Geto Suguru helped Sawada Tsunayoshi up and said with a smile, "You must stay close to us, Sensei. Only then can Satoru and I protect you properly."
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt mentally exhausted and didn't want to speak.
While they were bombarding the area indiscriminately, Gokudera Hayato had already infiltrated the local mafia organization, trampling the former Leader under his feet. His blue eyes flashed with a cold light in the darkness: "From this moment on, the person you are loyal to is the Tenth Generation, from now on, you will be an affiliate organization of Vongola."
At the same time, Rokudo Mukuro opened his eyes in the darkness and came face to face with a strange person, a person who had a ring of stitching marks on their forehead.
Hibari Kyoya was locked in a fierce struggle with a man with short hair, a scarred mouth, an impressive physique.
Yamamoto Takeshi faced a strange group of people calling themselves Zenin, laughed heartily as he drew his blade.
Chrome met a pair of girls, one of whom, a girl wearing a school uniform, introduced herself as Tenna Riko.
Kawarihei was picked up and taken home by a child named Itadori Yuji.
As for Lambo, he was with a young child named Fushiguro Megumi; Lambo was very perceptive and successfully pulled a scam on the kid.
The Guardians descended silently into another world, but Sawada Tsunayoshi remained unaware.
Just as he was sleeping tonight, the World underwent a sudden change. In the eyes of those Sorcerers, black spherical objects appeared in the World, the people who came into contact with these spheres experienced varying degrees of strange transformations.
Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, the childishness of his student days vanishing from his face, replaced by a sudden hint of composure. It disappeared quickly, however, in the blink of an eye, that youthful vitality returned to him.
Interesting. What is this? Is it precognition or rebirth?
He raised an eyebrow, hearing two other movements. He opened the door and found that Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko had also come out.
He spoke up first: "Let's talk."
The other two nodded.
The group went into Gojo Satoru's room, as soon as they entered, they found beverage cans and snack bags by the bed. Ieiri Shoko frowned in disgust: "Are there really no rats in here? I can't accept cockroaches either."
Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, "I just forgot to tidy up today, I'm actually quite a clean person."
Ieiri Shoko chuckled, not saying whether she believed him or not.
Geto Suguru tiredly rubbed his brow and temples, as those uncertain images continued to flash through his mind, a faint, indistinct trace of gloom appearing in his eyes.
Alright, stop making a fuss. First, let's talk about what everyone has encountered.
Geto Suguru: "I'll go first. I seem to have had a prophetic dream, dreaming of.."
He dreamed of the three of them going their separate ways, dreamed of the corruption within the Jujutsu world, even dreamed of his death.
Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue and also spoke about what he had dreamed of, though his dreams contained much more content than Geto Suguru's, such as his disciples, Ryomen Sukuna, the person who stole Geto Suguru's body, his own death.
Ieiri Shoko's dream contained even more detail than Gojo Satoru's.
After saying that, the three looked at each other in silence.
Suddenly, Sawada Tsunayoshi appeared at the doorway, looking at them. "You aren't sleeping tonight; what are you doing?"
Chapter 98: The Frail Class Assistant is a Mafia Boss 5
After an exhausting day, Sawada Tsunayoshi expected to have a peaceful sleep; at least, that was what he thought. In fact, he fell asleep quickly, but he was soon awakened.
Various kinds of voices drifted in from the next room—conversations, gasps of surprise, calm speech.
The air was thick with tension, as if there were also a premonition of some danger about to awaken.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes.
Good heavens, can't people just let me get a good night's sleep?
He got up listlessly and then knocked on the door next door. Once the door opened, he saw three students holding a tea party in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, the evidence was the bag of potato chips by the bed!
He asked in a low, questioning tone, wondering why these people were holding a meeting in the middle of the night instead of choosing a sunny day.
Gojo Satoru was eager to try: "Sensei, you definitely won't believe what we just went through; telling you would give you a fright."
Oh my, if their fragile teacher heard that the Jujutsu world was going to face major problems in the future, he would certainly be too scared to sleep.
Geto Suguru heard the malice in Gojo Satoru's voice and hesitated slightly: "Sensei, it's nothing, we'll tell you about it tomorrow."
Sensei is just an ordinary person; what if he gets scared?
Ieiri Shoko: "Anything is fine, I just want to sleep."
Gojo Satoru ignored them, pinned Sawada Tsunayoshi against the edge of the bed, then enthusiastically recounted the prophetic dream the three of them had shared. After finishing, he smacked his lips and said, "What if I go and awaken Ryomen Sukuna right now? We could team up and kill him."
"And then there's the Heavenly Tyrant; I'll go launch a sneak attack on him right now." Thinking of those future techniques, he felt a bit envious.
Geto Suguru saw Sawada Tsunayoshi's dazed expression and thought he was scared, or perhaps he simply didn't believe anything Gojo Satoru was saying, so he comforted him, saying, "Teacher, just treat it as if Gojo Satoru is talking in his sleep. It's okay, we will protect you."
Sawada Tsunayoshi said nothing; he was thinking.
It wasn't the kind of fear Geto Suguru thought it was, nor was it disbelief; it was just a scene that felt incredibly familiar.
"I know!" Clasping his hands together, Sawada Tsunayoshi remembered why it felt so familiar.
The three of them turned their gazes toward him.
Did Sawada Tsunayoshi just encounter a supernatural event that he could actually explain clearly? "This is a space-time intersection. Someone from the future saved the world from imminent destruction, which is why your current selves possess these memories. Congratulations, the world won't be destroyed!"
A very memorable response was: "Huh?"
Gojo Satoru leaned his head toward Sawada Tsunayoshi. "Sensei, we didn't understand. Please explain it again."
It's simple, isn't it? Isn't it just like that plot where they travel ten years into the future to defeat Byakuran, then everyone from ten years ago gains memories of the future?
In this world, there is no such thing as precognition without cause; there are only people from the future carrying heavy burdens to forge the future.
In short, there is only one truth: the people of the future have saved the future of the people of the present, the present people's future is now secure!
Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, neither confirming nor denying it.
Geto Suguru's gloomy expression lightened slightly, he asked impatiently, "In that case, does the predicted future still have any reference value? Will those people and events change?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a yawn. "That's something we'll have to explore and verify for ourselves. The future is just one possibility; what matters most are the choices we make in the present."
It was hard to imagine him saying something so philosophical.
"So, I still have to rely on myself," Geto Suguru murmured to himself.
Tomorrow, I'm going to a certain place.
Gojo Satoru immediately raised his hand: "I'm going too! No matter where you go, I'm going too. We're going to be good partners and best friends for the rest of our lives; I don't want us to end up in a future like that."
Ieiri Shoko narrowed her eyes. "You should also train your strength properly for me. I don't want to be seeing the corpses of you two while I'm still so young, haha."
The last trace of suppression in Geto Suguru's eyes and brow vanished, he let out a soft laugh: "It's fine. As long as we are together, we will definitely be able to overcome all difficulties."
In short, he could finally get a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, Sawada Tsunayoshi was dragged out of bed by Geto Suguru and the others, who said they were going to a remote village to find someone; in the end, they really did find two little girls who were living in hardship.
The two little girls huddled against Geto Suguru's back; because he was the first to reach out to them, they trusted him implicitly.
Upon seeing the two little girls, Geto Suguru's expression changed; the gloom that had vanished yesterday returned to his face, even casting a dark shadow over him.
This young student seemed to mature in an instant, a mocking smile curling the corners of his mouth as he struggled to suppress his anger.
“How ridiculous.”
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know what he was laughing at. After soothing the child, Geto Suguru sat alone atop a massive Cursed Spirit, looking down upon the entire village.
That really is a remote and tiny village; for a Special Grade Sorcerer, it could be destroyed with ease, without even needing to use too many Cursed Spirits.
He curled his fingers, his gaze cold.
"What are you doing here?" Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to step forward in his capacity as a reliable senior.
Hearing the voice, Geto Suguru relaxed his fingers and turned around, showing a friendly smile that was no different from anyone else's: "Ah, it's Sawada Sensei. Be careful not to get vertigo when you come over."
Yikes, a subtle malice is almost overflowing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's radar went ding-dong.
He said hesitantly, "If you have any troubles, Geto-kun, you can talk to me about them. For now, I am a teacher, after all."
After saying that, Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his nose sheepishly; saying such things was quite embarrassing.
He also didn't know if his own abilities were enough to shoulder the responsibility of a teacher; it was just that Geto Suguru's silhouette looked so desolate that he couldn't help but want to say a few words.
Teacher, how do you define the strong and the weak?
Without making things difficult for Sawada Tsunayoshi, Geto Suguru threw out a question that truly stumped him.
The strong and the weak? How should one make that distinction? Are those with great power considered the strong? But Uni doesn't have great power, yet she possesses a great heart and a great will; she is definitely one of the strong.
What is a weakling? Are those without strength only called weaklings? Then what do you call those who possess strength but refuse to act?
Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to explain, but the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.
Fortunately, Geto Suguru did not expect Sawada Tsunayoshi to explain clearly; he also wanted to find someone not too familiar to talk to about the troubles in his heart.
Thus, Tsunayoshi heard a terrifying story: a story of a minor who took the wrong path, became an idealist, was ultimately killed.
It's a Boss-level one, Geto-kun!
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat beside Geto Suguru. "I truly cannot give you an answer to your question. I have a story of my own; do you want to hear it?"
Reflecting on Sawada Tsunayoshi's life, what would outsiders say? Would they call him a teenage hero, or a person of extraordinary talent? Would they speak of his legendary experiences, or the thrill of a loser's triumphant comeback?
None of the above.
He was just an ordinary boy who simply wanted to protect the people by his side.
His heart was vast, large enough to accommodate former enemies; his heart was also small, so small that he only wanted to protect the person by his side.
But fate is a cruel jester, life is nothing more than a massive series of disappointments.
The young Sawada Tsunayoshi would never have imagined what kind of great person he would become, nor what great feats he would accomplish, he had no idea just how much power he would possess.
The weak, the strong, saving the world, benefiting humanity—all of that was too far away.
After experiencing things that others would never encounter in a lifetime, his wish remained just as simple: he hoped the people he cared about could find happiness, he hoped that everyone could be happy and blessed.
In short, after all that has been said and done, the core idea is simple: stay true to one's heart. No matter how small a happiness may seem, it is still something worth protecting. One must focus on the person right in front of them, not let a moment of anger ruin a beautiful future.
Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his hair, a look of embarrassment on his youthful face, while his eyes remained warm and bright, filled with an unyielding determination.
“Actually, I don't know how to comfort you either. I'm just telling you what I know. Choosing a path is a very painful thing; your heart undergoes a thousandfold torment.”