What mole? I'm not sure. My family doesn't have anyone by that name; they might be an impostor. Just deal with them as you see fit.
What framing? I don't know. That incident back then was an accident, wasn't it? It wasn't easy for anyone. My condolences.
The idea that everyone loses means that no one loses; if you take a step back, I will take a step back with you.
Once the spies were caught on the spot, no matter which family or where they came from, none of them could possibly remain.
Kobe Suzuo drafted another contract on the spot, forming a small squad for the spies. With a schedule of nine-to-ten and three days off per month, they were sent off to handle missions alongside Chiba Family's Atonement Squad.
By this point, the meeting, which had been going on for several days, had already drifted away from its main purpose, leaving everyone present except for Kobe Suzuo feeling extremely uncomfortable.
But it didn't end there; after Kobe Suzuo's investigation into the assassin sent the various families into a state of chaos, she turned around, offering both a slap and a sweet, began negotiating for cooperation.
Who wouldn't be envious of the Kobe Family's wealth, who wouldn't be envious of the Kobe Family's intelligence and technology?
And so, the third team was formed—the largest one yet. They worked eight-hour shifts, had two days off per week, received commissions, year-end bonuses, social insurance, housing fund, living subsidies.
This team, composed of personnel drafted from the self-defense forces of various established Jujutsu Sorcerer families, has also taken up its positions.
With three teams plus Kobe Suzuo's intelligence network, they could complete eighty percent of the missions observed by "Window" if they worked overtime.
Just when everyone had lost all patience and thought this long meeting was finally going to end.
Kobe Suzuo acted as if she had only just remembered, looked around the room, said, "I almost forgot, I have been on sick leave for a long time. How are things with Lord Tengen?"
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?! The Star Plasma Vessel has been missing for half a month, so what else can happen?!
Not to mention transformation—even if it were evolution, Tengen should have shed his human identity by now.
Asking such a question at this stage—is there any difference between that and asking if someone is dead?
The faces of the Elders of the Tengen faction were contorted with layers of wrinkles, finally squeezing out a single sentence: "Lord Tengen is doing very well right now."
Kobe Suzuo gave a short "Oh" and put away her phone. "The police just told me they've found a lead on that girl Riko Amanai. What wonderful news indeed."
Lord Tengen is safe, the young girl is safe as well.
Where is the joy?
Beside the Kammo Clan Head, the masked second-in-command could no longer hold his composure. "Does the Director have any objections regarding the matter of Lord Tengen's transformation?"
How could it be?" Kobe Suzuo's surprise was unmistakable in his voice. "Of course, I wish the best for Lord Tengen.
He lowered his head slightly, his hand resting on his right leg, which was still in a cast. "I just feel a bit guilty because I was unable to help Lord Tengen due to being sick and missing work."
Beneath the mask, no one could see the sneer on Kobe Suzuo's face. "To prevent such an incident from happening again, I intend to impose entry restrictions on the Director's Department and Jujutsu High."
Times have changed; relying too much on Cursed Techniques always has its limitations.
So our next agenda item is upgrading security measures by installing facial recognition systems in important areas such as the dormitories, assembly courtyards, warehouses.
..
After Kobe Suzuo became the Jujutsu Director, his personal information was moved to the highest level of classified files.
Only the Three Great Families and a few high-ranking members of the Elders Council know his true age and appearance; most people only know that the current Director is the head of the Kobe Family and is not very old, but nothing more specific than that.
Every generation of Jujutsu Directors has been this way; to ensure safety, masks engraved with the Sealing Sight Mark are practically welded to their faces.
Therefore, the public announcement regarding this incident was: "Kobe Suzuo, the heir to the Kobe Family and son of the current Jujutsu Director, has been assassinated and is hospitalized with severe injuries."
Kobe Suzuo was extremely satisfied with the "I am my father, I am my son" maneuver, not caring at all about the opinions of insiders, such as the future principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Masamichi Yaga had thoroughly investigated Jujutsu High before Kobe Suzuo arrived to serve as an Assistant Supervisor, so he couldn't understand how he, a mere candidate for principal, had managed to earn Kobe Suzuo's trust.
He only felt that Kobe Suzuo's level of "trouble" was on par with his own students, equally giving him a headache.
Masamichi Yaga thought about the recent movements of the Elders, his already stern and upright face looked even more weary. He tapped on the blackboard:
One last thing, then class is dismissed.
"Eeeh—" Satoru Gojo let out a sigh and slumped weakly onto the desk.
Suguru Geto twirled the pencil in his hand and turned his head to look out the window.
The piercing sunlight beat down upon the earth, waves of heat surged through the air, making the scenery appear as blurred as if it were melting; even the cicadas' cries sounded listless in the sweltering heat.
Just walking around in this kind of weather would leave you drenched in sweat, making missions exceptionally grueling.
However, nearly a week had passed since their last mission, they had only gone on two missions in total this month, having dealt with two Grade 1 Cursed Spirits with special abilities and one Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Incredibly leisurely.
Author's Note:
There's another chapter tomorrow.
Chapter 20: That Helicopter
After lying listlessly on his desk for barely two minutes, Satoru Gojo began raising his hand to ask questions with boundless energy.
Unlike his usual lazy attitude when dealing with external instructors, the questions Satoru Gojo asked were quite high-level.
He was the type of person whose mind worked exceptionally well; he was quite serious about his studies normally, was even more familiar with the knowledge in the textbooks than Masamichi Yaga, who was merely a temporary academic instructor.
These questions weren't in the lesson plans at all, forcing Masamichi Yaga to rack his brain to think of an answer, but Satoru Gojo gave Masamichi Yaga no chance to think at all:
Give it up, Mr. Yaga. You're just a homeroom teacher; substitute teaching isn't really your thing.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head back with a proud expression. "If that really doesn't work, why don't you teach something like Cursed Corpse production? After all, I'm such a genius that there's not much left for you to teach me."
A cross-shaped vein throbbed on Masamichi Yaga's forehead as he regretted his decision to cover the shift today for the countlessth time.
Lately, the time spent in the classroom has far exceeded the norm, the three highly individualistic students are no longer willing to sit quietly in a row.
Suguru Geto moved his seat to the window, while Nobara Iori moved to the back row where the lighting was better. Satoru Gojo, however, remained in the middle, but he made so many small movements that his presence in the center of the field of vision was twice as distracting.
The classroom, which already had few people in it, felt even more empty now.
Masamichi Yaga thought of the first and third-year students also attending classes in the adjacent rooms, then thought of their pitiful teaching staff, squeezing a few words through his teeth:
“.. Go study on your own.”
Since the establishment of Jujutsu High, this is the first time there has been such a high attendance rate for academic classes; if this continues, it will truly become an ordinary high school.
When will the Elders Council finally finish their meeting?
Maybe just give the students summer vacation directly; it's truly impossible without the external instructor.
Satoru Gojo, of course, was not going to study. He glanced at the time, propped his long legs up on the desk, pulled out his phone to start playing games quite openly.
An anatomical diagram was spread out on Nobara Iori's desk, she traced several lines in the air with an itch in her hands, looking as if she were about to pull out a scalpel.
It was truly too leisurely; the long-tensed nerves suddenly relaxed, leaving one at a loss as to what to do.
Suguru Geto closed his textbook and rested his chin on his hand, gazing out the window at the clouds that remained completely motionless in the sky; the sun was so intense that those few clouds were nearly being scorched away.
I feel like even the taste of Cursed Spirit Orbs has become unfamiliar.. Maybe I should go catch a Cursed Spirit today to refresh my memory on the taste?
Ugh, never mind, the nausea is enough to make me remember what it tastes like.
Bang, bang—
A familiar roaring sound seemed to come from the distance. For a moment, Suguru Geto failed to react, frowning as he wondered where he had heard it before.
As the roaring sound grew increasingly clear and loud, a small speck appeared in his field of vision, gradually approaching the Jujutsu High school building.
A helicopter flew in through the window.
Kobe Suzuo's helicopter.
Suguru Geto's eyes slowly widened. As he stared at the scene outside the window, he swallowed hard and accidentally choked, letting out a cough that could startle the heavens and the earth.
The helicopter hovered directly in front of the Jujutsu High teaching building, the cabin door opened, rose petals fluttered down in profusion.
A brilliant red, dark like blood and like gemstones, was carried into the room by the wind, drifting to Suguru Geto's desk and landing on the top of Satoru Gojo's head.
A banner unfurled with a "swish."
[Deepest thanks to Young Master Gojo for saving our lives]
Several large characters hung conspicuously outside the window.
It was far too characteristic; aside from Kobe Suzuo, no one else in this world could masterfully execute such a style.
It was hard to imagine how that elegant, dignified, well-mannered young master of the Kobe Family had come up with such a flamboyant and embarrassing way of saying thank you.
But that was just how harmonious everything was.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Nobara Iori abandoned her medical books at lightning speed, crowding toward the window and peering out from the windowsill.
In the classroom next door, Makoto Hibara leaned out alongside Kento Nanami, letting out an unrefined "wow."
In the helicopter in the sky, Kobe Family employees dressed in full suits and sunglasses were continuously showering rose petals down below.
Accompanied by a burst of stirring BGM, flags with red backgrounds, yellow characters, golden tassels rose slowly into the air.
[Rescue in Peril]
[A Debt of Gratitude as Heavy as a Mountain]
Eight large characters were incredibly eye-catching.
The crowd of onlookers crowded in front of the window opened their mouths, falling into a collective silence.
Suguru Geto glanced back at Satoru Gojo, who remained as unmoving as a mountain while continuing to play his game, called out tentatively, "Supervisor Kobe is coming to bring you a.. uh.."
He paused, thinking for a moment about what that thing should be called, "He's coming to bring you a commemorative banner."
Knowing that it was definitely Kobe Suzuo causing trouble again, Satoru Gojo, who was trying his best to pretend he didn't care:?
What the hell?
He endured and endured, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel curious about this person who had not appeared for a long time. With a strange sense of wonder, he stood by the window alongside Suguru Geto, using his height advantage to lean his upper body out and look up.
Rose petals fell in profusion, scattering through the air and clouding the vision, carrying an aroma that was impossible to ignore.
Satoru Gojo was so stunned that his scalp went numb, leaving him too shocked to speak.
The boarding stairs had already been lowered.
Just as he had prepared himself for the arrival of the helicopter carrying Kobe Suzuo, two staff members descended from the sky, swapping the flower baskets.
A pilot dressed in black slid down the boarding stairs, stopping in mid-air directly facing the classroom.