Chapter 34

After Kazuma Hatori and Satoru Gojo moved in together, cleaning and laundry were done by hourly workers, who were ordinary people that Satoru had specially hired from companies not related to jutsu.

This apartment is located in an upscale residential area far from the city center and the college, so there is basically no need to worry about being discovered by people involved in sorcery.

Hato Kazuma kept his word; whether it was day or night, he would always go with Gojo Satoru on any mission.

Since Gojo Satoru usually completes his missions alone, he doesn't mind bringing along the Kamo family head, who always stares at him with bright black eyes.

Regarding this, Gojo Satoru felt that he couldn't be blamed at all—who could resist that kind of eye contact?

Besides, the other party is quite strong now, so even without his protection, it's unlikely that anything will happen.

However, the downside is that he can no longer bring his assistant supervisor. Gojo Satoru can only travel to the mission location with Hato Kazuma using the same transportation, or Gojo Satoru can directly take Hato Kazuma with him and use [Azure] to travel.

Hatake Kazuma also asked Satoru curiously why he sometimes needed to use transportation, since it was obvious that he could travel much faster using [Azure].

The TV in the living room was playing a variety show. They watched it casually and chatted occasionally to pass the time.

"The essence of using [Azure] to travel is that I compress the distance between two spatial coordinates to negative infinity,"

Gojo Satoru was lounging on the sofa in a very relaxed position, scooping up ice cream, while he and Hatori Kazuma gave a rough explanation.

"But this can only be done under extreme conditions where there are no obstacles during the movement, otherwise it will cause a large-scale explosion. After all, [Azure] is essentially an attack technique, but I have developed a special use for long-distance movement."

"Was it a move that Wu came up with himself?"

Kazuma Hatori recalled the comments he had heard about Satoru Gojo before, which were either "the strongest sorcerer" or "a monster-like man".

"Well, although the three families always like to boast that their techniques are powerful and inherited, those teachers only teach the basics of spell power."

Speaking of this, it's rare for Gojo Satoru to be able to have a heart-to-heart rant with someone.

"If you ask them what an infinite series is, or what the Achilles and the tortoise paradox is, they'll be completely clueless! But the records of the infinite series technique clearly state that it requires realizing the convergence and divergence of the imagined infinite series!"

"So, all these extended uses related to the 'no-limit' technique were basically figured out by myself! It was really hard work!"

Recalling the days when he studied calculus late into the night, Gojo Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh and spread out the hand that was holding the spoon.

"In terms of casting and applying spells, [Six Eyes] can only help me minimize the consumption of spell power. As for the mathematical principles, definitions, and formulas, he can't help at all..."

After all, [Six Eyes] only gave him a pair of eyes that were both convenient and troublesome, not a top-notch, super-useful brain.

After listening to Gojo Satoru's rant, Hatori Kazuma pondered for a moment, then looked up at him.

“In that case, your strength is all the result of your own hard work,” Kazuma Hatake concluded earnestly. “Even if others also possess [no limits] and [six eyes], they may not be able to do the same things as you.”

"Having talent is one thing, but those who can fully unleash their talent through hard work are the truly remarkable geniuses."

He praised her sincerely, without a trace of hypocrisy or perfunctoriness.

Gojo Satoru's expression seemed to freeze.

He was wearing sunglasses, making it difficult for others to observe his true emotions. But at this moment, Gojo Satoru turned his entire upper body, which was leaning against the sofa, as if he were seriously looking into the eyes of Hagoromo Kazuma.

"Therefore, it was only natural that the genius became the [strongest]."

At this point, Kazuma Hatori frowned slightly, realizing that the more he learned about Satoru Gojo, the more dissatisfied he became with the old men of the three starter families.

"Just as a physics genius who becomes a scientist after hard work should be respected, treated with courtesy, and be asked to humbly learn from, rather than feared, envied, or given dangerous tasks as a matter of course."

No wonder the beautiful Da Wu wanted to reform the world of magic. If it were him, he would kill a bunch of people who dared to point their fingers at him and send them to their coffins sooner.

However, this is ultimately a player's mindset; his style is simple and crude, and he doesn't care about the consequences at all.

As Hajime was deep in thought, he suddenly felt a hand pressing down on his head—a real, warm touch.

He looked up, bearing the weight, and saw Gojo Satoru smiling brightly at him, his slightly long black hair all messed up and sticking up haphazardly.

He probably noticed when he pulled his hand back, and Gojo Satoru felt a little guilty as he combed it back with his five fingers and even tried to flatten it with his palm.

"What's wrong?"

Kazuma Hatake didn't mind his little gesture at all; in fact, he found it adorable.

"There's nothing there,"

The most powerful sorcerer, wearing sunglasses, withdrew his hand, leaned back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and looked back at the television that was emitting bursts of canned laughter.

"I just had a sudden whim, a sudden whim—"

"Ah, I see."

"Heh heh, want some ice cream? If you don't mind that I've had some before..."

"want."

"...That was a very straightforward answer."

…………

If there's one thing Kazuma Hatori is most grateful for during his stay, it's the [Cooking] skill he unlocked earlier.

Of course, just like Gojo Satoru, he is not completely incapable of cooking, but since he has not specifically learned this skill, the results he produces are only "ordinary" and far from being "impressive".

But right now, this is a game.

He possesses the extraordinary skill of cooking.

Kazuma Hatori appeared expressionless, but in reality, he was already brimming with confidence as he gently scooped the light and plump soufflé from the frying pan into the porcelain dish.

As it fell into the dish whole, fluffy like a cloud, it trembled slightly, making it look incredibly soft.

Wisps of steam rose and brushed past my nose, bringing with them the sweet aroma of eggs and milk.

"It's a perfect soufflé, yay!"

Gojo Satoru's blue eyes behind his sunglasses almost sparkled as he held a spoon and stood guard beside Hagoromo Kazuma—like a cat never leaving a fisherman's side—eagerly waiting for dinner to be served.

“Impressive, you can actually make one of the most difficult desserts in the dessert world,” he said to Kazuma Hatori.

"I'm almost ready to call you master, what should I call you again... Master Kamo!"

"I can do almost anything."

Kazuma Hatake glanced at the densely packed menu in the [Cooking] interface and said with a slightly reserved air.

After a slight pause, as if remembering something, he spoke again—but this time, it was Hato Kazuma who looked at Gojo Satoru with great anticipation.

“I am not called ‘Head of the Kamo Family’. You know, my other name is the real name I mentioned before.”

If you're going to shout, you should shout that one.

If you think it's too long, you can remove the title "Master".

“You…”

Only after belatedly recalling the other party's real name, which had been openly revealed at the Directors' Department Inquiry Meeting, did Gojo Satoru fall silent.

Why does this kid always look like he's eagerly waiting to take advantage of him whenever his name is mentioned?

Do you want to pursue him or do you want to be his father?

Shouldn't he be older than the other person?

Even though their relationship has recently become closer, Gojo Satoru is still very puzzled by this.

Because of his simple upbringing and emotional experiences, the head of the Gojo family, who had never been exposed to the concept of "romantic pleasures," was unusually confused for a moment.

How old are you again?

Gojo Satoru then realized that he still didn't know the exact age of the Kamo family head.

Seventeen... This number flashed through Kazuma Hagoromo's mind as he spoke the age the game had randomly assigned him.

"Yes, twenty-seven."

"Isn't he a year younger than me?"

Upon realizing that he was the senior, Gojo Satoru immediately became smug, holding the spoon and soufflé together with one hand while using the other to vigorously rub the black-haired youth's head.

By the way, has he recently become a bit addicted to rubbing other people's heads?

"It's not good to always try to take advantage of others, junior—"

The more he thought about how he was indeed a senior, the happier he became. Gojo Satoru happily took his precious soufflé breakfast to the sofa and sat down.

He's not currently in the Five Rules family, which always emphasizes rules, and he's long since grown tired of those rigid dogmas, so he's now eating while watching TV!

Kazuma Hatori's black hair was ruffled, and he stood there for a moment, giving a disappointed "hmm," before cheering himself up again.

This attempt to bribe them with soufflés also failed...

It's okay, the players won't give up!

"…………"

Gojo Satoru, who had been stealing glances at Hagoromo Kazuma's reaction from behind his sunglasses, silently looked away.

Are you really that disappointed?

Several times now, they've all had that eager look on their faces, looking forward to hearing him shout. You can clearly feel that their reactions are completely different from when they hear those old guys at the higher-ups shouting.

If, really, I had to make him shout it, I'd treat it as a joke... No, no, how could I let this kid push his luck... But thinking about it from another angle, it's just shouting once... No, no, he's a senior, after all...

While arguing with himself in his mind, Gojo Satoru held the plate in one hand and used the other hand to scoop a piece from the edge of the soufflé with a spoon, feeling almost no resistance—then put it in his mouth—it was incredibly delicious.

Faced with this taste and texture that suited him perfectly, Gojo Satoru began to waver again.

—Considering how delicious he is at making soufflés, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to give him a shout-out.

"Has the culprit behind the previous snow mountain accident been found?"

Picking up his own breakfast, Kazuma Hatori sat down next to Satoru Gojo.

The default outfit he wore when entering the game had been changed to a white shirt and trousers, which made the aloof black-haired youth lose some of his solemn and distant aura and become more approachable and down-to-earth.

Gojo Satoru has a great eye for fashion; not only did he choose the perfect size, but the casual cut and style also suited Hagoromo Kazuma very well.

Those fancy styles were just a joke he made; he didn't actually intend to buy those clothes for Kazuma Hatori.

Moreover, all of these expenses were paid by Gojo Satoru; he didn't have to pay a single penny.

In Gojo Satoru's words—

[Consider this a reverse gift from me!]

When his sunglasses were pushed up, the beautiful Daigo, who filled his entire field of vision, winked at him with one eye and then playfully and proudly repeated the line he had said before.

Kazuma Hatake's goodwill led him to immediately embark on another rocket-powered voyage.

He hasn't come back yet.

The silver pine needle koi leisurely swayed their tail fins in the aquarium behind them, opening their mouths to exhale a series of bubbles.

"This Level 2 assessment task was directly assigned to Principal Night Moth from the higher-ups, without going through the college."

After swallowing his soufflé, Gojo Satoru spoke, also putting aside all the random thoughts that had just popped into his head.

No way, he's a senior in the industry! (Don't call him "handsome dad"!)

"As expected, it's still those old men going against me."

Kazuma Hatake's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he began to think about when would be the right day to unleash his killing spree.

Never mind, players are good at killing NPCs anytime, he'll go now.

"Hey, hey, don't rush."

Gojo Satoru restrained Hagoromo Kazuma, who was itching to charge and was about to draw his gun.

"I'm still secretly investigating the higher-ups, but it's only a matter of time before the truth comes out, since Hui's entrance exam results still need to be submitted."

"I want to tell you that the investigation into Megumi's older sister, Tsumiki, is showing some progress."