful guy. He's still thinking about what happened three days ago, and he didn't even go to restock the goods. Isn't he just waiting for me here?

Now that I am so poor that I can only afford to eat slag and may even owe 100 million, I am so shameless that I educate him earnestly (PUA): "Come on, stealing food from your refrigerator is a recognition of your taste."

"Think about it carefully. I don't steal other people's things, I only steal yours. You should be proud of that!"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru raised his lips as if he was about to laugh. He pointed to the cafeteria in the northeast corner and asked, "So the cabbage that looks like it was gnawed by a mouse also came from your affirmation."

“........” I looked away feeling a little guilty.

Having said that, there is no way to continue.

God knows why there were no leftovers in there. If one was not extremely hungry, who would be so hungry as to eat raw vegetables?

"Don't you have any tasks today?" I touched my nose and simply changed the subject, staring at the tiger stick that was being held by the ankle by the panda and flying around on the playground, "If you have the time, you might as well go and instruct the students first."

"Jie will take care of it." Gojo Satoru said confidently, "And do I look like someone who loves working overtime?"

Like, very similar.

You are no longer a 007 office worker, you should be called a 007 agent.

"You don't like working overtime, but you like to come up to me and make fun of me?" I asked.

His eyes drifted vaguely into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, but he chose not to say it out loud.

Just when I thought he was finally going to speak, this guy snorted and said to me, "Can't I, as a teacher, care about the mental state of my students?"

"Stop!" I got goosebumps all over my body. I sat up straight immediately, gestured to him to stop, and said very seriously, "I beg you, please stop calling yourself my teacher, okay?"

I always have the illusion that the cat I raised at home will one day turn into an old grandfather, stroking his snow-white beard and smiling kindly at me.

All in all, it’s hard to comment.

Gojo Satoru looked away and stopped dwelling on the topic. Instead, he started chatting about some things related to life.

"The technical college is quite far from the city center, and there is no direct bus. If you want to go there, you have to change stations three times and walk a long way. However, Ijichi usually drives out..."

...You'd better let poor Ichichi go. If I want to go out, I will fly out by myself.

"Nano's infirmary is usually open. But don't go to her in the morning. She'll be very grouchy when she wakes up, and she might even chase you with a scalpel."

I'm sorry, Nozomi has never lost her temper with me (except the time when she went to the hospital), so the main reason is probably that you and Geto Suguru deserve a beating.

"I applied for a Cursed Corpse for you from Principal Night Moth, but I think it might be of little use to you. I'll give both to Yuji. Do you have any objections?"

And then let him enjoy double the punch?!

"Jay bought two pieces yesterday..."

"I say." He kept talking about this and that for a long time, but still didn't get to the point. I couldn't help but sigh and interrupted him, asking directly, "You didn't come to me to talk about this, did you?"

"......." Gojo Satoru paused abruptly, blinked, and turned his face around, still looking nonchalant, "Oh, Youxin-chan."

"I can't chat with you if I have nothing to do."

I didn't say anything, just pursed my lips and stared into his eyes.

"You are quite sharp sometimes."

"I've always been very sharp." I complained to him bluntly, "When you say this about others, have you ever thought that it's not that they are sharp, but that you are too insensitive!"

"So what's going on?"

"I'm here to give you this." Gojo Satoru took out a pocket-sized object from his pocket and handed it to me, "Keep it."

It's a newly made student ID card.

The photo used was still the one that Wild Rose had cut off as a posthumous portrait, but it had been retouched back to color.

"Although according to your ability, you have fully reached the level of a special-grade sorcerer. However, you did not participate in the evaluation, and... you are not a formal student of the technical high school, so you can only be evaluated as level two for the time being."

"It doesn't matter." I stared at the words [Yushin Yuji] and [Second Level Spellcaster] on it, stroked it gently twice, and said indifferently, "Ratings and such, it doesn't matter."

Anyway...

In the current world of sorcery, there are only four top-grade sorcerers, three of whom plus Fushiguro Shigeki are openly members of the Gojo Faction, which is already conspicuous enough.

If they come up with another special grade, it will be too eye-catching, and it might cause unnecessary trouble. Although they can definitely handle it.

It's just a second level, so it's better to keep a low profile.

After delivering the things, Gojo Satoru did not leave.

He lowered his head, then quietly asked, "Will you blame me?"

"Hmm?" I was a little confused when I heard him ask such a question out of the blue. I blinked and asked, "Why do I blame you?"

"You were surrounded by a curse master and a dozen special curse spirits." He didn't joke around or make any witty remarks, but just asked, "Jay and I weren't here, and no one could help you. You must have been very scared at that time, right?"

Being treated so seriously by him, I laughed softly, looked up at him and asked, "What's the matter? In your heart, am I such a person who loves to blame others for everything?"

“That’s not what I meant.” He lowered his eyes, still meeting mine seriously, his blue eyes sparkling like the waves crashing on the coast, “Because I’m the strongest.”

"When you were in danger, I didn't come to help you in time. As a result, you were almost killed and survived. I feel a little guilty."

"Then I advise you not to feel guilty." I sat up straight, hugged my knees with my hands, and said to him word by word, "You and Jie, don't feel guilty."

"Because it's not your fault that this happened."

"Eh... that's what I thought."

"Yeah." I nodded vigorously, not looking at him. I just immersed myself in my own world and said slowly, "Because... although I can't do it completely, I am more or less reflecting on it."

I tried very hard to reflect on myself, considering Gojo Satoru as my ceiling and thinking of relying on him for everything.

In the first week, I was actually very selfish.

The instructions given to Gojo Satoru due to the curse of Tsumiki were not given to a trusted companion and friend, but rather a blame-shifting statement like "You're the strongest anyway, so why don't I just leave everything to you?"

Perhaps, only when we stand in the same position, suffer the same experience, and taste the same pain, can we put ourselves in other people's shoes and consider their feelings.

About Geto Suguru's darkening, Fushiguro Shinobu's fall, and...Gojo Satoru's loneliness.

It wasn't until I landed in Shibuya and was placed in the same position as Gojo Satoru, appearing as his gender-changed alter ego, that I finally understood everything.

How unbearable it is to be treated with equal force and malice.

His strength is unique, so the malice he suffers is also unique.

Many people in the world of sorcery live under the protection of Gojo Satoru, enjoying the sense of security brought by his power.

Gazing at him, gazing up at him, worshipping him, offering him sacrifices, and shaping him into a statue of a god.

I tell God my wishes, and God should respond to me.

But...such expectations are a heavy burden for him.

Why must Gojo Satoru do these things well? What qualifications do I have to demand that he do so?

Just because he is insensitive and can repair the damage he has suffered, I cannot use this as a reason to hurt him at will.

Even God would get tired.

And every time, when he said lightly: I am Gojo Satoru, I would think in my heart, so what even if I am Gojo Satoru.

Even if Gojo Satoru is the strongest, so what.

Your red eyes leaning on the Barcelona chair, the look in your eyes when you occasionally looked out the window, the look on your face when you saw the noose occupying Geto Suguru's body and attacking you, the look on your face when you were trapped in the prison gate, quietly touching the skull without saying a word, could they all disappear because of these words?

【I am Gojo Satoru】

It was a lie that fooled almost everyone.

"I don't understand why you had to be there even at that time." I lowered my eyes, looked at the flowers and leaves fluttering on the grass, and said softly, "Mingming, you didn't do anything wrong."

It was not until today that I had the opportunity to fully express my long-held feelings.

"You are indeed the strongest, but even the strongest can miss many things. Should I blame you for not rushing over there to save me?" I said, "That doesn't make sense."

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

I could hear him clenching his hands tightly, until the blood rushed to his fingertips, and then he suddenly loosened his hands.

His Adam's apple moved, and he took the unopened bottle of coffee in my hand as if he was very thirsty, unscrewed the lid with force, and then drank it down with great force.

"Gudong gulp" down a few mouthfuls.

Then, a very light and subtle sigh came from deep in the throat.

"Youxin-chan." I finally heard a voice, blue eyes looked at me deeply, and he asked, "Have you really just met me?"