The real reason everyone felt that Kobe Suzuo was omnipresent was—Satoru Gojo had been very annoying lately.
Of course, I didn't mean that he isn't annoying normally.
Ever since the evil DK discovered the clever uses of the AI assistant, he has been tirelessly engaged in the activity of "telephonic spamming."
Like a cat that had just received a new toy, Kobe Suzuo would call him whenever he was bored, send him eight hundred photos on top of that.
These photos included classmates caught slacking off during class because they were bored, desserts he thought were delicious, long lines while buying those desserts.
Kobe Suzuo would look at every single one, but whether it was because he was too busy or because he was maintaining his dignity as a CEO, he only replied occasionally.
Is waiting in line tiring? Do you want me to buy this whole shop right now and clear it out?
Or should I just buy this entire street? I can give you anything you want.
Satoru Gojo was delighted beyond measure, his sour stench instantly choking a passing innocent bystander to death.
This state continued until the start of the exchange event between the sister schools.
Principal Lokei-ji introduced the competition rules, while Satoru Gojo held a Smart Glasses and took rapid-fire photos of him, sending a voice message to Kobe Suzuo:
“Suzuo, look, it's the grumpy old man.”
The old man, fuming with rage, maintained a facade of dignity before the students as he finished explaining the tournament schedule and the rules.
While Satoru Gojo was giving his speech as the principal, he stood in front of the teachers scrolling through his phone.
After everything was finished, he still arrogantly announced, "I'm not participating. The guys over on your side are too weak; it's not interesting at all."
The students sent by Kyoto Jujutsu High looked frustrated, appearing as if they were filled with indignation but dared not speak out.
They also knew in their hearts that Satoru Gojo was telling the truth.
It was actually a relief not to have to face that monster-like Satoru Gojo.
Some people breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“Then can I also not participate? The reason is the same as above.”
Suguru Geto currently had light dark circles under his eyes, a pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, giving him an aura of artistic fashionability and decadence.
During the last monthly review, Suguru Geto's academic grades did not meet expectations, he has been frantically catching up on his coursework lately.
That guy Gojo's science grades are too outrageous to compete with, whereas Suguru Geto is someone whose grades are very balanced across all subjects.
If he works hard, it should be no problem for him to surpass Satoru Gojo in his total score.
He pushed up his glasses, his smile gentle and approachable yet brimming with mockery. "Of course, if you all want me to go easy on you, it's perfectly fine to have a friendly exhibition match."
The students from Kyoto School had even darker expressions, their teeth itching with suppressed rage at Suguru Geto's subtle disdain.
But this sinister bun-haired glasses guy was also a Special Grade candidate, they couldn't afford to provoke him either.
Iori could no longer tolerate it. "What are you being so arrogant for, you rude people!"
Satoru Gojo snapped more photos, "Wow, Suzuo, look! It's a hysterical Utage!"
"Show some respect and call me Senpai properly!" Iori's eyes flared with rage as she rolled up the sleeves of her miko outfit, ready to swing a fist of justice.
The childish high school boy waved his hand dismissively and continued to stir the flames. "No way, I feel like if I call you Suguru-senpai, I'll become weaker too."
Satoru! Gojo!
Nobara Iori hurriedly hugged Utage's waist, taking advantage of the chaos to obediently raise her hands toward Masamichi Yaga:
Um, I'm medical logistics. They probably won't make me fight with those muscle-bound combatants, right?
Kento Nanami was smoothly pulled in front of him by Satoru Gojo, shielding Utage. Makoto Hibara blinked and followed, standing in the middle to mediate.
Don't worry, Utage-senpai, both Nanami and I will attend the exchange event.
Makoto Hibara grinned naturally, flexing his biceps:
“Mr. Suzuo gave us special training, so now Kento Nanami and I are much stronger than before!”
Mei, who was standing nearby without saying a word, had just finished a business deal. She nodded with satisfaction, her lips curling into a pleasant smile as she looked at the notification that the funds had arrived.
I'm not participating either. Of course, that's a different story if you're willing to pay me to do it.
But!
Then everyone might as well just disband right here!
A burst of intense guitar music rang out.
Lokei-ji could endure no more and spoke up to stop the situation before it became even more chaotic:
Quiet!
The exchange meeting is a long-standing tradition; everything must proceed according to the regulations..
His eyes, sunken into their sockets and gradually clouding with age, looked toward the timid Masamichi Yaga standing by his side.
Yaga, you really should keep Satoru Gojo in check; he is so ill-mannered, it is truly difficult to entrust him with great responsibilities.
However, Masamichi Yaga's mouth opened and closed several times, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated for some unknown reason.
It didn't take long for Lokei-ji to realize what Masamichi Yaga was struggling with.
“Satoru is my person; who is qualified to judge him?”
Satoru Gojo held up his phone, pressed the speakerphone button, turned the volume to the maximum. A deep, elegant male voice rang out, leaving everyone's minds blank.
Principal Lokei-ji, just do your duty and nothing more. As for things you shouldn't meddle in—
A deep male voice elongated its tone, as if everything was under control, elegant and profound.
You know what I mean.
Lokei-ji wanted to say, how could he know what you, Director, mean?
Are you no longer interested in your cover? Do you no longer need to hide your identity?
The Jujutsu Director, on Tokyo School's territory, openly threatening the Kyoto School Principal and blatantly shielding the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes Child in public—is this really permissible?
Should I accept or not? If I accept, will I be blamed when my identity as the Jujutsu Director is exposed?
Mei's phone buzzed in the chaos.
She checked the message, moved from the edge of the chaotic crowd to stand beside Satoru Gojo, cleared her throat under the confused gazes of the crowd:
Bold! This is the highest authority of the Kobe Zaibatsu, the one with an infinite bank balance, the designated heir of the Kobe Family, the one who brings a bright future to the Jujutsu World: Kobe Suzuo!
Mei was clearly doing this kind of job for the first time, her tone was dry and unpracticed, but the joy of being able to collect a massive sum of money just by moving her lips compensated for that shortcoming perfectly.
She cleared her throat again, amidst the chaotic scene of Lokei-ji's glare and Satoru Gojo nearly laughing himself into a fit, she proceeded to take on the role of the President's Ambassador with high spirits.
“If Principal Lokei-ji doesn't want to ruin his reputation in his final years, he should hurry up and bow to the great Director Kobe.”
Satoru Gojo raised his hand happily, "Do you have to bow to me as well?"
Mei lowered her head to check the mission briefing, catching a glimpse of her account balance in the process, she immediately gave her approval with a radiant face.
Yes, bow to Satoru Gojo.
Lokei-ji's hand trembled, snapping the string.
Kobe Suzuo was incredibly cold, offering one final remark: "Lokei-ji, remember your place."
Then he hung up the phone.
Tokyo School had strong resistance, but over at Kyoto Jujutsu High, everyone was stunned, looking at each other in confusion. Someone asked:
Who was that just now?
It seems like a CEO, right?
Then, exclamations began to rise one after another:
I don't get it, but it's amazing!" "So it's the Director's legendary technique!
Masamichi Yaga's expression turned into that same look of resignation once again.
Lightly patting the shoulders of the distraught Lokei-ji, he whispered, "That's just how it is. You'll get used to it."
At Jujutsu High, the exchange event between the Tokyo and Kyoto sister schools began in a state of absolute chaos and uproar.
..
Although the second-year students from Tokyo School collectively refused to participate in the exchange event, the two sides were actually quite well-acquainted since the supermodel-tier combatant was absent, making the competition fairly balanced.
The evening bonfire barbecue brought everyone together, amidst the noise and chatter, the group of precocious Jujutsu Sorcerers finally acted like high school students for once.
After finishing their meal, the students, who had enjoyed a rare period of peaceful and tranquil days, began the quintessential activities characteristic of their age.
They aren't actually in love, are they?
It was obvious who "they" referred to.
The ordinary atmosphere had stagnated, as if it had entered a domain of darkness.
How old is Satoru this year?
It seems like his 17th birthday is in December.
Silence was the theme of tonight's sisterly gathering.
After a long silence, someone asked weakly, "Um, how old was Mr. Suzuo again?"
I don't know his exact birthday, but the last time I happened to see Mr. Suzuo's supervisor credentials, he seemed to be 24 years old.
Sss—
In late autumn, the weather had grown increasingly chilly, the thick-skinned Jujutsu Sorcerers all shivered in unison.
It was too strange, truly too strange.
A seven-year age gap is actually fine..
Is this what we care about?
Not to mention that the super bad-tempered Satoru Gojo actually managed to find a partner, but just the two of them, Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo, being together is strange enough, alright?
That was the elegant and well-mannered Kobe Suzuo!
That is the one and only Satoru Gojo, supreme under heaven and earth!
It's quite incredible, you know?