Chapter 52

Gojo Satoru loudly condemned, "How could you poach my people? They're supposed to be sorcerers!"

Having heard Rokudo Mukuro's new ideas, Gojo Satoru conceived a simple prototype for changing the world of jutsu. However, before it could even be put into practice, the promising seed was about to be dug up.

How can this be? Although he and Jay are the strongest, it is not enough for the two of them to support the entire world of sorcery. These seeds that have not yet blossomed are the pillars of the future!

Rokudo Mukuro's smile remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "It seems they didn't agree to you becoming sorcerers, did they?"

Wu Tiao Wu felt wronged. He wanted to speak out and make a scene. He turned to Xia Youjie, seeking help for himself.

Xia Youjie also knew very well that good prospects with the potential to become a sorcerer were rare and hard to come by.

"They didn't refuse, saying they didn't want to become sorcerers."

The pressure is now on Yukimura Seiichi and his team.

Despite the danger, Yukimura Seiichi remained calm and composed, offering a steady smile. "And what is Vongola?"

As the heir to a large family, Gojo Satoru's knowledge was unquestionable. "Vongola? Clams? What kind of shady organization is that?"

Rokudo Mukuro was about to retaliate, but then he realized that the Vongola did indeed seem a bit unorthodox, and was an illegal organization.

But when you're adrift, you have to give yourself face. There's no Vongola in this world, so you have to shape its image however you want it to be.

"The Vongola Organization is an armed group dedicated to maintaining peace. Normally, it operates under the guise of a seafood company. Simply put, it's there to uphold fairness and justice..."

Kirihara Akaya felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, and finally interrupted, "...Is it a legal organization?" The more he listened, the less certain he became.

Rokudo Mukuro smiled, "If you want it, then it's legal."

He continued to raise the stakes, "If you are willing to join, I will provide you with funds and resources, and I will also give you this box of rings and teach you how to use the Death Flame for free."

That makes him sound like a complete sucker.

Xia Youjie said somewhat unconvinced, "We can do these things too." The things that the vocational college can provide for them are not bad either.

"But you're using child labor. The Vongola can be established after you grow up."

Xia Youjie couldn't refute it. He took a deep breath, a gentle smile on his face, "After becoming a sorcerer, you can exorcise cursed spirits to protect your companions..."

"Kufufufu... You can do the same thing by learning the Dying Will Flame~" The Dying Will Flame is simply omnipotent. It can repel enemies, exorcise cursed spirits, and even cook a meal with it.

"If you are willing to study at a higher vocational college, you will have the best teachers, the best mentors, and comrades-in-arms to fight alongside you..."

Rokudo Mukuro laughed even harder. "The best senior you mentioned refers to..." He looked at Gojo Satoru and Natsume, his meaning simple: to question the truth of his words with the simplest facts.

"The soon-to-be principal of the college may look fierce, like someone from the underworld, but he loves handicrafts. If you join the college, he will give you dolls that he made himself."

"He doesn't sound like a good person at all; he sounds more like a pervert." Rokudo Mukuro was unusually childish. "The Vongola boss is stupid and easy to bully. If you really run into trouble, he can help you sort it out."

Xia Youjie couldn't stand Rokudo Mukuro's argumentative nature anymore. No matter what he said, Rokudo Mukuro would find a counterpoint: "The jutsu master is a noble profession; they protect ordinary people in the shadows. Although the jutsu world is somewhat dilapidated now, it will eventually change..."

"Although the Vongola is a Mafia, it also protects the world..." Rokudo Mukuro, who was talking excitedly, got a little carried away for a moment.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

"...So, the Vongola you're talking about is the Mafia?!" The innocent boys stared wide-eyed. What had they done wrong to be dragged into the underworld?

Rokudo Mukuro remained calm. "Of course, it doesn't have to be."

Xia Youjie wanted to say something more, but Wu Tiaowu stopped him, "Alright, Jie, the way you two were just now was exactly like scammers trying to recruit people into a cult."

"..."

At this moment, Yukimura Seiichi sighed softly and straightened his clothes. "But..."

Everyone else turned their attention to him.

"...But I still prefer playing tennis."

Even though he's sick now, he can't let go of his beloved tennis. He doesn't know what kind of person he'll become in the future, but he's certain that right now all he wants to do is run freely on the tennis court.

He couldn't control what other people thought.

The conscientious and responsible Vice-Captain Sanada Genichiro added, "Our most important task now is the East Gate Tournament, and then the National Tournament. Rikkai's three-peat is absolutely unbeatable."

Looking at the information he had written down, Renji Yanagi deduced that both the sorcerers and the Vongola Mafia organization contained dangers that could threaten their lives.

He declined, saying, "We should go back and discuss such a major life event with our parents."

Becoming a sorcerer or joining the Vongola organization—no matter what choice you make, if you don't inform your parents beforehand, it's all for nothing, and you might even get your legs broken.

Yagyu Hiroshi, who was afraid of ghosts, was even more averse to cursed spirits.

Kirihara Akaya blinked, looked at everyone in the hospital room, and suddenly exclaimed in realization, "I know what's going on! If our lives were drawn as a manga, we'd definitely be a sports anime, while Rokudo-senpai and Gojo-senpai, you'd definitely be a hot-blooded adventure battle anime!"

Niou Masaharu was amused by his junior schoolmate, "As expected of the little seaweed who loves playing games and reading comics, a very apt metaphor."

Getting athletic, well-behaved boys to join their passionate battles seems like a difficult task.

"It's alright, you guys think it over carefully." Rokudo Mukuro didn't intend to force the issue; he had only wanted to compete with Gojo Satoru and Natsume Yuuki on a whim. Even if he failed, he wouldn't care.

Xia Youjie was somewhat disappointed, but he respected their wishes. He also left them his contact information, telling them they could contact him if they encountered any cursed spirits or changed their minds.

Gojo Satoru: "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Young people all have their own youth." There's still plenty of time, and there will always be some potential talents that he can recruit into his own ranks.

...

After exorcising the cursed spirit from Yukimura Seiichi's hospital room, Rokudo Mukuro and the other two planned to leave, not wanting to disturb the tennis club's internal gathering.

Before leaving, Marui Bunta took a cake out of his backpack and handed it to Gojo Satoru, whose eyes were shining.

"This is a cake I made. I hope you like it."

He only had two cakes in his backpack, both of which he had made himself. On his way to the hospital, someone had been eyeing his backpack like a hungry wolf. If he hadn't held on tightly and refused firmly, the cakes might have been lost long ago.

He then took out a few more chocolates from his backpack and handed them to Rokudo Mukuro. Rokudo Mukuro accepted them with a smile; he definitely preferred chocolate to cake.

Thus, both host and guests enjoyed themselves, and the hospital trip was considered a success.