Chapter 24, Day 5 (Intermission)
Perhaps Zhichuan isn't a fool.
That's what Mingming thought at that moment.
In the minds of free-spirited first-level sorcerers, the young sorcerer named Erikawa Arata had leveled up very quickly. Although his talent was rather mediocre—after all, sorcerers place too much emphasis on bloodline, and without an excellent bloodline, it is destined to be difficult to match good talent—Erikawa Arata was undoubtedly the fastest-growing first-year student in the previous year, excluding the later-enrolled Etoki Yuuta.
Mingming always thought this child was quite smart.
At least from the perspective of the progress of sorcery, that is the case.
result.
...Tsk.
How should I put it?
To put it nicely, they just haven't quite caught up yet; to put it bluntly, they're just stupid.
God knows how Edagawa or this person could, after hearing her say "You are Gojo Satoru's favorite student," seriously add, "His favorites are probably Otsuko Yuta and Fushiguro Megumi."
Mingming felt that if Gojo Satoru were there, eight out of ten people would be dumbfounded.
For a fleeting moment, she even considered recording those words and showing them to Gojo Satoru, hoping they could serve as a tool to mock him.
In short, this is definitely cross-server chat.
But upon closer reflection, something seemed a little strange.
Who is Gojo Satoru?
His attitude was extremely arrogant, excessively flamboyant to the point of being inhuman. He often acted completely independently and could even say things like "kill all the superiors" without any scruples.
If it weren't for his overwhelming strength, given Gojo Satoru's personality, he would have been beaten to death ten years ago when he was still a high school student.
He is someone who will never restrain himself.
Including desire.
This wave... could it be that she overestimated Gojo Satoru?
Mingming turned her head to look at the young boy beside her, and her gaze met that of Egawa, who was glancing sideways. Their eyes met the iris colors that resembled the surging waves of Yokohama Harbor.
I don’t know if it’s because of the procedure, but Edakawa’s eyes look very peculiar.
Looking into it, it seems to stretch on forever.
In this respect, he is definitely from the same lineage as Gojo Satoru.
She had seen Gojo Satoru before, with his blindfold removed and sunglasses on, looking like a blind person. In fact, when she was still at the Jujutsu High School, Gojo Satoru appeared in front of her in that state.
His appearance is different from what it is now.
He doesn't wear an eye patch; instead, he always wears sunglasses perched on his nose, looking just like someone playing the erhu under a pedestrian bridge.
Beneath the sunglasses were a pair of pale blue eyes, with long, slender eyelashes as white as snow.
Ignoring the strange and unfriendly glances that occasionally appear, those eyes alone are indeed endless.
It was as if the sky stretched out in his eyes.
In contrast, Edgawa was like the deep sea expanding in his eyes.
Even if you keep diving deeper and deeper, you'll never have a chance to reach the edge of the ocean.
Instead, it will only give the ocean the opportunity to devour itself.
"What's wrong, Sister Mingming?"
Coming to her senses, she noticed a slight hint of doubt settling in the boy's eyes, a genuine bewilderment that condensed under Yokohama's not-so-bright sunlight.
She paused for half a second, then finally said, "No, it's nothing."
For a fleeting moment, she hesitated, and in that very brief instant, she chose to steer clear of the topic she had just discussed.
She doesn't work for free.
Who cares who he likes the most?
Gojo Satoru's mess is left for him to handle.
****
"Achoo." The teacher, far away in Tokyo, sneezed.
Nanami Kento looked up from the newspaper in his hand, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Gojo Satoru, who was sitting opposite him: "Got a cold?"
“No,” Gojo Satoru said.
Nanami Kento lowered his head and said calmly, "Then it's possible that someone is cursing you."
"?"
Gojo Satoru was utterly confident. "You're overthinking it, Nanami. How could anyone possibly insult me?"
"..."
Nanami Kento: What nonsense!
It's important to understand that while Gojo Satoru may be completely unaware of his own understanding in some aspects, those around him are quite aware of it.
Nanami Kento is one of them.
Others might have argued against that statement, but the reliable adult male Nana Ming didn't intend to say anything more, since saying anything more would be pointless.
With a rustling sound, Nanami Kento folded up the newspaper. "So, what brings you here, Mr. Gojo?"
“You’ve asked the key question, Nanami.” Gojo Satoru raised a finger, his tone rising, as if he had been waiting for this sentence all along. “There’s something I need to ask you.”
The newspaper was placed on the coffee table in front of him. Nanami Kento adjusted his glasses and said, "I refuse."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "Don't refuse so quickly, Nanami. At least listen to what my request is."
So Nanami Kento very politely asked, "What?"
“It’s about Ryoumen Sukuna,” Gojo Satoru said.
As a sorcerer, one cannot be unaware of the existence of Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses, a curse that existed even a thousand years ago during the heyday of sorcery.
The twenty fingers that were cut off after his death were also top-grade cursed objects, and could not be destroyed by any method, so the only option was to seal them. Apart from the few collected by the high school and the one that Yuujin Itadori swallowed, the remaining dozen or so sealed fingers are scattered in various corners of Japan.
"Have you heard about the fact that one of the freshmen in this year's vocational college is a vessel for Su Nuo?"
"certainly."
Nanami Kento had certainly heard of the boy who had recently appeared and was known as the "Vessel of Sukuna".
After all, the development of this event was very unexpected. For a normal person to swallow Sukuna's finger would only result in a curse, which is tantamount to death. The probability of becoming a vessel to contain two Sukuna is extremely small, probably comparable to the probability of having six eyes, both belonging to the kind of one in ten thousand.
When he later heard that the higher-ups had ordered the execution of the so-called "container of Sukuna," Nanami Kento was not surprised at all.
They had already figured out pretty much everything the upper echelons of the sorcery world were thinking.
When Nanami Kento later heard that Gojo Satoru had proposed a suspended death sentence, he wasn't surprised at all.
They knew exactly who Gojo Satoru was.
Not to mention the cautionary tale of Yi Gu You Tai.
There's a saying, isn't there?
History always repeats itself.
The resemblance between the top leadership's firm demand for immediate execution and Gojo Satoru's resistance to a suspended death sentence is striking.
"If I remember correctly, the higher-ups reported that he had died not long ago."
Gojo Satoru made no attempt to hide it, saying, "Because I was the one who made Shoko write the report that way."
Even without seeing his eyes, it's not hard to sense his smugness from his tone and subtle details.
Qihai: "..."
Nanami: As expected of you.
"So, he's not dead?"
"No, this is exactly what I need to ask you," Gojo Satoru said with a smile. "Is there any problem, Nanami?"
Don't you have time?
"Isn't that inevitable? I'm very busy."
Nanami Kento continued, "Who else knows?"
"Hmm." The white-haired schoolteacher tilted his chin up in thought. "Me, you, Shoko, and Ijichi... that's about it."
He clenched his right fist, and as he pronounced a name, he opened one finger at a time until only his thumb remained bent, forming the number "four".
"I understand," Nanami Kento said, putting his legs down.
That's considered an agreement.
“Yay!” Gojo Satoru stood up. “Let’s go then, Nanami, I’ll introduce you to your lovely junior.”
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