I don't know why an old man who plays heavy metal and looks quite trendy would be so old-fashioned in this particular regard.
Last time, Kobe Suzuo heard that Principal Lokei-ji was looking for a drummer to form a band, so he specifically sent one of the few music-savvy Jujutsu Sorcerers from the Kobe Family to audition.
As a result, Lokei-ji felt that the person's soul toward rock was not pure enough, rejected him outright without even considering it.
[This is not real music]
It is hard to understand what the conservative faction of the Elders is thinking.
However, the relationship between Kyoto Jujutsu High and the Director's Department is indeed much closer; it is only natural that the Principal and the teachers follow the lead of the Elders.
By the way.
Kobe Suzuo looked up toward the sofa in the corner and, as expected, saw Fushiguro Toji slumped there.
This guy had mastered the art of slacking off lately; as soon as he found an opportunity, he would look for a place to take a rest.
Fushiguro-kun is coming along this time too, but you can bring your family; consider it an employee benefit.
Riko Amanai fell silent upon hearing that name. She secretly clutched her tablet and shuffled her feet to hide behind Kobe Suzuo's chair.
Although she now knew that Kobe Suzuo had taken her out of her home out of good intentions at the time.
But regarding the "bandit" Fushiguro Toji, who had stuffed her into a sack, Riko Amanai still felt a lingering sense of fear and found it impossible to accept.
The key was that he didn't look like a good person.
Fushiguro Toji's tone was lazy, but his attitude was extremely firm, "I'm not going."
Kobe Suzuo said calmly, "I'll pay more."
Fushiguro Toji's answer remained just as quick: "I'm not going."
Kobe Suzuo raised an eyebrow and used the old trick: "Ten times."
Fushiguro Toji remained silent, his refusal quite firm.
He looked at the magnificent chandelier on the ceiling and thought to himself that he wouldn't go even if the King of Heaven himself came to persuade him.
Fushiguro Toji was working hard for the first time in his life; although his work was sporadic, it was still quite exhausting.
Good heavens, listen to that—Fushiguro Toji working seriously? Don't you think that sentence is terrifying?
Even his own son, who couldn't even express himself clearly to his own father, would roll his eyes in disbelief.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been back in a long time.
Calculating the time, that little thing should be three years old—no, the weather has already turned cold, so he should be nearly four, the name seems to be..
Sss.. What was the address for the house again?
Then let's give Fushiguro-kun a break.
Oh.." Zenin Toji's thoughts slipped for a moment. He suddenly bolted upright from the sofa and looked at Kobe Suzuo. "What did you just say?
This capitalist is actually going to give him a vacation?!
“Vacation? If Toji doesn't go to the Maldives, some of Satoru's training cannot be conducted, it will be a real headache for me.”
Kobe Suzuo checked the schedule against the planning sheet. "So, if you agree to take your leave early, I can help you arrange a day off on my end."
The big boss closed the book in his hands and smiled gently and politely, "Shall we negotiate? After all, I am a reasonable boss."
He laid out the bait, "By the way, many luxury cruise ship routes pass near my island. I think you would enjoy the activities on them, Toji-kun."
Fushiguro Toji hesitated and asked, "How long is the leave?"
Everything from now until we depart for the Maldives will be considered leave—paid leave—as long as you can make it back before we set off.
Kobe Suzuo pushed a piece of paper and a small dish of ink pad forward, offering terms that seemed quite sincere: "How does that sound?"
Fushiguro Toji frowned, feeling as if this scene was somewhat familiar, but he seemed to have no real reason to refuse.
Living requires food and money; one must toil busily for a livelihood, no matter who one works for, it is still working.
Fushiguro Toji's hawk-like eyes didn't blink for a moment, his aura somewhat terrifying: "So, you want me to go to your private island in the Maldives to train those brats with you?"
Mm-hmm.
Fushiguro Toji gave a smirk, the scar at the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, as the sharpness in his aura instantly transformed into the rogue-like air of a thug:
Fine, give me a card for the underground.
As he spoke, he dipped his thumb in the ink pad and pressed his thumbprint onto the paper without even looking.
Kobe Suzuo didn't expect him to be so decisive. "Won't you take a closer look?"
He stood up, took a folder from the bookshelf behind him, selected a score sheet that would allow Fushiguro Toji to have his fill.
Fushiguro Toji was quite casual about it. "It doesn't matter. My life was already terrible to begin with; it can't get any worse."
Incurable childhood trauma, I see.
Sometimes, Kobe Suzuo really wanted to introduce a psychiatrist to Fushiguro Toji.
Toji, go home and visit for this vacation.
Kobe Suzuo hesitated, but ultimately spoke up before Fushiguro Toji turned around, "Your wife might run away with someone else."
Kobe Suzuo..
Fushiguro Toji..
He watched Fushiguro Toji turn his head sharply, his expression shifting from disbelief to disdain, he suddenly began to doubt whether this man simply did not care at all.
Kobe Suzuo felt a bit awkward:
As you know, the company conducts background checks on employees with criminal records before they are hired. I didn't realize your family structure was so.. er, complicated.
Based on the information provided by neighbors and kindergarten teachers, Ms. Fushiguro has rarely come home this month.
In fact, this frequency was much better than that of Zenin Toji, who at least hadn't come home or even called the family in a year.
But considering that the two children of the Fushiguro Family were both quite young, Kobe Suzuo still had Merlin pay a little more attention to the situation in the Fushiguro Family.
Then, quite unfortunately, it was discovered that Ms. Fushiguro was about to embark on a new romance.
It was only natural; after all, it was only when Kobe Suzuo did some checking that he discovered Mr. Fushiguro was a man completely devoid of any sense of familial responsibility.
Fushiguro Toji listened expressionlessly, as if Kobe Suzuo were telling the story of someone else.
“I have no intention of interfering in other people's family affairs, but as for the truth, Toji, you had better go back and see for yourself; after all, the two children are still young.”
Fushiguro Toji asked, "Are you done?"
He let out a scoffing laugh, grabbed his uniform jacket hanging on the sofa, glanced back at Kobe Suzuo. "Once I'm done, I'm going to enjoy my vacation."
Author's Note:
Toji's family is partially fictional; please consider it as various timeline distortions caused by the butterfly effect.
Suzuo is a man who will one day run a Jujutsu High School.
Chapter 39: That Trip
So, this is really a school trip that Jujutsu High specially arranged for us?
Kento Nanami pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone as serious as the light blue shirt he wore.
He knew exactly what the Elders were like; a project with such obvious benefits was something that group of stingy, old fogies would never agree to.
To be precise, it was a school trip specifically applied for by Supervisor Kobe.
Nobara Iori bit the candy off her lollipop and tossed the plastic stick into a nearby trash can:
The Kobe Family will be responsible for all our meals and accommodations for the next few days.
Makoto Hibara was dressed just as lively today. He rested one hand on the handle of his suitcase and let out a low, humming chuckle:
“Sunshine, beaches, the Maldives!"
Wearing pink-rimmed heart-shaped sunglasses, he gave a wicked smile, imitating the way he imagined Kobe Suzuo would:
“This is what true youth is all about, haha.”
Don't get too lax, Makoto Hibara.
Nobara Iori pulled a small booklet from her travel bag and said in a deep voice:
Opportunities like this are rare; we must train with the determination to take things to the next level.
Kento Nanami, who was already somewhat nervous, understood instantly and was deeply moved.
He immediately stood up straight, his hands hanging down at his sides, bowed.
Yes! Iori-senpai, we will never let Mr. Suzuo's efforts go to waste!
Makoto Hibara scratched his head sheepishly and tucked the heart-shaped smart glasses back into his pocket. "Sorry, Senpai, I got a little too excited."
After entering Tokyo Jujutsu High, he quickly came to face reality.
He had originally thought that he would never again experience something as simple and beautiful as a school trip.
Not to mention an experience like traveling abroad on a private jet.
There were no mandatory missions, there was no need to face unknown risks.
Kobe Suzuo's only requirement of them was simply to complete the training checklist.
Makoto Hibara dreamed of the club training camp during his middle school days—that beautiful sense of freedom that comes from having someone to rely on when you are young.
I understand how you feel.
Nobara Iori closed the booklet, her serious expression gradually replaced by a smile, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye appearing vivid and genuine.
Nobara Iori, feeling a rare bout of mischief, teased her junior:
But Mr. Suzuo also said that if we can successfully complete the special training before the school building is rebuilt, our time afterward can be arranged as we wish.
She pressed down on the shoulders of the two juniors on her left and right, her voice filled with unmistakable anticipation:
“Do you understand what this means?”
Makoto Hibara and Kento Nanami both shuddered simultaneously.