Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Chapter 185 Even the Strongest Must Hold on to the Wall

Otsutsukotsu Yuta did not fully understand Gojo Satoru's words.

He didn't expect that someone like Gojo Sensei would actually use that kind of expression when talking about other people; just like he didn't expect that the nearly omnipotent Su Sensei would actually show that kind of expression -

It looks like a white rabbit that can't find its home.

Gojo Satoru also persuaded him to accept the sword, the special grade cursed tool "Murasame" worth 300 million.

In the words of Gojo Satoru: "Don't worry about damage - this thing is sturdy. We can probably survive without it."

——Teacher Gojo returned to his nonchalant look.

Before Yuta Otsutsuki could respond, he continued, "Not to mention that Ze's moves and melee weapons are not very compatible—"

"More importantly, at his level, most of the cursed tools would be a burden... It's enough for him to have his own sword."

"——Of course, the same goes for me."

Teacher Gojo said a little cocky at the end.

——In other words, instead of leaving it at home gathering dust, it is better to give it to young people with greater potential.

The last bit of grudge in Yuta Okkotsu's heart was completely eliminated.

After that day, Su Ze continued to teach him the techniques. Although Su Ze's own training method was not very different from that of a sorcerer, his guidance was unexpectedly accurate - at least much better than Gojo Satoru's "genius exclusive" teaching method.

In Su Ze's own words, "Wu himself understood things almost instantly, so how can you expect him to teach others how to get started step by step?"

Yuta Okkotsu never saw the expression on Su Ze's face that day again.

It was just that in the intervals between practice, or in Su Ze's casual conversation with him, some clues were mentioned - the person who made Teacher Su so depressed was probably another close friend of his.

I seem to have met that gentleman once when I was hospitalized in Miyagi Hospital.

But Teacher Su didn't talk about him very often, at least much less often than he mentioned Miss Jiaru.

...The same is true for Gojo Sensei.

……

2014 October.

In midsummer, the air begins to steam early in the morning.

Fortunately, the college is located in the suburbs and built deep in the mountains, which alleviated the situation a little.

A staff dormitory building.

There are two rare tree species planted at the entrance of the dormitory - only people who know the business may be able to recognize that they are Dayan's hawthorn trees.

The person who planted this tree didn't have any profound thoughts, it seemed that he did it simply because he was greedy.

So they took great pains to ask someone to buy two saplings from Dayan. After that, every autumn and summer, the treetops would be full of red fruits. The person who planted the tree was happy to share it with everyone, but the teachers and students seemed to be unable to tolerate the sour red fruits.

-

in the dormitory.

Judging from the decoration and size, it is not an exaggeration to call it an "apartment".

There were crisp green radishes on the windowsill, their crisp leaves hanging long against the wall. There was also a half-full pack of Marlboro cigarettes on the dining table, with a silver lighter on top.

The wooden floor adds a touch of life to the room.

The time was a quarter past eight in the morning.

pat-

The man in the shirt walked out of the bedroom and closed the door gently.

He moved slowly, buttoning his shirt with one hand.

Chairman Su, who always looks in great spirits, now looks a little... tired?

——At least not as energetic as before.

At this normal time, he would have just finished his morning run around the college three times, practiced Tai Chi, and was about to have breakfast.

...Anyway, he shouldn't have just come out of the room.

Chairman Su, who has always been self-disciplined and healthy, behaved out of character for some unknown reason.

The collar and sleeves of his shirt were wrinkled, and he looked like he had been badly beaten up. Some of his hair stood up, and his hair was swaying in the sun.

He suddenly noticed a cigarette lying on the ground, so he bent down to pick it up.

click -

A crisp sound rang out.

Chairman Su, who had just bent down, suddenly had a colorful expression.

He bent his lower back slightly, slowly straightened up, and leaned against the wall for several seconds before recovering.

Then, stretch your muscles and bones in place, and the crackling sounds between the joints will make you subconsciously think that "the whole body seems to need a renovation"——

But it does not seem accurate to say that Chairman Su is old and frail and is in danger of losing his position at any moment.

...After all, he had just exterminated a special-grade cursed spirit by himself a few months ago.

After the mission was over, he even remembered to go back to the coffee shop to finish his dessert; after that, he also checked the daily operations of the Kyoto branch, conducted a temporary supervision and assessment, and by the way, paid a visit to an important figure in the Kyoto area - Yoshinobu Rakugenji.

Yokuenji Yoshinobu suppressed many minor disturbances of the remaining "conservatives" in Kyoto for Su Ze, and he also used drastic measures to eliminate all the trivial matters that could not be mentioned...

...that's too far.

In short, Chairman Su is in good health - there is no problem.

So, he held his lower back and walked to the kitchen in small steps.

——Chairman Su decided to fry an extra egg for himself this morning.

In the bedroom.

The curtains were half drawn.

Just judging from the small area illuminated by the sunlight, the room was a mess...especially the messy bed.

Miss Glass, who was sitting upright against the bedside table, looked very calm, with the summer quilt slightly placed on her lower abdomen, and her two long legs stretched straight out, crossing up and down.

She was only wearing a sports bra on her upper body. The black fabric was close-fitting and comfortable, and it perfectly outlined her good figure.

Glass crossed her arms across her chest, holding a slender ladies' cigarette between the fingertips of her left hand, her round nails shining in the sun.

Thin wisps of smoke rose slowly, blending with the sunlight that streamed into the room, illuminating the messy pile of clothes at the end of the bed.

Xianzi took a long puff of cigarette, the few strands of black hair on her forehead were askew, and her complexion looked extremely good.

The ashtray on the bedside table was filled with cigarette butts, with the end slightly wet.

Glass tilted his head, exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably, and at the same time slightly closed his eyes, his chest heaving heavily -

It looks extremely comfortable no matter how you look at it.

——After smoking this, consider quitting smoking.

Miss Glass looked at the half-remaining mint cigarette in her hand with a bit of nostalgia, and made a decision that was not easy to reach.

——Although she herself possesses the reversal technique and does not need to worry too much about her health, Danze is a little different.

It's not good to be exposed to secondhand smoke too much.

Although he also swore that Qi could also repair the body - it was almost the same property as the reversal technique.

However, when I think of Su Ze's posture when he left the bedroom just now, and his rare expression...

Glass raised her eyebrows slightly, and her heroic eyebrows looked very beautiful.

She turned her head and exhaled a puff of cigarette, her eyebrows drooping and a little coquettish.

"...What do you mean by 'strongest'? He still had to hold on to the wall to get out."