Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 29: To fight the enemy, you must first defeat yourself

Gojo Satoru, sixteen years old.

Teenagers of this age are often experiencing the most arrogant moments of their lives. They fantasize that they have a right hand with hidden magical power, which can blow up the planet after the seal is released. After typing two lines of code on the keyboard, they fantasize that they can become hackers and destroy Nanshan Pizza Hut.

Of course, this is not impossible.

At least he can basically realize all of Gojo Satoru's fantasies.

Women, power, wealth, and even strength.

He can have them all.

As long as he wants, he can even strive to rule the world. He may not be able to do it in one or two years, but he will probably succeed in his lifetime.

The fact that he did not do so can only be attributed to his high moral bottom line.

but.

Once there is an unexpected situation, someone touches his territory, which makes him feel unhappy.
Then I don't mind sending you guys away!!!

"After all, you guys made the decision over me. Can I consider this a provocation to the Gojo family?"

In the strangely designed room, the eerie atmosphere had been completely destroyed by the wall that Gojo Satoru had kicked. He was wearing inappropriate sunglasses and stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking up at the group of cowering old men.

".Gojo Satoru, watch your attitude, you are not the head of the family yet!"

"If I wish, I can be in the next second."

"."

No matter what the old man said, Gojo Satoru would crush him with his wanton and arrogant attitude. Although he was arrogant and domineering, one had to admit that what he said was true.

"I don't have the strength."

"No courage."

"Foresight does not."

"How dare you sit in that position with such a shameless attitude? What do you rely on? The blood of nobility? Or your age where you can't even take care of yourselves?" With every word Gojo Satoru said, the other party's attitude became more fierce and angry.

But he is still outputting.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me like that. Even though I look down on you from the bottom of my heart, I came here not just to embarrass you, but also to help you good-for-nothings."

Gojo Satoru opened his arms and spoke in a grandiose manner.

"Even if you really bypass me and intend to execute Fujimaru first, do you really think you can succeed?"

"Just the twelve first and second level magicians you have placed in this room?"

"This really surprises me. Let's put aside Mr. Yega's situation. Do you really think my classmates won't be able to escape with this lineup?"

The old men's faces suddenly turned ugly and their eyes were focused on Fujimaru.

Gojo Satoru was also grinning at Fujimaru, and seeing this, Ritsuka could only smile back and raised his hand.

The bound and locked body joints made a crackling sound, and the arms that were originally unable to move began to move in a circular motion, the shoulders retracted, the sternum sunken in, and the arms circled around, turning from the back to the chest.

Then swing your arms forward.

Clang.

The heavy shackles fell to the ground.

After releasing his hands, Fujimaru shook off the blood stains on his wrists.

"How is it possible! When?!"

The high-ranking sorcerers let out clumsy exclamations that sounded like those of a third-rate villain in a novel about cultivating the immortal world, rising and falling.

But Iori Nozomi understood when she saw the blood on Fujimaru Ritsuka's wrist.

"You cut the skin with your fingers first, and then used the blood to lubricate your wrist? That's really messy of you."

"It's not enough to do it normally. You also need to learn some bone shrinking skills. I learned a little bit from the natives when I was traveling in Antarctica. It's not a good skill worth mentioning."

Fujimaru Ritsuka twisted his wrist to loosen the joint, and Glass immediately ran up and slapped Fujimaru on the back of the head.

"I don't care where you learned this from. Damn it. I spent so much effort to treat your wound, and you turned around and cut your wrists. Do you still have any respect for doctors?"

".Feel sorry."

The word "doctor" made Fujimaru Ritsuka feel a little unmanageable, so he simply hunched his shoulders and let him be scolded.

They ignored the frightened senior officials and chatted among themselves, which made the old men angry and a little scared.

It's not that they are short-sighted or simply stupid, but rather that they are quite cautious.

The tradition of requiring all high-level officials to be present at the trial at once cannot be changed. Therefore, in order to protect their own safety, there will be dozens of first and second-level magicians in each trial - in fact, all the combat power that the entire high-level sorcery officials can mobilize will be used.

And Fujimaru Ritsuka's handcuffs are themselves cursed tools, their effect is to restrict the flow of cursed energy of the handcuffed person.

In their opinion, if someone is restrained by this kind of thing, there is no possibility of escaping unless they are Gojo Satoru.

"It's okay! I broke free from the handcuffs. The chains also have the effect of blocking cursed energy—"

Kara.

Lixiang stretched out his hand and gripped the chain tightly. As he exerted force, crackling sounds came one after another, and the chain was torn into pieces by humans.

what?

How can steel be compared to my tempered body? What a weird old man.

Now the old people were even more frightened.

Right under their noses, without even the magicians noticing, Fujimaru Ritsuka broke free from the handcuffs almost instantly without using any cursed power.

They suddenly remembered the report that Noctua had given them.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is a gem of talent comparable to the other three.

In fact, without considering the factor of magic, he is the "superman" of the human world.

What if he wanted to kill some of the top executives just now?

No! It's impossible. That kind of thing——

Gojo Satoru spoke casually as if he had guessed what these old stubborn people were thinking.

"Indeed, if Fujimaru was alone, the best he could do was to escape with the moths, but he wouldn't be able to kill you all. After all, his technique is extremely weak when he's alone."

"How rude."

Fujimaru raised his hands in protest, while the higher-ups breathed a sigh of relief.

If you ask why he felt relieved, it was of course because Gojo Satoru was present.

In fact, no matter how unhappy the top brass are with Gojo Satoru, they will not target him like they did with Ye Moth.

It's not because Gojo Satoru is not threatening enough, but because they think Gojo Satoru is controllable and on their side.

Because he belonged to the Gojo family, one of the three major families of sorcery.

No one can abandon the honor of his family. As long as Gojo Satoru is still in the Gojo family and is still borrowing the power of the Gojo family, it will be impossible for him to break away from the roots of the world of sorcery.

At least, that's what the top brass thought.

And it seemed as they thought, Gojo Satoru also nodded in agreement.

"Well, but with me here, that kind of situation won't happen." Seeing Gojo Satoru's declaration of "helping the top management", the old men breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, and slowed down their tone.

"Gojo Satoru, as the next head of the Gojo family, we can understand your friendship for your classmates, but you should also know that our protection measures for the world of spells have never been wrong."

"For hundreds of years, the world of spells has never fallen into chaos until you were born."

"You have hope, but you also need to take corresponding responsibilities."

"Put aside personal feelings and treat people with absolute fairness, that is—"

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Before the top executives could finish their long speeches, Gojo Satoru had already started picking his earwax.

He didn't really hold the button, he just pretended to be impatient and interrupted with his legs shaking.

"You seem to have misunderstood my words as meaning that I would protect you, but what I wanted to say is that [it won't come to that] and that [I'll help you] is—" Gojo Satoru raised one hand and clasped the middle frame of his glasses with his index finger.

The sunglasses were slowly taken off, revealing eyes as bright as the sky.

"If I were there, I could make sure that not only would I release Fujimaru and Yega, but I would also kill everyone present without leaving a single one alive."

Yeah!!

At that moment, murderous aura emerged and the wave of cursed power penetrated the air.

Ding!!!————

The huge recoil force shattered the wall, and a human-shaped shadow drew a straight trajectory in the air, hammering down like a falling meteorite.

Several black shadows surrounded several people including Getsuko Naoko, but Gojo Satoru just raised his hand just as quickly.

Invisible waves create a breeze.

【Skill. Cang】

Rich ripples spread out, flesh and blood surged, bones trembled, and blood and energy spread in the air, as if the wounds were separated by hair. The magicians in the air were caught in the whimpering of the wind, and their bodies were deprived of control in an instant.

"Woo!!"

Screams of pain were heard continuously, and then there were the sounds of several heavy objects smashing into the wall. At the edge of the field with Gojo Satoru as the center, the first-level magicians were embedded in the wall without any resistance.

The transparent walls pressed the magicians so hard that they could not move, as if they were being crushed by an invisible giant hand and pressed into the cement.

But at the same time, a faint sound was heard from behind the curtain at the top of the courtroom.

Almost no one noticed any sound or breath from over there. Even Gojo Satoru did not observe any cursed energy there.

Of course, this was originally a trap set for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes can achieve 360-degree observation without blind spots, and can see through techniques and the flow of cursed energy, but he cannot see through everything, just like he cannot see what color underwear someone is wearing today. As long as there is a layer of cursed energy in between, he cannot see the cursed energy beneath that layer.

The curtains that concealed the faces of the high-level officials were often covered with dense cursed energy, so Gojo Satoru had no idea how many people were hiding behind the curtains.

That's why he said 'twelve' assassins.

The hidden assassin suddenly rushed in the direction of Night Moth. He was a Deadpool raised by the high-level officials. In this situation, the best solution was to use hostages to threaten him.

In fact, the reason why the top management allowed Gojo Satoru to come to the technical high school was also because they wanted to "let Gojo Satoru develop feelings with other people so that they can threaten and control him in the future."

But they didn't expect the effect to be so good.

But no matter what, now is the time to put it into practice.

The assassin sprinted towards the moth, his body twisted into an afterimage at high speed, almost parallel to the ground, and the blade in his hand had already captured a path that could cut the moth's neck.

however.

"If you attack by surprise, the battle will be boring."

boom! !

At the moment, completely unnoticed on the wing, Fujimaru Ritsuka kicked out lightly, and his foot hit the assassin's cheek from the side. The moment of contact, the assassin's face was visibly sunken and his bones were shattered.

"Cuck!!"

"Hey!"

At the moment of the kick, a semicircular ripple exploded in the air, and multiple layers of waves exploded, like a rocket launch. The assassin turned into a football, and finally, with the kinetic energy of his own sprint, he flew towards the direction of the five old men, passed through their curtains, and embedded in the wall with a loud noise.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, but at the beginning he said there were 'thirteen' first-level magicians.

Although his hard power is theoretically not as good as that of a first-level magician, when the opponent is completely unprotected, he can take advantage of the opponent's high-speed sprint and use the opponent's force to kick the person away easily.

That's 'logic'!
"Tsk, there really is more."

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was not surprised at all and gradually took a step forward.

The layout of the courtroom is like that of an opera house, with the senior officials sitting in the abrupt second-floor box structure, while the accused and the defense attorneys can only sit on the first floor and look up at them, and there are no stairs connecting the first and second floors.

But Gojo Satoru does not need stairs. The performance of the technique allows him to walk in the air, as if he were walking on transparent steps.

So he gradually approached them amid the panic shouting of the senior executives.

Finally, we were standing at the same altitude, almost face to face.

Gojo Satoru no longer had the cheerful aura he usually had when playing with his classmates. Instead, he became extremely calm and indifferent.

The ritual began to work, and the powerful gravitational force caused the bodies of these old immortals to shrink, veins bulged in their throats, and breathing became a luxury.

The eyeballs were protruding almost out of the sockets, they were congested, bleeding, muscles were necrotic, and death was gradually approaching, but Gojo Satoru continued speaking as if he didn't see it.

"Just because I was born in the Gojo family doesn't mean I will listen to you."

"I stayed in the Jujutsu High School only because Night Moth took me away from you guys, this extremely boring academy."

"And the reason why I haven't killed you is because even though you are incompetent and despicable, you are suitable to lead this broken island of the same style."

Yes, that's it.

Born a loner, Gojo Satoru is unable to empathize with others.

But even so, for the sake of the people of the world, he was sacrificing, enduring, and giving in.

And this half step is my greatness! My kindness!
Even if no one may know about it in the future, even if no one may understand it in the future, even if there may be no like-minded people around him before he dies, and only people will regard him as a "monster" and stay away from him, he will not regret his move!
The strongest creature on earth, yet he never breaks the law, defeats human rules, and always gives in for the weaker of his kind.

The strongest on the surface?
It is the most gentle on earth!
Five great points, no need to explain further.

but--

"This is all based on the premise that this won't irritate me further."

Gojo Satoru paused.

"This is an ultimatum, you old immortals, figure out your place."

"You are not the masters of spells, but the scrap yard that I need to work with when dealing with the kindness that has nowhere to go."

The air was almost so quiet that one could hear the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground.

All the old masters who were high up in the art of sorcery didn't dare to speak, and only Gojo Satoru had the right to speak.

"And now, I am in adolescence, and I never know when I will make a small mistake."

"For example, when my friends, my teachers, and myself, are dissatisfied with you pigs and dogs, I just don't want to endure it anymore. I don't want to endure it anymore. Even if Japan loses you good-for-nothings and your resources and suffers countless casualties because I can't manage it, I still want to—"

"Kill you all."

(End of this chapter)