Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

Upon hearing Suzuki's explanation, Itadori paused for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

He heard it clearly when the bond was first formed: disobeying the bond would result in death.

Seeing that Itadori was about to stand up again, Suzuki reluctantly continued to explain:

"Don't worry, it hasn't come to that. The information was leaked before the bonds were even formed."

The imbalance of rights between the two parties triggered the compensation mechanism.

Either I accept the punishment, or I am given a penalty.

Only in this way can a new balance be achieved.

After deciding to seduce the fashionable girl, he quickly and secretly took advantage of her.

Upon meeting Jian Naibu Lie, the information about the man who had been asked to leave was sent out.

Only after that comes the bargaining and signing of binding agreements.

Because the intelligence was leaked before the binding agreement was signed, the backlash from the binding was not fully triggered.

However, Suzuki couldn't escape the punitive punishment he received.

Although the injury was quite serious, fortunately, this method of handling it prevented the other party from noticing.

After hearing this, Huzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no danger to his life.

"You didn't even consult me ​​beforehand about something this serious! Do you even consider me a friend anymore?!"

After clutching his coat for a long time, Huzhang finally managed to utter only this one angry sentence.

Her eyes, however, were fixed on the large pile of toilet paper that Suzuki had used to wipe away the blood, her expression full of worry.

Suzuki couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Suzuki's stubborn yet soft-hearted demeanor.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a flippant voice from the side:

"Hey, would you two mind sharing a table?"

The two looked up sharply and saw a white-haired man wearing sunglasses and a black turtleneck jacket leaning against the wall, holding a freshly packaged limited-edition strawberry daifuku in his hand, tilting his head and waving at them.

Itadori's hair stood on end, and he instinctively stood up to shield Suzuki, his palms instantly clenching into cold sweat.

Suzuki covered his mouth to suppress the rising smell of blood, and tugged at Itadori's sleeve.

He looked up at Gojo Satoru and forced a bloodstained smile:

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Gojo."

The white-haired man's eyes curved into a smile behind his sunglasses. He lightly jumped down from the wall and floated to the table.

He put the strawberry daifuku he was holding on the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Suzuki.

"No need to be so polite. I'm not that much older than you. You can call me Brother Wu."

He paused suddenly as he spoke, seemingly curiously examining the bloodstains on Suzuki's lips that hadn't yet been wiped clean.

"Hmm, it seems you've already met that interesting person?"

Suzuki wore a bloodstained smile and casually wiped the corner of his mouth again:

"I did see him just now. He hadn't walked far. If Mr. Gojo had run a little faster, he might have been able to catch up."

"Oh dear, I should have caught up with him, but unfortunately my schedule is already full for today."

Gojo Satoru sighed in frustration; he had just been preparing to complete his 31st task of the day.

There are still dozens of tasks waiting for him to complete.

The investigation traced the location of the illegal gambling den, and the suspects were apprehended.

"But it's alright, Suzuki-kun, I received all the information you sent."

It's all so well-organized; there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.

Now I'm more curious about something else—Suzuki-kun, whose side are you really on?

However, after expressing his regret, Gojo Satoru's tone immediately lightened.

As he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru suddenly leaned forward.

Her sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes that met Suzuki's gaze. She asked curiously.

Being gazed upon by those beautiful eyes, Suzuki felt as if he had been seen through from the inside out.

However, he didn't feel scared; instead, he felt a little itchy.

'The Six-Eyed Heavenly Reincarnation System is a part of the Undying Technique. Can it be forcibly taken?'

This thought immediately came to mind.

However, Suzuki quickly regained his composure, not because he was afraid that Gojo Satoru would see through his thoughts.

Suzuki made no attempt to hide this fact; it's just that the conditions for the [Forcible Seizure] to take effect are not yet applicable to Gojo Satoru.

How can you seize something by force if you're not stronger than the other party?

Suzuki's face hadn't yet regained its color, but upon hearing this, he still slowly managed a smile:

"Mr. Gojo thinks that if I were to stand on the side of the iliac crest, I would be a disgrace to the court."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and tapped his finger on the table:

"That's not necessarily true. What if you want to bet on both sides and get some benefits from both?"

After all, being able to follow the bearded man and play with him is no small feat!

"It's as if the Cursed Arts Supervision Department and the Cursed Arts College are all good people!"

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Suzuki pursed his lips and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Who would readily sentence someone to death for no reason?

Chapter 127: Incomplete

"Don't worry, I've done my job correctly. I'm sure you understand everything I've learned."

My current actions have only one purpose—to try and get myself on my side!

"Hahaha, this is interesting, so interesting!"

After hearing this, Gojo Satoru suddenly burst out laughing, attracting the attention of several guests at nearby tables.

He didn't seem to care at all and reached out to pat Suzuki on the shoulder.

"I like this way of speaking. It's much more interesting to stand on one's own side than to those guys who keep talking about righteousness."

Suzuki coughed softly as he was patted, and the blood rushing to his head again as he had just calmed down.

Itadori watched from the side, his hands clenched tightly, afraid that Gojo Satoru might suddenly make a move.

Gojo Satoru drawled out his words, poking at the strawberry daifuku packaging with his finger.

"Having done something like breaking a contract, aren't you afraid of anything?"

"Being afraid is useless."

Suzuki shrugged.

Even without this incident, the emperor would still be in a very difficult situation.

Ultimately, it will still affect me; what I did can only be considered self-defense.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, leaned back in his chair, and shrugged, spreading his hands:

"That's true. Well, we'll leave that question for now."

But if you try to establish yourself independently, you'll easily face a united front of suppression from other forces.

"It's okay, my brother is pretty strong, he can handle it!"

Suzuki patted Itadori beside him and said with a confident expression.

On the contrary, Itadori, who was confident in Suzuki, pointed to himself with a blank expression.

Is he really that capable? How come he doesn't even know it himself?

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, looked Itadori up and down, and nodded seriously.

Although the boy was just an ordinary person, he vaguely caught a glimpse of an old friend.

Especially when paired with that trembling cursed spirit curled up inside the bracelet, Gojo Satoru felt like he was about to have a PTSD attack.

Huzhang watched the two men go back and forth, their words laced with barbs.

Holding the fork for ages, unable to pierce a muffin, he finally coughed and asked:

"Um... if you've reached an agreement, can we set off now?"

Previously, the spirit of the deceased had been utterly humiliated, and the spirit of the deceased had been suppressed and manipulated. The spirit of the deceased had been suppressed and manipulated ...

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow first, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at Suzuki with great interest:

"Oh? You're going to deal with the real person? Do you need my help?"

I've never actually seen a cursed spirit with an independent personality and reason.

"If Mr. Gojo has time, that would be wonderful."

Although Suzuki was confident he could defeat the real person, he naturally couldn't ask for help from the strongest sorcerer of the era.

Upon hearing this, Huzhang abruptly stood up, his previous confusion instantly swept away by a sense of urgency:

"Then let's set off immediately! We can't let the real person continue to harm people!"

Gojo Satoru's gaze fell on the trash can next to Suzuki, where a pile of toilet paper soaked in scarlet stood out.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone a mix of amusement and concern, and said:

"Can you really do it in the state you are in? Your wound is still bleeding, isn't it?"

If you can't even stand up when the fight starts, you'll hold everyone back.

"Suzuki has done enough; now it's my turn."

Yuji Itadori spoke first, his voice not loud, but with an undeniable firmness.

Suzuki said he would do this even if it weren't for his grandfather.

But since the deed had already been done and the plan already included his grandfather's involvement, Itsuji couldn't pretend he didn't know.

Suzuki has gone to great lengths and paid a heavy price for this operation.

As his partner in the fight, Itadori felt he had to step up and take on more responsibility.

He realized that his greatest strength and the most directly applicable skill seemed to be combat.

Therefore, he should take over the next battle.

Gojo Satoru watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with interest.

The familiar scene before him made him feel as if he were seeing a shadow of the past.

Wasn't that exactly what happened between him and Xia Youjie back then?

"In that case, let me save some time."

Gojo Satoru stood up and reached out to Suzuki for the [item/item].

He stretched out a small tent that enveloped the three of them, and then he formed a hand seal with both hands.

Suzuki and Itadori only felt a slight vibration, and the noise from the roadside dessert shop instantly disappeared from their ears.

The next moment, the three of them appeared directly at the entrance of the abandoned factory where the real person was hiding.

This is the world's number one capability.

In that instant, the opponent compressed the distance between the two spatial coordinates, achieving instantaneous teleportation across regions.

Even though I knew that Gojo Satoru possessed such abilities, I was still shocked after actually experiencing it.

Urajima couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.

However, a bloody smell drifted by on the wind, and Huzhang pinpointed the scent precisely.

Tiger Staff immediately took out the Cloud-Wandering Sword, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Gritting his teeth, he took the lead and walked into the factory: