Satoru Gojo laughed loudly, patting Suguru Geto on the shoulder, "What's wrong, Suguru? Are you really that clueless, or are you just playing dumb? Didn't Suzuo say it very clearly?"
He finally stopped before the wrinkles on Suguru Geto's forehead became a grid, his laughter gradually subsiding, though the smile on his face remained, "Don't worry, Suguru, nothing will happen. After all, we are the strongest."
Fushiguro Toji stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed; he didn't care what Kobe Suzuo had said, nor was he interested in listening.
But the arrogant brat's declaration of being the strongest happened to reach his ears, Fushiguro Toji couldn't help but speak up.
Kid, you're still green.
After saying that, he realized he was just causing trouble for himself by striking up a conversation with Kobe Suzuo in an attempt to change the subject. "Boss, are you done talking? Shall we get to work now?"
Don't be in such a hurry. Suzuo said there is plenty of time. How about you test my strength right now, you street urchin?
Satoru Gojo cracked his knuckles, the Cursed Energy surging from his body caused the hem of his clothes to flutter, his fighting intent laid bare.
He seemed determined to have a fight with Fushiguro Toji.
Fushiguro Toji's fingers clenched subconsciously a few times as he let out a sneer, looking toward Kobe Suzuo. "Eh, my time right now belongs entirely to the boss; whether we fight or not is not for me to decide."
Kobe Suzuo looked thoughtful. "Can you win?"
Fushiguro Toji blurted out, "As long as you allow me to use cursed tools, I can."
Kobe Suzuo thought about how she still hadn't collected a complete set of Fushiguro Toji's combat data, estimated the subsequent schedule, nodded, saying, "Then let's have a fight first."
Chapter 25: That Person's Strength
Two humans are fighting in the sky.
How refreshing—humans, relying on nothing but themselves, flying through the sky and fighting.
The battle was devastating, with earth-shattering impacts and sparks flying in a breathtaking display of power.
In Kobe's hometown, a scene like this could only be seen in Hollywood blockbusters.
Kobe Suzuo silently adjusted the tint of her glasses, attempting to reduce the visual impact in this way.
Because of his history of being kidnapped since childhood due to his accident-prone constitution, Kobe Suzuo had always been undergoing professional martial arts training.
But he was truly mediocre in this regard; at most, he could handle three or four thugs at once. In the magical world of the Jujutsu World, where a single strike can split a building and a single technique can blast away an entire forest, he simply wasn't enough to make an impression.
I have really come to another world.
Gojo! Keep it under control, don't throw [Blue] at the school building!
Watching his own student and the Director's bodyguard fight with increasing intensity, as their area-of-effect skills destroyed half of the corridor on the playground, Masamichi Yaga finally lost his patience and roared in anger.
Sparring is one thing, but what's with tearing up the school?
Kobe Suzuo, being a mere mortal, couldn't see the combat details between Satoru Gojo and Fushiguro Toji from such a distance; it was as if their fight was enhanced with superhero special effects.
Their exchange of moves was so fast it left afterimages, but fortunately, Merlin's recording function could play back key moments in slow motion, helping Kobe Suzuo identify the keyframes.
Seeing the two people "clashing sparks" in mid-air freeze for a moment due to Masamichi Yaga's shouting, Kobe Suzuo thought for a moment and pulled a classic blue and white megaphone from under his wheelchair.
It was neither too big nor too small, just large enough to cover half of Kobe Suzuo's face. He adjusted the volume before speaking.
“Toji, don't be stingy. Use your own cursed tools; I will fully reimburse all the expenses of this battle.”
What?
Masamichi Yaga looked down in shock; the young man in the wheelchair looked almost excessively frail.
The young man pretending to be weak was stirring up trouble: "There's a bonus if you win."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Fushiguro Toji, standing on the rooftop, tossed the deformed naginata in his hand, the metal blade hitting the marble floor with a clanging sound.
He stretched his limbs wantonly and began to strip off his various pieces of "equipment," such as his tactical harness, until only a single shirt remained.
Fushiguro Toji looked up at Satoru Gojo, who was floating in the air using Limitless, let out a sudden laugh, before sticking his index finger into his mouth and making a vomiting motion.
A thumb-sized, distorted sphere was spat out by him, then rapidly expanded into a liver-purple fleshworm, loosely coiling around Fushiguro Toji's upper body.
Kobe Suzuo: Whoa, there's even an alien segment. Suguru's Cursed Spirit Manipulation looks much better when it swallows a Cursed Spirit Orb.. By the way, what does a Cursed Spirit Orb taste like?
Boss, it's a deal.
As Fushiguro Toji spoke, he slowly drew a strangely shaped short blade from the mouth of the Cursed Spirit on his body.
The Inverted Spear of Heaven. Its black market value is five hundred million. Its function is to forcibly dispel an active Cursed Technique. Hmm, in every sense of the word, it is a divine tool.
Fushiguro Toji landed lightly on the ground, the moment he took hold of the Inverted Spear of Heaven, his aura shifted, a sharp edge hidden deep within his eyes, like a leopard that had finished its warm-up.
He faced Satoru Gojo, his leg muscles tensing as he took a preparatory stance for an attack, the stone slabs beneath his feet cracking with a sharp sound.
“Hey, hey, Boss, it's not very polite to reveal my trump card so casually like that. I put a lot of money into this, you know.”
If Satoru Gojo breaks the Inverted Spear of Heaven, this guy will definitely demand triple the compensation.
Kobe Suzuo ignored Fushiguro Toji, who was being talkative during the lull in the battle.
He patted Masamichi Yaga's arm and stuffed the megaphone, which the security guard from the company building had delivered yesterday, into Masamichi Yaga's hands. "I think the profession of a teacher needs a megaphone even more."
He took off his glasses to adjust the hidden camera on them, changed the target of Merlin's data collection system from Fushiguro Toji to Satoru Gojo, pulled out an alcohol wipe to wipe the glasses clean.
Kobe Suzuo placed the glasses on her lap, thought about it for a moment, then put on the white gloves.
Suguru-kun? Come closer and lower your head.
Suguru Geto had already been shaken by Fushiguro Toji's strength; he had originally been eager to test his skills in a fight, but he was stopped by Masamichi Yaga, who grabbed him by the collar.
Kobe suddenly made him lower his head, he did not ask why, but instead knelt gallantly by the wheelchair, waiting calmly for the next move.
Kobe Suzuo pinched the sides of the frames, using an extremely gentle motion to settle the glasses onto Suguru Geto's nose.
Fingers clad in pure white gloves lightly brushed against his temple, picking out a stylish strand of bangs that had been accidentally caught in the frame of his glasses.
A sea-blue gemstone on a cuff flashed before Suguru Geto's eyes, accompanied by a faint scent of orange blossom, perhaps the smell of cologne, as they drifted away.
Kobe Suzuo did not like scents that were too strong or lingered for too long.
Suguru Geto thought of a classic scene from some shojo manga at an inappropriate time, a word that appeared with extremely high frequency in romance series invaded his mind.
He seemed to suddenly understand why Satoru Gojo always looked so helpless and exasperated whenever he faced Kobe Suzuo.
Like "a sour lemon candy hidden inside a sweet daifuku," Satoru Gojo had the most contact with Kobe Suzuo, he was likely the one who understood the true nature of this gentle and polite young master best.
Sultry, repressed.
That word was too offensive, but Suguru Geto could hardly control his own thoughts.
The young man with his hair tied in a bun already possessed a certain literary temperament, the black-rimmed glasses looked expectedly suitable on his face. Kobe Suzuo was quite satisfied with this "video rack" and casually offered some words of humanistic care:
Will it affect my vision?
Suguru Geto stiffened his neck and slowly shook his head, his movements as jerky as an old robot. "No, it has no presence."
That's good, then.
Kobe Suzuo spoke, pulling a tablet and a stylus from a pocket on the side of her wheelchair. After unlocking it with her fingerprint, she logged into a complex data interface.
If my information is correct, your taijutsu should be slightly better than Satoru's. Watch closely; I'll find an opportunity to let you have a fight with Toji as well.
"Um, oh, okay," Suguru Geto answered stiffly.
Kobe Suzuo casually patted Suguru Geto's head, signaling for the child to go watch the battle from the sidelines.
He has absolutely no sense of boundaries; perhaps Supervisor Kobe is actually much more willful than Satoru.
Suguru Geto stood up, shaking off his dazed state, moved a few steps to the side, his heart still racing from the lingering fear.
There were many strange and incomprehensible things about Kobe Suzuo, but for some reason, these inconsistencies would inexplicably become rational whenever people tried to investigate them deeply.
Suguru Geto made up his mind that he would definitely have to ask Satoru Gojo about Kobe Suzuo when they spoke again; he could not let it slip his mind this time. He watched silently as the two sparred on the training ground.
Kobe Suzuo checked the freshly minted combat data of Fushiguro Toji, her pen tapping loudly against the tablet.
Without caring whether Fushiguro Toji was listening or if he could hear, he answered his previous question all by himself:
Toji, stop trying to turn the tables. Even if I don't say anything, the Six Eyes can still capture the cursed energy fluctuations on a special cursed tool, can't they?
The Inverted Spear of Heaven can cut through the defense of Limitless, but the cursed energy upon it will also make it easy for Satoru to perceive Toji's movements.
As a professional assassin, finding a weakness to deliver a lethal blow is your most proficient offensive strategy. To some extent, this kind of sparring also limits your performance, Toji.
Kobe Suzuo spoke so casually that it made Fushiguro Toji grit his teeth, but he had no time left for banter.
Satoru Gojo looked as if he were caught up in the excitement, his movements possessing a desperate ferocity, with small but distinct scratches appearing on his face and body.
The grass on the training field was torn up like a dog's meal, half of the adjacent corridor was destroyed, one and a half student dormitories behind the field had collapsed. Seeing that the "demolition" was still going to continue, Masamichi Yaga wiped his face and let out a long sigh.
I'll go call Nobara Iori over.
The Director must be a reliable person, right?
Masamichi Yaga comforted himself and left with a touch of melancholy.
Cursed Energy whipped up sudden gusts of wind that sent bricks and rubble flying, with several pieces occasionally hurtling toward the crowd of spectators.
Suguru Geto released a translucent Cursed Spirit, resembling a jellyfish bell, which enveloped the surroundings and carved out a safe "viewing area."
While analyzing the combat data of Satoru Gojo and Fushiguro Toji, Merlin chatted with Kobe Suzuo.
You really are too weak. Even those idle, withered old men in the Elders Council can go three rounds with you—they land three punches, you're dead on the first strike.
Kobe Suzuo rolled her eyes inwardly and commented coldly, "Oh, then their physical fitness is quite good. If there's a chance, I'll definitely assign them more missions."
Suguru Geto was startled by Kobe Suzuo's sudden remark.
He pointed to himself hesitantly, "Supervisor, were you just talking to me?"
Kobe Suzuo raised a hand and tapped the earpiece in his right ear. "Don't worry about it, I'm on a call with my assistant."
Merlin was relentless: "In all fairness, Grade 4 Jujutsu Sorcerers are indeed the bottom tier of the industry. Young Master, your strength truly makes AI worried."
Kobe Suzuo..
Kobe Suzuo: "It seems a bit like a waste of talent to have Fushiguro Toji act as a bodyguard."
Strength, defense, speed, experience, technique—with the use of powerful cursed tools as weapons, even his slight weakness in output was compensated for.
Looking at the radar chart representing Fushiguro Toji's combat strength, the Heavenly Tyrant is a true all-rounder.
Although the lack of Cursed Energy makes it difficult for Fushiguro Toji to reach the level of a top-tier Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer who is "overpowered," considering that the most talented Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are still in their developmental stages, Kobe Suzuo still rated this SSR as being among the strongest meta cards.