Yuta Okkotsu didn't answer. He didn't know what to do at this moment, and he didn't know if Rika was willing to lend him her power…
Just as he was in despair, he suddenly felt a hand grab his collar. He saw Maki Zenin, panting, and said: "Yuta, what are you…"
"Hi! Am I not too late? I've been meowing on the side for a long time in order to give this cursed spirit a C-section."
A familiar voice entered the ears of the two of them.
The originally somewhat dark space suddenly became brighter, and even the surprised roar of the cursed spirit was heard: "So… painful!!"
Yuuki?
The names instantly popped into their minds. Looking over upon hearing the voice, Yuuki was covered in blood at this moment, holding the naginata in his right hand, and the comma-shaped marks in his scarlet pupils were spinning rapidly.
"Didn't you run? Why… did you come back?"
Maki Zenin's tone was full of doubt. She didn't understand why someone who had clearly run away would come back at this moment.
"How can you call this running? This is called a tactical retreat. I won't abandon you guys. What do you think, do you want to marry me?"
The more Yuuki spoke, the more excited he became, completely ignoring the fact that the opening he had created behind him was slowly healing.
The other two also didn't notice this…
"Um…, the exit is healing."
The little boy's reminder echoed in the narrow space, and Yuuki shouted that it was bad.
When he turned around and wanted to break open a path, he discovered that the flesh walls had become exceptionally hard, and even a body strengthened by the system was difficult to cut through at this moment.
"…"
Damn it, he shouldn't have been showing off. Now he had locked himself inside as well.
Yuuki turned his head to look at the two people to the side, waved his hand with a helpless expression, and stuck the naginata into the ground, saying, "We can't get out. Let's wait for rescue."
"…"
Wasn't he just sending himself to his death…
The three people present were speechless. The wonderful savior had also been trapped in this place at this moment, wasting the feelings of anticipation of the three of them.
"Yuta, what is your dream? Why did you come to Jujutsu High? My dream is to survive, and then to heal others."
Faced with Yuuki's sudden question, Yuta Okkotsu looked depressed, and muttered to himself, I… don't want to hurt anyone anymore….
I once tried to lock myself up, and even wanted to disappear from this world.
But, when someone said that such a person would be too boring, I was speechless. I want to interact with others, I want to be needed. I want… the confidence to live on.
"That's pretty much the same as me."
Yuuki smiled slightly, grasped the naginata to the side, his pupils became even more scarlet, stood up, and shouted, Then exorcise it with me.
Don't you want to be needed? Then we need you at this moment, we need you to take us out. I need your power!
Yuta Okkotsu, looking at Yuuki holding the naginata and Maki Zenin, who was about to faint on the ground at this moment, his guilty expression gradually became firm.
He slowly took off the ring on his left hand, and said in a low voice, "Rika."
'What is it?'
Rika's gentle voice echoed in his mind.
"Please lend me your power. I want to protect them."
'Okay, as long as it's for you.'
Everything that Yuta was doing at this moment was in Yuuki's eyes, and also in his plan.
In order to prevent the powerful figure from becoming weak, and to frantically increase his favorability, he had put in a lot of effort.
In this life, one must not only live clearly, but also lie down openly. He should contribute when he should contribute, and he should slack off when he should slack off.
He had already completed the system mission, so fighting this cursed spirit to the death would be a thankless task.
As a majestic cursed energy appeared, Rika, who was hidden in the ring, completely revealed her true face at this moment.
Thick arms, sharp fangs, and thick braids like cables were intricately intertwined, and the texture of her power was perfectly displayed.
The power of a special grade was completely revealed. Rika directly punched a hole through the cursed spirit's abdomen with one punch, and then drilled out from within.
"Let's go."
Yuuki, looking at the unhealed hole, then closed the Sharingan.
Perhaps it was because he had activated it for too long, his eyes were exhausted at this moment, and warm teardrops flowed from the corners of his eyes, streaking across his cheeks.
The feeling of fatigue surged into his mind like a tide.
Although he wanted to sleep at this moment, if he fell down in this place, Yuta alone would not be able to take care of the four of them properly.
Rika was also in a state of berserk killing, so he absolutely couldn't fall down!
"Yuuki, are you okay?"
Yuta Okkotsu was carrying the unconscious Maki on his back at this moment, and holding the children he needed to rescue in his arms.
"I'm okay, let's go."
Yuuki took a deep breath, jumped down from the cursed spirit's abdomen, landed steadily on the balcony, dropped the weapon in his hand, and opened his arms to shout to Yuta above.
"Throw them down, I'll catch them."
"Okay."
Yuta Okkotsu looked at Yuuki below, his pupils constricted.
His cheeks had been streaked with red blood, and his eyes were still flowing at this moment, but he showed an indifferent attitude.
Even though he was about to give up, he was still concerned about others. Were they all fools?
Yuta Okkotsu pursed his lips, and tears welled up in his eyes. He knew that he was no longer alone.
"Come down quickly."
Yuuki, looking at Rika on the cursed spirit's body, who was attacking like a madman at this moment, and was occasionally making mocking sounds, suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and urged.
"Coming."
Yuta Okkotsu didn't abandon anyone on his body, but instead directly jumped onto the balcony.
Although the weight of the fall made it difficult for him to breathe, he couldn't add any more burden to Yuuki at this moment.
He was also very tired, and compared to him, he was the most relaxed.
Looking at Yuta, who had jumped down directly and hadn't fallen, Yuuki praised, "Not bad, let's hurry and leave before Rika notices this."
"Okay."
Yuta Okkotsu looked up at Rika, who was slaughtering the cursed spirit, and then led the three of them towards the ground floor.
Yuuki picked up the naginata on the ground, his eyes slightly tired. He was really too tired, his bones were about to fall apart. He had to persevere…
The two of them took heavy steps, moving little by little towards the end, the crazed laughter of Rika echoing in their ears:
"Rika likes red! Where's blue?!"
Gojo Satoru, who had been waiting for a long time outside the school gate, revealed a foolish smile at this moment, Hehehe…, truly amazing.
Is this the full extent of the Special-Grade Over Cursed Vengeful Spirit Rika Orimoto? What a terrifying woman.
"But…"
Gojo Satoru's expression suddenly became serious, and the scene of Yuuki holding the naginata and attacking the cursed spirit just now flashed back in his mind.
He could clearly feel that it was the first time he had wielded it, but the accuracy and ruthlessness of the attack were not lacking at all.
It was as if he had practiced it before, but his file wasn't like this. Could it be because of those eyes?
If that was the case, it would be extraordinary. He was really looking forward to whether this little guy could keep up with his pace in the future.
While he was thinking, Yuuki and Yuta Okkotsu had already broken through the barrier of the Veil and collapsed before him.
Looking at the two people who had worked so hard, Gojo Satoru said with a face full of relief, "Welcome back, you worked hard. Leave the rest to me."
Yuuki's consciousness was blurred at this moment.
He slowly raised his head to look at the tall Gojo Satoru before him, and said in a semi-joking tone, "Don't even think about getting me up today without 500,000 yen…"
"…"
Gojo Satoru was speechless. His greed for money was exactly the same as in the file.
But this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In general, greedy people are afraid of death, and as for him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was loyal and righteous.
He clearly could have run, but he still chose to kill his way back.
His eyes were bleeding, and the cursed energy in his body was basically exhausted.
Logically speaking, his mind and body were on the verge of collapse. He was able to persevere for so long under such double suppression.
It was already hard-won. People with strong hearts will not have too bad of a future, not to mention that he also possessed such strange eyes.
He could do so well in his first practical battle. His future was limitless.
"Let's take care of this first, otherwise it will be difficult to explain over there again. What a bunch of old things who are afraid of death."
After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he simply treated the wounds on everyone's bodies, and then picked up the phone and dialed a number, walking lightly towards the school.
The pain of life is temporary. Those who love to laugh generally hide their bleak side. What countless memories are intertwined with are childhood dreams and indelible memories.
Since he could remember things, his father would often beat and scold his mother because of his alcoholism. Finally, they divorced when he was five years old.
His mother wanted to start a new life and didn't choose to take him, and his father, who often beat and scolded him, became an indelible memory of his childhood.
The confusion when his mother left, the despair when he learned the truth, and the crazed laughter of his father.
Like a trilogy, they gradually outlined the memories that he wanted to forget, bit by bit.
A black world, a dim bonfire, familiar and fearful faces. Everything was so terrifying and bizarre.
Yuuki looked around with a terrified expression at this moment, and his hurried steps were trying to escape from here, constantly shouting in his mouth: "Wake up quickly, this is a dream, wake up quickly!"
As a wooden door suddenly appeared and slowly opened, a harsh sound was heard.
A child, dressed in rags, was sitting on a stool, constantly shouting, "I'm so hungry, it hurts so much, I want to eat something…"
Yuuki, looking at his former self, shouted with a collapsed expression:
"No! No! I don't want to, don't want to recall these things, this damned dream, let me go back!!"
"No! I don't want to!"
In his delirious ramblings, Yuuki suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, and looked around with a terrified expression.
Finding that he had escaped the dream at this moment, he collapsed on the headboard like a deflated balloon, and his mind was filled with thoughts.
He couldn't understand why the memories that he had forgotten for so many years would suddenly appear at this moment. Could it be because of the Sharingan?
It was said that the Sharingan evolved through strong hatred and extreme despair, but it didn't say that it would make the owner recall the despair hidden deep in his memories, right?
That was enough.
Yuuki, lying on the headboard, boredly opened the system panel and checked his attributes.
[Host: Yuuki]
[Cursed Energy: 400, Grade 3 Sorcerer]
[Physical Strength: 15]
[Eye Technique: One-Tomoe Sharingan]
[Ninjutsu: Not Learned]
[Taijutsu: Not Learned]
His physical strength had increased from 7 to 15, but there were no other changes. As for the points, let me see…
Opening the shop, the 0 in the upper right corner had now become 5.
Although it seemed like there was a change, it was the same as having nothing…
Even the cheapest Three Basic Techniques required 50 points. How long would it take him to save up for one?
Wait… What's this?
A large roulette had appeared in the originally empty upper left corner.
The dazzling lights attracted people's curiosity and made them want to click on it.
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