The suture on Kammo Heiji's forehead originated from the "brain cancer surgery" thirteen years ago; six years ago, due to his advanced age and the recurrence of an old illness, he passed away.
After giving a speech at the academy, Kammo Heiji publicly stated that a large part of the reason he devoted himself to neuroscience research was due to the influence of his maternal grandfather.
Although he took his mother's surname Kammo and possessed Cursed Energy that allowed him to see Cursed Spirits, Kammo Heiji was a good boy who loved scientific principles.
Dedicated to using scientific principles to explain ignorant and corrupt feudal superstitions, his greatest dream is to explore the mysteries of the human brain and benefit all of humanity.
Merlin mockingly imitated the tone of the Elders Council:
It's just a coincidence, right? A single suture can't prove anything.
Kobe Suzuo was so angry she almost laughed.
If you leave a suspect like this roaming free without investigating, the Jujutsu World will be finished sooner or later.
Investigate it for me.
Kobe Suzuo grinned sinisterly, "Man or woman, old or young, as long as it's related to this Kammo, I want all the information in three days."
[Command executed, current progress is at thirty percent]
Merlin said faintly, "Such domineering CEO lines, yet the target of the investigation isn't Satoru-kun; it's truly a pity."
[Kammo Kenrin has been marked as a vicious supporting male character]
Kobe Suzuo took a deep breath, pretending she hadn't heard.
As for Kammo Heiji, tell Cohen that I will go and see this 'talent' in person at the end of the month; let him and his project wait a little longer.
Merlin rearranged the itinerary and replied, "Yes, Young Master."
..
“I want to create a world without Cursed Spirits.”
The sea breeze blew through Yuki Tsukumo's long hair. She was still young, when she wasn't acting crazy, she was a vibrant and beautiful young girl full of life.
She swirled her wine glass, her posture relaxed and casual, enjoying the rare seaside sunset and the soft breeze carrying the scent of the sea.
With the students of Jujutsu High sent away to a private island in the Maldives by Kobe Suzuo for vacation, the combat strength of Jujutsu Sorcerers within Japan was severely depleted.
To prevent the hard-won [Patrol] from being wiped out by Cursed Spirits or Sorcerers, giving the Elders an opportunity to manipulate Kobe Suzuo.
Yuki Tsukumo was left in Japan by Kobe Suzuo to serve as the "last line of defense."
After being shouted at back and forth by the Elders for nearly two weeks, Yuki Tsukumo had lost all desire to live, "accidentally" landing blows on the elders of several families.
Because Nobara Iori was not in Tokyo to provide rapid healing, several people remained bedridden to this day.
As soon as Kobe Suzuo called her, she scurried off to the Maldives.
Yuki Tsukumo downed the remaining half-glass of champagne in one gulp, letting out a sigh of relief.
She carried the scent of sea salt and alcohol on her, boldly proclaiming her grand ambitions:
“There are two ways to achieve my ideal.”
Yuki Tsukumo held up two fingers toward the students sitting in rows.
“First, to make the Cursed Energy of all humanity disappear; second, to make all of humanity learn how to use Cursed Energy.”
The former is currently unfeasible; I have studied existing cases, namely Fushiguro Toji.
The essence of the Heavenly Restriction with zero Cursed Energy is exchanging all of one's Cursed Energy before birth for a powerful physique.
This is a heavenly restriction, with almost no possibility of artificial intervention.
So I thought for a long time, then turned my gaze toward the second kind.
When all non-sorcerers in the world have vanished, the Cursed Spirits formed by the leakage of Cursed Energy from humans will naturally go extinct.
Kento Nanami, the only one listening intently to Yuki Tsukumo, looked around, his expression blank but his words incredibly sharp:
You've thought about it for so long, that's the only conclusion you've reached? Then you'd better stop thinking altogether.
Nobara Iori rested her chin on her hand, glancing at the distracted Suguru Geto: "Well, for a Special Grade powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of humanity, it's not surprising that he has such lofty ideals."
Just like Suguru, your grand cause is to protect everyone weaker than yourself; if you round it off, it's practically like saying you want to protect ninety-nine percent of the people in this world.
Suguru Geto, who was spacing out, was unexpectedly called upon..
Where were we? What were they talking about?
Makoto Hibara whispered to his companion, "Is Yuki Tsukumo drunk? Should we take her back to rest?"
Yuki Tsukumo slammed the empty wine glass onto the table with a loud thud, then waved her hand to summon Huanglun, while the Bone Snake flared its body, its skeletal spikes erupting.
She was flushed with anger and took a threatening stance: "Listen to people when they're talking!"
Nobara Iori raised her hand perfunctorily. "Hi, hi. So, Yuki Tsukumo, have you found a way to achieve your second goal?"
Yuki Tsukumo was merely venting her feelings through alcohol; she didn't truly need anyone to understand her ideals; she just needed someone to play along so she could keep rambling on.
“Kill all non-sorcerers, or turn all non-sorcerers into Jujutsu Sorcerers.”
Kento Nanami commented indifferently, "That's wishful thinking. Do you have any idea that there are billions of people on Earth?"
Besides, Jujutsu Sorcerers aren't a stable hereditary trait. If they give birth to non-sorcerer children, are they supposed to let the parents kill them?
The mature and steady Kento Nanami cut straight to the point: "Isn't this just a cult?"
Yuki Tsukumo manipulated Huanglun to hover above Kento Nanami's head, the pressure of gravity faintly emanating from it, as she threatened with a mirthless smile:
You look like such a steady young man, how did you end up being the comic relief? Can't you hear that the point is in the second half of my sentence?
What I mean is, find a way to turn all non-sorcerers into sorcerers!
Kento Nanami turned his head to avoid Huanglun's bone spikes, his expression unchanged. "Because I'm the least sick person here, probably the most suitable person present to play the straight man."
Yuki Tsukumo let out a "pfft," "How can anyone become a Jujutsu Sorcerer and still be normal?"
She recalled Huanglun, her fingers sliding over the bone spikes, her expression dark and inscrutable: "Allowing non-sorcerers to control Cursed Energy is feasible, but Suzuo's Cursed Technique.."
Ouch.
Yuki Tsukumo was hit by a flying beach ball. She stumbled forward a few steps before stopping, clutching her head as she looked back in anger.
"Who—" she stammered.
Satoru Gojo and Kobe Suzuo walked side by side, their features blurred in the backlight.
The setting sun stretched their shadows, making them thin and long, intertwined intimately.
Kobe Suzuo was gentle and kind:
“Yuki, stop spreading those unorthodox theories of yours. If you lead the students astray, you're dead.”
Yuki Tsukumo shuddered, grabbing the bewildered Riko Amanai beside her, retreated while speaking.
Haha, I didn't mean it like that. Anyway, I'll eat well and drink well, then I'll take Riko-chan to learn Barrier Techniques, okay?
Yuki Tsukumo let it slip and slipped away at lightning speed, as if she were being chased by a demon.
Kobe Suzuo, who had been treated like a demon by her, had lost every trace of her domineering CEO persona.
After struggling to peel the large attachment, Satoru Gojo, off herself and placing him beside the seated students, Kobe Suzuo let out a breath of relief without leaving a trace.
When he looked up again, the CEO had a smile on his face as if he were bathed in a spring breeze: "Don't bother with Yuki Tsukumo; she rarely attended school and lacks any real culture."
Yuki Tsukumo, who had already fled, let out a sneeze; she had actually attended school.
A white light reflected off Kobe Suzuo's smart glasses as she looked at the students of Jujutsu High with a loving smile:
You all are different; you will definitely study hard, right?
Kento Nanami felt relieved upon hearing the words "uneducated," and he nodded in agreement, saying, "I see, so it's a lack of education."
During a momentary lapse in concentration, Suguru Geto, who had been called out several times and had listened to a bit of what Yuki Tsukumo said, feeling that it actually made some sense, took a shot to the knee.
Laughed in unison.
Author's Note:
Happy New Year!
Chapter 51: That Academic Dream
“Hey, hey, what do you think Suzuo means by that?”
[Answer: Young Master Kobe sent you a "Good morning" punctually at eight o'clock this morning. His work is going smoothly, his mood is peaceful, he instructed you to get some good rest.]
Satoru Gojo rested his long legs on the desk, rocking his chair back and forth.
Because of the overwhelming workload from their academic classes, Suguru Geto and Nobara Iori both rolled their eyes in unison, swapping the mission intelligence and study materials in their hands.
Satoru Gojo, whom no one cared about, looked up at the ceiling and sighed like a sentimental poet:
Is Suzuo avoiding me? Otherwise, why did he leave for abroad so suddenly right after returning from the island, for such a long time all at once?
Business trips abroad are standard procedure for a CEO, but Young Master Kobe's departure this time was both sudden and rushed, nothing like his usual unhurried manner.
[Answer: Young Master Kobe's business trip this time is to handle personnel changes at the overseas research institute, involving a total of one hundred billion dollars in investments for the Kobe Group over the next two years..]
Satoru Gojo clicked [skip]
Satoru Gojo asked again:
Even though Suzuo replies to messages every day, what if something happens and he doesn't return for months, or even years?
[Answer: According to the latest itinerary, Young Master Kobe will arrive at Tokyo Airport on December 9th at 10:30 AM]
Satoru Gojo's eye twitched, he asked again, refusing to give up:
Or, what if Suzuo loses his memory and forgets me? Like that typical scenario where he forgets what his true love looks like, mistakes a substitute for her, then suffers through some tragic heartbreak.
[ML: Young Master Kobe is devoted to you; he has saved memory backups in the database, so even if he were to unfortunately lose his memory, he could use the recordings to remember every little detail of your time together]
[ML: Kobe Suzuo loves you]
Satoru Gojo..
Kobe Suzuo, what have you stuffed into this idiotic AI's database?
Why, of all times, did it suddenly stop acting like a mindless machine?