Anime: Gojo Satoru's chaotic daily life

Satan raised his arm to continue to summon power, but his eyes suddenly bulged, and he knelt on the ground, pinching his neck with both hands.

This sudden change made Gojo Satoru, who was about to use"茈", withdraw his cursed power.

Under the observation of the six eyes, Satan and Fujimoto Shiro were engaged in a fierce soul struggle, both trying to regain control of their bodies.

A few minutes later

"Ah~"

The kneeling Satan, no, it should be Fujimoto Shiro, he smiled and sighed

"Is the strongest Onmyoji so cruel? It hurts me to death"

"Who told you to let Satan take control of your body all the time?"

Gojo Satoru curled his lips.

Then he landed on the ground, walked to Fujimoto Shiro and continued

"You won't live long like this, right?"

To be able to take back control of the body from Satan, it must be that the soul is burning.

Fujimoto Shiro was silent for a while, then smiled.

"It's okay, I've lived long enough anyway, it's just a little bit of a pity that I didn't get to drink in the wedding wine of Rin and Yukio."

Gojo Satoru glanced at him.

To be honest, although his current [Reversal Technique] can heal all injuries in the body, even if the limbs are broken, they can be restored and grown, but for the burning soul injury, it is not possible for the time being.

Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he will become stronger and grow to the point of reversing the soul, but it is definitely not now.

"Hello, Gojo Satoru"

"how?"

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

Shiro Fujimoto looked up at the dark sky and asked in a low voice.

"Although it may be a little abrupt, can you take care of Rin after I die? Once Rin is found to be Satan's illegitimate child, many people will come to hunt him down. There will be people who hate Satan and high-ranking officials in the exorcist world. They may all hunt Rin down."

"I don't have much time left, and I still care about my son."

Gojo Satoru supported his chin and said speechlessly.

He didn't like this sad scene, nor did he like the dying people not caring about themselves but caring about others.

Hearing this, Fujimoto Shiro laughed.

"Maybe he is my favorite son."

""Oh, right, right, right."

Gojo Satoru said perfunctorily.

The two of them were silent.

Fujimoto Shiro still had a big stone in his heart. He was waiting for Gojo Satoru's answer.

Gojo Satoru sat on the ground, also looking at the sky, and slowly said

"I will only ensure that he enters the True Cross Academy, and the rest is none of my business."

"That's enough, thank you."

Hearing this answer, the big stone in Fujimoto Shiro's heart finally fell, and he smiled suddenly.

This answer was beyond his expectations. He had expected the answer to be a rejection, but he didn't expect it to guarantee that Rin would successfully enter the True Cross Academy.

Fujimoto Shiro's eyelids became heavier, and the whole person was shaky.

"Looks like I need to take a break for a while.……"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell backwards.

However, Gojo Satoru, who was standing next to him, stretched out his left hand to catch him and slowly put him down.

"Farewell."

Looking at Shiro Fujimoto who was smiling even in death, he said softly.

In fact, the promise Gojo Satoru just made was the same as not making a promise. In the original work, Rin Okumura successfully entered the True Cross Academy.

However, accidents may happen, and the only one who can deal with them is Gojo Satoru who has made a promise.

After standing up, Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone to call Tsuchimikado Arima and others to come and clean up the mess.

This time, the Satan incident was big enough that even the official authorities might not be able to suppress it.

……

On Monday,

Fujimoto Shiro's funeral was held. Because it was done in a hasty manner, only Okumura Rin was standing in front of the tombstone.

The sky was overcast and it was drizzling.

Looking at the black and white photo of a man laughing in the middle of the tombstone with lifeless eyes, Okumura Rin wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. He just stood there in a daze.

When the human body is overly sad, the brain activates automatic protection measures to cut off the sad emotions.

‘Tap tap tap——’

There was a sound of soil being treaded. Gojo

Satoru, wearing black clothes and sunglasses, came over with a bunch of chrysanthemums in his hand.

He walked around Okumura Rin and squatted down to place the chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

"Your father told me before he died that he wanted you to enter the True Cross Academy, which is the school for exorcists."

Gojo Satoru took out a bottle of wine from his pocket and put it over, saying at the same time.

Okumura Rin did not respond, his eyes were still dull, and he didn't care that his whole body was wet by the light rain.

Standing up, Gojo Satoru wanted to light a cigarette, but he started coughing violently after taking a puff.

"Ahem, I'm really not suitable for this."

After throwing the cigarette into the puddle and extinguishing it, he patted the shoulder of Okumura Rin next to him and said in a deep voice

"I want to keep the snowflakes, but in my hands, they will only melt faster."

Okumura Rin's lifeless eyes finally showed some fluctuations, and he slapped the hand of the white-haired monster away and said:

"Don't be cool"

"Eh? It's not enough to pretend to be cool"

"It definitely can't be done, it just can't be done... Ha, ha ha ha."

Okumura Rin laughed, and laughed happily, and gradually turned into a big laugh.

But in the process of laughing, lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his mind kept replaying the memories of him and Fujimoto Shiro in the past sixteen years.

Dad, I miss you so much...

Gojo Satoru next to him did not disturb him, but quietly left an umbrella and left.

However, when he left, he stopped and looked at a white figure who was watching quietly in the distance.

Mephisto?!

Gojo Satoru muttered to himself and raised his feet again to leave the cemetery.

He was not interested in the other party now.

……

(I want to keep the snowflakes, but in my hands, they will only melt faster. I really like this sentence, woo woo woo.)