When the folks at Tokyo Jujutsu High heard that Gojo Satoru was planning to go on a “date” with Yuan Shanxiao, their first reaction was—

“These two are off to torture each other again.”

But the Jujutsu sorcerers were also quite curious about who would end up torturing whom more.

So much so that Maki and others secretly started a betting pool.

“Since it was Satoru who suggested it, he must be up to no good.”

Panda, with a paw, pushed chips into the circle marked “Gojo Satoru.”

“Salmon.”

It didn’t make sense, but Inumaki held two chips and pushed them towards the circles marked “Yuan Shanxiao” and “Gojo Satoru.”

“Well, I don’t think Yuan would be at a disadvantage, though he looks timid, he’s pretty opinionated.”

Zen’in Maki said, placing her chips on the circle for “Yuan Shanxiao.”

Yuta Okkotsu, just back from a mission and caught up in the betting game under his classmates’ encouragement, pondered seriously, “If teacher Gojo plans to go on a date, and it’s at an amusement park, it might be a disadvantage for classmate Yuan.”

In some ways understanding his friend Yuan Shanxiao, Yuta Okkotsu stroked his chin, thinking, “In such a situation, Yuan would probably feel uncomfortable, especially with teacher Gojo—”

“Hmm?”

Yuta Okkotsu was interrupted mid-sentence by a familiar voice from the door, looking up in surprise while the classmates behind him quickly hid the betting table.

“Did you call me?”

The tall teacher leaned against the door frame, silhouetted against the light, making it hard to see his face clearly until the sunlight dimmed as the door closed slowly. Gojo Satoru’s figure then became clear in Yuta Okkotsu’s tensing pupils.

“Especially teacher Gojo—” The silver-haired young man repeated Yuta Okkotsu’s earlier words, straightening up and walking over with his hands in his pockets.

“Especially teacher Gojo—how?”

Yuta Okkotsu: …

Yuta Okkotsu eyed the figure in front of him wearing a dark suit, floral shirt, eye mask, and hairspray, styled so perfectly he could seamlessly walk into a YSL runway show.

The somewhat formal and exaggerated look felt like something out of a runway show, but on him, it simply accentuated his casual and suppressed charisma as a Jujutsu sorcerer. The neatly tailored lines at his waist, the top two buttons undone revealing his collarbone, and the veins slightly standing out on his hand against his pale skin highlighted by the jeweled cufflinks. Not to mention his strikingly styled white hair and the crisp sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground; just standing there casually made his extraordinary stature and height breathtaking.

Yuta Okkotsu: …

Yuta Okkotsu thought about his friend Yuan, whose ensemble, cobbled together by the generous donations of their peers, cost no more than 5000 yen in total, with hair always somewhat messily covering his eyes and a slouch as if he was ready to drop dead at any moment.

Yuta Okkotsu: …

Bad. He felt a pang of danger.

“If teacher wore sunglasses, it would be even better—”

“Eh, eh—would sunglasses be better? I thought masks were—”

“Not that.” Yuta Okkotsu shook his head calmly.

He just thought if Gojo wore sunglasses, Yuan might tremblingly try to take them off to cover his eyes—

Yuta Okkotsu calmly covered his nearly blinded eyes.

Silently mourning for his timid friend.

Don’t die—

No.

Good luck, Yuan.

————

Yuan Shanxiao stepped out of the dorm and immediately wanted to die upon seeing Gojo Satoru.

It’s hard to describe his feelings when he first pushed open the door and saw a figure shining so brightly it seemed to explode—

In the overwhelming brightness, his crumpled shirt, sleep-mussed hair that refused to stay down, and his listless face seemed to fade away and disappear.

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Yuan Shanxiao silently looked down at his cola-stained, wrinkled shirt sleeve and then at the smooth, glowing fabric of the young man’s sleeve opposite him, each button shimmering more brilliantly than his entire life.

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Did he time travel?

Then why didn’t he die?

Yuan Shanxiao closed the door.

————

“Hey—it’s nine o’clock already—we agreed to go to the amusement park today, didn’t we? Teacher Gojo was up at six, you know?”

The door was repeatedly tapped on. Yuan Shanxiao was leaning against it as if there was a horror movie beast behind it, shivering with each vibration. He grimaced painfully, hunched over and covering his face.

Wasn’t agreeing to leave at nine meant to sleep until 8:59?

Surely no one would get up at six to iron clothes, do their hair, polish their shoes, then have a refined breakfast before coming to find him, right?

Gojo Satoru, who had been up since six ironing his shirt, polishing his shoes, styling his hair with hairspray, and healthily exercising before eating a nutritious meal and finishing a dessert on his way to Jujutsu High: “So—are we going out or not—”

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Yuan Shanxiao closed his eyes in pain, moaning, “Does teacher Gojo really have to go out like this?”

Already an outstandingly handsome guy, now radiating an overwhelming, almost enviable presence. Yuan could already imagine walking beside him.

Strangers looking at him would think of a horror movie protagonist who had just escaped a massacre.

Strangers looking at Gojo next to him would think of the protagonist from “The Great XXX.”

Yuan had the kind of disease where he felt he’d die if someone looked at him too much; others’ gazes felt like they could poke holes in him, turning him from a paper-thin person into air.

And Gojo seemed like the kind of person who, even if bombarded with flashes from cameras, would adapt perfectly—more than that, with him around, the focus would be as intense as at a news conference.

“Hmm? What’s the problem?”

Alright, got it, teacher, you’re always handsome, and a little more dressing up makes you even more so.

Alright, isn’t it just going to the amusement park with a super handsome guy who shines like a lightbulb wherever he goes?

Gojo wouldn’t feel embarrassed; certainly, it’s aimed at making him embarrassed, right?

Would he feel embarrassed? Would he be nervous?

His emotions seem very stable, not a bit—

Behind the door, Gojo Satoru watched the new Cursed Tool in his hand measuring emotional Curse energy stability.

“…It’s definitely going to max out.”

“Thank goodness I scavenged a hundred from that old geezer.”

Gojo looked at the motionless door and the shattered emotional measuring device in his hand.

“A hundred should be enough—”

…Enough?

————

“…Teacher Gojo, please wait a moment, I haven’t changed yet. Let me get dressed, and we’ll head out.”

Behind the door, after a long silence, the young man’s voice finally came through.

Good news, his tone sounded very stable, showing no signs of trouble.

Bad news, not showing signs of trouble was the biggest trouble—

Gojo Satoru unconsciously clenched the emotional Curse energy measuring device in his hand—it was a device resembling a thermometer, capable of measuring the emotional Curse energy fluctuations of the nearest several lifeforms. As long as Gojo kept his emotions stable, it could accurately reflect the emotional fluctuations of the closest young man.

He didn’t understand, but he vaguely knew the young man’s social anxiety. This fear was different from those that made him want to flee to Antarctica. The latter was like a nerve reflex that made one involuntarily shudder after being pricked, whereas the former was like being called out by a teacher to stand in class, standing for an entire period while all the classmates sat and listened—a prolonged mental torture.

For some, they might prefer the former over the latter. A short pain is better than a long one. Better to die than suffer socially.

But Gojo, who had never experienced social death, felt the former was a good thing, capable of training the young man’s ability to stabilize and control his Curse energy well.

He had already thought it through, that he would show the measuring device to the young man and tell him that if he could keep his emotional stability value consistently below 60 after heading to the amusement park, he would end this “date” trial and take the young man back.

To avoid “social death,” the young man would probably activate his potential in extreme situations to force himself to control his emotions.

Gojo smiled at the thought. He looked down at the device in his hand.

The numbers on the device fluctuated around 60—these were his emotional values.

Gojo didn’t know why he felt a bit inexplicably worried.

Was it because the young man’s voice just now was too normal to be abnormal?

But no matter how he thought about it, this plan was harmless to him. After all, the one who would die socially was the socially anxious young man. He was completely free from social anxiety, so how could he—

“Creak—”

As Gojo pondered, the door was pushed open. Since it was an outward-opening door, he leaned back to make way, his mind still lazily continuing his thoughts.

So there’s nothing to worry about.

He won’t—

The young man walked out.

Gojo still maintained his posture of looking down at the measuring device, so his gaze was downward, first seeing the young man’s leather shoes—seems the young man also values this “date,” huh? Finally giving up his lace-tangled sneakers, huh—black socks—

Hmm? Something’s not right. These socks seem a bit thin?

Thinly wrapping around the pale skin, following the young man’s calf up, a slight sheen of skin peeking out from the black at the back.

Are such long socks necessary? Is it because of the shorts?

Oh—it’s a skirt.

So—

Gojo: …

Six eyes were a step slower, but quickly realized—

So what just happened was black stockings—

Gojo understood.

Gojo got it.

Gojo finally understood what social death was.

————

“…Do you really have to dress like this?”

Twenty minutes later, at Yuan Shanxiao’s dormitory door, the conversation from twenty minutes ago was repeated.

Not only was the conversation the same as before, Gojo’s actions were also the same as those of the young man in drag beside him—

The same painful covering of eyes, the same awkward turning of the head.

The same—

Triggered the Curse energy meter.

Yuan Shanxiao had already learned about the Curse energy meter from Gojo. Hearing the sound of the meter bursting and shattering, his painfully knitted brows could finally stretch, inadvertently tugging at the corners of his mouth with a smile. “Teacher Gojo has six eyes—how can his control over Curse energy and emotions be so unstable—”

Gojo: …

No one told him before taking up this post that he would have a student who, after self-injuring eight hundred, must kill the enemy by a thousand.

“Is it possible that this is your emotional fluctuation?”

“No, Teacher Gojo.” The young man’s tone was very calm, just as calm as when he said “please wait a moment” behind the door, “My heart has long been dead, what emotional fluctuations could I have?”

Gojo: …

Your heart is dead, but your body still dresses in drag to make me die socially—terrifying!

————

Gojo Satoru and Yuan Shanxiao went out.

Seeing the dazzling but inexplicably somber white-haired young man coming out,

Panda: Wow.

Then he reached out to grab the bet.

Not long after,

A familiar yet strange black-haired “young girl” walked out behind the white-haired young man.

Tokyo Jujutsu High folks: …

Maki: Wow.

Then she reached out to slap Panda’s hand, ready to grab the chips.

Inumaki looked left at Gojo’s pale face.

Looked right at Yuan Shanxiao’s soul-lost expression.

Finally, he nodded, one hand grabbing the two chips from Panda and Maki.

“Salmon.”

This was his victory!

Betting on Gojo, Panda: …

Panda glanced at Gojo, who was dressed to kill today.

“…Truly an unstoppable young master.”

Betting on Yuan Shanxiao, Maki: …

Maki looked at Yuan Shanxiao in a miniskirt and black stockings, beautifully serene.

“…The young miss is unstoppable too.”

Watching everything, Yuta Okkotsu: …

“…”

“Rika, I know what you want to say, just don’t say it now…”

————

Gojo thought, no matter what, it’s good as long as they don’t encounter anyone they know.

It’s not that Yuan Shanxiao’s outfit was too eye-catching, Yuan Shanxiao might be the student he’s seen who suits crossdressing the most—he always thought Yuta might suit it too—but then Rika stopped him.

Inumaki was indeed taken by him to wear Maki’s school skirt, then Maki beat him up. But at that time, it was mostly for fun. After all, the boys in Tokyo Jujutsu High, no matter how pretty and delicate they looked in school uniforms, had clear, handsome muscle lines on their calves and arms, making it easy to tell the boyish frame and muscle trends.

But not Yuan Shanxiao. He had no traces of exercise on his body, just like the weak, scholarly students in normal schools, with arms and calves lacking exercise, lacking sun exposure, pale and frail. His frame was also small, wearing women’s clothing without the obvious discomfort of a boy, instead highlighting his reserved and serene temperament.

Like a quiet and beautiful young girl.

Could travel to and from Antarctica ten times a day, could smash four walls during a movie, could sweep across the battlefield screaming at a cockroach,

Quiet and—

Gojo closed his eyes tightly. The high-speed operation of his six eyes made his mind bizarrely busy. One moment it was the “girl” beside him bowing her head and revealing a beautiful neck, the next moment it was this “girl” lifting her bangs, sweating profusely on her knees in front of him begging him to kill a cockroach, sometimes it was the “girl” deliberately making a gentle and weak voice, sometimes it was that firm and resounding young voice. [Teacher Gojo, please let me go to Antarctica].

This feeling was like watching a snow rabbit standing up, then squatting down, standing up again, then squatting down, sometimes fitting his aesthetic point of cuteness, sometimes preparing to transplant willows to Antarctica.

Gojo: …

For the first time in his life, Gojo so painfully regretted his six eyes.

But soon, he regretted his six eyes for the second time in his life.

After his six all-seeing eyes observed the young man’s crossdressing and triggered a series of associations—Gojo’s mind was full of standing snow rabbits, transplanting trees—in Antarctica, planting flowers, and—associations between the northern and southern hemispheres.

In short, Gojo’s brain was forcibly controlled for ten seconds.

During these ten seconds.

“Eh—Gojo, what are you doing here?”

The two encountered a casually dressed Jujutsu sorcerer in front of them.

“Hmm? A girl? Are you guys on a date?”

Gojo didn’t respond, but the young man beside him still remembered the “date” setup Gojo mentioned before.

So he quietly nodded, speaking to the senior opposite him—now a teacher at Kyoto School, Utahime.

“Yes, we’re on a date.”

Thinking it over, he added his identity to avoid misunderstandings.

Gojo came to his senses, about to explain something. The young man—or rather, the “young girl”—quickly added.

“I’m Teacher Gojo’s student.”

“Click—”

Gojo thought it was the Curse energy testing device on his body that cracked.

It took a while to realize it was actually himself that cracked.

————

“Scum.”

Utahime sharply criticized.

“To date a female student—super scum—”

Gojo: …

Gojo had a hard time stopping Utahime from mass messaging everyone at Kyoto School about the gossip, just lifting his head to see—

“Date?”

The person standing opposite the young man was also very familiar, his former junior at work, Kento Nanami.

Of course, the words spoken by the young man were also familiar.

“Yes. We’re on a date.”

“I’m Teacher Gojo’s student.”

Gojo: …

“Click,”

This time it was really the Curse energy meter that cracked.

————

“Did you do this on purpose or not—”

Yuan Shanxiao instantly replied, “Unintentionally.”

Gojo: …

“Replying so quickly shows you did it on purpose!!”

Gojo clenched his fist and fiercely moved towards the young man’s head—

Then the young man just precisely looked up at that moment, his bangs momentarily falling behind his ear, his forehead pale, his eyes clean, his gray-green eyes suddenly widening, the slightly light eyelashes trembling, the metro lights shining brightly as if filling his eyes with water reflecting Gojo’s image—and the fist hanging in the air.

“Oh—” the “girl” looked at Gojo’s un-fallen fist and suddenly spoke. “Teacher Gojo doesn’t hit girls, huh—truly a gentleman—”

The fist fell.

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Not gentlemanly at all.

Along with Gojo’s fist delivered to Yuan Shanxiao, there was also the Curse energy meter preserved by Gojo.

This measuring device was actually used to measure the stability of emotional conversion into Curse energy. Although Gojo was confident in his ability to control emotional fluctuations and Curse energy conversion, after the meter cracked in half and only one remained intact in his hand, his confidence turned into trust in Yuan Shanxiao—

He would definitely make the last meter crack because of this guy.

To prevent spending the whole day being overwhelmed by defenses and forgetting the big matter of training the young man’s Curse energy control—today had already reached such an extent, having been looked at with that kind of gaze by both seniors and juniors, absolutely couldn’t fail now—

So Gojo handed the meter to the young man. “My eyes can see the numbers on it, you know—even if you hide it, I can still see it, so—”

Just as Yuan Shanxiao thought of hiding the meter into his clothes, he panicked, “So teacher’s eyes are actually X-ray eyes I’m not wearing—”

Gojo accurately covered his mouth. “So it’s useless to hide it. Today, as long as I see the numbers continuously stable below 60 for 10 minutes, we’ll quickly end today’s schedule—”

The young man blinked, his lips struggling to move behind the man’s palm, “Isn’t it… um, not a date?”

Gojo calmly looked over.

“Do you city folks call mutual torture a date?”

“That trendy?”

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Isn’t this who came up with the trendy suggestion?

————

After arriving at the amusement park, since someone could buy all the VIP cards, they basically didn’t queue much and entered the park. Gojo looked at the fast pass on his phone, thinking he really wanted to speed through.

Once inside, indeed many people saw him, exceptionally handsome and shining, wanting to come up for photos, chats, and contact information—

Then they would see the young man—[young girl]beside him.

Then there would be that classic question.

“This is…”

“Yes, we’re on a date, I’m Teacher Gojo’s—”

A repeater, huh!!

Gojo fiercely pulled on the young man’s collar and walked away.

And on those days when he hadn’t managed to grab the young man’s collar in time, the young man trying to rid himself of the [repeater] title would—

“Yes, I’m his still-in-school younger sister. Oh? What does he do? A gambling dad, a sick mom, me in school, and a shattered—ah, sorry, he’s back, I need to be beaten first.”

“Yes, I’m his adopted—daughter. Want to know his romantic history? Such a handsome man, of course, has already—ah, sorry, I need to be beaten again first. Wait a moment.”

“Yes, I am—”

My God.

Gojo finally caught up.

After shaking off a crowd of people seeking photos behind them, he swiftly swam through the crowd like a fish to the young man’s side, then suddenly leaned in and hooked the young man’s neck, smiling at the girl opposite.

“Yes, he’s my magic assistant.”

Yuan Shanxiao: …

What kind of role is this, why didn’t he give him the script in advance, he doesn’t know how to do magic—

“Do you know what magic he’s best at?”

Gojo had already swapped his mask for sunglasses, undoing two shirt buttons, his face due to sun exposure and crowding carrying a thin layer of sweat, shining in the sunlight as if gleaming, not to mention the pair of smiling, bright blue eyes revealed as the sunglasses slid slightly.

The girl opposite was instantly stupefied, blushing and could only dumbly nod along with Gojo’s words.

Gojo seeing this, smiled and snapped his fingers.

“Then let’s give everyone a show—”

Yuan Shanxiao, who subconsciously clutched Gojo’s coat corner: …

Ah? So loud? Everyone’s looking over here…

A bit scary…

“No preparation and no props, an impromptu magic show—”

Yuan Shanxiao, targeted by the gradually encircling gazes: …

Am I a toy for others?

Is that it? Yes, it is.

Yuan Shanxiao now realized Gojo’s malicious intent; in such a situation with so many ordinary people watching, he absolutely couldn’t run away without exposing his techniques.

Although he was already feeling his throat tighten and his calves go weak due to the excessive gazes projected onto him. But—

“Performer—my most courageous student—”

Yuan Shanxiao: …

Sure enough, waiting for him here.

Feels like he’s taunting him.

“—transform a living person in 3 seconds—”

Yuan Shanxiao: …

This is just blatant taunting, isn’t it!

Yuan Shanxiao expressionlessly watched his teacher take off his coat and suddenly drape it over his head—

This performance prop, though expensive, seemed a bit unprofessional.

“Three,”

Alright, the teacher seems to be enjoying this.

“Two,”

Isn’t it why he’s treating him this way, what did he do wrong—damn it,

“One—”

“Witness the miracle—”

Magic successful.

The living person disappeared.

————

Although Yuan Shanxiao really wanted to just stand there and let Gojo’s magic fail, under the circumstances of being watched and quietly discussed by so many people—Gojo guessed right, he could only hold on for three seconds.

Then a minute later, he had to return under his teacher’s hand signals and eye hints that said, [Come back quickly and let me complete the step of bringing the living person back, do you want your teacher to lose face—hey, so heartless.]

Yuan Shanxiao: …

So how did he read a complete sentence on his face wearing sunglasses?

Yuan Shanxiao returned under Gojo’s coat after Gojo snapped his fingers twice, made three eye hints, and finally, after the young man used Curse energy to draw a cockroach shape in the air. A moment later, he was lifted from under the suit—

Yuan Shanxiao heard a crowd’s gasp.

Magic successful.

The dead returned.

————

“Alright, alright, not bad, just now during the magic show, Xiao’s values were controlled below 60 points, hey.”

After the magic ended, his e-person teacher dubbed it a splendid impromptu test performance—then still looked at the young man’s pale face, dripping with cold sweat, and took him to a less crowded suburb before speaking again.

Yuan Shanxiao: .

Yuan Shanxiao thought Gojo was really good with words, even though the values were consistently at 0, he could still describe them as all below 60.

0 is the lower limit of the meter, not his.

“Well, well, your emotions are very stable now, Xiao—”

The young man seemed to know that what was just done was a bit too much for this already socially anxious student, so he hugged the young man’s shoulder and patted heavily in an attempt to comfort.

The young man somewhat helplessly pressed down his brows, “Don’t see me as that kind of super unstable emotional kid. I usually just don’t deliberately control those emotions. Apart from uncontrollable fear, I can usually control my emotions well with reason.”

The young man seemed to want to lighten the mood and made a joke, “When I’m serious, I’m super stable—very—”

“Bang,”

The meter in the young man’s hand burst open at that moment.

…

The sudden whistling of the bullet seemed to also bring a ringing in his ears.

The young man’s pupils, almost vertical, froze for two seconds before shifting to look beside Gojo’s ear.

Just now, the bullet that came through the air and the sound of the meter exploding coincided. At that moment, the bullet, unconsciously followed by a spatial blade a beat too slow, was cut open, then—

The bullet’s fragmented casing slid past the young man’s tightened pupils, as if the sharp fracture really cut into his eyeball, causing an inexplicable painful twitch in the young man’s brows and eyes.

The fragments crisply hit the ground.

“Click,”

The halted time and space seemed to suddenly start flowing at that moment.

Gojo had been patting the young man’s shoulder all along, his body also shaking with each pat.

“Must be people hired by that old geezer, they’re used to using this trash to annoy people, using ordinary human assassins, because of their [ordinary human] status, there are always many places where it’s difficult to act—really—”

Gojo’s voice sounded as if it was transmitting underwater, the sound waves pulsing towards Yuan Shanxiao’s eardrums in waves, but he heard it somewhat distortedly. He only felt a suffocation in his chest.

Gojo showed a disgusted expression, exaggeratedly fanning the air about to say something, then noticed the young man hadn’t spoken for a while and his expression sank again. “…Xiao, what’s wrong?”

Yuan Shanxiao still clutched the fragments of the meter that had exploded in his hand a moment ago, he didn’t have Gojo’s limitless defenses, nor did he use spatial separation, the fragments of the device cut through the skin embedded in the flesh as he subconsciously clenched his hand, blood flowing bit by bit from the palm.

Yuan Shanxiao originally wanted to say that Gojo had always underestimated his reason.

When he wasn’t fearful, he could actually control his other emotions well with reason.

But.

“It’s okay, teacher.” Yuan Shanxiao took a deep breath, feeling a bit of pain in his chest. He lifted his head and smiled. An empty hand not bleeding covered his chest and patted. “Just now, the sound of the bullet startled me, I haven’t recovered yet.”

Gojo looked at the young man’s still bleeding palm, frowned slightly. He looked towards the young man—

He wasn’t sure if it was his illusion. It seemed like,

The young man’s light eye color had deepened a bit?

Deep green color, vertical black pupils.

A familiar voice resonated at the bottom of his peaceful heart.

[Fear Value 1%]

————

Sending ordinary human assassins to attack a Jujutsu sorcerer in plain sight, under the focus of all eyes, was indeed a good plan.

The attack failing could still harass. After all, a Special Grade Jujutsu sorcerer dealing with an ordinary person was really losing face, and there was also the risk of violating the Jujutsu sorcerer’s regulations.

And ordinary people, wanting to hide among more ordinary people making it easy for Jujutsu sorcerers to hesitate, was also very easy. Plus, ordinary people also have their own ordinary social network; solving one here would instead provoke the sorrowful revenge of their relatives and friends. You’re a Jujutsu sorcerer, supposed to protect ordinary people, how could you act against them.

Moreover, they didn’t do much, just sniping. Would Gojo die from being sniped with a Curse energy bullet? Not at all. So it was just a harmless joke.

But—

“Very scary, sir.”

The young man holding a man’s collar, his already deep eye color in the pitch-black night seemed as if both eyes were just black, terrifying. Yuan Shanxiao looked around quickly, his brain calculating the suitable sniping spots, pulling the man he was holding by the collar and teleporting there instantly.

When they stood still, the ordinary human assassin he was holding by the back of the neck knelt down on the ground at once.

Yuan Shanxiao didn’t understand why he knelt, but he was scared that if he fired later, his hands would tremble too.

So he couldn’t help but also anxiously said with a trembling voice, “Sir… I don’t know how to snipe, if you can’t achieve the level of sniping my teacher this morning, I can only… sigh, I don’t know what to do, I’m a bit scared… should I replace your hands? Or see about mounting the gun on a broken arm… what should I do…”

Then Yuan Shanxiao watched as the sniper trembled, climbed up, and set up the gun, trying to steady his hands. Although he didn’t understand, he still truly breathed a sigh of relief, his chest seemed to have been tightly twisted because of anxiety.

Yuan Shanxiao took out the bullets from the magazine, one by one, and put them into the space.

The bullets thus disappeared.

Yuan Shanxiao clumsily loaded the bullets he had packed into space back into the magazine, one by one, while muttering explanations.

“Sir, don’t worry, you just need to aim at those old—Old Ojisan’s head and fire.”

“You don’t need to consider whether ordinary bullets can penetrate a Jujutsu sorcerer’s brain.”

“Because my space can pass through everything in this world, including a few stupidly terrifying brains.”

“Hmm… hmm, bullets wrapped in my space can also do this.”

“So, you just need to shoot, then let the bullets wrapped by my space pass through their brains, then I’ll let the space [conceal] disappear, afterwards use a little method learned from that stitched-up brain sir to eliminate the Curse energy residue.”

“Finally, it’ll be up to you [because you didn’t negotiate the reward and turned against them, somehow really using bullets to kill high-ranking Jujutsu sorcerers] to complete the final process, okay?”

Yuan Shanxiao finished loading the last bullet, his pale hand slowly approaching, pressing down on the trembling hand of the man beside him as he handed over the magazine.

“Sir, please proceed. After you’re done, I’ll give you what I want most. So don’t be scared.”

Yuan Shanxiao’s hand was also trembling. Even his palm was all sweaty.

He listened to the gunshots, smelled the gunpowder, the air seemed to tremble with the sudden gunshots.

He trembled all over in the night.

Because of the bullet that was still two centimeters from Gojo’s temple.

He couldn’t imagine at all, in this world, even without Gojo, what he would do.

…Gojo.

Speaking of being alive, the shelter he could think of.

Speaking of death, the only key he could think of.

Yuan Shanxiao lifted his head palely, watching the blood bloom in the night sky.

Hearing the gradually calming Fear Value alarm, he couldn’t help but relax and smile.

He said, “Sir, don’t be scared.”

“Because the most terrifying thing has already passed.”

Only you guys are dead.

“My teacher is still here.”

“So…”

“It’s not so scary anymore, right…”

[Fear Value returns to zero]