Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 38 I Like You (Electric Baton Sound)

Fujimaru Ritsuka was in a good mood.

No, it's super good.

Well, to use an analogy, it's like waking up to find Kiyohime eagerly crawling into bed - but instead of saying something incomprehensible like "dear Suki", she drags me to the training room to do a 500kg deadlift, which is like a sense of relief and joy.

This comes from the improvement of strength.

The little tricks I learned from Kusakabe, such as the 'Simple Field' and 'Spell Tool Combat Method', are quite useful.

During this week, Fujimaru and his companions basically repeated the process of 'learning simple areas' and 'repeatedly performing tasks to apply them'.

It’s great to learn simple areas, and you can feel real changes in yourself.

The attendance mission is also very good, and it is fun to fight.

Normal cursed spirits aren't very interesting, but Fujimaru's case is special.

After absorbing the cursed power of Sukuna's fingers, he will also produce a "resonance" with Sukuna's other fingers, attracting the cursed spirits that have devoured Sukuna's fingers to come to him, and he can also sense the cursed spirits that have been enhanced by Sukuna's fingers.

They are often close to the special grade level and are very strong.

So, it’s fulfilling.

There is a kind of beauty in playing event copies ()

Even on the first night after Mr. Kusakabe left, when he was called by his classmates to a dinner party at Saria, Fujimaru recalled the battle with the cursed spirits and the use of the domain many times in his mind with a blissful expression. He didn't even react when Gojo Satoru stole his hot dog.

"Wow! I want a hot dog!"

"Wu, don't mess with other people's bowls."

"Hey~~~"

Well, speaking of it, the simplified domain is literally a 'simplified version of domain expansion', and the concept of domain expansion is similar to the inherent barrier, but the former is a natural barrier, while the latter is a personal mental landscape, but in the sense of barrier technique, they are both the same.
"Okay! I'll give you some!"

"Wait, I want one too. Whoever sees it gets a share."

"Glass, don't elbow! One third!"

Wait, does the ritual of birth have nothing to do with one's mental image? Or is it possible that the ritual itself is a kind of information engraved on the body, and is it possible that the ritual is also related to the soul that symbolizes the 'heart'?
"Someone help me drink the mushroom soup!"

"Can't I give it to Ritsuka?"

"Oh yes."

"Don't go too far, just give it to me. I'll give my salad to Ritsuka."

However, Kusakabe's automatic counterattack mechanism is also very interesting. Is it the internal programming of the enchantment itself? Where should I start? Perhaps this needs to involve the essence of the enchantment, which is to spread the cursed power around. So, the attack will inevitably affect the fluctuation of the surrounding cursed power, and directly drive the body as a feedback signal? What if this information is not sent to the brain, but the programming is further simplified, and the signal is transmitted to the "arm"? Directly use "programs" instead of brains, and use cursed power instead of flesh and blood?

"He swallowed it! He swallowed it!"

"Is this true? That salad doesn't even have salad dressing. It's just vegetable leaves! It's not even a salad. It's just grass, right?!"

"You need to apologize to all vegetarians in the world."

"Red bean paste private nasai."

Well, I should call and ask Mr. Kusakabe, but it seems that it is outside of working hours now, so should I find another reason?
"Hey, Fujimaru, there are sows lined up to jump into the river on your right."

"Hey, I see."

Why did they suddenly have to study the simple field? Was it the basis for Principal Yemo to judge that Nozomi might possess the barrier technique? Was it because of the modification of the [account] during the mission? Well, this is most likely the case.

"It seems that as long as you try to talk, there will be a response. Ritsuka, Naoko said she likes you."

"Hey~ Hey~ I'm going to kill you, Gojo."

"Haha, sorry, but we are not at that age yet. We need to get to know each other better."

"Refused!"

"Okay, after I kill Gojo, I'll kill you, Fujimaru."

Well, in the worst case scenario, if Nozomi possesses the [Domain], is the simple domain really enough to fight against the opponent? No, it's not enough. We also need some method that can greatly improve our strength in a short period of time, even if there are disadvantages.

".Ritsuka, Kusakabe-sensei said we should practice more in the evening."

"Really? What time? Or the gym?"

Ritsuka swallowed the salad with an expectant look on his face.

"." Gojo Satoru and Nozomi, who were strangling each other in front of him, had awkward expressions on their faces, while Geto Suguru, who was beside Fujimaru, could only silently cover his face with his hands, choking in silence.

The four-person booth was already filled with food, but the portion in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka was very small, just a chicken steak set meal and strawberry cake.

"Ritsuka, where did you develop such a twisted fighting spirit?"

Finally, Gojo Satoru asked a question in confusion.

"You said you felt a sense of crisis because of the noose, but you had already started studying excessively before that. I'm beginning to doubt that you know more about spells than I do now, right?"

Today's class is over, and although Gojo Satoru didn't learn anything from Kusakabe, he is not impatient because of it.

It's just everyday life as usual.

No one can 'teach' Gojo Satoru because he has too much life beyond the ordinary.

Even the strongest first-level sorcerer is the same.

People don't worry that a stone will hit them just because ants gather together to move it.

The gap is too big.

But the reality is that Gojo Satoru felt a little annoyed when he looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was obsessed with sorcery.

It wasn't a negative feeling towards Fujimaru, but an itchy feeling. Gojo Satoru, who had never felt anything like it, was slow to react, not understanding that this was called a 'sense of urgency' - usually seen at the end of a semester when students were watching their classmates go through their test papers.

When Gojo Satoru vaguely realized this reality, he felt puzzled.

Do I really think Fujimaru can keep up with me?

So powerful.
Enough to be on par with me in the future?
Unlike Gojo Satoru, who has a rich inner drama, Nozomi is only worried about Fujimaru's mental state as a classmate and doctor, while Geto has been overly concerned about Fujimaru since the end of the first mission.

The stares from the three of them made Fujimaru confused.

What's so strange about this?

Come to think of it, in the past, the Heroic Spirits of Chaldea would always complain that their Masters were too desperate. But.
The answer is the same then and now.

"So that I can catch up with you guys."

Fujimaru said as a matter of course.

"I am still a little behind you in terms of my talent in spells, but I really like you all and want to be with you all, so I want to catch up with you no matter what."

His eyes are as clear as a lake.

It was definitely not a lie, but the "everyone" he mentioned did not only include the three people in front of him.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is used to belittling himself.

He has always been a challenger, a mortal who is nothing without a heroic spirit.

He wanted to stand on the same level as outstanding geniuses and heroes who had left their names in history.

If you want to taste the sweetness of salvation again, you will have to pay a corresponding price.

The trio——

Somewhat dazed.

On the retina, the image is so clear.

Those trembling eyelashes, that delicate nose, a lot of things flashed through my mind in that moment.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It is a classical statue carefully carved by a craftsman, a simple and solemn Western-style church, a stained glass window with swaying and rotating light and shadow, a medieval nun wearing a white veil and kneeling on the ground praying with her hands folded, and a hymn queen dancing and singing in the center of the Golden Opera House.
It's so beautiful that it makes people cry, and tears flow from all kinds of eyes.

I like this market! Damn my brain! What are you messing with again!

".Well, if you say so, it's not impossible, but, but I won't be happy about this, bababababaka." Gojo Satoru stuttered a little and pretended to be tsundere, but his face was actually getting hot, which was very rare.

Damn, I'm not keto!

".Don't say anything that can be easily misunderstood." Xia Youjie continued to cover his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the back of his hand seemed to be exerting some force, and veins were bulging, which was very rare.

Neither am I!

"."Nitrous turned her head to look at the pedestrians outside the window. She couldn't see their expressions clearly, but her ears were a little red, which was very rare.

Damn, I really am not!

A strange atmosphere continued among the three of them.

For children of this age, the word "like" has a deeper meaning, and it is difficult to say it even to family members, as if it is covered by a veil of shame.

They wanted to reprimand Fujimaru for his incorrect choice of words, but for some reason, faced with these remarks, they lost the desire to resist.

Maybe it's because of loneliness.

In a sense, sorcerers are like more fully evolved humans, and there are high and low levels among sorcerers. Being "unique" brings a sense of superiority, while being "one-of-a-kind" can only bring loneliness.

They should have been thankful countless times that they had come to the Jujutsu High School and met several other people in the same class, but their inner shame and youthful pride made them subconsciously avoid this.

Unlike them, Fujimaru Ritsuka is not particular about the use of words.

He knew very well that if he didn't say such words at this time, he might not have the chance again in the future.

After taking a bite of strawberry cake, Lixiang looked calm, while the other three also quietly finished their dinner.

Friendship is also such an ambiguous and superficial concept. Excessive care will make people retreat, and it seems that only laughter and playfulness can alleviate the unnecessary shame.

But if you are unable to abandon your pride, when you look back again, perhaps only an empty and unfamiliar electronic message will be left.

But at least at this moment, some subtle emotions took root between the few people.

Compassion for each other.

Things cluster together.

The wind blows through the Tokyo night, dispersing the warmth of shame along with it. And these little bits of daily life accumulate and perhaps gradually become the overlapping gears that influence a certain moment.

".ah."

"what happened?"

Glass sighed as she looked at her phone. Gojo Satoru beside her seemed unable to bear the silence and asked quickly, eager to start the next topic.

"Senior Mingming sent me a text message, saying that she will be conducting the teaching session in the next two days."

"Hey~ That's good news." Gojo Satoru gave Fujimaru a look, "Mingming is a senior who is several years older than us. She's very capable. She showed up at the technical high school before Fujimaru came to school. She's a practical person, so maybe you can learn a lot from her."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with satisfaction, and her smile became even more sincere, like a school bitch who heard the teacher say "Next, let's talk about the final question."

"But, Senior Sister Mingming?" Xia Yu muttered in an ominous tone.

Noticing his movements, Gojo Satoru and Nozomi seemed to remember something, showed expressions of understanding, and then clasped their hands together.

popping.

"What's wrong?"

Fujimaru asked.

"Senior Mingming loves money very much. Or rather, she only loves money. And after graduation, she has basically nothing to do with the technical high school. She went out on her own to earn higher employment fees. That's why she came here so urgently to teach us this time, I guess..." Glass sighed.

"Teacher Yega has spent a lot of money, and this part is most likely not included in the funding." Xia Yujie analyzed rationally.

"You'll have to pay for it yourself, Namo San." Gojo Satoru shook his head.

The three of them talked one after another, put their hands together, and prayed for the moth's wallet.

money?
Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked.

that is it?

"Then - I'll pay."

"Huh?"*3
(End of this chapter)