Satoru Gojo: "Thanks, but I'm not really interested in pets."
Is that so?
Kobe Suzuo thought for a moment. "I was originally thinking of raising a snow leopard at home; I felt they were very much like you. But if you don't like the idea, then never mind."
Satoru Gojo: Well, thank you then.
Felines and felines are also different.
He muttered under his breath, "What you raise has nothing to do with me.."
Kobe Suzuo absorbed enough Satoru energy and felt instantly refreshed, feeling as though he could fight for another twelve hours.
Lifting Satoru Gojo's chin, she brushed his bangs aside and quickly pressed a light kiss upon his forehead.
“Of course it has to do with you, Satoru, you are more important than anything.”
Kobe Suzuo stood up and bent down to pick up the geta from the floor.
Before Satoru Gojo could even react, he scooped the person up from their desk and carried them into another partition within the office with a single arm.
It wasn't strenuous; after all, if a CEO couldn't carry his own Fated Person, he would be a failure.
The second lounge in Kobe Suzuo's office was prepared specifically for Satoru Gojo.
It was originally intended to foster a sense of closeness, but it ended up being used mostly by a rebellious teenager to skip class and slack off.
Kobe Suzuo briskly stuffed him into the covers, using the same technique one would use on a kid Itadori Yuji's age.
Get some rest early; lack of sleep will stunt your growth.
Kobe Suzuo felt that his height had failed to meet his expectations because he hadn't slept enough; now, no matter what he said, insoles were more effective.
He recalled the long legs that almost dragged on the floor when he picked up Satoru Gojo, feeling a slight sense of melancholy, was about to turn and leave.
Wait.
Satoru Gojo bounced up from the bed, grabbing Kobe Suzuo's wrist, said in disbelief, "That's it?"
This isn't going the right way, is it?
With the atmosphere like this, even if there wasn't a passionate collision of infatuation, there should at least be a warm night of sleeping in each other's arms, right?
What kind of thing is it to just kiss a forehead and leave? Is that a goodnight kiss?
Kobe Suzuo didn't understand what was going on, with whatever he was imagining, his peach-blossom eyes smiled with an unusual amount of passion:
Is it because we haven't seen each other for so long that you can't bear to be apart from me right now?
She approached, stroking Satoru Gojo's head as if she were already used to it, "It's okay, Satoru, I'll be right outside. You'll see me as soon as you wake up."
Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's wrist and pulled her onto the bed with force, pulling Kobe Suzuo against his back and letting his breath brush against her earlobe.
Suzuo, you know what I mean. Sleep with me, okay?
What is this half-hearted, indecisive behavior? He really just teases and teases without actually making a move.
You're already a Jujutsu Sorcerer; is it appropriate to care about such trivialities?
Your sense of morality is way too strong; I'm even taller than you.
It's not even a romance; what is he talking about, marriage? Is this playing house?
While Satoru Gojo was lost in his own thoughts, Kobe Suzuo had once again performed a miracle of brute strength and shoved the person back under the covers.
Those peach-blossom eyes, dark as the night, were filled with deep affection and restraint:
Satoru, you're still young; I won't touch you.
Satoru Gojo..
I can't stand it; what kind of person is this?
Kobe Suzuo looked at Satoru Gojo, who was rolling around in embarrassment, wore a helpless expression that said, "I really can't do anything about you," before turning and leaving the room.
The Kobe Family medical team was already waiting outside the office.
Doctors in white coats surrounded Kobe Suzuo for an examination, prescribed medication, administered injections, advised the willful boss to get some rest early.
After leaving one doctor on standby, they departed.
Kobe Suzuo sat before the desk, letting out a long sigh as his fingers tapped twice lightly on the tabletop:
Merlin, report the investigation progress.
Yes, Young Master.
[Itadori Yuji, born March 20, 2003. In the same year, after his father Itadori Wasuke and mother Itadori Kaori passed away in a car accident, he was raised by his grandfather Itadori Wasuke. He went missing on August 20, 2006, at the plaza in front of the Sendai Gymnasium; despite police searches after the report, he has not been found to this day..]
What do you mean, died in a car accident?
Kobe Suzuo was looking at Itadori Kaori's autopsy report.
The black-haired woman was stunningly beautiful, with a ring of surgical scars on her forehead, her entire being exuded a bone-chilling, ghostly aura.
If I remember correctly, Utsunomiya Kaori was a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer before she married Itadori Yuji, wasn't she?
With Merlin's assistance, Kobe Suzuo pulled up the files from Jujutsu High; these were all electronic records that he had forced the Elders Council to input over the years.
Even if Utsunomiya Kaori loses the ability to use her Cursed Technique due to injury and illness, her physical strength as a Jujutsu Sorcerer should be enough to keep her going until the ambulance arrives.
He let out a cold laugh.
What? This Kaori and I are from the same hometown, her death in a car accident was predestined? Or perhaps it was simply a fake death.
Her child, having grown up resilient and independent without parents, became a healing little sun—someone who appears bright and cheerful on the surface, but actually harbors immense psychological trauma.
The little sun will endure many hardships, one day in the future, he will realize that his mother actually loved him, that her leaving him was simply beyond her control?
Using Cursed Energy to enhance physical strength and bodily functions is the most basic application; their physical resistance to impact is on an entirely different level from that of an ordinary person.
After Satoru Gojo finished his shower, he changed into a comfortable T-shirt and boxers. Walking out with dripping wet hair and bare feet, he found Kobe Suzuo on the phone, aggressively interrogating the recently retired Old Principal.
“Jujutsu High only has an average of two or three new students per year. You old man, you're telling me you can't remember what happened six years ago? You useless piece of trash, why don't you just forget what kind of thing you are.”
Kobe Suzuo's Smart Glasses flashed with a blinding white light, looking incredibly cool and domineering:
“Old man, if you can't remember who Utsunomiya Kaori is today, I'll have someone throw your head into the Shinano River to clear your head.”
Author's Note:
Returned
Chapter 57: That Kind of Atmosphere
The Old Principal truly does not remember the events of those years very well.
Before Kobe Suzuo became the Director, it was common for casualties to occur due to intelligence errors from [Window].
In the decade and a half following the birth of the Six Eyes, the fact that Cursed Spirits were becoming increasingly difficult to deal with was one thing, but the fact that they unfortunately became sacrifices in the power struggles of the Elders Council was quite another.
The Jujutsu World is a pool of muddy water that has been stagnating for a thousand years; once fate touches it, it is forever mired in silt and can never be cleansed, even the Six Eyes is no exception.
The Old Principal had already reached the age where he was nearly in the grave.
He had survived in the position of Principal for so many years, yet he remained a minor figure whom the Three Great Families and the Elders Council could easily frame for a crime to eliminate him.
Having spent his whole life being afraid of death, he considered it a great stroke of luck just to have kept his little life intact until retirement.
He did not dare to do anything for the sake of the students, nor did he dare to think deeply about whether there were any unknown secrets behind those "accidents."
I really only know this much!
After Utsunomiya Kaori graduated, she was recruited by the Kammo Clan due to her exceptional talent, but after she lost the ability to use her Cursed Technique, she completely vanished from the scene!
In reality, she simply lost her utility, then no one cared anymore.
The Old Principal's voice trembled like a sieve, sounding pitiful and pathetic.
He had seen Kobe Suzuo's ways and knew that this "businessman," who could secure the position of Jujutsu Director at such a young age, was not joking with him.
This person truly has the capability to cement him down and sink him in a river, indeed possesses the twisted sense of humor to rip his head off and kick it like a ball.
Although the Old Principal had turned a blind eye to many things over the years, he had heard all sorts of rumors circulating within the Elders Council!
With that temperament and those methods, that chilling air and murderous intent that made one's heart tremble, Kobe Suzuo had definitely spent time in the underworld.
When nominating him for Jujutsu Director, that old man from the Kobe Family even said, "That child's family has been in business for three generations; he has a gentle temperament, studied abroad in Italy, has a good upbringing."
Thinking about it now, that so-called studying abroad was probably just learning how to be a Godfather over there.
The Elders Council must have been blind to elevate such a troublesome fellow to the position of Director.
Fortunately, he had already retired and no longer had to involve himself in such troublesome matters.
The Old Principal muttered to himself, without caring whether Kobe Suzuo could see him or not, he put on an elaborate performance, weeping bitterly.
You could ask Masamichi Yaga, but he was young back then and didn't know much. What I mean is, it was Kammo Takeshi who recruited that child.
Kobe Suzuo let out a cold laugh. "Don't you know exactly what I'm asking? What were you playing at just now?"
The Old Principal breathed a sigh of relief, sensing that this was a sign of passing the test.
He sobbed as he wiped away his tears, thinking to add one more compliment: "Director Kobe—"
Beep—
Kobe Suzuo hung up the phone directly, casting a subtle glance at the person beside her.
Satoru Gojo heard the busy signal on the phone and paid no mind to the Old Principal's unfinished address.
He walked over to Kobe Suzuo, leaned forward to pick up the tablet on the desk, sat down on her thigh.
Satoru Gojo's damp hair brushed against the collar, leaving behind a few water stains, his silver strands swept across the Adam's apple like a cat's tail.
Kobe Suzuo paused.
Satoru Gojo flipped through Utsunomiya Kaori's profile, commenting with interest, "Eh, this person's technique is quite interesting—Anti-Gravity Technique and Gravity Technique. A natural counter to Yuki Tsukumo."
Kobe Suzuo curled her palms slightly, but ultimately reached out to take the towel hanging around Satoru Gojo's neck, spreading it over his white hair to gently rub and dry the moisture away.
A fresh scent of citrus and lime spread out, followed by a softer scent of lilac, the same fragrance as the shampoo Kobe Suzuo had been using lately.
The scent gradually faded, transforming into Satoru Gojo's own unique aroma—as vast and clear as an endless blue sky, yet carrying a hint of sweetness.