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"Where’s Yaga-sensei?" said Geto, who was looking at his watch for the fifth time.
And it’s true that being almost twenty minutes late isn’t his style, he’s never been late at all, he’s always been punctual, and he tried to instill it in us, although it didn’t work. But the sixth feeling was that if Yaga was late, it was clearly a difficult situation.
Satoru took a deep breath and fell to the desk, putting his hands under his head. Now in the classroom quietly and quietly, all his friends were doing their business.
He looked towards Yuuji, the boy had not spoken to him since the morning, but now he turned his head to look out the window and seemed to be watching birds playing on a tree branch, but it was only by looking into those eyes that one could see that he had long since passed out and was thinking of something different. The look was heavy, you might say blank, the scars on his face had long lingered, did not make the picture better, Ishikawa in all three years of acquaintance never told where he got these scars, he never told much about himself. Gojo only knows that he was from Sendai and that his parents died in a car accident and his mother was an unregistered user of curses, his past covered with a thick cloud of mystery that he himself did not want to reveal, But every time I look at him, I want to know what the boy went through, which at seventeen looks like a man who’s seen the end of life and death.
The pink-haired man was no doubt strong, his blows could even touch the soul, and to punch through the wall without using the damned energy, it was easy for the wizard to spit, he never showed much of his damned technique, it remains the number one question in the discussion to this day. Some believe that Yuuji has no technique at all, but this is obvious nonsense, as he simply would not have been admitted to the college if there were no other reason.
He learned about Ishikawa’s beats during a battle with a special-level curse - Kenjiaku, which happened in the second year of their training, then Yuji already knew him, which he hastened to tell when the battle began.
"How do you only know her," asked Satoru, preparing to attack. They had been fighting for ten minutes with a woman who had the technique of changing the gravity around her, with short black hair and a long scar on her forehead.
"We met in captivity," said Yuuji briefly, fighting the spirit almost without stopping, putting as much cursed force as possible into his blows, perhaps these two had some unpleasant history, But the little pink-haired boy tried his best not to lose control of the situation and not to spill too much. There was an imaginary calm expression on his face, but it was seen his eyelids trembling, his hands folding into fists so tightly that fingernails left wounds on his palms, and at the bottom of his eyes raging fury mingled with a quiet grief, he was ready to break the curse into thousands of pieces. Satoru shuddered. This was the look he saw in the eyes of his uncle, who could not protect his son from the clan and his boy was executed in front of him, and he could not even speak against it, it was hard to see again.
"I’ll believe you this time, but when we beat him, you’ll tell me what you have in common, or else I’ll kick your ass a jerk," said Gojo and ran towards the curse. Other sorcerers soon arrived and the battle lasted about two hours. During this time, a quarter of the veiled forest was destroyed, and four second-level magicians were killed, but Kendziaku was defeated and the battle was over. Yuuji disappeared from the scene and returned only in the dead of night smelling of bloody blood, apparently someone had bad luck getting caught in the middle of it.
Yuuji never told me why he fought so hard with the curse and where he went later.
Ishikawa was always a little strange: he kept his distance from his outstretched hand, refused to go shopping together, took walks in the evening city and did not participate in their life outside the technical school, The only thing they could do together was watch movies from the Six-Eyed Collection, Yuuji knew a lot about them and often commented on the scene on the screen, the boy could not stand spoilers often silencing Satoru in the middle of a conversation, it was funny. Went on missions mostly alone, often took them from others, but no one but politely smiled back at him except Satoru, he just looked at him like a fool, who would ever want to work for someone else and one? Yuji was excessively kind, but to see his wide smile or long laughter was possible only on holidays became a festive day and he was wrapped in the calendar, could cook especially meatballs, most often prepared a variety of sweets and fed them to all students of senior or junior courses, for classmates prepared mostly buns, was frankly stupid and often asked children’s questions, but constantly knew everything. Sometimes it was scary that a man who’d never seen you would say something like, "Why go to Shoko? Just use the reverse cursed technique," he said so confidently, as if he knew he had it, but that confidence didn’t help Gojo any more. No matter how many times his girlfriend explained her strange principle to him, he always left with nothing.
Heavy footsteps in the corridor forced Satora to look away from the boy and turn towards the door, it opened very slowly, behind her as expected, Yaga stood, quickly inspecting the classroom and stopping his eyes at Yuuji.
"Ishikawa, the sensei said sharply, "come with me, you’re expected". Yuuji shuddered as he stood up to the door, but never got out. The pinkish-haired measurement right in front of the step, looking at something outside the classroom, seemed to be where the human was standing and seems to be important enough for Ishikawa.
"Hello, long time no see, Itadori," said someone. Yuuji standing there, crying and crying in front of him: "You call me by my last name again, I thought it was in past ha ha ha, Ishikawa answered in a trembling voice. The Yaga moved away from the door and let him pass, the pink-haired man stepped over the step without a thought and disappeared behind the wall. The Sensei never entered the office, seemingly watching the scene unfolded out of sight by Satoru. The first who dared to stand and approach the door was Shoko, who went out and stood beside Yaga, followed by two other disciples.
At first glance, this scene looks too dramatic: Yuuji grabbed into his bear hug some boy with black hair like a sea urchin, and cried to him in a black college uniform, later he learned his name was Fushiguro Megumi, A boy with ten shadows, but at the time, it was weird. The black-haired man also hugged him back and tapped him on the back: "I don’t think Kugisaki will forgive me, she wanted to see you first," the boy grinned, Yuuji squeezed him harder: "Is she alive?" "Of course she couldn’t get here, but she’s waiting for us in another time," said Megumi, slightly covering her eyes. Yuuji finally broke away from him holding the boy’s shoulders, looked back to see the audience.
"I’m sorry I lied to you for so long," he said, his eyes were red and there was hope in them.
"It’s okay, I heard it from your teacher, and I kind of have to thank you, but I have to say it was too risky". Yuuji’s eyes lit up even more; he turned back, looking at Fushiguro with a mute question, nodding.
On command, a tall man in black uniforms came out into the hallway with a blindfold and gray hair. Within a few small steps, the white-haired man approached the group.
"You should have seen Yuuji-kun’s face, I thought you’d be jumping for joy, not crying," he said in a cheerful voice and became the second victim of a hug. The man laughed, "You know, at this rate, you’ll break even my ribs, not to mention Megumi and Nobara, even Shoko couldn’t fix them. You’ve gotten stronger," he said.
"You haven’t changed a bit, Gojo-sensei," chuckled Yuji.
No one expected this, though to no avail, the man was his own counterpart, only an adult. Satoru glanced at his friends, who were as confused as he was, and then looked down at Yaga.
"I’ll explain it to you later," said the man despite them.
Suddenly from the group ahead of them began to radiate white. "I think it’s time, Tengen said he couldn’t hold the effect for too long," said the man, turning his head towards their sensei to nod improvised farewell before they dissolved into the glow.