[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Summer rain always comes quickly and frequently.

Gojo Satoru sat quietly in the car, his eyes wandering on the rain-stained window.

The originally tiny water droplets slid down the glass, leaving winding water marks as the rain grew heavier.

These days, he was busy shuttling through the streets and alleys of Tokyo, exorcising the cursed spirits that continued to grow in the summer.

But he never gave up and pursued the trace of the mysterious man wearing the mask with wave patterns.

Time passed, and it was already mid-August, but he still couldn't find out the other party's identity.

That person disappeared like a fish into the sea.

Last month, the power of Panxing Sect was taken over by another organization called "Tianyi".

The origin of Tianyi Sect comes from China across the sea. It is a charity organization where ordinary people gather and practice kindness to others?

They do not believe in Tianyuan as a god, but worship a legendary giant beast called Kraken.

Intelligence information from the Gojo family showed that this organization seemed to have extensive research in mechanical manufacturing, and had even developed a communicator that was not affected by tents or barriers.

Currently, Tianyi Sect is in the process of conducting business negotiations and cooperation with Chanyuan Family.

Gojo Satoru was not interested in this gathering of small minions. After all, there were thousands of beliefs in the world, even if they were related to the world of sorcery.

But there is nothing unusual about just selling items that might help increase the survival rate of sorcerers.

However, because the Gojo family was unwilling to fall behind the Zenin family, they also sent someone to contact and try out the practical effects of the communicator they developed, so the name Tianyi Sect fell into his ears.

What he cares more about is...

"Ding dong."

The wooden door of a dessert shop called Botta, which specializes in strawberry cakes, was pushed open from the inside out, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the door made a crisp sound.

His attention was instantly drawn to the voice, and when he looked up, he saw a young girl in a printed T-shirt and washed jeans, carrying a cake box and leaving with an umbrella.

Not her, not the face he was expecting.

Gojo Satoru knew that his current state was not right, and he had told himself countless times in his heart not to have anything to do with the girl named Huailiang.

The first two weeks were fine. He comforted himself that the reason he paid attention to that person was just because he suspected that her appearance next to Geto Suguru had ulterior motives.

As they worked day and night to exorcise the cursed spirits over the past month, according to his observations, although the two of them kept in touch via mobile phone from time to time, the frequency was not too high and they had not met again.

He thought, maybe she was really just an ordinary person.

But later, I happened to pass by this dessert shop and saw a familiar figure through the window, busy among many diners.

An emotion mixed with excitement and sadness burst out from the bottom of his heart and instantly filled his chest.

He didn't understand where such emotion came from, but it was indeed an experience he had never had since he was born.

Therefore, he explained his behavior of running here to spy on the other party's life during the rest period when he was exorcising the cursed spirits as a kind of unwillingness.

That’s right, I just feel unwilling.

It was obvious that he met her before Geto Suguru, he was the one who arrived first.

He had an extremely affluent family background, a powerful strength that was admired by the world, and a handsome face that was always successful among strange female groups.

But she just didn't care about him and ignored him.

He had never gotten any favor from her, and couldn't even gain the upper hand in verbal exchanges, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

So...he would come over to peek at her from time to time?

This is obviously illogical and makes no sense at all. It is not the conclusion that his brain, which is known for its rationality, would come to after thinking.

But he couldn't, and didn't dare to think about other... possible reasons.

Just like the rainy days like now, every rainy night, he even began to have the same dream over and over again -

I dream about her all night long.

It was in an apartment he owned in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

In her dreams, she always stood barefoot in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window on a rainy night with thunder and lightning.

She didn't seem to be afraid of the rumbling thunder like an ordinary girl, but was enjoying the heavy rain and the neon lights of the city on the windows that were blurred by the rain with great interest.

In fact, he has never liked rainy days.

Although he could start unlimited defense, it would always affect his exploration of various famous or unknown dessert shops in the city - he couldn't use the spell in a crowd.

But he really liked the rainy days in his dreams.

To be precise, he really liked this quiet space, the lightning and thunder coming from outside, and the rain pouring down from the sky that seemed to have a hole in it.

——It was as if there were only him and her left between heaven and earth.

At first, he couldn't get close to her.

He could only sit on the sofa and play video games. Once he put down the game controller and tried to walk towards her, he would be instantly awakened from his dream.

Then he tried to control the movements of the game character while turning his head to look at her - this was not a difficult task for him who had the gift of six eyes.

He began to try to talk to her and invite her to play games together. Although he was rejected by her, the dream began to continue.

As he tried to develop the narrative in the right direction as possible, she said she was going to take a shower and smelled of alcohol after the dinner.

So he nodded in agreement, and said that there were clean towels and spare clothes prepared in the bathroom.

Such a conversation was enough to make his heart flutter and start his imagination.

If they were not particularly close, why would she appear alone in his apartment and have dinner with his friends?

The time waiting for her seemed particularly long, and he even began to count the number of thunders outside the window while continuing the game in his hands.

Later, she put on his white T-shirt and walked into the living room again.

He was tall, and the white clothes looked particularly loose on her body.

She seemed to have taken a long bath. Her fair skin was pink and wet.

Then she asked him for clean underwear.

This made him a little disappointed. It seemed that they were not living together and she did not live here permanently.

However, he agreed to the other party's request, and soon someone delivered new underwear that had been quickly washed to his door.

Taking advantage of the door opening, he found that he could move freely around the apartment.

Even at the moment of handing over the thin piece of cloth, his fingertips touched the other person's warm fingertips.

The constraints that dreams have on his behavior are gradually weakening with his repeated actions.

She was in his house, smelling of his usual shower gel and wearing the underwear he bought...

There was even a high possibility that she would sleep in the same bed with him.

Such thoughts made him genuinely happy.

It feels like walking on a bunch of fluffy and soft clouds, making you feel like you are floating in the air.