There were already several beer cans piled up at his feet, on the table were seafood and braised dishes—all of them appetizers that would make Kobe Suzuo's stomach ache at a single glance.
At times like this, one couldn't help but feel especially envious of a Jujutsu Sorcerer's constitution.
Satoru is very perceptive; there's nothing wrong with that.
Kobe Suzuo said indifferently:
The intelligence they obtained was all provided by me, so it was impossible to verify in the first place. He was able to maintain a skeptical attitude and proactively ask questions to distinguish right from wrong.
Kobe Suzuo smiled casually, "I think he did very well."
Fushiguro Toji curled his lips slightly and said no more.
Kobe Suzuo was acting so much like someone head over heels in love; it was so sour it left one speechless.
There's nothing wrong with being a supporting character.
Kobe Suzuo suddenly spoke up, returning to the topic that Fushiguro Toji thought would end without further discussion.
Supporting Characters also have their own lives and storylines; as for whether they are brilliant or not, the evaluations received from others are meaningless.
.. I thought you would say something like, 'Everyone is the protagonist of their own life.'
That's very correct. If you could think that way, you wouldn't have such a strong tendency toward self-destruction.
Fushiguro Toji looked at the beer can in his hand and did not respond.
Kobe Suzuo continued:
Stories have their ups and downs. Being a supporting character with infinite possibilities, or a mere spectator, is much better than being a protagonist walking a predetermined path toward a fixed ending.
You sound like a Protagonist who has popped out of some story, powerless to change the ending.
Fushiguro Toji curled his lips. "Is this another one of your signature metaphors?"
Kobe Suzuo looked at the screen, inputting follow-up commands into Merlin, repeated what he had said to Satoru Gojo:
“It is my experience as the Protagonist.”
..
[Merlin: Young Master, you said a bit too much to Fushiguro Toji tonight. Did you actually succeed in seducing him?]
[Owner: I thought that besides the "Satoru x Suzuo" entry, I had already deleted all the other branches in your database.]
[Merlin: After all, data is constantly being collected and verified. Based on the fundamental instruction that "Kobe Suzuo and True Love achieve a Happy Ending," it is normal for the verification results to be as volatile as human emotions.]
[Owner: But you can filter out the trash information and prevent it from appearing before me, can't you?]
[Merlin: But helping the Young Master and reminding the Young Master to remain rational is also my responsibility, is it not?]
[Merlin: Young Master, set aside all that business about Gojo, Fushiguro, Sukuna.]
[Merlin: Emphasizing the "Awakening Feature" twice in less than two hours—that is not the behavior of someone in possession of their sanity.]
[Merlin: Young Master, your condition is very poor right now; it is time for you to get some rest.]
Kobe Suzuo's fingers on the keyboard twitched spasmodically twice. He sighed and turned off the equipment one by one, leaving only one host machine running calculations.
He glanced at Fushiguro Toji, who had started eating and drinking again:
Yuji has a very good personality and should be as easy to look after as your Megumi, but that child has a difficult Cursed Spirit King sealed inside him. You'd better not go looking for trouble with him when you have nothing better to do.
Kobe Suzuo checked the mailbox.
I heard from the Island Butler that you sent Megumi and Tsumiki to the manor before you came. If we return late tomorrow, you can take Yuji to the manor as well; it's safer over there.
Fushiguro Toji always did things as he pleased.
Kobe Suzuo didn't expect him to actually follow orders, so he simply sent a copy to Ford as well, assigning tomorrow's schedule to Ford.
After wrapping things up, Kobe Suzuo stood up from his office chair, his vision went black, nearly causing him to collapse.
Kobe Suzuo pulled a health bracelet out of a drawer and put it on; as expected, a series of debuffs appeared in his personal status bar.
I'm going to rest now; I'll leave the matter of looking after that child to you.
Kobe Suzuo pointed toward Yuji, who was staying in his room, then walked toward the other room.
Having been speechless for a long time, Fushiguro Toji watched Kobe Suzuo's movements, a massive question mark appearing above his head.
Wait, you're sleeping here? Isn't that room prepared as the duty room for me?
Kobe Suzuo's hand paused mid-motion as he opened the door, turning back to look at Fushiguro Toji in surprise. "What are you thinking? This is Satoru's room. How could I arrange it for you?"
Fushiguro Toji looked at the room where the Ryomen Sukuna vessel slept, then looked at the Young Master standing before the other door with a look of absolute entitlement on his face.
He pointed an index finger toward his own nose. "What about me? Where am I sleeping tonight?"
Kobe Suzuo looked at Fushiguro Toji, who was curled up comfortably on the sofa, tilted her head. "Sleep on the sofa!"
Chapter 63: That Cane
Fushiguro Toji sprang up with a "pop," gesturing to his own physique against the sofa. His expression was even more serious than when he was discussing the Protagonist with Kobe Suzuo just now:
Are you serious? You're making me sleep on the sofa?
Unlike the formal business style of the main office area, the reception area on the other side of the office opted for a casual style.
The gray and white patchwork fabric sofa was soft and comfortable, with a backrest featuring smooth, wave-like curves, paired with two peach-shaped chairs, looking leisurely and harmonious.
But that didn't change the fact that it was just an 1.8-meter double sofa, suitable only for lounging while snacking and watching matches.
When he actually lay down, his calves and feet hung off the edge.
In fact, with a physical strength like Fushiguro Toji's, not to mention sleeping on a sofa, even staying up all night wouldn't affect his condition.
But is that even a question of whether or not to sleep?
It's a question of whether the treatment has changed!
Aside from being a bit of a perfectionist regarding grooming and appearance, Kobe Suzuo was an unquestionable, perfect leader.
He is generous with his spending, offers top-tier benefits, grants maximum authority when assigning tasks downward, never meddling in his employees' affairs for no reason.
For employees with true strength, Kobe Suzuo will provide all forms of support, including funding and connections.
Provided that the results satisfy him.
The kind of god-tier boss that billions of workers dream of.
And Fushiguro Toji happened to be the type who was quite good at enjoying convenience.
It was said that he was acting as a bodyguard for Kobe Suzuo, but in reality, he was just standing guard whenever he received advance notice of an assassination attempt by a Sorcerer.
Aside from serving as a sparring partner for the Six Eyes kid, he was currently not as useful as the Kobe Family's security system.
When working the night shift, he would find a nearby room to stay in near the person he was protecting; after all, there were always plenty of vacant rooms in the residence chosen by Kobe Suzuo.
He had worked under Kobe Suzuo for nearly half a year, but this was the first time he had been ordered to sleep on the sofa by the door.
It was quite strange, feeling as if he had offended his benefactor and been kicked out to sleep on the sofa.
Fushiguro Toji clutched his chest, acting as if his heart were breaking:
“Don't be like that, boss. This isn't right. You'll catch a cold tonight. You're being too cruel to me.”
He simply ignored the tablet showing the match, the fancy late-night snack, the flowing beer.
That's true, it really isn't appropriate. What kind of bodyguard stands guard at night and sleeps on a sofa?
Kobe Suzuo had a cold expression. "You might as well just pull an all-nighter standing right here tonight."
After that, the opening and closing of the door happened in one fluid motion.
The two men in white coats waiting outside walked in, carrying silver briefcases.
Seeing Fushiguro Toji, he nodded expressionlessly as a greeting, then pushed open the door and entered Kobe Suzuo's room.
Ten minutes later, the white-coated men emerged silently, leaving the office like two ghosts.
Two minutes later, the office door was pushed open again, a young butler in a tailcoat bowed, handing Fushiguro Toji two bags.
This was prepared for you by the Young Master.
One of the bags contained a brown blanket.
Fushiguro Toji raised an eyebrow.
He took out the things inside another larger bag, shook them out, checked them repeatedly; it was a down sleeping bag.
The Island Butler bowed, "If Young Master says it is cold, use it; don't freeze to death."
Fushiguro Toji looked at the sleeping bag, which could withstand temperatures as low as -30°C, fell into deep thought.
The Young Master's thought process.. He couldn't be mocking me, could he?
A luxury sleeping bag worth a million yen?
After delivering the message, the young butler hesitated, "Sir, Young Master's office is equipped with an intelligent temperature control system, your this.."
Fushiguro Toji stuffed the sleeping bag into the bag and gave the butler a sidelong glance:
“What if your Young Master really wants to exile me to the Arctic to fight penguins?”
The butler was intimidated by the rogueish air about Fushiguro Toji, but he remained blunt: "Sir, there are no penguins in the Arctic."
Fushiguro Toji was utterly speechless. "Get lost, get lost. Don't stay here and disturb your Young Master's rest."
It's impossible to make things clear with lackeys like you, Kobe Suzuo's dogs.
The butler hesitated and wavered, but before leaving, he couldn't help but add, "Sir, this office uses top-tier soundproofing materials; even a noise of 60 decibels won't affect the Young Master's rest."
Fushiguro Toji..
He waved his hand impatiently, shooing them away again, "Hurry up and go, don't get in the way here."
The butler left with a complex expression.
Fushiguro Toji stretched his limbs, took the Choubao he had spat out, tossed it up and down in his hand.
After rummaging through the armory to find a weapon that felt right for tonight, Fushiguro Toji curled up on the sofa again, carrying a long katana.
There was no moon tonight, outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows lay the pitch-black night view of Tokyo Jujutsu High, where the mountains and forests swayed in the wind like ghostly shadows clamoring to swallow everything.