So, please.
Kobe Suzuo pleaded:
Aside from great Jujutsu Sorcerers like Satoru and Suguru, who are powerful, incredibly talented, smart, hardworking, no one should be able to easily deal with a Cursed Spirit of that level while ensuring their own safety.
Kobe Suzuo really knows how to coax people.
He knew perfectly well that he was saying it on purpose, knew perfectly well that he always dodged the core of a matter to cover things up, knew perfectly well that this man was as cunning as a fox.
But when he let down the deliberate sense of distance and the constant, composed aura, he would still unconsciously feel a sense of closeness and trust.
After all, he was a noble young master; after all, he was Kobe Suzuo.
Satoru Gojo gave a light huff. He knew clearly that Kobe Suzuo was being evasive again; ever since they met, this person had always been playing him.
He picked up a spoon and finished off the small chocolate sundae at light speed, then stepped toward Kobe Suzuo with incredible speed, rubbing Kobe Suzuo's hair—which was held in place by hairspray—as if venting his frustration.
“Suzuo, Suzuo.”
Satoru Gojo instinctively called Kobe Suzuo's name twice, but as he cupped her face and met those peach-blossom eyes, he forgot what he wanted to say.
Kobe Suzuo took Satoru Gojo's hand and smiled softly, slowly lowering his head until he stopped just a centimeter from the back of the hand, as if separated by Limitless, his warm breath brushing against the skin.
He maintained the pose and tilted his head up slightly, his peach-blossom eyes exceptionally gentle. "Stay safe."
It was an unconventional hand-kissing ceremony in many respects, but Kobe Suzuo performed it with restraint and tenderness, as if everything were being said without a single word.
It wasn't the excitement he had imagined, yet his heart wasn't without emotion either; caught in that intermediate state of flux, Satoru Gojo couldn't put his current thoughts into words.
But one thing was exceptionally clear.
He was hooked by Kobe Suzuo again.
Heat rose from the back of his hand, Satoru Gojo pulled his hand away as if burned, his eyelashes and hair even tinged pink.
He dragged Suguru Geto out in a fit of frustration, his shouting still audible from far away even after they had left the cafeteria.
I know, Suzuo is really too talkative.
[CG Young Master Gojo Wants You to Confess Your Love]
Kobe Suzuo saw this notification and manually pressed save.
All the tenderness on her face receded like the tide. Kobe Suzuo's expression turned cold as she cleared all the conversation logs regarding Satoru Gojo from the Merlin System after leaving Koushin Palace.
Chapter 68: That Battle
Mr. Suzuo, to be honest, I don't understand your approach.
Masamichi Yaga remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with hesitation, "Provoking those people like this might backfire."
Kobe Suzuo's pen paused, he tilted his head to ask back:
So you think if I'm honest and obedient, those old fossils will take a liking to me and let me off easy?
A mocking smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he extended a long index finger to point at his temple.
Is that even possible?
Seeing Kobe Suzuo's flippant attitude, Masamichi Yaga's brow furrowed even more deeply, the corners of his mouth turned down in a look of extreme solemnity.
It was bad enough that he had been stuck with two lawless students who acted like "living Buddhas," but now he had encountered a "perverted" supervisor like this one who stirred up nothing but trouble.
Masamichi Yaga's ability to maintain emotional stability was truly a god-given talent.
He massaged his temples as if suffering from a headache; seeing Kobe Suzuo's youthful and reckless face, he couldn't help but feel like a frustrated father.
But given the current strength and status of the Kobe Family, you could entirely choose a more stable way of acting. There is no need to..
Masamichi Yaga paused, looking out the window at the battlefield outside. Due to the clash between Fushiguro Toji and Ryomen Sukuna, the earth had been churned and uprooted, looking as if both sides had been plowed. He added:
“There is no need to take such a risk.”
Kobe Suzuo looked out the window along with him, her tone so casual it was almost perfunctory:
Yeah, after a low-profile resignation this morning, those unawakened Old Oranges will be slapping the charge of defection on former Director Kobe Suzuo this afternoon and sentencing him to death.
The executioners would likely be members of the Jujutsu High faction close to Kobe Suzuo, with the highest probability being Satoru Gojo or Suguru Geto.
It is also possible to simply assign this mission to both of them at the same time, letting them supervise each other.
In the process of hunting down Kobe Suzuo, one could also arrange some accidents to create friction, leading the two to turn against each other and, in the process, weakening the strength of the Gojo faction.
Kobe Suzuo thought aimlessly that Old Orange of the Elders Council was just like that.
You can't live without pressure; if life gets too comfortable, they'll find all sorts of ways to cause trouble.
Too much pressure isn't good either; if pushed too far, they become like a plague, biting anyone they see.
It was still some distance away from the Cursed Spirit, but it was already quite far from the person.
Masamichi Yaga was momentarily speechless.
It sounded absurd, but if it were the Elders Council, they could truly pull something like that off.
The Kobe Family had formed an alliance with the Inumaki Family and entered into collaborations with the Gojo Clan and the Zenin Clan, accumulating wealth at a staggering rate. They appeared to be at the height of their power, looking as if they had already become the premier family beneath the Three Great Families.
But if Kobe Suzuo, the pillar of the family, were to fall, the remaining clan members would immediately experience the harsh reality of the world.
Masamichi Yaga remained silent, watching as Kobe Suzuo took the laptop from the secretary sitting in the passenger seat, performed a few operations on the red and green data tables, then handed it back.
His hands never stopped moving, two circles were marked on the radar positioning icon; these were the locations of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit being tracked by Satoru Gojo's side.
[Kobe: Mei, keep the crow at this distance. It's reached its limit.]
[Mei: Understood, Boss]
Kobe Suzuo was very busy, never stopping her work throughout the journey, maintaining high efficiency and energy the entire time, like a robot that never made a mistake.
Merlin integrated the Cursed Spirit images captured by the crow, sent the real-time location to Satoru Gojo, popped up a window as if sighing in admiration.
[Merlin: Even among the most exaggerated group of overbearing CEOs, your workload ranks among the top, Young Master; it's comparable to an Emperor's workload.]
[Kobe: But eighty percent of that workload is caused by the Elders Council. Actually, Masamichi Yaga was right; I really should resign and take a break.]
Kobe Suzuo typed without expression and transferred the call from the Director's Office Secretary to Merlin.
[Kobe: I'm leaving it to you]
[Merlin..]
Merlin switched to the "Young Master Voice Pack" and spoke coldly before the Secretary General could open his mouth: "One minute."
The secretary summarized it in one sentence: "The Elders Council is extremely dissatisfied with your intrusion into Koushin Palace and demands that you provide a reasonable explanation."
Let them go ask Tengen themselves.
Secretary: "They require you to appear in person."
Merlin took a deep breath: "Then I'll go back to the meeting and have the Elders deal with the Cursed Spirits?"
Secretary: "The Elders said.."
Stop," Merlin interrupted. "Time's up. If there are still questions, have them come to me in person.
Merlin hung up the phone decisively and said sincerely:
[Young Master, I support you. Resigning to become the world's richest man, using the power of money to take over the Jujutsu World—that's a popular and satisfying plotline. Or, you could just become an emperor.]
Kobe Suzuo curled his lips and opened the car window.
His loose bangs swayed in the wind as he whispered to himself, "If only it could be resolved that easily."
Masamichi Yaga did not hear the words that had vanished into the wind, but he did not naively ask about them as he had when they first met.
Sometimes, Masamichi Yaga even suspected that spending too much time with those two brats, Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo, had caused them to pick up some bad habits.
Only now had the calm, composed, highly capable, mysterious Jujutsu Director turned into the arrogant radical he is today.
I thought you would at least wait until Satoru officially took over the Gojo Clan.
Kobe Suzuo looked at Masamichi Yaga with surprise, "What does that have to do with Satoru-kun?"
With all this nonsense in the Jujutsu World, if we don't deal with it quickly, are we supposed to wait until the series finale?
Kobe Suzuo pressed the earpiece in his right ear, gave two responses, nodded toward Masamichi Yaga, "The time has come. We'll talk later."
He said as he pushed the car door open, stepped out with long legs, held a familiar blue and white megaphone in his hand.
Masamichi Yaga was confused. He got out of the car and was stopped by the secretary in the passenger seat. "Principal Yaga, we can just wait here."
Kobe Suzuo adjusted the volume while walking, finally coming to a halt on a patch of grass that was barely intact, becoming nothing more than a small, blurry shadow in Masamichi Yaga's field of vision.
The shadow raised the loudspeaker, gave two small, preparatory coughs, spoke the moment the target reached the estimated position:
Sukuna, stop!
Toji, stop!
Two seconds later, a fist tore through the air with an unstoppable momentum, carrying a faint black light as it struck directly toward Kobe Suzuo's face.
Ryomen Sukuna's wicked voice rang in Kobe Suzuo's ear, "Kid, you called my name on purpose?"
Fushiguro Toji swung the Inverted Spear of Heaven with force, parrying Sukuna's second punch that followed close behind, his tone provocative: "Eh, how can you blame others for calling your name when your reaction was so slow during combat?"
Kobe Suzuo's expression remained unchanged as he took a step to the side, making room for Fushiguro Toji.
Sukuna let out a cold laugh, using the momentum of Fushiguro Toji's attack to push off the blade of the Inverted Spear of Heaven and create distance.
“The cursed tool is not bad.”
He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Why didn't you use it just now?"
Fushiguro Toji shrugged and threw up his hands, his movements causing the flesh on his waist and back to shift in a bloody, mangled mess.
Because the Boss said this thing is hard to fix, so he told me to cherish it and use it sparingly.
He gave a rogueish grin and raised an eyebrow at Kobe Suzuo. "You agree, don't you? Bread and Butter?"
Kobe Suzuo frowned at the smell of blood on him.
Then why didn't you listen when I told you to take good care of Yuji and not to provoke Sukuna's Finger?
Fushiguro Toji showed no signs of guilt, his skin incredibly thick. "One thing is one thing; I was just acting in self-defense."