Why aren't you sleeping?
Kobe Suzuo wiped Satoru Gojo's hair bit by bit.
Satoru Gojo didn't really want to bring up the matter of sleeping, so he simply acted as if he hadn't heard it.
Shaking his head, he looked around restlessly, then raised his hand toward the low stool on the sofa set on the other side of the office.
Adjusting the angle to compress the space between the stool and his palm, shifting between the finite and the infinite; theoretically, this could achieve an effect similar to telekinesis.
The Cursed Technique was activated, the exquisite little stool lost a leg and a quarter of its seat the moment it was touched; although it wasn't completely destroyed, it was close enough.
The precision of the operation was still lacking, but in terms of success rate, it should be fine for use in combat.
Satoru Gojo looked at the half-finished stool, glanced at Kobe Suzuo with a hint of guilt, placed the stool in front of the Office Chair.
He moved from Kobe Suzuo's lap to the stool and shook his head—this height was more convenient for drying his hair.
Kobe Suzuo lightly tapped Satoru Gojo on the top of his head with a hand chop, offering a critique that was as much a compliment as it was a lecture:
“You did well, but don't waste your mental energy on things like this.”
Satoru Gojo was not suited for sitting on a short stool like this; with his long legs curled up, he looked somewhat cramped and awkward.
But he clearly didn't care. Holding his knees and stretching his arms, his fingers rhythmically swiped through the tablet as he replied lazily:
I know, Suzuo has said it many times, I remember.
I remember, but I'll still be disobedient when I should be listening.
It was inevitable that the Six Eyes would be brain-taxing, although his use of Reverse Cursed Technique was still unskillful and inconsistent, his consumption was already much better than before.
Combined with various eye-covering cursed tools and a workload that was practically non-existent, Satoru Gojo had never lived such an easy life since he was born.
The biggest hardship he had faced recently was even the heartache of love!
For a genius like Satoru Gojo, no one from ancient times to the present has been more familiar with the Six Eyes and Limitless than he.
Even the Elders of the Gojo Clan could not dispute this.
Only a theorist like Kobe Suzuo would mumble things like "If your blue bar runs out, your health cap should be reduced" or "Depletion is irreversible, you need to watch your health," constantly nagging him.
How should I put this feeling? It was novel, not exactly unpleasant.
Satoru Gojo raised the tablet, pointing to the contact entry for Utsunomiya Kaori, "I don't think the people from the Kammo Clan have anything to do with that brat next door."
Kobe Suzuo rubbed his already mostly dry white hair. "Why would you think that? From what I've investigated, everything bad currently happening is related to the name 'Kammo."
Satoru Gojo shook his hair like a cat, his tone proud and disdainful:
Because they are both weak and cowardly, they have absolutely no ability to handle something this big.
Kobe Suzuo smoothed Satoru Gojo's hair with his knuckles. "But that's compared to Satoru, right? If compared to Satoru, the whole world would be left feeling inferior."
Satoru, you are as beautiful and dazzling as a comet.
Satoru Gojo..
He tossed the tablet aside, stood up, turned around, grabbed Kobe Suzuo's head to rub it roughly along with his own.
Still not satisfied, he gritted his teeth and snatched the half-damp towel that had brushed against his hair, throwing it over Kobe Suzuo's face.
You're being too frivolous, Suzuo, I'm talking about serious business!
Kobe Suzuo leaned back against the chair, humming in agreement with a hint of a smile in her voice, signaling Satoru Gojo to continue his analysis.
The Kammo Clan is truly pathetic. The current Clan Head is a playboy loser; the entire clan can't find a single qualified heir.
Satoru Gojo moved the towel up slightly, exposing his nose and mouth to let Kobe Suzuo breathe, but it still blocked his eyes.
Someone is using 'benefits' to trade with the Kammo Clan; the likelihood of them doing bad things is higher. After all, those old geezers have been weak and stupid for generations.
Kobe Suzuo's vision went dark for a moment, a muffled yet hearty laugh erupted from his chest, "Haha."
He echoed like a mindless insect, "Indeed, that is what I think as well."
From the Kammo Kenrin incident 150 years ago until now, if the Kammo Clan truly had the brains to plot for a hundred years, they would have already dominated the Gojo and Zenin Clans.
How could they still be suppressed by the other two families like they are now.
The King of Curses has been reincarnated into the world, a Sorcerer suspected of possessing immortality has begun to become active.
Naturally, the grudges from a thousand years ago should also be resolved by the people from a thousand years ago.
Once Yuji's condition stabilizes, I'll bring a foolproof team of professional bodyguards to drag that old guy Tengen out to get some sun.
Kobe Suzuo's lip color was pale, his lip shape was a standard thin set, always slightly pursed, with a smile that was consistently rational and restrained.
But just like his peach blossom eyes that were always obscured by his glasses, when Kobe Suzuo truly smiled, his subtle canines were highlighted.
It was a completely bland and inexperienced appearance.
It looked as if a single kiss would leave her flustered, then he could easily pry it open, allowing his tongue to lick those small, rounded canines.
Satoru Gojo's fingers brushed past Kobe Suzuo's new cartilage piercing, moved down to her Adam's apple, finally tilted her chin up.
“Satoru?”
Kobe Suzuo was blindfolded, calling out Satoru Gojo's name as if she were completely unaware.
It's fine to give a little kiss, after all, I'm the one who initiated it.
I want to give it a try.
He leaned down slowly, as if he were sneaking out of the house for the first time, as if he were in the midst of a pleasant battle, as if he were being teased by Kobe Suzuo's sweet words, his heart pounding.
“Mr. Suzuo, Satoru-kun, what happened..”
I'm sorry for the intrusion. Goodbye.
Suguru Geto only regretted that his concern had clouded his judgment, causing him to fail to knock on the door and stumble into a romantic scene, only to face the prospect of being hunted down by Satoru Gojo.
He no longer cared what role he played in this story.
Because, at this cliché third-wheel frequency, he was bound to live until the grand finale.
The office door opened and closed.
Satoru Gojo's hand trembled, the towel fell.
Lips met soft skin, but it was the knuckles of Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo covered his mouth, his peach-blossom eyes curving toward Satoru Gojo, his voice muffled and slightly distorted, "Satoru, not yet."
Satoru Gojo's face instantly turned beet red, he suddenly bolted away like a cat startled by a cucumber, then he tilted his head back and put on an act of composure to bluff:
Huh? Suzuo, you're overthinking it! I was just startled by that guy Suguru Geto! And Suzuo bumped into me! Who would want to sneakily kiss you? You're just being delusional, Suzuo!
He emphasized the name "Suzuo" three times in a single breath, possessing an air of someone who was inadvertently exposing himself.
Moving from headphones to ear studs, Merlin felt that the code was a bit too full of "dog food," so he used some idle computing power to create a "puppy" title for himself.
Young Master, the little brat just wants to kiss you.
Kobe Suzuo's smile remained unchanged as he calmly removed his ear stud.
Author's Note:
This chapter counts as yesterday's (I'm just late like this..)
Chapter 58: That Sukuna
Kobe Suzuo met Itadori Yuji in the leisure park facing the research institute.
A pink-haired child with clearly Asian features was crouching on the dilapidated playground equipment, hugging his knees, looking listless and dejected with grass clippings and dust clinging to his clothes and face.
A few ill-intentioned vagrants were also wandering around the surroundings.
No matter how you look at it, something was wrong.
Kobe Suzuo waved his hand to signal the driver to stop the car.
The child was all alone, but his expression was incredibly vivid, frowning and pouting, his mouth moving as if he were conversing with someone.
His eyes turned red, he shouted something in a fit of anger, as large tears tumbled down like pearls from a broken string.
Kobe Suzuo saw the child's mouth clearly; the child was speaking Japanese.
Sukuna is a big bastard!
Kobe Suzuo raised an eyebrow and signaled the driver to get out and check the situation.
At that time, he had not yet associated the name Sukuna with the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.
He thought the child had gone missing or had a conflict with the family, so he had Merlin check the nearby surveillance and helped to call the police.
But the child had run out on his own.
Although it was somewhat unbelievable for a three-year-old to run away from home, this child had indeed been acting alone, traveling from the commercial street nine kilometers away all the way to the leisure park.
Those homeless men had not left even after the driver appeared; instead, they were watching from the shadows with great vigilance.
A look of greed, one that was wary yet unable to hide its covetousness.
Kobe Suzuo canceled the emergency call and rolled down the car window with a frown.
The driver was a local, his Japanese was mediocre.
Fortunately, the child's vocabulary wasn't very extensive either, so the two of them—one adult and one child—were able to communicate quite smoothly.
Kobe Suzuo saw the driver point in his direction, the child stood up from the slide, looking over from afar.
His amber eyes were sparkling as he waved his hand energetically.
She was a completely different type from Fushiguro Tsumiki and Fushiguro Megumi, who possessed a sense of composure amidst their shyness that was far beyond their years.
Kobe Suzuo responded subconsciously, raising his hand and waving it slightly in front of the window.
The chubby little kid flashed a wide smile, his chubby cheeks bulging with a healthy, rosy glow.
Although both the person and the clothes were filthy, at least there were no visible signs of abuse on their appearance.
The driver sent a text message at the same time:
Boss, this child's name is Itadori Yuji. It seems he was kidnapped and sold here. He said a monster disguised itself as his mother and took him away from Japan.