Without giving him a chance to regret it, the three students jumped up and down in celebration, surrounding him and spinning in a circle, which forced him to swallow his words of regret.
What should he do? He had talked big!
Of course, there are benefits to this as well. With a carrot dangled in front of them, the students applied one hundred and twenty percent of their enthusiasm to their studies; even the dry subjects didn't seem so dull anymore.
Anyway, they found those theoretical pieces of knowledge quite engaging, they would even use them to draw inferences to ask him questions.
At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi let out his ten-thousandth sigh: "Reborn, why am I able to answer all of their questions so clearly and precisely, leaving the students in absolute awe? Do you have any idea why?"
Are you really not feeling guilty about those devilish training sessions of his?
Reborn felt no guilt; in fact, he quite appreciated it. Watching Chun Gang talk eloquently from the lectern about how to bite a piece of profit out of the opponent's boss, he felt very gratified.
Well, once Chun Gang returns, he can go negotiate; after all, having reinforced his knowledge once more, the next step is practical application.
In the Otherworld, Sawada Tsunayoshi shuddered, feeling as though someone was out to get him.
Gojo Satoru roared, "Whoever dares to harm Sensei, I will take their life! No one can stop our Jujutsu High Mafia from dominating the world!"
Geto Suguru spoke with a devious, villainous expression, "Sensei, just tell us who you find unpleasant, we'll go blow up their headquarters tonight."
Ieiri Shoko also said with a serious and solemn expression, "Switching from medicine to poison isn't out of the question, gagagagaga."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was horrified. What kind of unruly people were these? How could they get into character faster than anyone else, almost catching up to Reborn?
Wait a minute, Reborn has been appearing far too frequently today; I'm a bit scared, so I don't want to think about him for now.
Because something interesting was dangling in front of them, Jujutsu High fell into a temporary silence, every day the students immersed themselves in a sea of knowledge.
For a time, the Board of Directors was quite satisfied with Sawada Tsunayoshi's efficiency, giving him plenty of money and weapons and telling him to do a good job.
In their eyes, the fact that these troublemakers weren't active outside meant they must be undergoing torture by Sawada Tsunayoshi.
During this time, Sawada Tsunayoshi himself also clarified his worldview and came to understand the abilities and status of his three classmates.
Because of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi—a semi-normal, semi-abnormal person from a world with a flame-based worldview—fell into a state of confusion.
Cursed Spirit, is this thing really logical?
No matter how you look at it, it's incredibly dangerous and terrifying!
This is even more terrifying than a ghost!
In the student dormitory on the other side, Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, lazily flipping through the materials his clan had sent him. After finishing them, he carelessly tossed them under the bed and closed his eyes.
Hey Suguru, Shoko, do you think the Otherworld actually exists?
Geto Suguru pondered, "Do you think we're going to cross over? If so, I want to travel into the Pokemon world."
Ieiri Shoko said casually, "Anything is fine, but can you please stop making me, a student, work overtime?"
Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin and added seriously, "I want to be an orca."
In short, no one believed Gojo Satoru was telling the truth; they all simply took it as nonsense, assuming he was acting like a chuunibyou after reading some interesting manga.
Only Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a slight difference, which was that Gojo Satoru was no longer looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, but had instead switched to looking at him as if he were an Ultraman alien.
During class, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Sensei, are you really from the Port Mafia? Can you save a spot for me when you go back? I don't want to be a jujutsu sorcerer anymore."
Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko couldn't tell if he meant it seriously or not; either way, he looked quite earnest.
Sawada Tsunayoshi shuddered in fear. If he trained his students to become members of the underworld, how would he be any different from Reborn? Oh, he didn't mean to say anything bad about Reborn.
“Gojo-kun, the Port Mafia world is very cruel; you should just focus on being a student.”
Ieiri Shoko said pointedly, "But the survival rate of jujutsu sorcerers isn't much better; they might even die even faster." It was incredibly ironic to hear such words coming from a healer.
Sawada Tsunayoshi also wanted to sweep away this world on the brink of collapse. Who could believe that high school students were saving the world? Instead of staying in school to learn, these high school students were flying all over the country to carry out the most dangerous missions.
It really shouldn't be this way.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's gaze softened. "You are all still young, at the age where you should be learning knowledge and shaping your worldview. You really shouldn't be rushing to the front lines. I will report this to the higher-ups and reduce your workload."
Adults aren't all dead, so how can we let children go up there?
He selectively ignored his own age, as well as the age he was when he saved the world back then.
He also underestimated the uselessness of the high-ranking officials of this world and the insidious nature of the villains.
That night, Sawada Tsunayoshi received a phone call from the Board of Directors. The voice on the other end questioned him, "What are you doing? Why haven't you made your move yet?"
Tsunayoshi: "Huh?"
The person opposite: "I know you have gained their trust. Why didn't you turn them against them? Why didn't you take action? Sawada Tsunayoshi, have you betrayed us?"
How can one speak of betrayal when one has never even pledged allegiance?
His silence gave the person opposite him a false sense of security, who then said gloomily, "Fine, very well, you're about to find out what happens when you provoke us."
The next day, while Sawada Tsunayoshi was walking down the street, he was attacked by a group of assassins.
By the time the students arrived at the hospital, they saw Sawada Tsunayoshi wrapped up like a mummy.
Geto Suguru's expression was grim: "Sensei, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
Gojo Satoru gave a rare click of his tongue. "If you just gave me a call, I would have come to help you. I know you're also resisting them, so there's no need to save us the trouble; I can still handle those old fossils."
Young Master Gojo knew many things; he knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi had come to them with an ulterior motive, then his Six Eyes revealed more to him, finally, he shared some information with Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko.
In short, the three of them all knew that Sawada Tsunayoshi was a good person, that his refusal to fear powerful authority meant he was determined to protect them.
Young people are easily moved by such drama, they especially love plots involving turning against darkness for the sake of justice. Thus, the two of them were filled with righteous indignation; from their stance, it looked as if Sawada Tsunayoshi only had to say a single word, they would charge into the high-level headquarters to avenge him.
Sensei, I'll go buy whatever you want to eat.
Sensei, do you have any other wishes?
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "?!"
No, he had just tripped and fallen by accident; why were their attitudes so strange? Could it be that he had accidentally contracted some kind of terminal illness without knowing?
Beside them, Ieiri Shoko, who had immediately checked Sawada Tsunayoshi's body upon arrival and knew he was perfectly fine, just watched the two of them make fools of themselves. Well, she wasn't at all frustrated or tired; in fact, she was even a little happy.
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Does Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru really not know? Are they really that naive? Not necessarily.
In short, it was possible that they truly hadn't noticed Sawada Tsunayoshi's flushed complexion and thought he was just heavily bandaged, or perhaps they were simply happy to let things develop this way, as it would provide them with an excuse to cause trouble for others.
Gojo Satoru grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand and said sincerely, "Tian Laoshi, just focus on recovering from your injuries. I will avenge you. It just so happens that I know a secret hiding spot used by those Old Oranges, I'm going to use that Eight-Egg knowledge you taught us to blow that place up."
Geto Suguru also gave an innocent, harmless little smile. "Sensei, practice brings true knowledge. We have already mastered the theoretical knowledge; next, it remains to be seen how we apply it in practice."
Ieiri Shoko raised an eyebrow. Seeing the dumbfounded, wide-eyed Sawada Tsunayoshi, she finally realized the schemes these two male classmates were plotting.
Just throw in the gas grenades I made as well; I can't stand seeing all this fighting and killing.
What, what? What are they talking about? Is it a generational gap between him and these kids, or what? And Shoko, are gas bombs really such good weapons? You can't stand bloodshed, so you plan to have them taken out silently, don't you?
Sawada Tsunayoshi let out an awkward cough, drawing their gazes toward him, asked in a hoarse voice, "You're joking, right?"
After a long silence, no one responded, the three students just stared at him with innocent expressions.
You're joking, right?
Right!
Geto Suguru let out a chuckle, unable to keep a straight face any longer: "Don't let Tian Laoshi be scared; we were just joking. We are all students; we wouldn't do anything that terrifying."
As if you wouldn't be able to do it even if you weren't a student.
Promise me that you absolutely won't do anything bad behind my back.
The three students swore one after another, "We will absolutely not do anything bad behind Sawada Sensei's back."
In the middle of the night, a massive flying Cursed Spirit carried Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru out through the dormitory window. Gojo Satoru said with a squint-eyed grin, "We didn't break our oath, you know. Blowing up Old Orange was actually doing something good; it's not a bad thing."
Oh, is that so?
A faint voice rang out from behind them, causing Geto Suguru to break into a cold sweat. He could barely maintain control over the Cursed Spirit, the two of them were jolted violently, nearly falling from mid-air.
The two turned around and met Sawada Tsunayoshi's dark eyes.
Because it is night, your eyes are black too.
How humorous.
Sawada Tsunayoshi asked them, his voice filled with resentment and a sense of "I knew it," "Do you dare say that again while looking me in the eyes?"
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru looked at each other. Was that a "yes," a "no," or a "maybe"? It was truly a difficult choice to make.
"At this point." Gojo Satoru chuckled.
Geto Suguru added with a smile, "In that case."
The two of them said simultaneously, "Then there's nothing we can do."
Geto Suguru turned around, Gojo Satoru grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi; they also took the sleeping Ieiri Shoko along for the ride, as the group flew through the dark night toward the distant future.
Mm, it feels a lot like a grand finale, doesn't it?
That is, assuming you ignore Ieiri Shoko's pajamas, her dark eyes, the large bumps on Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's heads, Sawada Tsunayoshi's loud screams as he tripped and fell while suffering from a fear of heights.
Sawada Tsunayoshi clung to the unknown creature's large wings, screaming in terror. Flying by himself was one thing, but being carried while flying was quite another! Be serious, would you!
Aaaaaah, slow down! I'm going to fall!
Geto Suguru: "Sensei isn't afraid, my technique is very good, I won't fall."
Gojo Satoru: "Hahahaha, Sawada Sensei, you're such a coward. How can you be afraid of something like this?"
Ieiri Shoko: ".. So noisy, I want to sleep."
That night, the Board of Directors' headquarters was blasted into rubble by several bombs of unknown origin. A few old men failed to escape in time and were buried forever underground. Even more old men roared in fury, ordering their subordinates to speed up their efforts, insisting that they must find the culprit and tear them into a thousand pieces to vent their rage.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lay on the ground panting heavily; that was too intense. That kind of simple bombardment without supernatural abilities was just too thrilling. Having experienced so much combat with flames, he had truly never fought such a grounded battle before.
Gojo Satoru squatted down, spreading his legs and poking Sawada Tsunayoshi's face. "Sensei, you're way too weak. You're already done after just this much?"
He curled his lips. Oh dear, what would his weak and helpless teacher do if he were left without them?
He can't do anything bad, he can't do anything thrilling.