Having sensed the commotion here, Suguru Geto turned his head, his pupils trembling as he stepped forward to release a Cursed Spirit, attempting to intercept the fox formed from a phantom.
Satoru Gojo reacted quickly and stopped him, shaking his head silently.
Suguru Geto hesitated, looking toward Kobe Suzuo in the distance.
The elegant and handsome man tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his expression calm, with a few splashes of blood-red on his profile, looking almost like face paint.
Half of the pure white shirt was stained red, clinging to Kobe Suzuo's body, clearly revealing the lines of his muscles, his abdomen rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
In an instant, from Satoru Gojo's perspective, Suzuo's slender figure became almost transparent amidst a scene of interlacing gold and red.
Satoru Gojo took a step forward subconsciously, in the blink of an eye, Kobe Suzuo, who had seemed to vanish into thin air, became real once more.
The pendant in his hand changed from the golden hue symbolizing a bountiful rice harvest to a crimson red, like a setting sun.
It was like an ancient ritual.
Kobe Suzuo's physical constitution was too extraordinary; from his Cursed Technique to his identity, he always made people forget that he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
But at this moment, amidst the gorgeous interweaving of gold and red, the young and handsome man was like a sacrificial offering, left to be torn by beasts, eerie and strange.
There is no scene more fitting to the concept of Jujutsu than this.
As the bellflower on the pendant completely turned blood-red, the fox resting against Kobe Suzuo's neck narrowed its eyes and lifted its head with satisfaction.
A translucent golden tongue slowly licked the bite marks, the hideous wounds seemed to heal silently, as if vegetation were growing.
At the same time, the golden Cursed Energy converged, the blood all over Kobe Suzuo's body solidified into fine threads, intertwining and weaving with the golden strands to form a single mass, replacing the original black thread of the pendant.
Everything returned to silence, though the fishy, damp scent of blood in the air served as proof that what had just occurred was real.
Kobe Suzuo slowly opened his eyes, the fox curled into a ball, nesting within the bright red bellflowers like a ripe fruit of autumn.
He nodded in satisfaction; it was a success.
The bronze staff enhances the Cursed Technique, the fox mask conceals information.
The jade pendant, on the other hand, is an amulet, capable of pointing out a path in times of hardship that is sufficient to change the course of one's destiny.
Although each has its own flaws, overall, during the early stages of entrepreneurship when Merlin is unavailable to assist and there is a severe shortage of manpower, the Kobe Family Newbie Starter Pack is quite useful.
In a high-risk world with little social connections, it is quite reasonable for a CEO to have a few more cheat codes by his side.
Kobe Suzuo looked calm, showing neither fear nor awe, as relaxed as if he were merely signing a document at hand.
He did not hang the pendant back around his neck, but instead wrapped it twice around his wrist; the gold-red fine thread made his already pale skin appear almost transparent.
The small pendant swayed, Kobe Suzuo smiled calmly at Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto beside him:
Now, no matter where that guy runs, we've found him.
Suguru Geto closed his eyes to soothe his dry eyes, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "Um, Mr. Suzuo, are you alright?"
That amount of blood loss.. it's enough to kill someone. Even the Kammo Clan's Blood Manipulation isn't played with like this!
Kobe Suzuo pressed his shoulder and twisted his neck, offering a reassuring smile:
No problem. Once the Cursed Tool is successfully activated, the White Fox will heal the user's injuries according to the contract.
Kobe Suzuo took the suit jacket off Satoru Gojo's arm and draped it over his shoulders, then casually snatched his own phone from Suguru Geto's hand.
In the dead silence, as if only just remembering, Kobe Suzuo added belatedly:
White foxes are the deities worshipped by the Kobe Family, in the ancient texts, they are messengers of the god of fortune, Inari, so there is no need to worry.
But that was essentially a Cursed Tool made from a Cursed Spirit, wasn't it?
Suguru Geto nodded with a hint of hesitation, his eyes still following the pendant swinging from Kobe Suzuo's wrist, feeling for some reason that its bright red color was becoming increasingly seductive and eerie.
He didn't know much about these ancient family cursed tools and was just about to discuss them with his peer who had deep family roots, when he was startled by the dark-faced Satoru Gojo turning his head.
Satoru Gojo was quite intimidating when he was expressionless, the beautiful blue in his eyes appearing as if it had frozen into ice, his eyelashes like frost and snow.
Like some kind of emotionless, inorganic being.
Suguru Geto had an intuition that something was wrong, his gaze shifted back toward Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, rapidly scrolling through the messages he had missed.
He saw Suguru Geto looking over, with rapid movements, he operated his phone, his speech incredibly fast.
“It’s time to go! Don't let the others find out!”
After Kobe Suzuo finished speaking, he tossed the phone back to Suguru Geto. "Thanks for your hard work."
As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the helicopter arrived as expected.
The air currents from the wings tossed the black hair, the suit hanging on his shoulders seemed as if it were welded on; the hem fluttered, but the connection points remained motionless.
Suguru Geto held his phone, looking from Satoru Gojo to Kobe Suzuo, suddenly understood.
With a loving smile on his face, he patted his good friend on the shoulder and was the first to board the helicopter without hesitation.
“Satoru, is there something you want to say to me?”
Kobe Suzuo stood still, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as composed and dignified as always.
Satoru Gojo pouted childishly, walked in without a word, raised his hand to press it against Kobe Suzuo's neck.
Under the fair, translucent skin, pale blue veins were faintly visible, a pulse throbbed steadily beneath the fingertips.
Not long ago, there was a wound at that position that had been bitten by a fox and then healed by a fox.
Those bright, non-human blue eyes darkened. "If the Cursed Tool fails to activate, what will happen?"
Kobe Suzuo was restrained by Satoru Gojo, tilting his head slightly as he spoke the truth: "If it fails, the white fox won't come."
The hollow fox took its blood to "ask for directions," and the White Fox, carrying the possibility of changing fate, returned as a symbol of good luck, completing the entire ritual process.
If fate were unchangeable and the white fox did not come, Kobe Suzuo would likely be hospitalized for a while due to excessive blood loss.
If it were any more serious, he would likely be sent straight to Nobara Iori.
It fits the logic of the balance of the Jujutsu World perfectly.
In a sense, this thing could be used like a genie lamp.
Fate is merely ethereal; whether a wish can be fulfilled depends entirely on luck.
Kobe Suzuo rarely used this thing; after all, he could achieve his goals and fulfill his wishes through his own efforts without having to gamble.
“You're spacing out.”
Satoru Gojo's thumb brushed over his Adam's apple, pressing against the area just above the carotid artery, his hand completely enveloping Kobe Suzuo's neck.
Suzuo's Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the situation. "Satoru, your mood is a bit off."
Yeah." Satoru Gojo admitted directly. "I don't know why, but I'm a little angry.
In fact, the Six Eyes could see it very clearly: the flow of Kobe Suzuo's cursed energy and the activation of his Cursed Technique.
Including the moment the Binding was fulfilled, the atmosphere was filled with a chaotic and strange sensation.
As a bystander, he had enough time to think about everything happening before his eyes.
“Because you were worried about my safety?”
Kobe Suzuo raised his hand and placed it on Satoru Gojo's wrist, his voice gentle.
He did not feel uncomfortable because of those eyes that seemed able to see through him; instead, he felt as if he were being cared for by a cat.
Heart soft.
"Not at all." The cat rejected the person's assumptions.
Satoru Gojo released his hand from around Kobe Suzuo's neck, instead using his index finger to hook the pendant on his wrist.
“Suzuo is safe, I can see it.”
Kobe Suzuo choked up for a moment.
That was true; with the ability of the Six Eyes, Satoru Gojo would likely have understood what happened the very instant he used his Cursed Energy to activate the pendant.
Kobe Suzuo wanted to use his free hand to rub Satoru Gojo's head, but as his hand reached out, he touched not hair that felt smooth like silk, but the cold Limitless.
He sighed and asked, "Why is Satoru-kun unhappy?"
Satoru Gojo fiddled with Kobe Suzuo's palm, after a long silence, he suddenly spoke up to ask:
“Suzuo-kun, are you keeping something very important from me?”
Kobe Suzuo's fingers curled instinctively.
“You actually kept something from me!”
Satoru Gojo applied force with his hands, pulling Kobe Suzuo's arm downward, their foreheads collided heavily.
Confess!
That whimsical Limitless was turned off again at this moment.
After colliding with someone, Satoru Gojo and Kobe Suzuo both clutched their foreheads, their faces contorted in pain as they grimaced.
Satoru Gojo still held onto one of Kobe Suzuo's arms, like a cat clinging to a cat tree.
Kobe Suzuo was so close to him that he could clearly see every single eyelash and see those dark pupils slightly contracting with every breath.
Clear, divine, like an all-knowing eye that could see through everything.
Kobe Suzuo let out a cold breath, wanting to laugh at the sight of Satoru Gojo clutching his head looking so aggrieved.
He cleared his throat. "I can only tell Satoru a small part of it for now."
Satoru Gojo blinked.
I'm actually that mysterious Director Kobe.
“..”
Isn't it a surprise?
“..”
Satoru Gojo released his grip on Kobe Suzuo's hand and walked toward the helicopter's elevator without a trace of emotion on his face.
Heh, what a pleasant surprise.
Author's Note: