No matter how calm and composed a domineering CEO might be, he shouldn't be this composed at a time like this.
Kobe Suzuo suddenly spoke, "Don't worry, I have a way to go back."
He laughed, his peach-blossom eyes curving into a beautiful arc. "After all, Satoru is just like me—he is also a 'Child of the World'."
The light orb bounced, "Oh, I see.. Wait, huh? What did you say?"
Kobe Suzuo rested his hands folded over his abdomen, lying stiffly as if a vampire going to sleep, said with certainty:
“Satoru is the 'Protagonist'.. at the very least, he is a key figure capable of determining the direction of the story. You should understand this better than I do; once I say it, you should understand."
The light orb spun twice in the air.
What do I know? I don't know anything!
When we were communicating back then, the World Consciousness over there was deathly cold; it didn't even have the ability to autonomously interfere with the worldlines. The foundation of the story was skyrocketing, essentially being completely left to its own devices.
Then again, that brat Satoru's setting truly deserves the title of the Child of the World.
Good heavens, she truly is Suzuo; what incredible vision! She took a liking to that exquisite final project from the other world at first sight.
It's a pity that the other side is so cold and emotionless, failing to even add an "immortality aura."
But then again, if even the "Child of the World" faces the possibility of death, can they still be called the "Child of the World"?
Truly bizarre.
No, no, that's not the key point.
What do you mean, you can go back?
Kobe Suzuo closed her eyes and said calmly, "You will know when the time comes."
[World] remained silent, truly no longer pressing for answers.
It wasn't that He didn't want to, but things had already come to this, He truly could do nothing about Kobe Suzuo.
It circled Kobe Suzuo two more times; although the child had many personal thoughts, he grew more and more satisfied the more he watched.
Sifting through Merlin's database from a distance, it began replaying the video for the umpteenth time.
[World] watched the video, then looked at the lying Kobe Suzuo, couldn't help but start babbling again.
But Suzuo, you're even more cold-hearted than I thought. When you were being rejected by the World, that blue-eyed kid was going to be scared to death by you! He might even develop a psychological trauma!
As it spoke, it began to get excited again.
Once you go back, that child might just turn 'perverted'—you know, things like imprisonment, solitary confinement, darkening, or possessiveness.
Hehe, a bite of this forced flavor is actually quite good every once in a while.
He had been immersed in human culture for many years and had deep feelings regarding this; the way he looked at Kobe Suzuo was like a domineering CEO about to enter the "wife-chasing crematorium" phase.
Is this your way of faking your death? One of those standard, heart-wrenching tropes. I thought with a personality like yours, you'd be far removed from such melodramatic nonsense in this lifetime.
Satoru won't remember me.
Kobe Suzuo suddenly said:
Before I go back, he will forget everything related to me, just like everyone else.
..
Satoru Gojo looked at the scene within the office.
A business-style workspace, featuring leather sofas and a black wood desk piled high with mountains of thick documents.
In the cool-toned lounge area, there was a bookshelf and a sofa set arranged around a small coffee table, with white Lisianthus and baby's breath blooming in a vase, their colors overlapping in an elegant arrangement.
Two closed doors served as the temporary lounge provided with the office.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling window, the sun had already completely set, leaving only a few streaks of colored clouds.
To Satoru Gojo, these scenes were like something he had seen in a dream, both familiar and strange.
Satoru?
Suguru Geto was just about to knock on the door when he saw Satoru Gojo standing by the window and felt a slight sense of surprise. "What are you doing in the Director's office?"
To hand in the mission report, obviously," Satoru Gojo blurted out. "What else would I be here for?
Suguru Geto looked at him with complete disbelief; this kid had always been one to avoid reports whenever possible.
Then where is your report?
Satoru Gojo patted his pockets, feeling around, but found nothing except for a few candies and a handkerchief.
He subconsciously curled his lip and crossed his hands behind his head.
Oops, I accidentally forgot to bring it. I'll just have Utage and the other one deliver it later.
Satoru Gojo suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and began walking toward the door with a sprawling, awkward gait, catching a glimpse of a familiar dark color on the carpet out of the corner of his eye.
He pulled down his sunglasses; it was a dark red jade pendant.
The fox lying among the balloon flowers looked up at him and flicked its tail.
Author's Note:
I'm back! Everyone, please make sure to take care of your health!
Chapter 89: You Over There
So boring~
Satoru Gojo sat by the back window, his long legs propped up on the desk and swinging back and forth like a hyperactive child, causing the two back legs of the chair to scrape against the classroom floor with a piercing screech.
A soft spring breeze brushed against his face, pale pink flower petals carried by the wind clung to his snow-white hair, while a thin layer of gauze with a strange, shimmering luster covered his eyes.
He looked like a handsome and sentimental bohemian, but the moment he opened his mouth, his true nature as a troublemaker was laid bare.
Has there been any bizarre news lately? Something like celebrities having affairs or the mysterious deaths of wealthy heirs? Lately, I've had a preference for melodramatic plots—
Suguru Geto turned a deaf ear to the annoying remarks from his contemporary, focusing intently on comparing the information in his phone with that in the manual.
He clicked his ballpoint pen repeatedly, his gaze pausing as he caught a certain keyword on the page, then he took his pen and underlined it.
“It’s so boring—”
Satoru Gojo, being ignored, raised his voice, his long, plaintive cry echoing through the classroom like a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
He has been really idle lately.
Suguru Geto plugged his ears with his index fingers and helplessly offered a suggestion before Satoru Gojo could launch his next round of humming.
How about taking on a mission if you have nothing to do?
Satoru Gojo looked listless, pouting as he complained, "But the Special Grade missions posted on the app today are so boring. It feels like those Cursed Spirits are all really weak."
Suguru Geto's mouth twitched, he suggested again, "Then keep investigating your golden Balloon Flower. Didn't you say a while ago that there were new clues again?"
That clue was three months ago, alright!
Satoru Gojo was furious. "Geto! I am so disappointed in you. Our five years of friendship is so fragile! You don't care about me at all!"
Suguru Geto was speechless, responding to Satoru Gojo without even using his brain:
Yes, yes, so what about the investigation results? Have you found the Balloon Flower that you're obsessed with day and night?
Satoru Gojo looked heartbroken. "I told you guys, that was useless intel! The trail went cold a month ago!"
He lowered his legs from the desk and rested both elbows on his knees in a state of grief.
It has come to this. Our friendship as classmates has been exhausted, the conflict between us has become inevitable.
Satoru Gojo tore away the silk covering his eyes, wrapped it twice around his wrist in a simple fastening knot, declared loudly:
My foolish best friend! Let us settle this with a fight to the death!
Suguru Geto checked the identity information without a word, calmly closed the application guide, swung the corner of his book straight toward his classmate's snowy white head.
Behave yourself, Satoru. Can you not do such stupid things right before graduation?
Satoru Gojo reached out to catch the booklet that had been bounced back by Limitless; it was a thick stack consisting entirely of recruitment requirements from various major high schools.
This stuff is useless to the three graduates from the Tokyo School Class of 2010 who have already received their admission notices.
The Jujutsu World suffers from a shortage of personnel, with practical combat experience being more important than theoretical knowledge, so the original curriculum of Jujutsu High was four years.
Under normal circumstances, Japanese ordinary vocational colleges have a five-year curriculum. Within two years before or after graduation, students can enter a university through the transfer system by choosing a major that corresponds to their field of study.
Jujutsu High is not a proper school established for students to complete their studies normally, so of course, it does not meet the requirements for the transfer system.
But the higher-ups had opened a back door for this group of young people engaged in "special professions."
As long as they complete a five-year curriculum and pass the school's entrance exam, the school can grant the students admission eligibility.
It was simply too strange for Jujutsu Sorcerers to attend university; it felt as though they had suddenly returned from a frantic world filled with hot-blooded slaughter to reality, with a sense of dissonance appearing everywhere.
Therefore, since the proposal passed in '07 and the four-year program became a five-year program, Satoru Gojo and the others were the first cohort to proactively choose to take the exams and successfully get into university.
In fact, all three students in the class were admitted to prestigious universities, achieving a one hundred percent advancement rate, which gave Masamichi Yaga a massive shock.
After hearing that Suguru Geto's parents had received the University of Tokyo admission notice, they called Masamichi Yaga, overjoyed.
First, he expressed his gratitude for the school's cultivation, followed by a tactful expression of guilt for having once questioned the teaching standards of Jujutsu High, finally, he enthusiastically stated that he wanted to present a commemorative banner to his great homeroom teacher, Masamichi Yaga.
Masamichi Yaga felt a sudden pang of guilt as he listened, brushing off the comments with excuses like, "Suguru-senpai is a hardworking student; he deserves all the credit himself."
Satoru Gojo tossed the booklet to Suguru Geto and sat down at his own desk with little interest.
I don't get why you chose evolutionary biology. Does Geto actually like gorillas?
Suguru Geto frowned in disgust, slowly tidying his desk. "You have a massive misunderstanding of this major. By the way, I hate monkeys."
Satoru Gojo shrugged indifferently. "It's all the same. Anyway, no matter what we study, in the end, won't we still end up coming back to be Jujutsu Sorcerers?"
Suguru Geto’s movement as he stood up paused. He slowly looked at Satoru Gojo, his narrow, fox-like eyes devoid of emotion, yet his tone was inexplicably profound:
If we weren't Jujutsu Sorcerers, what would we be like? Have you ever thought about such a thing, Satoru?
He turned his head slightly, the earring hanging from his right ear shimmering faintly.
This was the Cursed Object the Director's Department had given him one year ago.