Chapter 178: Grew Taller
“Damn!”
Every bone in his body seemed to be groaning, and just a slight movement caused a creaking sound, as if his whole skeleton might fall apart.
“What the hell was that guy? So strong, like a monster!”
Spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood, Fushiguro Megumi struggled to get up, looking over at Itadori Yuuji and Kinimuta Nanaami; both were heavily injured.
Kinimuta benefited from his deep curse energy, so even though he used all of his curse power to defend, the damage wasn’t too severe.毕竟禅院甚尔 himself had no curse energy, relying only on the power of cursed tools and the brute force of heavy blows.
And Itadori Yuuji relied solely on his monstrous physical abilities to withstand it all.
In any case, the two had been hurt less than Fushiguro.
Even so, facing that monster-like man, even in peak condition, it would probably be useless.
If he couldn’t even see the other’s movements, how could they possibly fight?
Continuing down this path would lead to the same fate as Mr. Kinimuta and the others. Since that’s the case…
Itadori, I am different from you. I choose to help others unevenly, so I will absolutely not allow someone like you, a good-for-nothing, to die before me!
Fushiguro Megumi struggled to get up, trembling as he stretched out his hands.
A towering figure appeared suddenly in front of him, Gojo Satoru looked down at the hedgehog-headed teenager without attacking, but after hesitating for a moment, asked:
“What’s your name?”
Fushiguro was stunned, even stopping the control ritual he was preparing: “Fushiguro, Fushiguro Megumi.”
Hearing the name from the black-haired boy, Gojo Satoru smiled contentedly: “Is that so, you’re not from the En clan? That’s good.”
With that, the man who had been beating him just moments earlier sat cross-legged right in front of him, with an easygoing and relaxed look, seemingly completely disregarding him and the two companions.
“What do you mean by that? ” Fushiguro furrowed his brows and said.
“Don’t worry, for now, I won’t attack you.” Gojo threw the dull blade with a white bandage wrapped around it behind him.
The dull sword wrapped in white bandages spun through the air and landed precisely beside Kinimuta.
“Have a seat, Megumi.” Gojo supported his arms on his legs, resting his head on one hand, “Use this chance to rest and recover your strength.”
“What?” Seeing the man’s nonsensical actions, Fushiguro’s brows furrowed even deeper, “Do you look down on us?”
Upon saying that, he realized he had made a mistake in his words.
Indeed, Gojo chuckled in amusement: “Should we need further reason to look down on you?”
“… Click.”
Although feeling very annoyed, he had no reason to refute.
Though not knowing what the man intended, taking this chance to rest and recover would indeed be more advantageous at the moment.
Unfathomable about Gojo Satoru’s thoughts, Fushiguro proceeded cautiously, temporarily setting aside the idea of bringing him into the Mahora Ritual and sharing the same fate together.
Watching the spiky-haired teenager sit down sullenly, Gojo finally smiled in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Itadori sneaked quietly to Kinimuta’s side and whispered softly: “Nanami, what’s happening now? Why did he suddenly stop attacking us?”
Kinimuta also felt puzzled; the opponent even returned the cursed tool taken from him, making it hard to determine if he had ulterior motives or was merely arrogant.
Shaking his head, he said: “I don’t know. For now, let’s continue observing the situation, ready to rescue Fushiguro anytime.”
“Oh.” Itadori nodded, signaling his understanding.
Both focused closely on the figures of Fushiguro and Gojo nearby. Itadori stealthily approached, his ears straining to hear anything noteworthy.
“What’s your purpose?” Fushiguro asked coldly.
“No purpose,” Gojo replied half-lidded, scrutinizing his face. In his mind, there appeared the image of an elegant black-haired woman.
“Please take care of Megumi for me~”
A lovely voice sounded in his ear, blurring Gojo’s eyes momentarily.
“Gojo Satoru… Are you a member of the En family?” Fushiguro asked again.
“I haven’t been considered so for a long time.” The man sneered, “How could someone without any curse energy be allowed to stay in that place which is worth nothing more than dog feces?”
As an enemy, Fushiguro could not help but agree with what Gojo said. His senior Maki, while she was with the En family, definitely didn’t have a good time.
Then, was this man similar?
Though he had no curse energy, he was still incredibly powerful.
“Hmm, I guess you’re sixteen this year, huh?”
Unexpectedly, Gojo had asked such a question, causing the spiky-haired teen to freeze momentarily: “Yes, why ask about this?”
“Five eyes still keeps his word, even though he is so nasty.” However, Gojo didn’t seem to intend on answering his question, continuing on his own, “It’s great that you didn’t join the En family. Did you always live with him since childhood?”
“What does that matter? Isn’t it none of your business?”
Frustrated by these unexpected questions, Fushiguro said impatiently.
“Eh, no harm, just a bit of chat.”
“There’s another girl named Umaoki who’s my adopted elder sister.”
Despite finding the untimely questions annoying, something stirred in him propelling him to answer truthfully.
“Astonishing! To make Fushiguro listen to him!” A surprised expression emerged on listening Itadori’s face.
Gojo wanted to talk about something more mundane and ordinary with the teen, yet found himself most knowledgeable about the cursed world he often referred to as a pit.
Looking up at the night sky, occasionally illuminated by distant flames, Gojo remained unchanged.
“Your techniques are the En family’s heirloom Ten Shadows Technique, right. Though the world of cursed techniques may be like trash, if you possess talent, it’s somewhat better.”
“What are you trying to say? You’ve been asking weird questions…”
Fushiguro couldn’t finish before a large hand covered his head.
“You’ve grown taller.”
The man sighed nostalgically.
放学，然后成为诅咒术师
