usatvline Chapter 37: The Wanderer Chasing the Phantom
Chapter 37: The Wanderer Chasing the Phantom
The white-haired man was silent for a moment.
Even the guy behind the girl was stunned, and then he burst into laughter, heartily, freely and cheerfully - he laughed so hard that he coughed violently and his palms were covered with bright red blood.
"Ha, ha, ha... Miss..." the almost exhausted guy whispered, "... do you know who he is?"
The girl sighed and whispered, "...just a bastard."
Now the sick fox laughed even louder.
"Interesting, interesting...Miss, there is a familiar feeling about you--" He smiled, covering his wound.
"Jie." The white-haired man spoke, "Do you have anything else to say?"
He looked stern and spoke calmly.
“Humph… I don’t hate those guys from the technical high school—” The sick fox tilted his neck and leaned his body completely against the wall. He breathed heavily, “… It’s just that this bastard world can’t make me laugh from the bottom of my heart.”
He was breathing weakly, muttering with his eyes half closed.
"...You still want to kill him?" the white-haired girl asked.
"I don't know you, and I haven't seen you in Jay's camp." The man said calmly, "So, who are you?"
The tone of voice carries a certain amount of majesty.
"...Aren't you two close friends?" The girl didn't give up and still tried to persuade him.
"That's right, I should be the one doing this," the man replied.
Other than that, he didn't say a word.
The girl snorted.
"…Has anyone ever told you that you have a bad temper?"
"...Get out of the way, don't waste time. He's beyond help."
"Pfft..." The sick fox finally laughed again, "She really looks like us when we were young..."
The white-haired man paused for a moment, then recovered as before.
The sick fox tried to turn his head to look at them, but the thin figure was blocking his way.
——It was very similar to the time ten years ago, when they had fought back to back countless times. In the chaos, he occasionally turned his head and could only see that guy's reassuring back.
He suddenly thought of that late spring morning, the seagulls in the park, and Tokyo's tallest Ferris wheel.
The girl looked at the white-haired man approaching her step by step, with an unpleasant expression on her face. But she subconsciously used a spell to fight back, but the blue spell power just emerged from her palm and was forced back into her body in an instant.
Then she felt her head spinning, she was dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly. She could intuitively feel that she had turned three and a half times in the air before falling heavily to the ground.
She frowned and covered her head, stars in her eyes. She shook her head vigorously to get rid of the dizziness, then propped herself up and looked forward.
The sick fox also slowly turned his head and looked at the man.
"You let them come back on the premise that the two students were killed."
The white-haired man walked up to the sick fox and squatted down gently on tiptoe.
"I believe in you. You will not kill a young warlock for no reason because of the principles you firmly believe in."
The sick fox turned his body a little to relieve the pain a little.
"...Trust?" He whispered, "So there is such a thing between us..."
The short-haired girl forced herself to stand up, and at the same time, she struck out Cang with the palm of her right hand. The sphere wrapped in blue spell power shot straight at the white-haired man. Cang's momentum was ferocious, and it seemed that she was unstoppable.
In the end, the man did not try to avoid it, and remained motionless. He did not even glance to the side.
The blue cursed energy quickly approached his ribs, but lost its momentum the moment it touched his body.
The remaining bits of cursed energy scattered in all directions, exploding like the tail feathers of a meteor.
The white-haired man was not moved at all, and did not even try to interfere with his actions.
——There is no lower limit to the technique.
Could it be so powerful?
She was trembling inside.
Just now, that guy threw her away with just one move, but now he easily blocked the technique that she was so proud of without even moving.
She seemed to have lost the will to fight for a moment. The most important thing was that the sick fox seemed to have really done something stupid - so stupid that even he himself was unwilling to defend himself.
The sixteen-year-old Gojo Satoru would not understand the tragedy that happened when he was twenty-seven.
Just like the twenty-seven-year-old Gojo Satoru can no longer remember his state of mind at sixteen.
She wanted to ask again, to ask what the hell that bastard fox had done - as long as he didn't poke a hole in the sky, she felt that she could help him bear the responsibility...
Let me ask what the white-haired guy has been through over the years to become such a horrible person.
As a result, the thousands of words in my heart were condensed in my throat, but they were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if they were stuck in my throat and difficult to say. In the end, they only became one word: "Hey..."
——This is obviously a technical college. That guy is actually here. Shouldn’t you celebrate the reunion and then buy two crepes to try?
——It looks like you haven’t seen each other for a long time. Shouldn’t you call over Naoko and Ze and go shopping in Roppongi together as a group?
——Hey, you two are obviously close friends, why…
Why has to be this way?
What was it like when sixteen-year-old Gojo Satoru felt suffocated for the first time?
...What are the responsibilities and duties that adults should have?
...or is it the so-called "great justice"?
Or, is it simply about bearing the consequences of the choices you make?
She doesn't understand, at least not now.
The sixteen-year-old Gojo Satoru was full of vigor and should not have lost.
——It’s just that the so-called “righteousness” and “duty” seem to have more say. So at the age of 27, he stood in the brightest place, with an order in front of him that was dazzlingly illuminated by the light called “rules”; behind him was an absolute forbidden area where no one could see their fingers, a minefield that no one could cross.
At this moment, he was no longer the young man who could travel back and forth.
"Welcome back, Jie." The man said calmly, and the cursed energy around him was ready to be released.
Xia Yujie was stunned for a moment, then showed a helpless bitter smile - the same expression he had when the two of them made up after a quarrel more than ten years ago.
"…You said some curse words at the end."
Thin streaks of blood trickled down his forehead, and his tone was weak.
The white-haired girl stretched out her hand, trying to get closer to them. As a result, the scene in front of her shattered instantly. Like a glazed jade tile, a clear crack appeared in the middle, then spread to the surroundings, and spider-web-like broken marks soon covered Xia Yujie's face.
He turned his head slightly and looked over here, with a helpless smile still on his lips.
On the other side, the same dense lines climbed up the neck of the white-haired man. He had a stern expression, with no emotion in his eyes, and turned to look over here.
The light in front of me disappeared completely, and all the light spots were squeezed into a small hole.
For a moment, there was only darkness, suffocating darkness.
Gojo Satoru clutched her chest tightly, her nails digging deep into her skin. Her bangs covered her eyes, and she opened her mouth wide, letting out a deep roar.