Chapter 10, Day 2 (Intermission)
Gojo Satoru got angry.
I can be certain of this.
Gojo Satoru was genuinely angry.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said he wanted to kill all the higher-ups.
Ichi felt utterly helpless, wanting only to cry out in his heart, "Someone save the child!" On the cold operating table at the other end of the room lay Hisahito Itadori's body, and he wished he were lying on it himself.
"Splash."
Just as he hesitated, the door was opened.
High heels, a white coat, and long brown hair.
"Miss Ieiri!" Ichichi exclaimed with elation.
"Don't always make things difficult for Ijichi." Ieiri Shoko overheard Gojo Satoru's conversation with him and spoke up for Ijichi, being very considerate. She twirled a strand of hair with her index finger, "He's in a difficult position too, caught between us and the upper echelons."
Ijichi: QAQ
That's right!! Miss Ieiri, please elaborate!!
But Shoko Ieiri didn't say much as he expected. She quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, you still value your students so much."
This was an ambiguous statement that leaned towards an exclamation. Iji immediately realized why Ieiri Shoko had said "still," and understood who she was referring to.
The answer is undoubtedly—
Zhichuan or.
Earlier, during the nearly week-long period when Edakawa was inexplicably asleep, she said to Gojo Satoru, "You care about Edakawa a lot."
The white-haired sorcerer tilted his head and said matter-of-factly, "Of course. After all, he is my student, so it's normal for me to think of my student's best interests."
Her expressionless gaze swept over Gojo Satoru, and she asked calmly, "Is that all?"
Is that all?
Gojo Satoru did not answer.
Shoko Ieiri approached the operating table and lifted the white cloth covering Hisahito Itadori with one hand.
On the operating table, the boy's lips were deathly pale, his skin was bare, and in the very center of his chest was a dark slit. That was the wound torn open by Sukuna, through which the heart of the boy named Itadori Hisahito had been ripped out.
“The vessel of Sukuna.” She turned her head, behind her were Gojo Satoru sitting and Iji Tomo standing next to him.
While Gojo Satoru was talking to Iji Tomo, Ieiri Shoko ignored her, first putting on a mask and then grabbing a pair of gloves before asking, "I'm about to start the dissection. Do you want to watch?"
Ijichi's eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets, staring intently behind her as if she had witnessed something incredibly horrifying.
As for Gojo Satoru... Gojo Satoru has no eyes that can see anything, but his expression was definitely a bit off, as if something strange had happened behind him.
Ieiri Glass realized something and turned around.
Then I saw Hisahito Itadori, who had somehow gotten up and was now sitting up.
Ieiri Glass:? ? ?
Ijichi was so shocked that he stammered incoherently, only pointing in the direction of Itadori Yuuji: "Gojo-sensei..."
Gojo Satoru, whom he had called out, suddenly burst into laughter.
“It’s so noisy, Ijichi,” Gojo Satoru said.
"it's a pity."
Unlike Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko pulled off her mask and accepted the reality of Sukuna's container suddenly coming back to life with a blank expression.
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"No need to revise the report?" I asked instinctively after hearing what Gojo Satoru had just said.
"Yes." He nodded.
"So you mean... you're hiding the fact that Hisahito Itadori was resurrected from the higher-ups?"
"Yes." He nodded again, as if nothing was wrong. "Shoko, thank you for your help."
It was indeed Gojo Satoru.
It would be abnormal if you felt something was wrong.
I opened my mouth, wanting to ask why, but swallowed the words back: "Okay, no problem."
Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a good mood.
As I was thinking this, I looked away and saw the lush green trees in the courtyard.
The outstretched branches were covered with lush green leaves. I said, "You went to see Zhichuan again, didn't you?"
Gojo Satoru readily admitted, "Yes."
So I naturally thought of Edakawa.
If he had stayed at the vocational college, Zhichuan would already be a second-year student. He wasn't the most talented student in the previous year, but he was the most hardworking, and also the most regrettable student in the previous year.
I still remember Egawa's eyes; they were a clear, blue color, like a river, perfectly matching the "Kawa" in his surname.
"How is it, Edagawa?" I asked Gojo Satoru.
"How is it... or maybe it's the same as always. But I just happened to see him awake this time." He said the last part with a hint of pride.
Stop looking for Egawa; he's no longer a sorcerer.
That's what I was going to say.
But in the end, he said nothing, only sighed softly: "Whatever."
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