The brave Simmel wants to resign

In an instant, I was transported to an unknown place.

(...there's nothing more that can be done.)

Now that things have come to this, Fuhei is filled with despair.

It felt like I was fighting against the teachers; I couldn't even picture myself defeating them.

Things have come to this...

He slowly raised his hands.

make a fist.

Up and down.

"Buru-bu".

(...I can only use "that" now!)

"Yura Yura...."

Fu Hei gritted his teeth, his lips barely moving—

hum!

After dealing with the mechanical ball, Fukuro immediately turned back to look at Fukuro, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Snapped.

The afterimage remained in place, and when Fu Hei reacted, his left wrist had been grabbed.

"what?!"

Fu Hei was greatly alarmed.

(The other party is interrupting my spellcasting?! Do they even know that ten shadow spells require hand gestures to activate?!?)

(What exactly is it?)

The gesture was forcibly pressed down and dismantled, while the man's fist grew larger and larger before her eyes.

The wind blew his face so hard it clung to his bones, and his hair was violently pulled back.

Just as Fushiguro Megumi was devastated by the overwhelming difference in strength and her mind went blank...

Snapped.

He finally arrived at the battlefield.

"Hey, why are you taking this so seriously?"

White hair fluttering in the wind.

The same robust and tall physique.

That is--

"...Gojo-sensei!"

Fushiguro Megumi exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey, Megumi, I'm here to help!"

Gojo Satoru caught Fushiguro Jinji's fist with one hand.

No, it's said that he caught it, but he didn't actually touch Gojo Satoru's palm at all.

[Unlimited Techniques]

Although Fushiguro Megumi usually showed disrespect to Gojo Satoru, at this moment, seeing the other party descend like a divine warrior, a sense of security welled up within him.

His expression completely relaxed, and he almost lost consciousness.

"Don't collapse, Hui. Go find Yu Xingji and treat him."

Wu Tiao blocked the enemy and waved to Fu Hei with his back to him.

"I'll take care of this."

"....Um."

Instead of complaining about 'why things keep happening at our vocational college,' Fuhei Hui had already gotten used to it.

He simply adjusted his breathing and immediately ran backward.

Only the attacker and the strongest modern fighter remained, silently staring at each other.

Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him and remained silent for a long, long time.

Stop pretending.

"I've received news from Simmel—the spirit summoning technique went berserk, right? But if it's your situation, you should be able to stay rational if you're willing."

Remove the blindfold with your fingers, revealing five deep blue pupils.

She looked closely at the man in front of her.

If it were your situation, you should be able to stay rational if you wanted to.

After the questioning.

The man, whose eyes were originally completely black, regained his normal color after blinking.

His expression changed from indifference to mockery.

When he opened his mouth, his voice dropped, adding a distinctive hoarse tone that carried a bright, cold, and arrogant quality.

"Hey, long time no see."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but chuckle.

“…Is this true?”

(Although I spoke with great confidence, I was actually just guessing.)

Although Gojo Satoru's tone was the same as usual, those who knew him well could hear the slight wavering in his voice.

(Who would have thought... that you would haunt me like this...?)

And in front of him—

"So realistic!"

The man raised his hand and pointed his thumb sharply at his head.

"So lively and energetic!"

Chapter 151 Domestic Violence Male Tiger Sticks Hisahito

—This has been mentioned before.

Gojo Satoru and Natsume were once considered the strongest in high school.

However, the catalyst that led the two to part ways completely was a star-matrix escort mission.

【Fuheishener】

[A Tyrant Descended by Heaven]

[Exchanging incantation power for absolute physical enhancement]

[At one point, Gojo Satoru truly felt the presence of death.]

Even now, Gojo Satoru has become the strongest in the modern era, he still feels a knee-jerk-like aversion to the name Fushiguro Jinji and... a tension that he himself would never admit...

That feeling is similar to the feeling you get when you see a CD cover by chance in a corner store after watching a really scary horror movie as a child.

Of course—Gojo Satoru wouldn't show it on his face.

With a mocking expression, Gojo said, "...Spirit summoning technique?"

"Answer—correct!" Fuheishen'er said lazily, pressing his forehead twice with his thumb. "I was sleeping soundly in the underworld when I vaguely heard someone calling my name. But when I was concentrating on it, I somehow ended up covering someone else's body."

"Then there was this ugly old woman who dared to order me around—I was so annoyed that I killed her."

"I originally planned to just go back to sleep like this—but it seems that as long as I don't consciously control this body, it will automatically attack the strongest target nearby.... So somehow I ended up here."

(…talking nonstop…)

The five men had solemn expressions.

(Is this guy...getting hyped up?)

"I wouldn't have cared about this otherwise, since I'm not exactly a moral person, but... seeing you makes all the difference."

Fuheshchen swayed, his expression sinister.

"Haha~ Should I choose Mr. Gojo over my own son? Mr. Gojo is just too charming, it's truly sinful~"

Gojo Satoru was certain that Fushiguro Jinji had already figured it out.

Just now, Fushiguro Megumi, whom he had a fight with... is his biological son.

As the strongest assassin ten years ago, when Fushiguro Jinji was killed by the awakened Gojo Satoru, his only dying words were to entrust his son to him.

It was around that time that Gojo Satoru had his so-called illegitimate child.

"Ha, son and all that..."

For a fleeting moment, a look of reminiscence flashed across Shen'er's expression, and she even softened for a brief instant, but it was quickly overwritten by that wild smile, as if it were an illusion.

"That kind of thing isn't important, forget about it."

"Ha! You scumbag dad~" Gojo Satoru covered his mouth and laughed.

Say what you want.

"So, should we fight?" Gojo Satoru tried to calm his agitated feelings and pretended to twist his wrist.

"Ten years ago you were no match for me, and you won't be now either~ I guess the underworld doesn't provide gym equipment, right? Besides, Tian Ni Hao, I smashed you to pieces in my anger after you died~"

"Tch, are you a kid?" Shen Er scoffed. "But... I'm not entirely without a solution."

As he spoke...

He pulled a black rope from his lower back—it was Seven Wolves! No, it was...it was a rope!