Damn it, I have a pair of Sharingan eyes

Infinite deaths, infinite rebirths, similar to this kind of never-ending torture, finally came to an end after a crisp snap of the fingers after an unknown amount of time.

"Well, it looks like the brain hasn't exploded yet, it's good, it's really a good seedling.

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded beside him as if nothing had happened, but this made Mizuzuki Soichiro, who was caught off guard, startled, and almost stumbled to the ground.

Looking at the Gojo Satoru in front of him, who had returned to the state of bandage and eyes, Mizuzuki Soichiro took a few steps back without a trace, the pain brought to him by the immeasurable void was too real, surpassing all the illusions he had mastered, because the former was not an illusion at all, but reality.

The real thing is always more shocking than the fake.

"Haha... Hahaha...", Ichiro Mizuki smiled dryly, and after looking at the traces around him without a trace, he found that he had actually arrived at the door of the house.

"Gojo... Sir, are you sending me home?", Kuichiro Mizuzuki asked tentatively.

"That's right.

"But, didn't we say yes? If I lose, you will take me back to your school, isn't that good?", I don't know why, obviously as a loser, but the situation of not being fulfilled made Mizuki Soichiro very anxious and eager, after all, from the bottom of his heart, he himself has no interest in inheriting the family business, he just wants to be surrounded by a group of friends with the same strength, constantly polishing himself, improving himself.

"Well, about this... I thought about it for a while, and sure enough, I still can't help it. Gojo Satoru smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders, making a helpless expression.

"If your family were an ordinary family doing a small business in Tokyo, I would have forced it without your consent, there is no doubt about it, but as soon as the old people above me heard that it was you, the only future heir of the Suiyue family, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak, and they refused to agree to your enrollment in any language, and forced me to send you home intact, and I thought about it myself, indeed, although you are talented, but the spell world is not indispensable to you, but your family, it seems that there is a rule for passing on men and not womenYou are the only child in the family, if you are missing, your parents must not go crazy?""

But..."

"Alas, although I am also sorry, but that's it, bye!".

Mizuki Kuichiro still wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't even say a simple word, and the heavy prosperity gave him a beauty that ordinary people could not achieve in his life, but at the same time, it was also the strongest shackles, just like the bonds that spellcasters contracted with each other, once they enjoyed the good, they must bear the price.

Satoru Gojo no longer gave Mizuzuki Soichiro a chance to speak the lotus flower, and after a hurricane erupted from heaven to earth, he disappeared into the distance of the sky at a speed that surpassed the sound.

"What's the matter, beat me, and didn't fulfill his promise, and I was beaten for nothing. "

Mizuki Kuichiro's steps are difficult, the insoles on the soles of his feet seem to be made of thousands of pounds of lead stone, a few meters behind, the iron ring wooden door carved with tengu and yaksha, connected to the hundreds of meters high and solid Qinggang rock courtyard wall, and behind that high wall, is the home where Mizuzuki Kuichiro has lived for more than ten years.

Knock knock -

Mizuki Koichiro knocked on the knocker in the lion's mouth, and the gold and iron collided and made a grinding sound, and after a while, an old man with white eyebrows and an extremely kind face opened the door.

......

Tokyo, High School of Spells.

"I heard Principal Nightmoth say, you turned the young master of the Suiyue family back?" In

the corridor outside the office, Satoru Gojo walked side by side with a slender figure and a feminine and beautiful appearance, as if to find a topic, the woman threw out this question.

"I didn't quite turn back, I just sent him home.

"It's a request from the top, right? I feel that if you can take a fancy to it, it shouldn't be easily swayed."

"That's right, it's what the higher-ups demanded, saying that he must be sent back intact, you know, the biggest characteristic of my person is to abide by the rules, oops, no way."

When the woman heard this, her thin lips curled slightly, and she smiled lightly: "Gojo, you are a guy who can't afford to make a profit, can you really let him go so easily? No, probably not? Did the high-level promise you something to let you go."

"Hahaha, you're still smart, you can't hide it. Gojo Satoru was not ashamed of the lie being revealed, but as if someone else had discovered some merit, he looked proud and said, "You should know about

the incident, right?"

"I looked at the spell report handed me through the window, and it was quite a trouble."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that the boy who was cursed by the curse of the curse must die, he himself is kind!"

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, hey, so I negotiated a condition with the guys, and exchanged one boy for another, although it was only a reprieve, but I wanted to try to see if I could lift the curse on Yuta's back and give him a new lease of life in this limited time." "

Being cursed by a super-grade cursed resentful spirit is actually no less than entering the terminal stage of cancer, which can be described as certain death, and even the latter's situation is slightly better than the former, at least the latter will not harm family and friends before entering the grave, while the former is cursing everything around him all the time.

If it were replaced by another spell master and wanted to take over this matter, Ichiri would only be one more fool who didn't know the height of the sky, but on the contrary, the man standing beside him now, every paragraph he said, had the ability to fulfill, anyway, the impossible was turned into a possibility, in the eyes of Izuri Glass, Gojo Satoru was not the first time to do it.

"So, are you going to let Yuta lift the curse at the High School?"

"Yes, and... I have a hunch, not only Worry, but even Shuiyue-kun, I have to take it away together, don't even think about running away! Hehehehe..."

"Why do you sound like you're taking over the harem? It's disgusting, and besides, haven't you made a [bondage] with the higher-ups about this? Do you want to disobey? That price is estimated to be very large. The

two walked to the end of the corridor, and as far as the eye could see, the forest sea was vast, the mountains were stacked, and the wind with the faint fragrance of green leaves and summer flowers was blowing slowly, lifting the long hair hanging down from the two.

"I don't intend to force others to enroll in school against the [bondage] I have contracted, after all, it is not allowed legally speaking. Gojo Goma rubbed his chin, but suddenly laughed wickedly: "But the question is~ If, I mean, what if, Mizugetsu-kun himself begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother that he must come? Then, this doesn't mean that I violated the [bondage], right? After all, the [bondage] I concluded was a promise not to interfere with any choice in the future of his life, not to absolutely prohibit him from entering the high school of spells." "

Ahh This. Iiri was stunned, Gojo Satoru was not just a loophole in language logic, but more importantly, he seized the loophole in the existence of [bondage], indeed, he only promised not to interfere with the life chosen by Soichiro Mizuzuki, but if it was the other party's wishful thinking, then he could only reluctantly accept him and contribute to the spell world.

"Are you so sure that he will come? If you don't do it, you must come to us and work for people who don't know everything? If the consciousness of the rich people in our country is so high, how can it be that the population has been negative for so many years?"

"Not sure, but... I'm sure he'll come. "

Tokyo, Chiyoda-ku, Mizugetsu house.

"Whew... What!? me... I didn't listen to the split!?", at the dinner table, in front of his three uncles and his father, as well as a large group of people who are actually in charge of maintaining the family operation, he shouted loudly regardless of his demeanor: "Old... Dad...... You, do you really agree!?do you really agree with me to transfer to another school on my own!?don't you want to study abroad?".