Chapter 41

"Recovering top-grade cursed artifacts? Why do we need you to do it? Just find someone to assist in supervising or [window] to do it."

He mumbled a drawn-out sound, crossed his legs, and placed his heels on the ground. He leaned back against the chair back until he supported himself on the two front legs, leaving only the two back legs to support him on the ground. He was half-lying down, swaying back and forth, relying entirely on his excellent balance to keep his body steady.

If Principal Moth saw this super relaxed sitting posture, he would say that he was too lazy and did not have the proper demeanor of a teacher at all.

But right now, only Kazuma Hatake and Megumi Fushiguro are in this meeting room.

If Fushiguro Megumi chose to ignore this, then Hatori Kazuma's reaction was quite straightforward.

The temperature in May was just right. Instead of his usual outfit of a high-necked black jacket and trousers, Gojo Satoru wore a simple long-sleeved T-shirt and a loose white shirt, which was also loosely open. Along with his pure white hair that was not tied up by the eye mask, he looked relaxed, comfortable and carefree.

"May I take a picture?"

Kazuma Hatori took out his phone from his pocket, skillfully turned on the camera function, and aimed it at Satoru Gojo.

Ever since he first asked Gojo Satoru if he could take a picture, and Gojo Satoru happily agreed, taking pictures of Gojo Satoru in various situations with his phone has almost become a conditioned reflex for Kazuma Hatori.

After all, his tall and slender figure, standing at a full 1.9 meters, allows Gojo Satoru to effortlessly perform this half-stretched body movement, presenting a particularly attractive lightness and tension. It is like a bow being slowly drawn back, or as beautiful as a white crane flying on water, with every feather shimmering in the sunlight and mist, like a crystal pearl falling into the azure sky.

In short, Kazuma Hatake is absolutely smitten.

"Huh?"

Gojo Satoru, who was playing with an ordinary chair like a rocking chair, didn't change his posture, but turned his head towards Hatake Kazuma's direction.

The soft white hair that was scattered on the back of the chair was brushed against and stood up a little, like a ball of crumpled cotton candy, sweet, fluffy and soft, falling into Kazuma Hatori's eyes.

I really want to touch it...

Before Kazuma Hagoromo could even speak, Satoru Gojo pinched one side of the temple of the sunglasses with his thumb and forefinger, lifted it up, and let the blue eyes behind the sunglasses wink at him, smiling slyly and triumphantly.

With his handsome face and stylish outfits, it's no wonder he could charm the other person!

"Okay, let's take the picture—remember to make me look handsome! How's this pose?"

"no problem,"

The phone kept adjusting its angle, producing a clicking sound, accompanied by Kazuma Hatake's extremely sincere praise.

"So cool."

"Haha, really? How about this?"

"So handsome it touches my heart."

"Hahaha, I guessed so!"

"…………"

Sitting next to the two, Fushiguro Megumi's gaze gradually drifted off into a daze.

I want to disappear from here right now...

After Kazuma Hatori finished taking his photos and put away his phone, Gojo Satori gave him a smug, indulgent smile and turned his gaze back to Megumi Fushiguro.

"Hui, you still haven't told me the reason."

Although he fulfilled Kazuma Hatake's wish first, he didn't forget the task Fushiguro Megumi had just given him. After all, he's a super nice guy who cares about his students!

Fushiguro Megumi, who was suddenly brought back to reality from her absent-minded reverie, hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Ah? Ah... It was Mr. Ijichi who told me. He said that the seal on a special-grade cursed artifact in Sendai is showing signs of loosening, and the [window] there is confirming it."

“If there is any loosening, [Window] and the assistant supervisor may be attacked by cursed spirits on their way back...that’s why I was assigned to retrieve it.”

“The seal is loosening…” Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and asked him.

"Which top-grade cursed artifact do you want to retrieve, Ryoumen Sukuna's finger?"

As top-tier cursed objects, the power of curses varies—the most dangerous of all is Ryomen Sukuna's fingers.

Not only is it impossible to destroy, but the effectiveness of the sorcerer's seal cannot keep up with the rate at which the curse is strengthening, making it an increasingly troublesome thing.

"This is it. It was placed at Sugisawa Third High School in Sendai as a talisman against evil spirits."

Fushiguro nodded. "I'll take charge of the retrieval once I get confirmation from [the window]."

The second-year students have all gone on other missions. Hui has only been enrolled for a month, so it's appropriate for her to do this kind of mission, which isn't very dangerous, as a way to hone her skills and accumulate experience before becoming a formal mage.

"Sure, it doesn't sound too difficult anyway."

Gojo Satoru spread his hands and gave Kuroko a thumbs-up.

"Sendai is a small place with a population of only one million. Even if a cursed spirit is generated there, it would only be at level two or three. It's nothing compared to Tokyo. I believe Ei can handle it, yay!"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at the thumbs-up raised in front of him and remained silent.

"Um."

Completely overwhelmed by Gojo-sensei's enthusiasm, he dryly replied, "I will."

Today is a weekend without classes, and the investigation has made new progress. With no tasks to complete, Gojo Satoru, leaning back in his chair, stretched comfortably, feeling exceptionally relaxed.

“Alright, Kamo-sensei and I are going shopping now,” Gojo Satoru asked. “Does Megumi want to come along? Dinner’s on me.”

"Thank you, but I won't go."

Fukuro immediately sprang to his feet and took his leave.

He didn't want to bother those two; it would be like going out with a super-bright light bulb strapped to his waist!

"Wow, you run really fast."

Gojo Satoru watched Fushiguro Megumi leave, then turned to ask Hagoromo Kazuma in a soft voice, his voice still revealing obvious confusion.

"Is Hui shy?"

Kazuma Hatori, who hadn't paid any attention to Fushiguro Megumi's mindset, was also confused for a moment before shaking his head.

"I have absolutely no idea."

Gojo Satoru propped his head up and thought for a while before deciding to ignore it—a young boy in his adolescence has a lot of complicated emotions in his heart, and he doesn’t need to understand them all; he just needs to protect them!

"Never mind, the weather's so nice, let's go shopping by ourselves."

Gojo Satoru straightened up with a "heave-ho" and put the tilted chair back in its place.

"Besides, I haven't bought a new pair of sunglasses since you scared me so much last time. This spare pair just doesn't feel very comfortable to wear."

It was one thing before, but I never expected that he would actually suffer such a tragedy as accidentally leaking his magical power due to being too shocked, resulting in the instant death of a pair of sunglasses.

"good."

Kazuma Hatori readily agreed, saying he could never get tired of shopping with the beautiful Daigo.

Although he said he was going shopping to buy sunglasses, Gojo Satoru's sunglasses are actually custom-made, and he has a regular store to visit.

He usually wears easy-to-put-on and take-off goggles when going on missions and never thinks about ordering new ones. This time, after changing into casual clothes and wearing spare sunglasses that he couldn't get used to no matter how he adjusted them, Gojo Satoru finally remembered that he needed to buy a new pair of sunglasses.

Just as the busy period of missions and teaching came to an end, Gojo Satoru, familiar with the place, led Hatake Kazuma to the glasses shop.

"Hi, boss—"

Gojo Satoru greeted the boss familiarly, with his other hand on Hatori Kazuma's shoulder.

"Sorry—I accidentally broke the sunglasses I ordered before, so I'll have to buy another pair."

"It's Mr. Gojo! Long time no see. You look quite energetic. Did something good happen?"

Upon hearing the sound, the shopkeeper looked up from behind the counter, glanced at Gojo Satoru and Hagoromo Kazuma for a few moments, and then greeted them with a smile.

“I suppose so,” Gojo Satoru laughed, his voice sounding quite cheerful.

"I've had quite a few good things happen to me lately. How long will it take to make these new sunglasses?"

"You haven't finished using the lenses you ordered before, so making a new pair won't take long."

The shop owner asked, "Is the frame selection the same as last time?"

"Yes, thank you for your help—"

After a brief exchange with the shop owner, Wu Tiao Wu finalized his needs. All he had to do was wait for the shop owner to slightly polish the edges of the lenses and fit them into the frame before he could wear them.

When Gojo Satoru turned his gaze back, he saw that Hatori Kazuma had a hint of curiosity in his expression, so he took the initiative to answer his question.

Or rather, the black-haired youth's face didn't actually reveal any obvious emotions. It was only after spending a long time with him that Gojo Satoru was able to keenly sense that the other person was probably curious about his sunglasses.

“My eyes are special, you know that,”

Gojo Satoru, who already had his arm around Hato Kazuma's shoulder, turned his head to the side, lowered his voice, and explained in a low voice, almost as if he were whispering to the other person.

"If I don't cover it up, my eyes will be constantly analyzing the surrounding magical energy information with a huge amount of data, which would be too tiring."

"Eye masks and sunglasses are worn to prevent the brain from being overloaded with data processing. They can block some data by isolating the eyes."

"So, I usually wear that goggles when I go on missions. The advantage of it is that it is soft, very stable once it is fixed, easy to take off, and I don't have to worry about it being damaged or lost by external forces."

“But it would look strange to wear an eye mask with casual clothes, right? So I wear these sunglasses with special lenses.”

Gojo Satoru took off his spare pair of sunglasses and put them on Hatori Kazuma.

"Try it, it'll be basically pitch black, okay?"

Kazuma Hatori reached out and caught the sunglasses that were perched on his nose, steadyed them, and earnestly began to experience the perspective that Satoru Gojo usually had when looking at the outside world.

"Hmm... I can't see anything except for a vague outline."

If you ignore the little bit of light that seeps through the gaps in the sunglasses, it's almost indistinguishable from the perspective of a blind person.

"Right?"

At this point, Gojo Satoru slightly increased the distance between them, pinching his chin and scrutinizing them.

"But looking at it closely, you actually look pretty cool in sunglasses... I might as well buy you a pair with normal lenses. Do you have a style in mind?"

“Same as you,” Kazuma Hatake replied without blinking.

Since we bought the same shirts, of course we have to get the same sunglasses too!

Just thinking about it makes me so happy!

"—That's an answer that's really not surprising at all."

Gojo narrowed his eyes, seemingly both helpless and used to the answer, but the corners of his lips subtly curled up.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy you the same pair. Boss—"

"Okay!"

"Ah, since we're already here, why don't we go to the coffee shop on the corner later? Their raspberry cheesecake is super delicious!"

"good."

"Then we'll play games tonight! I've been wanting to play that newly released two-player game for ages!"

"good."

Wearing sunglasses for the blind, Kazuma Hatori nodded seemingly coldly, while Satoru Gojo smiled happily.

A soft, light atmosphere surrounded the two of them, even sweeter than a raspberry cake.