Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 32: Sukuna: Oh my, such a narrow room

Unlike Geto who was stunned, Nozomi continued to ask questions with her usual nonchalant expression.

"We split up into two groups to carry out the mission. Although we arrived in time, the sorcerer named Nozomi was originally planning to give Fujimaru a cursed object, right?"

"Hasn't that cursed object been confirmed to be recovered?"

Geto Suguru was eager to interrupt the topic. Although he was unconscious at the time, he later saw Gojo Satoru handing the cursed object to the superiors with his own hands.

It was a finger wrapped in white cloth.

Throughout history, there has been only one cursed object of that shape.

He was so famous that everyone who had anything to do with the world of sorcery knew about him, whether they wanted to or not—the strongest curser in history, and the cursed item of the sorcerer.

Its name is——

"Although Mr. Yaga and I didn't notice anything, when the mission was over, the first time you saw Fujimaru, your face turned scary. Did you notice what happened to him?" Glass said lightly, "Did you really hand over Ryoumen Sukuna's finger to the higher-ups?"

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Silence echoed in the corridor.

Geto Suguru's expression turned quite ugly, while Gojo Satoru just rubbed his head in annoyance and said nothing.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence.

"Hey, Nitro, do you like looking at me when you have nothing to do? So disgusting."

"?" Glass's brows twitched. "Let me make it clear first. If you try to fool me with this kind of nonsense again, I will tell Mr. Ye Moth about my suspicions."

"Wouldn't it be shameful for you to tell the teacher?"

"Then just say it."

Glass teased, but there was not much smile on her face, and Geto Suguru had remained silent since the beginning.

In fact, looking at Gojo Satoru's performance, the two already had their own answers in their hearts.

".enough."

Finally, Gojo Satoru smacked his lips and said reluctantly.

"I have already handed over Sukuna's finger to the higher-ups. I have absolutely not lied about this, but..."

Gojo Satoru paused.

"Others may not be able to see it, but I, with my six eyes, know that the cursed item is no longer a cursed item. There is no cursed power of Ryomen Sukuna left in it at all."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Xia Youjie widened his eyes.

“For example, the difference between a cursed object and a human body lies in how tightly the ‘connection’ is,” Gojo Satoru said.

"If the relationship between humans and cursed power is equivalent to the relationship between the components of a mobile phone, then the cursed power and matter of cursed objects are equivalent to the relationship between different elements in an alloy."

"It is also because of this combination that the alloy (cursed object) cannot be destroyed, but what Fujimaru did is more like forcibly separating the different elements."

"The cursed power of the cursed object has been mixed into Fujimaru's body. I can't understand what happened. I am sure that when I saw it, Fujimaru only designed to deceive the sorcerer named Nosoe and did not swallow the cursed object. Of course, there is no sign of incarnation. Sukuna's cursed power has been completely suppressed."

Normally this would not happen.

unless
Unless there is something inside Fujimaru's body that is attracting that cursed energy.

And this suction force is strong enough to separate the matter and cursed power of the cursed object.

But no matter what, absorbing the cursed power of the Curse King is definitely not a good thing. Although other people cannot do it, the nature of cursed power is similar to the physical body. Everyone's cursed power is unique. If the cursed power of other people is mixed into the body, it will inevitably be affected.

Although Fujimaru's adaptability is too high and there is no problem for the time being, if it is the Curse King, even Gojo Satoru would not dare to be at ease.

He originally planned to go back to his dormitory and use the authority of the Gojo family head to check something himself.
"There are risks, right?" Xia Youjie gritted his teeth, "Whether it's you or Gao Zi, if you've noticed it, why don't you say anything? This is a potential safety hazard."

".Should we tell the people above? You can guess what they will say?" Gojo Satoru squinted. "You saw it yourself just now."

"Execution~"

Nozomi spread her hands and answered, while Gojo Satoru nodded and added.

"Execute immediately. Who do you think will be the executor?"

"What a rotten orange~"

The two of them sang in unison and the conversation ended quickly.

No, after all, the result was destined from the beginning.

".Wu, it's okay to protect your classmates, but don't forget that we can't give special priority to someone's life. We are sorcerers, and supporting the weak is our right path." When saying this, even Gou's own tone was a little hesitant, and even trembled noticeably.

He remembered again what Fujimaru Ritsuka did at the moment he was attacked by the cursed spirit.

The blade cut through the cursed spirit's flesh, but it also seemed to create several cracks in Geto Suguru's AT position.

[How does the cursed spirit taste? ]

Come to think of it, that was the first time someone asked themselves this question.

Xia Yujie chased his fingers, rubbing his thumb restlessly on his index finger. The three people in black school uniforms either put their hands in their pockets or lowered their heads, and they were silent.

That was the strongest class at Jujutsu High School.

Ieiri Shoko doesn't care about right or wrong and does whatever she wants.

Gojo Satoru rejected the correct theory from the bottom of his heart.

And
Although he clearly said "no personal gain", he subconsciously helped Fujimaru Ritsuka to conceal the truth and became an accomplice of Geto Suguru.

He is not as fond of "righteousness" as he imagines.

Wait until he notices this.
It is already a bitter summer.
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Inside the room, Fujimaru Ritsuka was completely unaware of the protection and care his classmates showed him, or rather, he had no time to care about them. He had already fallen asleep with a satisfied and grateful heart.

Just like ordinary people would fantasize about having a beautiful girl as a girlfriend before going to bed and constantly enrich the plot, Fujimaru Ritsuka also has the habit of having beautiful imaginations before going to bed.

He recalled the battle with Nozomi.

One punch.

One kick.

One move at a time.

So cool.

Ritsuka Fujimaru covered his eyes with his forearm, but the curve of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

I've been holding it in for too long.

Two years, two years ago from now, Fujimaru Ritsuka could hardly remember anything.

That was clearly the 'normal' thing he had expected, but he couldn't be happy at all.

ordinary?
What exactly do the so-called common and natural refer to?

Hair falling off your pillow?

The favorite bread in convenience stores is quietly removed from the shelves?

The wrinkled white desk, the traces of the fountain pen, the old-fashioned computer screen, the Windows startup interface, the spinning mouse icon, the greasy smell of the canteen food, the foul smell from the sewer when I go home, and the occasional cockroach that crawls out.
and then?
What will it be like when you are thirty?
Is this the kind of life we are born for?
If I choose the path of a mortal, then will I never be able to touch the sea of stars, those myths and epics again?

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka has desires.

He would crave Chef Emiya's food, and would blush when he saw the female servants in Chaldea wearing cool clothes. He also wanted a stable daily life, but also wanted adventure as a spice of life.

People are greedy.

At that time, Fujimaru realized that the so-called "ordinary" was just a kind of cowardice he developed on the way to saving the world, in order to escape death, to escape his own death, and to escape the death of his companions.

He was too tired, so he wanted to rest.

But when he did rest and had time to think about his desires, he began to feel dissatisfied again.

At first, it is just elastic deformation, and it seems that everything can be saved. However, when the lattice breaks and the stress reaches the tensile strength, the material begins to neck. The deformation is no longer evenly distributed over the entire working length, but concentrates on a certain part and becomes thinner. The shear force causes the entire atomic layer to move relative to the adjacent layer and eventually break.

He's broken.

Ordinary people's pleasures could no longer satisfy him.

If you don't fight, you can't survive.

I want to fight stronger enemies.

I want to defeat a stronger enemy with a stronger ego.

Want to surpass more noble gods.

I want to get rid of the humiliation of being restricted by human laws during my journey to save the world.

I want to use my own strength to reach the top of the mountain, to see what those heroes have seen, no! Even what they have never seen - the scenery at a higher altitude!
Let me watch it for them.

Is this not okay? Isn’t this unusual?
Ritsuka Fujimaru saved the world so many times, but he couldn't give himself an answer.

But at least, at least now
He was sure that his heart was beating vigorously.

Some unexpected gains came from the three people from the Jujutsu High School.

Fujimaru couldn't help but sigh once again that he could always meet kind people.

Once upon a time, when I was in Chaldea, I never had any deep friendships with people my own age.

Mashu is closer to a junior, while Kadoc, who is most similar to him, has some gaps between them that are difficult to fill. Besides, they are on a journey to save the world, so where is the time to develop brotherhood?

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru gave him a good feeling. They were comrades-in-arms, but they also seemed like they could really become 'ordinary' friends.

Very strange.

And the words that Yega said, which were conveyed by Gojo Satoru, also made him concerned.

【We should cherish our youth as young people】?
youth?

What the hell?
Mr. Yega makes me respect him as a teacher, but I don't need to care about things of that level anymore, right?

Although he knew that this sentence was just a joke, Fujimaru somehow felt that it connected to his heart.

[It seems someone has said something similar to me.]

No matter what, the kindness from others must be reciprocated.

Um.
The breathing went from heavy to steady, and consciousness gradually sank.

until--

Tick.

【Hey, kid. 】

The noise pierced his ears without warning, and when Ritsuka Fujimaru opened his eyes again, he saw a strange world once again.