The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Chapter 95

Sure enough, what Nakama Lisha said was not all the truth.

At least there is not only one way to undo this spell, Sasuke thought.

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the woman's body outside, and she was convulsing and trying to curl her body up under Susano's palm, the domain was also a little unstable, and it was about to shatter.

Even if this technique takes a shortcut and uses his and Gojo Satoru's own power, the construction of the technique itself must require the participation of the performer.Even after they enter the illusion, the power that supports the operation of the illusion becomes the mantra of the trapped person, and the power of Risa Nakama is still needed in the middle—she should be like a converter, and part of the absorbed mana will return to herself. The other part will automatically flow to the spell, so the body will also be affected by spells of different natures.

His chakra has been continuously and slowly draining since entering the illusion, and disappeared into the body along an unknown channel, probably flowing into Nakama Risa's body.

Sasuke stared at Gojo Satoru, watching the sound of gurgling bubbles coming out of his throat, the corners of his mouth covered with pale pink blood froth, his breathing continued to be weak until it disappeared completely, and then at a certain moment he suddenly gasped, his eyes opened suddenly, and his eyelashes opened. Beads of blood slid from the corners of his eyes, like tears, leaving a light red mark on his cheeks.

The young conjurer suddenly grinned, but his light blue eyes were still empty, looking directly at the unknown end through Sasuke's strange-colored pupils.

Looks like a lunatic, but also like a god.

And human capabilities are limited.

He withdrew his hands that were not stained with blood at all, and watched Wujo Satoru float up calmly, the wound on his neck had completely disappeared, and his shirt was still dripping with blood.

When the sun is midday, it will be dire, when the moon is full, it will lose money, and when the water is full, it will be full.

As long as there is enough chakra, the opponent will always be unable to bear it, and the illusion should be forced to dissolve.

Sasuke restrained his chakra, left behind the conjurer holding the black-haired girl, and left this memory.

He saw the white-haired conjurer wearing a blindfold leaning against a familiar door, with his head lowered calmly, and there was no one around him.

"...Then let him perform all the tasks by himself?"

-

Wujo Satoru was not in a hurry to break free from this illusion.

He could tell at a glance that Risa Nakama's technique was not an ordinary physical attack, and the small bubbles did not cause any damage when they touched his body.

Moreover, Sasuke should have a high resistance to this kind of spiritual art - at least Gojo Satoru thinks that Sharingan is many times more powerful than Nakama Risa's art. Even if those bubbles cannot be blocked, there should be no major problems. So he boldly allowed himself to sink in.

When he was alone, he had to think about a lot of things, and he couldn't look too much at such interesting spells. He had to either use the domain or directly knock people out. Most of the time, he could only choose a relatively safe solution.

Even so, there are still many people who feel that he is always messing around.He's clearly restrained.

The white-haired man opened his eyes.

His icy blue eyes scanned the surrounding environment carefully: no matter how he looked at it, he was stepping on the square in front of the high school, and a corner of the sculpture in the center of the fountain was broken, which can be seen at a glance It’s just that it’s different from real life, the square is not surrounded by empty roads and mountains, but a deep forest that can’t be seen as far as the eye can see.

The ability of the six eyes has not disappeared, so in Gojo's eyes, there are magic spells woven everywhere in this space: his spell power, Nakama Risa's power, and a little bit of Sasuke's chakra.

Although I don't know what the "correct way to leave" is, as long as I search patiently, I can always find the flaws in this illusion, and the worst is to destroy it violently.

Gojo Satoru confirmed that he could go out at any time, chose a direction with great interest, and walked into the forest humming a little tune.

……

"What is this? A movie?" The white-haired man looked at the scene in front of him, raised his eyebrows and complained. "Wow, I'm too miserable."

He reached out and wiped the blood on his face when he was a teenager, and found that it didn't seem to be useful, so he straightened up and prepared to leave-this place seemed to be just an ordinary memory, and there was nothing special about it.

"Forget it, I've already taken my revenge~"

But as he walked, the corners of his mouth curled down.

"Why is it all my own memory?" Gojo Satoru tried to kick the stone away from his feet, but the toe of his shoe pierced through the gravel, obviously it couldn't change the things in the memory, "There must be something different something!"

Should be something different, right?

If it weren't for the fact that the spell might let him know about Sasuke's past, he would have broken free a long time ago.

——When seeing the first memory, Gojo Satoru realized what Nakama Risa's technique was probably.It is probably to extract information from one's own magic power, which in turn traps people in it. It is not lethal, but it is a headache.

The memories he saw were all things that impressed him deeply. He couldn't say whether he was happy or unhappy, but they had a certain impact on him.

If I could see Sasuke's memory, it would probably be something similar.

Strict order, cold family, gentle brother and so on.Otherwise, Sasuke wouldn't have such a personality of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and still caring so much about his brother.

Sasuke also said that he didn't care that Gojo Satoru knew about his past. Now that the curse teacher gave him such a big gift, Sasuke's chakra has also penetrated into this illusion, and it is constantly increasing as time goes by. , he should be able to understand the memory of the other party.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru saw a different entrance.

A vortex almost entirely made up of dark purple chakra that is very similar to the curse power, staring coldly at the white-haired conjurer like the black-haired boy's reincarnation eyes that are always blocked behind the hair.

"...Wow," Gojo Satoru sighed softly, "Can it still be like this?"

People who can use illusion are different. Chakra's own mental power can open up a small space by itself.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that his eyes dimmed, and finally entered the boy's memory.

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Dark red sky, crimson eyes, bright red blood.

Crows soared from the rooftops with a strange cry, and the sound of their wings beating was deafening in the empty streets.

Hands up and down, hands up and down, hands up and down.

The ninja wearing the animal mask has a thin body, and every movement is extremely precise. In the blink of an eye, he is the only living person left on the street.

Then he looked up at the moonlight, took off the mask, and wiped the blood splashed on his face along the gap of the mask with his sleeve.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide.

It was a face that was equally beautiful, youthful, and extremely similar to Sasuke Uchiha.

A ninja with long hair tied back entered a house.

From the moment he stepped on the floor, his whole body began to tremble, but he quickly restrained himself.

This was different from what he thought, Gojo Satoru subconsciously pursed his lips, and tightened his fingers slightly in his pockets.

——Then the ninja left the room in tears, squatting quietly on top of a lonely telephone pole by the roadside, staring at the boy running from a distance.

"What are you doing, brother?" Uchiha Sasuke's face was pale, like a frightened young deer, dizzy by the sight in front of him, trying to curl up in the arms of the predator.

His elder brother closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"His" eyes were blood red.

Gojo Satoru heard the boy's delicate and painful cry.

"Hate me..." The long-haired ninja turned around, the long knife behind his back seemed to almost crush him, his knuckles tightened and turned white on his side.

Does it make sense?

"And come to me with eyes like mine.*"

Those crimson eyes shone as cold and crystal clear as sea water under the moonlight.

Does this desperate, desperate love make sense?

Gojo Satoru watched his fingertips pass through Sasuke's hair in vain again, closed his eyes, and sighed very lightly.

Suddenly he opened his eyes again.

Those scenes just now disappeared in an instant.

He now seemed to be standing in a dry, cold underground cave, with stalactites hanging from the top of his head, and a torch not far away provided the few lights.

In addition to Wujo Satoru, the bystander, there were three other people not far away.

Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, and a half-human half-snake guy.

The young Sasuke looked at another person walking towards him staggeringly with a dazed expression.

It looked exactly the same as when Gojo Satoru saw him for the first time, the hostility in his expression hadn't completely dissipated, but he didn't look as embarrassed as when they first met.

"...You can never forgive me," Uchiha Itachi, with a pale complexion, cracks on his face, and scattered debris on his body, stretched out his hand to Sasuke with difficulty, and smiled softly, "...I will always love you deeply looking at you.*”

He held the back of the boy's head and pressed it against Sasuke's forehead, and then his body instantly disintegrated into mud and dust, and his soul exuded a soft light, gradually dissipating into the air.

……

If it was any other scene, Gojo Satoru would probably have the mood to sigh. It turns out that the soul looks like this, and the ninjutsu of "playing with the soul" that Sasuke said is so powerful.

——Whether it is from the body that does not resemble a living person, the black eyes, or the strange corpse that fell to the ground after the body disintegrated, it can be seen that Uchiha Itachi is dead, and now he is only relying on the same method as the spirit of the spirit. Ninjutsu regained consciousness.

But he's not in that mood right now.He didn't even have an impression of the nodes that could be attacked in this illusion.

Gojo Satoru doesn't know how Uchiha Itachi died, and he doesn't know what Sasuke has experienced from his childhood to the present for nearly ten years.

But just this memory, Gojo Satoru has already realized how heavy the feelings of the Uchiha clan are.

He didn't know whether he should continue or not.

The young ninja stared at the place where Itachi Uchiha disappeared, and turned his head in the direction of Gojo Satoru after a long time, his expression seemed somewhat relieved.

Gojo Satoru involuntarily held his breath.

But he didn't move when Sasuke walked over, allowing the other person to bump into his body——

It's as if you can pretend to give each other a hug in this way.

The moment the white-haired conjurer and the black-haired ninja touched each other, the surrounding environment changed again.

Still in the same pose.

Uchiha Sasuke leaned against the tall stone wall, staring in horror at Uchiha Itachi who was staggering towards him.

……

Uchiha Itachi smiled at Uchiha Sasuke and said, "Sorry, this is the last time."

Uchiha Itachi walked on the road with Uchiha Sasuke on his back, teaching him how to use a shuriken.

Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke lay together under the starry sky.

Uchiha Itachi.

Ferret.

brother.

Gojo Satoru stood there motionless, allowing the scene around him to fluctuate from time to time.

He looked at the small bright red stone in his palm and smiled helplessly.

It's a little bit worse now.