boyutpedia Chapter 393 No One Can Take It Away
Chapter 393 No One Can Take It Away
Note: This chapter is two chapters in one
I am now standing on the top of a mountain.
Although I don’t know what it is called, where it is located, or whether it is in the country, the altitude is definitely very high.
At first glance, you can't see the bottom at all.
The undulating peaks are covered with snow of varying thicknesses. The mountains are shaded and stacked one upon the other. The coniferous forests with clusters of trees cast shadows of varying lengths, and the dim moonlight refracts cold light on the snow.
Although it was June, a hot month, the wind blew across the collar, and the biting moisture and coldness hit me, like a soft, jagged towel rubbing against my skin, giving me a not-so-strong stimulation.
I simply switched to Ryomen Sukuna mode, supplying a steady stream of cursed energy to my limbs to keep out the cold.
Even if you are in good health, you will still feel cold if you walk on the top of a mountain in short sleeves in a cold winter.
I covered my hands and looked at Gojo Satoru.
The man stood under a tall fir tree with his head half lowered. His silver hair was flying, revealing his uncovered superior facial features. His tall figure looked particularly dazzling even in the wind and snow.
However, I'm not in the mood to appreciate handsome men right now.
It’s better to say that the resentment and anger are growing heavier, like a full bucket, shaking with full momentum, ready to pour on the other person and soak him thoroughly.
"Gojo Satoru!"
These three words were squeezed out of my throat one by one.
The soles of my shoes rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound. I raised my foot and kicked the snow pile in front of him, shouting angrily, "Wake up!"
"Look what you've done!"
No lower limit was not activated.
The snow began to melt when it fell on Gojo Satoru's cheek, flowing down his skin to his collar little by little, soaking his collar in the process.
He wiped off the remaining traces, blinked his beautiful blue eyes quietly, his gaze fixed on my face, pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at me, like a very well-behaved domestic ragdoll cat.
But this is just an illusion.
He looks well-behaved, but the things he does can make a person angry and then crush him into powder.
I stamped my feet and walked back and forth in front of him. I was so angry that I made another snow pile with my feet, but I didn't kick it out.
This, man!
Twenty minutes ago, he teleported me from a barbecue restaurant in the city center to the top of this ridiculously high mountain where my cell phone had no signal and couldn't locate me at all.
I endured it when they dragged me into the air at high speed thousands of meters without any warning.
Standing here, I felt like I was nailed down and stuck together with several layers of cement and glue, and there was no way I could pull it away. I just endured it.
But when I gave up taking him away and prepared to go back alone to find help, he refused to let me go!
How can I bear this?
Especially when I was performing a spell, pushing off from the ground and flying quickly into the distance, he would follow me with shining eyes, and then he would grab the back of my neck and send me back to where I was in the blink of an eye, every time!
I tried it seven times, and each time it was like throwing out a bone, and he would pick it up accurately, patting my head a few times.
It's obviously a cat, why is it living more and more like a dog!
Holding my heaving chest, I could only take deep breaths and keep telling myself: This guy is not in his right mind, and you can't beat him now, you can't beat him, you can't beat him...beat him.
“Ahhhhhh!!” I finally couldn’t stand it anymore. I raised my head and grabbed his collar, shouting at him, “What the hell do you want? You abducted me here to sell me off? Do you want me to give you my life?!”
Just now, everyone didn't have time to react and could only watch me being captured by Gojo Satoru.
The call couldn't be connected, the phone couldn't be located, and I didn't know where to find the person. I couldn't say what would happen to others when I got back, but I would definitely be scolded to death by someone else.
Unfortunately, he has a very sharp tongue and three of them can't win an argument with him alone.
......So why did Gojo Satoru drink if he couldn't drink? It would be fine if he suffered.
And he took me in as well. Is this bound to some system that won't be happy unless it sees me in trouble?
"I'm telling you, you'll be beaten up by a group of people if you attract hatred like this. A group of people." I jumped up and down and complained, "The kind of group of people will tie you up and punch you one by one."
"Also, do you know it's very cold here? I'm almost freezing to death."
To be able to reach this level, the altitude must be at least three thousand meters... Where on earth is it flying from?
When he heard me say he was cold, Gojo Satoru finally took a slow step forward and walked in front of me, like a robot that had just been connected online, with the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was about to speak.
Just when I thought he was finally awakened by the cold wind, he leaned over with his arms open, his head resting on the side of my neck, his silver hair brushing across his cheeks, as if cold silk was sticking to his body.
"Hey...what are you doing..."
Gojo Satoru's entire body pressed down on me from top to bottom like a collapsing mountain.
I was forced to take several steps back and had to lean against the tree trunk behind me. I put my palms on his chest and pushed hard in the opposite direction, trying to close the distance that seemed a little too close and intimate.
Unsuccessful.
I sighed deeply, not knowing whether to say that he was really strong, or to describe the body of this 1.9-meter-tall cat as being unusually heavy.
Perhaps he felt threatened by my rejection, Gojo Satoru showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, and simply clasped his hands together and hugged my shoulders tightly like a child hugging a toy.
As a result, my head was pressed against his chest, and I was caught off guard by the thumping sound of his heartbeat.
It felt like a dull drumbeat slowly playing.
"It's not cold anymore." He whispered in my ear, "It won't be cold now, right—"
"That's not the reason." I replied impatiently, "You'd better send me back quickly. Everyone may be looking for us..."
"Don't be sad, Kiri-chan..."
The words were not completed.
"........" I widened my eyes, my whole body seemed to be frozen, and I froze in place, "You——"
"What did you say?" I had trouble breathing and my throat was tightening. I opened my mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you just say?"
“Wu, shout again and explain it to me clearly.”
Did I hear it wrong, or, or...
I waited for a while, not knowing whether out of fear or hope that something different would come out of his mouth.
But he frowned slightly, and his blue eyes showed the same confusion and ignorance as when he was drinking in the store just now, as if the words just now did not come from his mouth.
Obviously, it was the same as the "Aunt" that Hui blurted out at the beginning, which only made my emotions take a brief roller coaster ride.
It doesn't actually make any sense.
"What......" I couldn't suppress the trembling and crying in my voice. I tried my best to endure it, but the tears still slid down my cheeks and dripped onto the skin of my collarbone, stirring up another chill.
"What what what what........"
I know that everyone in this world is still alive, and no tragic things have happened. I have also found the whereabouts of that god, and it is even possible to end everything at once. I should be content.
But human nature seems to be like this, once you get something, you still want more, always so greedy, insatiable, and unsatisfied.
Apart from Shen Er, I actually want everyone to remember me.
"This is nothing... Either remember it all, or forget it completely! Do you look down on me for just this broken fragment?" I said bitterly, "You gave it to me out of pity, didn't you?"
"How can there be such a person as you, bastard bastard bastard, bastard son of a bitch, stinky ass Gojo Satoru..."
Hearing what I said, Gojo Satoru moved his fingers and turned around.
"Don't be sad." This person still said this, like a tape recorder, repeatedly whispering, "Don't be sad..."
And I almost exploded.
“Who’s sad!”
Unable to control myself, I banged my head against his shoulder, over and over again, so hard that my forehead was probably turning red. I was too lazy to even start the reversal technique.
"I'm not sad at all!" I shouted at him, "I'm living a happy life, very happy, without any worries at all, do you understand?"
Admitting that I am sad is like saying that the setbacks and hardships in the past did not make me grow.
I am still the fragile, insignificant, powerless Suzuki Yuri who cannot change anything.
Never.
His warm fingers brushed the cold tears on his cheeks, and he whispered, "But you cried..."
"......None of your business!" I brushed my cheek, which was a little painful from the wind, with the back of my hand. I turned my head and repeated viciously, "None of your business."
I'm so angry, so upset, I really want to beat someone up.
I admit that I can be a bit harsh and hypocritical towards people who don’t remember me.
On the one hand, I was impatient to deal with those doubts and temptations, but on the other hand, I felt that since I knew nothing, it was acceptable to maintain this state. Why did they reach out to interfere with me?
This is not their fault. They did not choose to forget me, and they did not want to... But is this my fault?
It's obviously you who don't remember me... Why should I say it out loud? Do I have to beg for sympathy and understanding like a sad clown?
Then I'd rather not have it.
With this mood, I walked again and again, and finally I met Shier, the only person with whom I could talk about our common memories for a long time.
Then why can't I get close to him, why can't I trust him, why can't I tell him everything about myself.
After all, he and I are both bound by the past. He is the only one in the world who can understand how I feel.
"..."
After venting my emotions, I felt empty, like a bottle that has been emptied.
Gojo Satoru refused to leave, and wouldn't let me go either, so I had to pull him aside, and we both sat down against the thick cedar tree trunk, arm to arm.
After a long silence, I regained my sanity. I knew I couldn't let that god hiding in the dark laugh at me. I finally calmed down, opened my mouth, and asked, "...So what? Why did you tell me not to be sad?"
What memory comes to mind?
In fact, when Megumi Fushiguro and I were fighting, the word "Auntie" that he subconsciously shouted out already made me suspicious.
Considering that when Itadori is beaten up, it is possible that he will output the [Non-Existent Memory] physique, I was wondering, as a gender-changed Itadori Yuji, would I also have the same passive buff.
However, based on my experience, I feel like I need to beat the other person up before I can output [memories that once existed], which is different from Yuji's, and is more like a distorted result.
Does this mean that the power of God is being further weakened?
But even so, I still can’t awaken everyone’s memory in this way.
First, the probability is very low, and it may not succeed every time. Tiger stick was beaten so many times, and was almost beaten to death, but only got two.
Second, even if I could succeed, I couldn't just start beating someone up, right? Otherwise, what kind of person would I be?
Third, there are some people who, even if I were to hit them, such as Nozomi, Tsumiki, Nanami and Haibara... I couldn't do it. I can't just hit them just to make them remember me.
So... in the end, it just sits there and I can't do anything.
Gojo Satoru's expression was still hazy and dazed, with a feeling of paralysis and confusion.
I also had six eyes. I know that this is because after alcohol enters the body, the output of the curse power becomes unstable, causing the brain's operating efficiency to drop significantly and the ability to process information to weaken.
It might take him a while to react to what I say before he responds.
"......"
After about ten seconds, he finally spoke and said to me, "I heard it."
"........what did you hear?"
"I heard you say you don't want anything. Take it all. You don't want anything."
I frowned and tried hard to recall, but I couldn't remember when or where I had said such words to Gojo Satoru.
"Is this... what I said?"
For a moment, I began to doubt whether I had guessed the physical condition wrongly, and what I input into Gojo Satoru were actually [non-existent memories].
But, it feels very much like something I could say.
Gojo Satoru staggered over to me, and it looked like he was about to be knocked down by the half-finished beer. I reached out to hold his arm.
As a result, he just laid on my arm and lay in my arms.
This posture has an inexplicably familiar and somewhat heartbreaking feeling.
I moved my fingers and unexpectedly touched a crystal teardrop sliding down from the bottom of his eye.
"Wu-chan." His voice was low, like the last whisper before falling asleep, "Don't be like this..."
"Don't be like this," he said, "everything is yours... no one can take it away."