Chapter 68
Finally, the assistant supervisor made several phone calls and sped to the TV station building, wiping his sweat and bowing repeatedly, to see off the police officers who had received the order to retreat.
As soon as the car door opened, Gojo Satoru let out a "heave-ho" and threw the minister, who had woken up halfway through the journey but was knocked unconscious again, into the back seat. Then, he squeezed in and sat down in the [unscrupulous] car, forcibly pushing the man into a corner to slump over.
He didn't want any part of his body to touch this old man; it was all dirty from rolling around in the dust, so he kept it away with [no limits].
Gojo Gosuke could not possibly reflect on the fact that he was the one who caused this minister to go from being glamorous to being bruised and battered in an instant.
Kazuma Hato had to sit in the front passenger seat because his original back seat was occupied.
"Please keep a low profile, please keep a low profile."
The assistant supervisor was so exhausted that he started using honorifics. He had no idea that his contribution to the entire mission would be how he handled the police's questioning.
"Even if you find the culprit, don't beat them half to death in broad daylight and then drag them out of the TV station in broad daylight..."
"I didn't do it on purpose."
Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, sprawling out like a lazy pancake, and offered an incredibly innocent explanation.
"After all, I'm like a mouse to a cat among the curse masters. If I show myself and don't act in time, they'll burrow into the ground and disappear like mice that are digging holes."
"really……"
On this point, even the assistant had to admit that Gojo Satoru was right.
"But there's no reason to find the murderer so easily... Aren't you worried about being arrested and ending up on the news? Luckily, I contacted the police in time, and they'll report that you were a helpful citizen who exposed the murderer and helped subdue him... Well, at least that should stop the public outcry."
"Oh, and I also need to tell them not to reveal their names or show any revealing photos..."
The assistant supervisor muttered to himself, making a mental note of the matter, when suddenly he heard Gojo Satoru ask a question.
"By the way, when is the episode of that show we participated in today airing?"
"It should be next Tuesday... wait a minute,"
The assistant supervisor slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to look at Gojo Satoru with a look of utter shock.
"You guys went to an audition???"
He received two bewildered faces, each one clearly showing his self-awareness and the thought that "with their qualifications, it's only natural that they would pass."
“……………”
The assistant supervisor fell silent, completely bewildered as to how things had unfolded this way—he really went to become an entertainer?
"That was just a cover, a way to give you free access to the TV station..."
Who says you have to audition just because you made an appointment? As long as you have an excuse when people ask, you can just brush it off!
The assistant supervisor wiped his face, feeling more exhausted than ever before.
"Then I'll go back and negotiate with the TV station to have that episode taken off the air and have a new episode recorded to replace it..."
Gojo Satoru looked doubtful: "Can you do it? There's no time to do that."
It's the weekend now. If we re-record and do post-production, how can we possibly make it to Tuesday's broadcast?
Assistant supervisor: "…………"
Assistant Supervisor: "So you don't mind if the show gets broadcast?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect me anyway."
Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and answered casually.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "But, I'll definitely record a copy and send it to those old guys to see, hehehe..."
As he continued, Gojo Satoru could vividly imagine how the old men's faces grew increasingly sour, and he began to chuckle with a wicked sense of amusement.
Assistant supervisor: "…………"
The curse master in the back seat was still unconscious, but his whole body trembled, as if he had recalled the excruciating pain of being hit on the head by countless things that were thrown up until he fainted.
…………
The curse master who caused the [haunting incident] was successfully handed over to the high school, and Gojo Satoru and Hato Kazuma no longer needed to handle the subsequent procedures.
They're processing tasks so quickly that the weekend isn't even over yet.
Gojo Satoru is particularly looking forward to seeing what kind of reaction he will get after giving the cassette tape he burned to the old men of the Gojo family when the program airs next Tuesday.
"Anyway, he'll probably be furious and curse me out in private. At most, he'll send a letter reprimanding me for breaking the rules, and for making such a big public appearance as the future head of the Gojo family."
Although these were all predictable and clichéd reactions, he insisted on provoking those old men who always annoyed him, making them yell and scream in anger.
Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and walked side by side with Hato Kazuma on the streets of Tokyo where the streetlights had not yet been turned on.
They planned to buy some snacks and replenish some daily necessities.
Because the Spellcasting Academy is located in a very remote suburb, it's not as convenient to buy anything as it is in the city, and the variety of goods is not as abundant.
"I'm free tonight, what should I do?"
Gojo Satoru stretched lazily, then suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, what exactly is your technique? I forgot to ask."
"[Ten Directions Maha], but I don't know how to use it yet."
Kazuma Hatake read out the name of the spell the game had assigned him, and then checked again to make sure that its available skills were still locked.
"Shifang...is it related to space?"
After a moment of contemplation, Gojo Satoru immediately deduced the core mechanism of the technique.
"Hmm," Kazuma Hatake asked in surprise, "How did you guess that?"
"The ten directions are a Buddhist term, usually referring to the ten directions of east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, up, and down, representing the immeasurable and boundless space."
In many non-general subjects, Gojo Satoru, who possessed a vast collection of ancient books in the mansion, had a much richer knowledge than Hatori Kazuma.
"Of course, there is another way of saying it."
—Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and looked at Hagoromo Kazuma.
"The ten directions actually refer to heaven, earth, east, west, south, north, the gate of life, the position of death, the past, and the future."
"I don't really understand."
Hagoromo Kazuma shook his head honestly.
"That makes sense. How do you usually come into contact with this kind of Buddhist knowledge? I happen to be going home next week, so I'll find some relevant information for you."
Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder with a smile, reassuring Hatori Kazuma.
“A spell is often a concept brought into reality, and the name is a general summary of its core application principles, which emerges naturally. Now that you know the name, you can imagine what effect it will have when you infuse negative energy into the spell.”
"Don't worry, as long as you carefully master the flow and infusion of magical power, the sequence of spells is quite easy to learn!"
Gojo Satoru patiently shared his experience, but Hatori Kazuma could only choke up as he listened.
He had a premonition that he would soon be called a sorcery idiot again.
After all, his brain is his brain, and his gaming skills are his gaming skills; these two things cannot be confused at all...
Kazuma Hatori remained silent, feeling Gojo Satoru's gaze on him gradually become dangerous, roughly meaning—you kid, you can't even understand how to use spells, even though I've explained it so clearly.
Is there a problem with his teaching or with the other student's learning?
Let's use the process of elimination first; what he taught must be correct!
The pressure, as if a beautiful young girl was being silently accused, forced Kazuma Hatake to change the subject, almost blurting it out.
"Um... let's go fishing."
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