Kobe Suzuo looked at Suguru Geto's affectionate smile. What a wonderful piece of labor; when would he come to the company to work for him?
Just the thought of having such a capable subordinate made him happy, to the point that he even let out an inappropriate, staccato laugh of old money.
“Haha.”
Suguru Geto felt an inexplicable chill, a strange sensation as if his body were being watched by someone.
He glanced at Satoru Gojo, who was slumped beside him like a big shot, "By the way, why does the Gojo Clan have the largest number of undercover agents?"
Given the relationship between Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo, a powerful alliance between the two would be more appropriate.
Kobe Suzuo's pen tip paused, her gaze toward the chosen laborer turned subtle.
Satoru Gojo, who was calmly flipping through the documents with an air of composure, couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh.
Kobe Suzuo pressed a hand to her forehead. "If you were the head of the Gojo Clan, one day you suddenly discovered that a precious, promising jewel of your own family had a nouveau riche, who was good for nothing but money, suddenly appearing by her side from a fallen clan."
Kobe Suzuo continued amidst Satoru Gojo's increasingly unrestrained laughter, "And that lawless and spoiled darling happens to look upon this nouveau riche person in a completely different light."
Merlin couldn't help but add a finishing blow: "This nouveau riche is also seven years older than the precious little one."
Kobe Suzuo: Tsk.
Author's Note:
This chapter is a filler, chu~ [OK]
Chapter 60: That Enemy
Kobe Suzuo curled her fingers and tapped the table, then emphasized the hypothetical to Suguru Geto once more:
If you were the head of the Gojo Clan, your family's wealth was being stripped away, would you be anxious? Would you be on guard?
Satoru Gojo was hearing about this for the first time, laughing so hard he swayed back and forth before falling directly onto Kobe Suzuo.
He reached out to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, his messy white hair standing on end, said with a smile:
It's fine, Suzuo. If nothing goes wrong, I'll be the future Gojo Clan Head, we'll be a powerful alliance.
Suguru Geto was caught off guard by a sudden dose of public displays of affection, silently rephrased the sentence in his mind for Satoru Gojo:
Clan Head, Suzuo is not just some ordinary rich boy~
This wasn't just ordinary wealth; this was a super-invincible, concept-level domineering CEO.
Suguru Geto glanced at Kobe Suzuo, whose physique was a size smaller than Satoru Gojo's, whose appearance seemed exceptionally soft in the dim light.
He thought to himself: In reality, Mr. Suzuo was more like a luxurious, gold-encrusted jade cabbage, while Satoru-kun was merely the poor boy who managed to marry into a wealthy family.
He knew the Gojo Clan was wealthy, but no matter how wealthy they were, they could never be as wealthy as Kobe Suzuo!
Kobe Suzuo fell silent. Being the one in the wrong, he did not want to discuss this issue right now.
When he was frantically searching for the Fated Person back then, he was somewhat influenced by the World Consciousness.
He was always worried that if he moved a little too slowly, he would "be late" and add unnecessary obstacles to his journey of love.
He never expected that the Fated Person would be someone so young, pure, unrestrained, full of curiosity..
Merlin aimed the surveillance camera at Kobe Suzuo's face and spoke out of the blue:
Young Master, first of all, I respect you.
Secondly, according to existing Japanese laws, even if something were to happen, it wouldn't lead to an arrest..
Kobe Suzuo expressionlessly cut off Merlin's voice message.
It's not this that he cares about, okay?
Be a mature adult instead of a filthy one, do you understand, you evil Artificial Intelligence?
Kobe Suzuo pounded on the keyboard fiercely, her movements tinged with a hint of resentment, as she projected a portion of the analysis onto the screen.
He cleared his throat, deliberately steering the conversation back on track, presented a lengthy, detailed analysis through a combination of text and images.
I had someone verify the entry and exit logs of the Jujutsu High Treasury and screened all records from the three months since the surveillance cameras were installed. I have confirmed that numbers 4 through 9 of the Cursed Womb have been secretly swapped.
The person who acted was extremely cautious, using the same tokens that Kobe Suzuo's staff used to access the Treasury to enter and exit.
He did not take the specimen jar directly, but instead chose to swap it with something of similar contents.
The reason for not moving specimens 1 through 3 was likely because the first three Cursed Womb images were stronger and harder to imitate.
It neither broke the seal nor triggered the anti-theft device that Kobe Suzuo had installed on the specimen jar.
In the confession, undercover agent A stated that all of his actions were driven by his own selfish desires.
To make the Kammo Clan strong once again.
In reality, he had been brainwashed and subjected to gaslighting since childhood; he did whatever the clan told him to do, essentially losing his ability to make his own judgments.
But this person held an attachment to his mother and younger brother; after the psychological expert used some special methods, he finally managed to squeeze some information out of him through overtime work.
The person who sent him to swap the Cursed Womb was Kammo Takeshi, the one the Old Principal had mentioned in a roundabout way.
Kammo Takeshi, a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer and the paternal uncle of the current Kammo Clan Head.
He had a fiery temper, was dissatisfied with the current situation where the Kammo Clan was overshadowed by the Gojo Clan, was unhappy with the various systems implemented by the current Jujutsu Director; in short, he found the entire world disagreeable.
This person lacked the strength to replicate the Cursed Womb, was utterly unyielding.
Yes, before the Old Principal could even utter the name Kammo Takeshi, Kobe Suzuo had already used his position as Director to order the man's arrest.
But this man acted like a pig that didn't fear boiling water; no matter what was asked, he maintained a foul expression, if pressed further, he would stiffen his neck and shout, "If you have the guts, just kill me!"
The Kammo Clan Head, who was indulging in a paradise of beauties, was pulled out of his stupor in the middle of the night; upon hearing that his uncle had been arrested for conspiring with a Sorcerer, he remained indifferent and carefree.
Immediately made a phone call to Kobe Suzuo:
If all else fails, just sentence him to death. The Kammo Clan can just act as if this person never existed; don't let him drag us down with him.
Kobe Suzuo: You Kammo Clan members are all freaks.
No wonder the suspect has been working you family members over so relentlessly.
Now that we've investigated this far, it's time to mention a key figure.
Kammo Heiji, who was highly recommended by Dr. Cohen of the Research Institute, is a graduate student at the University of Cambridge, currently holds the highest academic degree among Jujutsu Sorcerers, is the primary reason why Kobe Suzuo went abroad.
Regrettably, Kammo Heiji was indeed nothing more than a hardworking graduate student with an "extraordinary background."
From what I've gathered, Kammo Heiji gives off a much more wholesome vibe than that mad scientist Cohen, who wants to perform illegal human experimentation at every opportunity.
From him, one could even see a hint of college-student-level innocence and foolishness, appearing so normal that he didn't seem like someone connected to the Jujutsu World.
Unless this person is a top-tier actor or a high-IQ criminal expert.
His background was even more clean to the point of being mediocre; even which pediatric hospital he had his teeth pulled from as a child was clearly recorded.
Raised in the United Kingdom with his parents, he had only visited Japan once during his high school graduation trip.
According to Kammo Heiji, his maternal grandfather, Kammo Heiki, was a reclusive and eccentric old man, but he had a very good relationship with his family.
Before the age of ten, Kammo Heiji spent every summer vacation at his grandfather's house.
He had read many jujutsu-related texts from his maternal grandfather and had seen many cursed tools.
Consistent with public records, Kammo Heiki was diagnosed with brain cancer thirteen years ago.
After the surgery was successful and they were discharged from the hospital, the originally reclusive old man and his youngest daughter—who was Kammo Heiji's mother—had a massive falling out and did not see each other again until death.
I remember my mother shoving me into the car with tears streaming down her face, taking me away from my maternal grandfather's home overnight. She said to me, 'Heiji, my father is already dead.'
Kammo Heiji placed both hands on his knees, his sanpaku eyes trembling as he blinked; the dark parts of his eyes were smaller and the whites were whiter, giving his mediocre face a strange, ghostly appearance.
Grandfather stood there; his appearance, his voice, his demeanor, his aura, even his Cursed Energy—everything was exactly as it had been before, without the slightest difference.
But my mother told me that my maternal grandfather is already dead, the one standing before me is a despicable evil spirit that stole someone else's body.
Kammo Heiji and Kobe Suzuo locked eyes, then quickly averted their gazes as if out of shyness, their fingers nervously twisting together.
I'm sorry, Mr. Suzuo, I didn't mean to scare you on purpose.
The black-haired, black-eyed young man swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and dry. "You are from that side; you should be able to understand my fear. You know, certain special Cursed Techniques possess a sense of uniqueness, don't they?"
At this moment, he seemed like an ordinary person who had caught a glimpse of the other side of the world, witnessing something indescribable.
Kobe Suzuo nodded.
Like the Zenin Clan's Ten Shadows Technique, the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes and Limitless, Tengen's Immortal Technique—these Cursed Techniques all possess uniqueness.
As long as the previous holder of a Cursed Technique does not die, a new holder of that technique will not be born; the world can do without them, but two cannot exist at the same time.
Kammo Heiji said, "In my grandfather's collection, there is a classic brought out from the Kammo Clan, which records various powerful Cursed Techniques from the past thousand years."
His eyes darted left and right, as if confirming that the environment of their conversation was absolutely safe, before he spoke slowly, his tone growing increasingly excited:
“A thousand years ago, another kind of 'Immortal Technique' was born at the same time as Tengen's Immortal Technique. Through 'body snatching,' or rather, replacing one's body with a younger one, one could achieve the purpose of extending their lifespan.”
That Jujutsu Sorcerer 'disappeared' after his Cursed Technique was exposed. Some say he is already dead, while others say he has taken over a new body, becoming an immortal demon.
Kobe Suzuo retracted the expression in his eyes, leaned in slightly, asked in a low voice, "Do you support the latter version? Because for thousands of years, a similar Cursed Technique has only appeared once?"
To be honest, it was a bit of a stretch.
But if this Cursed Technique truly existed, then many of the actions of the person behind the scenes could be explained reasonably.
Kammo Heiji suddenly became fidgety, a layer of sweat breaking out on his interlaced fingers.
I just.. every time I see that suture on my grandfather's head, I feel.. I feel uncomfortable. Modern medicine isn't advanced enough to support brain transplant surgery, I mean..
As if the courage he had finally mustered had been punctured, Kammo Heiji lowered his head.
I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know.
Kobe Suzuo sighed, a corner of his mouth curling upward as he tried his best to appear friendly, "I have a general idea now. A very interesting hypothesis."
Kammo Heiji breathed a sigh of relief.
Kobe Suzuo said some more pleasantries, casually mentioning, "Are those ancient texts being kept by your mother now?"
The college student was so overwhelmed by the various perks that he felt lightheaded, almost doubting if he was hallucinating. After a moment of processing, he replied slowly and dazed.
After the surgery, my maternal grandfather believed those things would bring misfortune to the family after his death, so he destroyed them all.