Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 12 Earth Demon
"Although Mr. Yaga just said that you need to stay in the Jujutsu High School for your safety, staying in the Jujutsu High School does not mean you need to become a sorcerer, right?" Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't seem to hear clearly, Suguru Geto explained with a gentle expression.

"The death rate of cursers is obvious, and your peculiarity is obvious to all. You will definitely become a thorn in the eyes of cursers. It is a miracle that you have not been kidnapped so far."

"No, that's not right. It's not a miracle. Considering your extraordinary skills, you must have experienced an incredible Shura Field."

"When you were picked up by Mr. Ye Moth, you were also attacked by the cursed spirit, which is why you were injured, right?"

Right. Right. Right?

Under the influence of various factors, Geto Suguru automatically imagined that Fujimaru Ritsuka's skills were the skills he had honed since childhood, and the injuries caused by Fujimaru Ritsuka's play with the main god space were also pinned on the cursed spirit.

On the other side, Fujimaru Ritsuka entered a new silence

Fujimaru Ritsuka: “.”

I have never thought about this kind of thing.

Xia Yujie noticed Fujimaru Ritsuka's slight surprise. He glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka beside him with his sharp eyes and spoke first.

"Although it's just my guess, it's probably the so-called mentality of letting things take their own course. You're a good person who's not good at rejecting other people's requests. You just don't want to refuse because you heard the so-called exorcism of the cursed spirit is equivalent to punishing evil and promoting good."

"To be honest, Ritsuka, your fighting ability is very strong, but it is only limited to being very strong."

"Your spell has been deciphered by Wu, and it's not particularly good. In the world of sorcerers, although physical battles are indispensable, spells can often be used to decide the outcome. In fact, after Gojo used [Spell. Cang], the battle situation was reversed in one fell swoop."

"This kind of thing will continue to happen in your future career as a sorcerer."

"Have you ever thought about what happens after that? What if you get hurt or even die?"

Xia Youjie spoke word by word before finally stating his conclusion.

"Perhaps you will think that this is meddling in other people's business, and this is indeed just my personal opinion - the strong need to protect the weak, and the weak need to survive, and that is the attitude that this world should have."

It's not right for Geto Suguru to smile with his eyes squinted, because his eyes are small, so Fujimaru is not sure whether he is squinting or not.

"And what I want to say is - if you choose to become a sorcerer just because of a momentary impulse, I want to advise you to give up."

"Instead, within this school, Wu and I are probably the strongest magicians, although I don't know what Wu's attitude is. However, I will take responsibility to protect you."

That's a slightly embarrassing line.

But for Geto Suguru of this age, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with him at all.

【Survival of the weak】

[And you are the strong one]

Absolute self-confidence, self-pride, and sense of responsibility, that is what Geto Suguru is made of at this moment.

In his eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka is his classmate, a peer whom he likes very much, and also a "weakling" who was innocently dragged into the world of curse because of his physical condition.

If you only rely on physical skills but your technique is poor, you will still die.

So he will protect him.

That's it.

However, if Fujimaru were to become a sorcerer, protection would become a problem.

So, he wanted to persuade——

"Puchi. Summer Oil-kun is so gentle."

"Huh? (reread)"

Xia Youjie, who had just given a long speech, was stunned, and even his small eyes couldn't help but widen.

He hadn't expected this answer, nor had he anticipated the words he would hear next.

Well!
At that moment, near sunset, the setting sun was falling, like a burning red hawk flying through the white clouds and across the blue sky. Even the steel and concrete were covered with the slanting shadows of spring, like a painting or a poem.

As Geto Suguru looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's gentle smile, his neck felt as if someone was holding it tightly in his hand.

So handsome! Oh no! Handsome, what's so handsome about it!

Fuck it! Heart! Fuck you! I want you to stop beating right now!
Try as he might, Geto Suguru didn't look away.

And the boy was obviously just laughing.

In his eyes, countless lines were mixed together in a mess, overlapping and jumping as if they had life.

"I do understand what you mean, but ah..." The boy's curved mouth corners were like a bunch of gorgeous flowers under the neon lights, attracting people's attention. But those words
"But - no one has ever stipulated that you can't save others just because you're going to die, right?"

"."

Hey?
Hey hey hey??? (broken voice)
Xia Youjie was stunned. His originally gentle and graceful face suddenly didn't know what expression to put on it. How should I respond to this?
Could it be that what he just said was a declaration of "it doesn't matter if I die"? !

Hey?
When he thought about the other person's expression during the battle with Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru's expression changed.

He couldn't understand the man's values.

At that moment, there was only weirdness and a little unknown fear.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a human being, but something else unspeakable covered in human skin.

I am super
He.Fuck.
Wow! I met a crazy guy!

"."

Xia Yujie wiped his face and paused for a long time before hesitating and speaking again.

"Hug. Sorry about that. Yes. It's me who meddled in other people's business."

"No no no! Thank you very much for caring about me, and please give me more guidance in the future~"

The two waved and prepared to say goodbye, but suddenly, when Geto Xiayou opened his door and was about to push it open to enter, Fujimaru in the next room stopped, leaned back and turned his head to look at Xiayou and spoke.

"Ah, speaking of which, Geto-kun, how are we going to solve the problem of dinner at the technical high school?"

"There are people in charge of cooking in the cafeteria. They are subordinates related to the Jujutsu family. However, at this time, only the convenience store should be open." Xiayou Jie held the door with his hand, and remembered that he and others had not had time to eat dinner because they were dragged into a fight by Gojo Satoru and were scolded by the teacher.

“I still have instant noodles here.”

"Are there no ingredients here that I can buy directly?" Fujimaru asked again.

"Hmm? No, there are some. Besides, sorcerers often have their days and nights reversed, so the food in the cafeteria can be freely used."

After all, the dorms even come with refrigerators.

However, the reason why this was not mentioned was simply because Geto Suguru couldn't cook, and it would be a bit embarrassing to say it.

By the way, Gojo Satoru and Nozomi won’t do it either—or aren’t willing to do it.

"That's it"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Geto Suguru for a while, until he noticed the subtle evasion in his eyes, then he looked away and pretended to say nothing.

"Well, do you want to come to my room? I can cook."

"Hey?"

"Coming!——"

Xia Yujie hadn't agreed yet, but they suddenly heard a woman's response coming from a lower altitude.

Xia Yujie took his hand away from the door handle, walked to the dormitory corridor, and looked down.

They found that at the handrail of the corridor on the second floor, Glass was sticking her little head out to look at them, with an empty lollipop in her mouth.

"Report! I want to eat!" Glass stretched out her hand.

"Glass. It's dangerous to stand like this."

"Okay~ Is there anything that Nitro should avoid eating?"

Before Geta could finish his words, Fujimaru Ritsuka came over, poked his head out, looked down and asked.

“Don’t eat green peppers and celery~”

"Ok, then I'll call Wu-kun--"

"I don't eat food that is too hot! Make it sweeter!" On the second floor, next to Nozomi, without a delay of half a second, Gojo Satoru stepped on the railing to prevent himself from falling from a height, and also stretched his head upwards and shouted.

"Ok!"

If you make a cross-section from an angle perpendicular to the ground, there will probably be only three complete heads left in the dormitory building, facing each other from a distance across one floor, and the three of them giving a thumbs up together.

Geto Summer Oil clenched his fist.

"Don't you have the option of 'walk up one flight of stairs before talking' in your mind?"

"And if you didn't come into the room, you weren't eavesdropping on what I just said, were you?"

"Hey, talk!"

(End of this chapter)