The bearer of ghosts and gods who return the spell

emmmm, I said a lot of digressions and returned to the work itself.

In terms of the ending, there were a few alternatives, but in the end I chose the current one.

During the period when Akumi's publication was on hiatus, I have been thinking about a question.

Whether the curse born from negative emotions will disappear has been a matter of concern for a long time.

Until one day, I suddenly saw a big boss saying that the word "hui" in spells to fight back, doesn't it mean a cycle?

Hence this last volume.

The spell... probably will never end.

I think that even if the current people such as Knotweed, Fushiguro, Gojo, Kugizaki and others will eventually meet their own ends, there will always be latecomers who will follow a similar path to them again, maybe in another thousand years.

Soma Josuke's story is over, or it's a new beginning.

Then, I saw some readers asking if there would be any extras.

If you have any good inspiration, I will definitely send it to you.

There is also the issue of new books.

I haven’t decided yet what I will write next, but I will probably continue writing anyway.

Hmm... I still have a lot to say, but if I continue like this I will be charged (laughs).

Finally, thank you all for watching my babbling here.

Thank you again for your company!

thank you very much!

Extra: 20 years in the past and future

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

The hot weather is finally showing signs of cooling down.

As the saying goes, fire flows in July and clothes are given in September.

But judging from the current situation, maybe changing it to September Flowing Fire is about the same.

Most of the people on the streets of Ukyo Ward are still dressed in summer clothes.

At this time, a white-haired boy wearing a school uniform was walking out of Sakuragao's gate.

The young man was dressed neatly, his pale hands were carefully holding the schoolbag strap on his shoulders, and his eyes were fixed on the ground three meters in front of him. He did not look like the kind of person who was tired of club activities and left school early. Special students.

Souma Josuke felt that he was out of tune with the laughing and noisy students around him, as if he was in two different worlds.

"It's getting colder."

When he stepped out of the school gate, he once again felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, and the coldness was also a bit more.

With the advent of autumn, the feeling of coldness becomes more and more obvious, and even wearing more clothes does not improve it at all.

If you observe carefully, you can find that Soma Josuke's body is trembling gently every moment. This is the body's involuntary response to the trembling from his soul.

The journey home from school was not long, but he always felt that it was more time-consuming than the 1500-meter long-distance run he was forced to participate in.

Especially today.

The sky quickly darkened, and Souma Josuke finally felt something was wrong. He seemed to be standing still.

"If it's any later, I won't be able to make dinner for Yui in time."

"Go home quickly."

"Is it the rumored ghost hitting the wall?"

"No, no, no, how can anyone come out to work during the day?"

"How can we explain the current situation?"

Soma Josuke stopped and seemed to be talking to himself or to someone.

He stood and thought for a while, then took out a newly purchased EVA pen from his school bag, and drew a cross on the rough ground without any concern.

Then, he held the somewhat worn pen in his hand and walked towards home again.

He didn't know if it was because of the pen, but he soon saw the house number of his house, and the sky was a little brighter than before.

"It's a little weird."

Entering the quiet and deserted living room, Soma Josuke started cooking dinner as usual, seemingly not at all frightened by what had just happened.

In his mind, whether Yui can eat on time may be more important.

Night has completely fallen, and although the chirping of cicadas is not as intensive as in summer, you can still hear a few in twos and threes, which is normal.

In front of his only relative, Soma Josuke didn't show any signs of being strange.

Until I lay alone on the bed in my room at night.

This was the first time he had insomnia since entering high school.

Although I have been feeling cold these past few days, when I get home, the warm quilt always dispels a lot of the chill.

However, today is a little special.

He was very cold, although not so cold that it was difficult to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, there was an inexplicable force that prevented him from falling asleep.

"What terrible things will happen if you fall asleep?"

......

Souma Josuke used various methods to hold on for three days like this, but now he couldn't hold on any longer.

A long period of sleep deprivation left his body in an extremely tired state.

It was time for school to end again, and he took the road home again despite his exhaustion. This was already the third time that a "ghost against the wall" situation had occurred.

As usual, he held the pen in his hand again, but this time, making the sign of the cross seemed to have no effect as before.

Soma Josuke stared blankly at the ground three meters in front of him, "These are the three crosses I drew before..."

The wind around him seemed to be stronger, and he felt even colder, so cold that he had hallucinations.

A huge shadow was rushing towards him.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

......

In the chaotic darkness, two voices seemed to be speaking.

"Satoru, how on earth did you know there was a fish that slipped through the net?"

"If I say I feel it, would you believe it?"

"Feeling? If I could feel it, I wouldn't have missed this one in the last sweep."

"Okay, the teacher asked me to pay attention here at this time, and I met this guy."

"Teacher...that makes sense."

"Hey, how does that make sense? It's weird that a middle-aged man without magic power can sense a magic spirit that even we can't sense!"

"If the teacher knew that you said he was middle-aged, he would definitely get beaten again."

"He can beat me? I'm the strongest!"

"Yes, yes, among those with magical powers, you are indeed the strongest."

"you!"

Under the increasing volume of the two people, Soma Josuke opened his eyes.

Unfamiliar white ceiling.

Beside the bed, a man with white hair and blindfolded eyes was talking to a man with a half-cropped hair, um... or you could say they were arguing.

"He's awake."

Gojo Satoru changed the topic, as if he didn't want to dwell on the issue of beating and being beaten for too long.

"Where am I and who are you?"

This is a fairly normal reaction for a normal person to meet a stranger in a strange environment.

"Well, it seems that my brain is not broken yet." Gojo Satoru looked at him thoughtfully.

In fact, because Gojo Satoru went to buy desserts on the way, the battle had already come to an end when he arrived at the scene.

The second-level cursed spirit had been beaten to the ground by the young man and almost collapsed. However, the young man himself was also in a state of dissociated consciousness. If Gojou Satoru hadn't taken action in the end, the young man might also have been struck by the cursed spirit.

If the cursed spirit that is about to die takes advantage of it, it will probably die slowly...

"You're lucky to be able to unleash your magic in that situation."

"Next, you have to make a choice, a choice that may change your destiny."

......

After figuring out what happened to him, Souma Josuke followed Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie to a secluded courtyard.

"Jie, why are you always following me?"

"I'm not following you, it's just that I haven't seen the teacher and the master's wife for a long time. If I don't come, I'm afraid they will be repaired again the next time we meet."

"I always feel like the teacher likes to beat people up."

Gojo Satoru's expression suddenly turned ugly, "I've been coming here all this time, but I never see that old guy letting me go."

Xia Youjie suddenly wanted to laugh, "You haven't given up yet. I'm afraid you'll never get back that beating in your childhood."

"If it had only been that time when I was a kid, I wouldn't have come to see him. Ever since he became a teacher in a high school, there has never been a day when he didn't beat me, especially me!"

"Ha ha--"

Souma Josuke looked at the two people talking and laughing in front of him and remained silent.

In his opinion, these two people should be very good friends, but they seemed different from the friends he had seen in school before.

Just when he was lost in thought, Xia Youjie suddenly thought of something and turned around, "Josuke, speaking of which, your name is surprisingly similar to the teacher's."