Chapter 195
Time passed quickly. Once Gojo Satoru confirmed that he had awakened the [No Limits] technique, everyone in the Gojo family showed a relieved expression, as if to say, "That's only natural."
There will be no second candidate to succeed as the head of the Gojo family.
Gojo Satoru already enjoyed top-tier treatment in terms of food and lodging among his generation. After the announcement of his status as heir, the elders promoted him to a higher level, allocating him resources almost equivalent to those of the head of the family.
His daily schedule was immediately and systematically filled with training for sorcerers and elite education that was among the best in the three families.
Gojo Satoru had no complaints about training that could enhance his own strength, but he was very impatient with memorizing those pedantic rules and doctrines, as well as the colder principle of prioritizing the interests of the Gojo family.
It's as if he's just a cog in the family, and his parents' only contribution is giving birth to him, a crucial part that had been missing for hundreds of years but can now fit in perfectly, finally allowing the Gojo family's massive profit machine to run at full power.
If other children with weak self-awareness were instilled with similar ideas from a young age, and were in a superior position of vested interests, they would most likely accept these theories and rules without any obstacles, and continue to implement them without hesitation in order to maintain and consolidate the ruling position of their own class.
However, Gojo Satoru possesses a strong and clear sense of self, has a very clear subjective thinking ability, and is not easily swayed by external factors.
For example, he would have a blank, expressionless face and sit up very upright, but in reality, he would be daydreaming throughout the entire theoretical indoctrination process, until the time for this successor education class, which was specially set up for him, finally came to an end.
The teacher couldn't scold him either, because no matter what question he asked this extremely intelligent young master Wu, the other party could answer it with exceptional fluency—extracting exactly what he had said, word for word.
Upon closer inspection, while Gojo Satoru appeared to be listening attentively, a small, yellowed corner of his book was visible beneath his open textbook, clearly indicating that a book unrelated to the current lesson was also being held down...
The teacher hesitated, his long goat beard trembling slightly before he silently packed his things, pretending not to have seen Gojo Satoru daydreaming in class.
Well, it's understandable that Young Master Wu, who has shown exceptional intelligence at such a young age, and whose high level of comprehension is praised by the other teachers, would find the material too simple.
Seeing that the ideological education teacher was about to leave without saying anything, Gojo Satoru secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Gojo Tatsuo and the others found out, they'd definitely start nagging again.
He stood up, bowed, and saw off the esteemed old man who was said to have taught three generations of the Gojo family head. He then closed and tidied up the textbook on the table, along with the books he had borrowed using his inheritance privileges, and tucked them into his arm.
The elders did indeed give him the highest treatment, but he was incredibly nagging. He not only liked to lecture people all the time, but also always added all sorts of extra schedules for him without his permission.
Aside from sleeping, he has been spending less and less time alone lately.
Whether or not he can rest is secondary, but it also means that Ichima will have less time to appear, which makes Gojo Satoru not very happy.
As he walked out of the somewhat secluded school and crossed the courtyard alone along the wooden corridor, he happened to hear lively voices coming from the other side.
Gojo Satoru glanced over there and saw several peers of similar age to him, chasing and laughing while waving tree branches, as if they were holding samurai swords forged through countless hammer blows rather than tree branches.
"Take me with you, and let me play with you too!"
"No way! You lost your match with Yota, so this afternoon Yota will be playing 'GA Racing' with me. My dad specially bought it for me. It's super exciting!"
"Hmph, I'll ask my dad to buy it for me when I get back..."
"It's not something you can just buy and play anytime. This game needs to be installed on a PS (PlayStation) to run."
"Wow, that's amazing! I heard it's a game console that was only released six months ago, right? I can't believe your dad actually bought it for you!"
"It's alright—my dad would agree to this kind of request."
The sunlight streaming into the courtyard was lovely, and the spring breeze was gentle. The camphor tree growing in the yard was very lush, and countless dappled sunlight rustled through it, feeling cool and refreshing against the skin—a truly delightful sensation.
Gojo Satoru stood alone in the shadows under the corridor, watching quietly.
He had seen those people at the family banquet during the Lunar New Year and remembered their names. They even sat in the same classroom for some general education courses, but they had hardly spoken to each other.
Perhaps because Gojo Satoru had been looking in that direction for a while, the children noticed him standing there and immediately became more subdued.
In this main residence of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru never needs to give his name—his striking silver-white short hair and eyes that are lighter than azure are enough for anyone to recognize who he is.
They stopped fighting and instead huddled together whispering.
"Hey, isn't that..."
"Ah, it's Gojo Satoru, right?"
"They're looking this way, with such a cold expression."
Should we invite him to come and play?
"They are the designated heir to the family headship, and they must be looking down on us for playing such low-class games."
"Shh, my dad said I can't play with him, or I'll get scolded if the elders find out."
"Come play GA Racing at my place, it'll definitely be more fun than in the arcade!"
Soon, the children dispersed nonchalantly under Gojo Satoru's gaze, leaving the branches scattered on the ground as if nothing had happened in the courtyard—their eyes met briefly, but that was the end of it.
Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward alone, without offering any opinion.
The wind gently blew across his short hair, making it stand up restlessly, like a pure white kitten that hadn't licked its fur in a long time.
Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up on this deserted road.
"I can beat them even without the tree branch."
At first glance, it seemed like he was just talking to himself, but then a beautiful little golden-red bird fluttered out of his shadow and gently landed on his shoulder.
“I’m sure I can play video games really well,” Gojo Satoru continued. “Whether it’s racing or anything else.”
He had never actually been exposed to video game consoles, which the elders considered frivolous and a waste of time, but Gojo Satoru had that confidence.
Kazuma Hato, whose size was barely larger than a chubby bird, rubbed his round little head against Satoru Gojo's neck.
"I'll come and play with you then. I'll definitely be a good partner."
Kazuma Hatori was equally confident—he was a great partner who had played countless games with Satoru in both playthroughs.
The warm, soft dumpling tickled his skin, finally making Gojo Satoru, who had been expressionless the whole time, burst into laughter.
"You only have claws and wings, how are you going to play games with me?"—He gently poked the miniature phoenix's body with his finger, his voice seemingly complaining but filled with a cheerful tone, "You can only watch me play obediently and then praise me for being super good."
"Then I'll watch you play and praise you for being amazing."
Hagoromo Kazuma gladly recounted the story.
He wasn't sure if he could regain his human form in this playthrough, so maybe he could practice playing the game with his claws first.
Gojo Satoru laughed again, and the action of poking Kazuma was changed to gently stroking its head with his fingertips.
He's incredibly cute when he smiles, but unfortunately, all the heavy workload and etiquette he has to follow weigh on Gojo Satoru, which means he rarely shows any obvious emotions on his face.
Especially when his servants were around to take care of him, if Gojo Satoru did anything even slightly out of line, he would be quietly advised that he was "behaving improperly".
When Kazuma Hatori recalled the lively and spirited Satoru from his time at the vocational high school, he found it hard to imagine how much his true nature was being suppressed in his current life.
"It doesn't matter,"
Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up, "I'll wait until I'm more capable."
When he gets older, he'll have the game console he wants to play, or the big house where they live together.
"--Um."
………
A few days later, to celebrate Gojo Satoru's awakening of the [No Limits] technique, his servants knelt respectfully and brought him a brand new, handmade kimono.
When Gojo Satoru unfolded it, it was a light blue yukata with a dragonfly pattern. The fabric was soft and lightweight, a style usually worn in spring and summer.
Dragonflies are also known as "victory insects," which are not only a classic summer motif but also a symbol of "victory" that warriors and generals greatly admire. At this time, the dragonfly is given to him by the clan, which clearly expresses the wish that he [stands out from the crowd and achieves great success].
The last time I sent him a kimono with an iris pattern, which also symbolized a prayer for victory.
"Thanks."
Gojo Satoru nodded and accepted it. After all, it was just a piece of clothing; he could wear it casually.
"Elder Chenxiong and the others are all eagerly anticipating your growth."
After relaying this incidental message, the servant closed the door and left.
After she left, Gojo Satoru casually tossed the yukata aside and collapsed onto the tatami mat, remaining motionless.
As soon as Kazuma Hatori emerged from the shadows, he was caught with pinpoint accuracy, pulled into a tight embrace, and continued staring blankly at the ceiling.
His bedroom was very large and also very spacious. Apart from some essential furniture, there were only a few decorations hanging on the walls, which were wiped clean by the servants who came to clean every day.
Apart from the new yukata that was just thrown on the tatami, it seemed that only the few old books, math textbooks and draft papers that Gojo Satoru had previously scattered haphazardly on the table gave the impression that someone actually lived here.
There are no toys or game consoles available for entertainment. How can the next head of the Gojo family be addicted to such childish things?
He himself had just returned from observing a cursed spirit exorcism, which he euphemistically called "the need to accumulate experience in fighting enemies and cultivate combat sensitivity from a young age."
But no one asked him what he really wanted. Even the pattern on his yukata reflected their expectations of him, not his own.
Ugh...so annoying.
With his eyes closed, Gojo Satoru thought to himself as he changed from lying on his back to lying on his side, as if he wanted to take a short nap to replenish his energy before the afternoon classes started.
As he gets older, not only does he refine and control his magical power, but his endlessly analyzing intelligence [six eyes] also cause him to feel tired when his brain energy is over-exhausted.
Kazuma Hatori stared at Satoru Gojo for a moment, then suddenly asked him a question.
"Want to try sneaking out to play?"
Gojo Satoru, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly opened them wide and round—even his words of response became forceful and resounding.
"want."
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