Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

this feeling.

—is poison.

Gojo Satoru knows.

***

1997 9 Month 3 Day.

The judgment of the high-level conjurer has been handed down.

Gojo Satoru was not surprised.

Rather, he didn't care at all.

Either way.

It doesn't matter what.

The boy who broke out like crazy not long ago, covered in scars and blood stains, wanted to break into the high-level conference hall step by step, lowered his eyes and listened to the verdict.

Say nothing.

Those stinging gazes plucked out his body.

He is painless.

He was imprisoned and locked in a special prison in the Wujo family.

The iron gate closed inch by inch.

The light faded inch by inch.

Only the candlelight, the talisman paper all over the wall, and the extremely heavy shackles on the wrists and ankles remained.

The boy with white hair and blue eyes stared at the flickering candle.

After the flame was extinguished, the ashes scattered all over the place.

"..."

"..."

As if remembering something suddenly, the boy struggled to get up from the chair.

The skin, which had been pampered and pampered since birth, could not bear such a cruel punishment, and the skin was worn out almost immediately, and blood flowed down the wrists and ankles.

He walked to the iron gate unconsciously.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door with a "dong dong dong".

The shackles were so heavy that the boy had to stop after a while to catch his breath.

Finally, the servants of Wutiao's family rushed over and asked through the iron gate in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth: "..."

When he tried to speak, he realized that he was even hoarse.

While trembling the vocal cords, there was a fishy smell.

The boy coughed.

"My doll is ugly and looks like a caterpillar. It should be buried under the rubble. Find it."

As a prisoner, Gojo Satoru still ordered so arrogantly.

The servant was silent for a long time.

"This... is against the rules."

Answer in a low voice.

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate.

"Please."

said the boy.

***

He began to dream.

dream.nightmare.

The balloons in the amusement park fluttered and flew into the sky.

The sweet aroma of popcorn.

Bandage the wrist.

A fluffy smile.

Waking up curled up on the cold hard bed, the boy often buried his face in the sheet first.

Before, he thought that he would never know the taste of tears in his life.

Now, even touching his red, swollen eyelids with his fingers stings.

***

After staying here for a long time, in addition to practicing no-lower-limit spells, he began to replay the teacher's lessons repeatedly in his mind.

Boys know they are smart.

I also know that I am too proud.

But now, this pride was severely shattered.

But.When this pride is put together again.

It was the moment Gojo Gojo walked out here with his head held high, crushing the past hard.

***

Sometimes Gojo Satoru tries to hate that person.

Hate his cruelty, his coolness.

His sanity, his cruelty to put himself on the chessboard.

Gojo Satoru tries to kill his teacher in his mind.

Imagine holding the handle of that knife in your hand.The tip of the knife pierced through clothes, skin, and organs, and blood gushed out along the blade.

Imagine holding the teacher by the throat from behind.

Imagine covering the teacher's mouth and nose, staring at those smiling kite pupils.

Gojo Satoru couldn't deceive himself.

***

Sometimes Gojo Satoru tried not to miss that person that much.

He couldn't lie to himself either.

***

The boy gradually grew up.

The iron gate, talisman paper, and shackles were completely unable to lock the bird.

He didn't take the initiative to break free.

Until the chess piece in the hand is released, it will slowly play a role.

Until he chased after the teacher's back and lived himself as a shadow.

Until the high-level people in the magic world had to be under the persecution of many forces.

Forced to bow his head, he went to the prison of the Wujo family in person.

Open that iron door with your own hands.

Respectfully ask him to go out.

Gojo Satoru stepped out of his cage.

But there was neither joy nor relief.

- This is the expected result.

Gojo Satoru thought so.

teacher.Do you often feel this boring too?

***

The boy whose height began to shrink, officially joined the power in the magic world.

The dirty world that he had never paid attention to before slowly unfolded before his eyes.

turn out to be.Where he can't see, the life of the conjurer is just a bargaining chip for the high-level people to compete with each other.

The exorcism of the curse spirit is not as simple as just successful elimination.

turn out to be.His teacher left him so many chess pieces that he could use.

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly.

The white-haired, blue-eyed boy was sitting on the seat where Osamu Dazai once sat.

The appearance of looking down at the documents, wearing a shirt and trousers that are incompatible with the traditional Japanese-style room.

With an incomparably grim smile——

Zhiling filled the room and bowed their heads respectfully to the management members of the Gojo family who were sitting there.

Wujo Satoru just thought.

teacher.Is the darkness you have never wanted me to step into, the sewage in front of my eyes?

***

He couldn't help dreaming.

--I miss you so much.

The boy gritted his teeth, the pain was not enough, so he bit his wrist hard with his teeth.

——This miss hurts me.

***

When I look up at the clouds, I will think of you.

When I look down and see the butterflies flying lightly, I will think of you.

In my life, every inch is your trace.

I'm.

Your finely crafted bird.

Where do I fly to see you again?

***

Gojo Satoru fell in love with the bookstore at the age when the high-level officials ended his personal education and imprisonment.

He scoffed at it.

As we all know, the "six eyes" of the Gotiao family are flamboyant, arrogant, rebellious, have a bad personality, and look down on no one.

In short, proud and stinky, when people think of it, they are both funny and angry.

No one knows what the shadow under his feet looks like.

***

Gojo Satoru met a very good companion in the High School of Conjuration.

It was enough for him to take the initiative to mention that person and repeat the teacher's name with a smile, but Xia Youjie slapped him directly on the face with a book, telling him to "stop laughing".

It was enough for him to grind his hands into the glass and take the initiative to learn the reversal technique.

It was enough for him to call "Uncle Night Moth", and he didn't mind having an extra class teacher on his head.

It's just that once he calmed down, Gojo Satoru still couldn't hold back the longing.

The hustle and bustle of the day belongs to Gojo Satoru.

The silence and dreams at night also belong to Gojo Satoru.

***

At the end of the first grade, he returned to Gojo's house and forcibly seized power.

All the dirty and bloody things were tightly suppressed by the new head of the Wutiao family.

Not a single message came out.

Gojo Satoru inherited Dazai's iron and blood skills during his reign.

teacher.

Will you be proud of me?

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but think this way.

But then he found that it was hard for him to imagine the teacher praising him for such a disgusting thing.

What can make Dazai smile slightly is clearly the soft cotton candy, the innocent gratitude of a child, and the happiness of others.

Peeling off Osamu Dazai's cruel and cruel shell, what is curled up inside is clearly just a gentle and clumsy child.

***

then.

He saw the teacher.

----teacher.

The heart that had been dead for a long time was now in the chest cavity, along with the flow of the teacher's blood again.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

***

——The teacher's connivance.

When hugging in the ward, he could hardly restrain his strength.

It would be great if we could be together.

Such an ominous thought flashed by.

Gojo Satoru smiled and forced himself to forget this sentence.

——The gentleness of the teacher.

Letting go of physical contact is obviously a person who resists the initiative of others to approach.

Taking the initiative to intervene in his high school life, even if it also pulls many puppet threads at the same time, it is not bad.

Controlling his breathing and heartbeat, he calmly coaxed him to sleep.

——The teacher's concession.

With an indifferent attitude, he was allowed to take over all aspects of the teacher's life.

Don't you know that giving in can be addictive?

Gojo Satoru meticulously took care of every inch of Dazai's life.

Trying to fill that emptiness with myself.

Gojo Satoru didn't know why he bought handcuffs, chains, and locators.

subconsciously.

Gojo Satoru knew it.

***

Ah, and more.

- Teacher's, pretender.

Gojo Satoru from another world.

The thief who peeped into his memory.

Decent and incompetent trash.

Occasionally, the gaze from a high place, when the bandage is loosened, is full of cold warning.

There are only five enlightenments.

Know what Gojo Satoru has done.

"Hey."

Once, Gojo Satoru saw that man blocking the teacher's footsteps in the corridor.

"You'd better not underestimate that brat."

The adult man warned in a low voice.

The cold gaze passed Dazai, and directly met the six eyes behind his sunglasses.

"—that guy, he's not a good thing."

With Dazai's back turned to him, he couldn't see his teacher.

But I heard the teacher smile slightly.

"Hmm. I know."

The teacher said softly.

"I, Osamu Dazai, can I still teach a sunny student?"

There was sarcasm and understanding in that voice.

As the head of the port mafia, a man who has manipulated countless darkness with his own hands.

He smiled slightly at the methods of the young Patriarch of the Gojo family.

"Moreover."

"I won't allow him to touch things that really shouldn't be touched."

His gentle yet cruel teacher said:

"after all."

"Wu Jun, he is still a good boy."

“……………………”

He clearly saw the dark jealousy in the other pair of six eyes.

He felt ecstatic.

And panicked, afraid that he didn't deserve this ecstasy.

***

Gojo Satoru enjoys his mistakes.

Enjoy the teacher's reprimand after making a mistake.

--but.

Those corrupt old men who still have the guts to reach out to the teacher again will not be allowed to forgive.

Those who were barely coaxed by the high-level to change their minds, the performance below.

A cold decision emerges.

***

"...I don't want to learn this lesson."

Gojo Goku said in a muffled voice.

He buried his face in the teacher's lap, yearning for the warmth through the thin cloth.

Overhead, the teacher calmly rejected him.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and curled his legs.

Restrain the legs, restrain the hands.

Restrain eyes, mouth, teeth, lips.

He was even afraid that he would no longer be the "good boy" that the teacher said.

But in his heart, Gojo Satoru thought silently.

- I can't learn.

--I can not do it.

The difference from you is a lesson I will never learn.

I'm sorry, Dazai-sensei.

I probably, wouldn't be a good student.

***

Time moves forward little by little.

The slight cold in early spring has completely disappeared.

Large patches of peach blossoms begin to bloom, with pink petals, trembling stamens, rich aroma, and small and lovely leaves.

Later the peach blossoms withered.

It's another summer.

On the teacher's desk, all the information of the past ten years has been turned over, some of which have been reviewed by hand, and others are used as homework for Gojo Satoru to practice and analyze.

The teacher has been looking for books about yin and yang, Shinto, spells, etc., and the collection of the Wutiao family in recent years has also been thoroughly read.

Under Gojo Satoru's questioning, the teacher was silent for a long time, and finally told him that what he wanted was "some kind of tool that can trigger sexual nullification."

Later, everyone put on summer clothes.

In a "practice match" with himself in another world, where he had a deadly hand, Gojo Satoru finally learned the reversal technique.

Someday later.

——Gojo Satoru couldn't find his teacher.

Nothing had changed in this house that he had known for a long time.

The teacher's mug was still on the table, containing the water that Wujou poured before going out.

I read some books last night and closed them, as if the computer had just been turned off.

The only thing missing in this room is a set of clothes.

A dark suit and a bright red scarf.

Dangerous variety of small props.

Nearly ten years ago, the Gojo family had traded something to Dazai under the agreement of 'bound'.

"—Enlightenment, it's time! What are you still dawdling about?"

Xia Youjie couldn't wait for a long time, so he came to find someone before Teacher Ye Moth got mad, and urged him at the same time:

"It is said that Lord Tianyuan released the news..."

At the moment when he saw Wujo Wu's expression, even Xia Youjie couldn't help being speechless.

"You..." Xia Youjie opened his mouth, and then glanced at the room, knowing that there can only be one reason why Gojo Satoru would go crazy.

He rubbed his forehead, looking away.

"The 27-year-old 'Teacher Wutiao' has just set off, and we have been assigned the task of 'Astroplasma', which is too important to refuse."

Xia Youjie analyzed calmly.

"Although it is possible that the high-level executives have made some moves in it, Mr. Dazai is definitely not a person who will let himself into a crisis. Wu, you should calm down first, and don't mess yourself up."

Gojo Satoru nodded.

"I know. The teacher is about to do something to subvert the magic world, so he probably took the opportunity to leave."

Xia Youjie looked at him, "...you know, you know, but you don't intend to give up at all, do you?"

Gojo Satoru just gritted his teeth and smiled without speaking.

Xia Youjie sighed with a headache.

"...Forget it, you go first."

Xia Youjie said to his only true friend:

"I'll rush to the astral body first. The upper layer of the magic world will be dragged by Teacher Noctua, and I can spare you ten hours at most."

"Make the choice you want to make."

"Anyway—"

"I'm also the strongest."

The black-haired magician smiled gently and confidently.