Jujutsu Kaisen: Shadow King

In front of the Akika Hotel, which is almost completed but no one is around.

Mirai, Nakagawa, Satoru and Jie are doing the third subject dance to warm up before the battle.

"......By the way."

"Mirai, I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

"You and Satoru look almost exactly the same, are you brothers?"

Geto Xiayou shook his flower hand, suddenly remembering this doubt that has troubled him for a long time.

"How is it possible~"

Gojo Satoru twisted his hips and waist, threw coins in the void, and quickly denied it.

"One of us is the 'Six Eyes + No Limit' of the Gojo family, and the other is the 'Ten Shadows Method' of the Zenin family. Just think about it = ="

"Brother is just more lucky, he looks a bit like me."

"Even if I dye my hair and wear colored contact lenses, I am still more handsome, OK?"

"Roar~"

"Satoru, you are very brave!"

Mirai crossed his arms and swung them back and forth, with an inexplicable look.

"Nonsense~"

"I'm super brave, okay?"

Gojo Satoru didn't comment, his shoulders shrugged, he pulled the bow left and right, and the shadow of Kun appeared behind him, looking like an old friend.

With a devilish arc on the corner of his mouth, Mirai turned his head to look at Geto Suguru.

"Geto, let me tell you, when Satoru was a child, he actually liked to pretend..."

"Hey hey hey-Ame!!!"

The future hasn't finished the last and most important word.

Gojo Satoru exclaimed!

He immediately blocked the future's mouth.

This is the black history he is most ashamed to talk about.

For the sake of his reputation, it must not be exposed!

Ieiri Shoko: eating melon.jpg

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"Gurgle gurgle~"

Thoughts flashed rapidly.

Gojo Satoru's six eyes bulged.

His Adam's apple kept rolling and shaking as if there was a bug.

In the end.

There was nothing he could do.

He could only try his best.

He imitated the sentence pattern that Mirai had used to threaten others.

He said in the most cowardly tone: "Brother, you don't want Aunt Mieko to know what happened just now, right?"

He smiled playfully.

Mirai looked at Ou Doudou, who was already sweating profusely.

"Aunt Mieko wouldn't mind such an insignificant thing."

"She even wants me to go out and pick a wife candidate now."

"But..."

He changed the subject.

Mirai's tone gradually became gloomy.

"Are you sure you were talking to me just now?"

Before he finished speaking.

Gojo Satoru flashed once in his life.

His figure instantly disappeared from the sight of several people.

When Mirai, Glass and Jie reacted.

He had already changed his style and revealed his true colors.

He knelt on his knees and kowtowed to admit his mistake.

Bang!

Bang! !

Bang! ! !

"Private Marseille!!!"

"My brother just spoke a little loudly!!!"

"Well, your attitude and speed of admitting mistakes are pretty good, I hope you can keep it up." Mirai nodded with satisfaction.

"What~ I thought I could hear some exclusive and explosive news about Wu from Mirai brother = ="

Nose, who originally wanted to eat Gojo Wu's big melon, curled her lips and felt bored.

On the side.

Xia Yujie did not say anything.

He narrowed his upside-down crescent eyes.

A thoughtful expression.

Looking at the cheap brothers who were hiding some unspeakable secrets.

Snap!

"Yoshi!"

Fists and palms intersected!

Mirai smiled excitedly.

"Today's self-restraint rules are-no use of spells, cursed power and cursed tools, only use pure beatings to crush the rainbow dragon!"

"Let's go!"

"That..."

Ieiri Nose looked like she had eaten an expired can of herrings.

He protected several people in front of him and raised his hand to ask: "Do I have to go too?"

"Of course~"

"We have been training for so long, we have to take it out for a walk."

"It just so happens that 'Rainbow Dragon' and 'Youyun' are based on the same template. There is no special technique. Just one word - durable!"

Like a ghost.

Future's figure flashed.

Instantly appeared behind Jiaru Glass, blocking her retreat.

"This is a great opportunity to use the beating technique at will!"

"If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!"

"Yes, yes~ We have been trained together for so long, aren't you curious about the gap between you and the first-level cursed spirit?"

"That's right~ Exercising more and sweating is the best medical beauty for the skin. You don't want to become loose-skinned and wrinkled when you get older, right?"

Adhering to the fine tradition of sharing beatings and difficulties.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru both had the same expression as Aniya.

His shoulders twitched, and he kept nodding, trying his best to keep her.

"But..."

"WhenDidn't we agree that it would just increase the ability to protect oneself?"

"I'm a pure nanny T T"

Ieiri Naoko wanted to cry but had no tears, and she also wanted to take a chance to slack off.

Although her "reversal technique" can do any healing except breaking the boundaries of "birth, aging, illness and death".

But these members of the team.

Not only are they strong.

They are almost never injured.

More importantly-

There is a powerful existence hidden inside that has more milk than her, a natural nanny!

Every time she faces Miss Jadoro.

Ieiri Naoko's jade degree becomes more and more serious!

Since there is salt, why is there a jaw T T

"What's wrong with the nanny? !"

As if a certain mechanism in her brain was triggered.

Future's tone suddenly became excited.

"It seems... I need to let you see it."

"What is the real fighting method of the nanny!"

"Jay, hold her!"

"Got it! "

Sugar Oil Jie put his hands on Nozomi's shoulders.

No matter how she struggled, he never wavered.

"Satoru, the tent is up!"

"Okay!"

Gojo Satoru put his index finger and middle finger together.

He chanted the spell to cast the tent.

"Born from darkness."

"Darkness in darkness."

"Filth and filth."

"Purify everything!"

The voice fell.

Somewhere above the heads of several people, a hundred meters high.

Suddenly, a cloud-like illusory substance spread out in a semi-spherical shape.

Not long after.

An inverted bowl-shaped barrier that can cover the ears and eyes of ordinary people and conceal the traces of the magician's battle has been formed.

"Brother, the tent is up."

"Well, let's go."

"This battle may be more intense, so the tent is absolutely indispensable. "

He signaled Geto to let go of Naoko with his eyes.

Mirai took the lead and stepped into the hotel door.

Geto followed closely with excitement on his face.

Having not yet accepted the fact that he was about to participate in the battle, Naoko Ieiri tightly grasped the corner of Gojo Satoru's clothes and kept chanting to brainwash him.

"You must protect me well, T T"

"You must be ready to be "no limit" at any time, T T"

"You must not abandon me, just let me be your pendant, T T"

"You must not..."

"Master, stop chanting! "

A big "井" character special effect appeared on his forehead.

Gojo Satoru pulled Naoko through the door with a speechless face.

Hotel lobby.

The imagined strong resentment and soaring curse power did not appear.

The first thing that caught the eyes of several people.

Its huge dragon sculpture in the center of the lobby was more than ten feet long.

Each of its dragon scales seemed to be endowed with life veins and was very lifelike.

The ferocious posture of its fangs and claws was as daunting as the appearance of a real dragon!

At the first glance at this dragon sculpture.

Future instantly figured out the reason for the appearance of the "First-level Imaginary Curse Spirit·Rainbow Dragon".

"Curse spirit, also known as curse."

"It is a supernatural entity derived from the continuous accumulation of curse power derived from human negative emotions."

"And fear is the most common and easiest negative emotion of human beings for the birth of curse spirits."

"The lower the level of curse spirits, the more they like to gather in groups. "

"And the more powerful the cursed spirit is, the less likely it is that other weak cursed spirits will appear in the area it occupies."

Stepping onto the spiral staircase.

Mirai looked around.

At the same time, he taught two poor students who lacked common sense of curses and a weak student who lacked systematic study.