His expression was a little resentful.
Suguru Geto looked at the triumphant Satoru Gojo.
"Don't break the Cursed Spirit I just subjugated!"
Upon hearing this,
Satoru Gojo confidently waved his hand.
"Relax, Sensei~ I'm controlling my strength very well."
Like atomized fish bait falling into the deep sea,
Hollow Technique: Purple, under Satoru Gojo's control, slowly shattered and gently fell to the ground.
The pelican confined within it was mostly unharmed, merely losing a few feathers.
Although this skirmish still ended with Suguru Geto at a disadvantage,
he was not discouraged; this was not the limit of Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Gojo on the opposite side was not as relaxed as he appeared.
He, who could not yet maintain Limitless constantly, was not invincible in Suguru Geto's eyes.
If he could just add one more First Grade Cursed Spirit with direct combat power,
combined with his stronger combat abilities and the Special Grade Cursed Tool, playful cloud,
Suguru Geto was confident he could win!
Just at this moment,
a loud shout suddenly came from outside the arena!
"Idiot!!!"
Thud—!!!
"Ouch TT"
"Ow~ Otouto, what are you doing TT"
"This spar… didn't I win TT"
Even though Limitless had not been dispelled,
Satoru Gojo still had an ostrich egg-sized bump on his head.
"What am I doing?"
"I'd like to ask what exactly *you* are trying to do!"
Agathos silently retracted her slender jade finger, which was almost as thick as Satoru Gojo's arm.
Mirai, riding on her beast form, looked at Satoru Gojo with gritted teeth.
"It was just a bit of wind and sand."
"You could have directly blocked it with Cursed Energy."
"Even enduring it wouldn't have mattered."
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Why did you insist on using Limitless, which consumes more mental energy and Cursed Energy?!"
Facing his furious Otouto,
Satoru Gojo awkwardly rubbed his head.
He mumbled a little sheepishly,
"Because I thought it looked cooler to use Limitless to block the dust, so… ah haha~"
"Cool?"
"Heh heh!"
Mirai laughed in exasperation.
It seemed
there was a reason why his cheap Otouto was bisected by Sukuna in the original work.
He liked to show off~
If he had just blasted out a full-power Hollow Technique: Purple from the start,
there wouldn't have been so much trouble.
"That's something you can only consider once you've become the Strongest and are completely at ease!"
"If Geto didn't currently lack the means to break your Limitless, you would have lost by showing off long ago!"
"But I didn't lose…" Satoru Gojo muttered in rebuttal.
"Shut up."
"Oh~"
Glancing at Satoru Gojo,
Mirai only uttered two words.
Then,
her attitude instantly did a 180-degree turn.
She looked at Suguru Geto with concern.
"Geto, how do these two Cursed Spirits feel to use?"
"The pelican is mainly for aerial mobility and harassing opponents; its direct combat power isn't strong."
"The sand worm has underground mobility. Rather than assisting from the side, it's more suited for sneak attacks and one-hit kills."
"If possible, I hope to subjugate a First Grade Cursed Spirit that can go head-to-head with an opponent, so it can assist me in frontal combat."
Regarding Mirai,
Suguru Geto spoke without reservation about his feelings and needs.
These two First Grade Cursed Spirits he had also subjugated with Mirai's intelligence and combat assistance.
To become self-reliant as quickly as possible,
Suguru Geto felt there was no shame in appropriately using external help.
He even suspected that if he just asked,
Mirai might even help him catch a few Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
But that would be overdoing it.
Suguru Geto hoped his first Special Grade Cursed Spirit would be one he subjugated entirely on his own.
He was currently working hard to achieve this goal.
"Hmm, Geto's strength has actually already reached or even surpassed the level of an ordinary First Grade Sorcerer."
"It's just that because he was in a remote area before and hadn't subjugated high-level Cursed Spirits, his ability to handle various situations was slightly lacking, which is why he remained at Grade 2."
"However, that's only for now…"
Mirai paused, a mysterious smile appearing on her face.
"Could it be?!"
His brow slightly raised, his side bangs trembling.
A rare flicker of excitement appeared on Suguru Geto's usually calm and handsome face.
"That's right, Geto."
"I recommend you to become First Grade in the name of a Special Grade Sorcerer."
"Your promotion mission is—to subjugate the 'First Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Rainbow Dragon' that recently appeared on Yokohama Akihana Street."
"Trust me, Geto, this Cursed Spirit will surely satisfy you."
"Oh~ Geto's promotion mission? I want to go! I want to go!"
"If Gojo is going, I want to go too."
Hooking one arm around Suguru Geto's shoulder,
Satoru Gojo, with the proud demeanor of a senior, began to show off.
"Geto, promotion missions require Sorcerers of the corresponding grade to accompany you, and it cannot be the Sorcerer who recommended you."
"Mirai-nii is out first."
"Yaga Sensei is busy making Cursed Corpses recently and doesn't have time."
"The only First Grade Sorcerer here is your great Satoru Gojo~"
"So~"
"Beg me, beg me~"
"Heh~"
"Beg you?"
"Dream on!"
Suguru Geto snorted coldly.
He wouldn't give Satoru Gojo any chance to take advantage of him.
Who knew what perverted demands he would make.
For Suguru Geto,
if Mirai was a reliable and admirable elder brother and guide,
then Gojo was a rival and a sworn friend with whom he progressed side by side, sharpening each other.
Begging Gojo was impossible, never in his life would he beg Gojo!
—Suguru Geto said so.
"Tokyo Jujutsu High isn't just for first-years."
"I can ask second- and third-year seniors for help…"
Before Suguru Geto could finish,
Satoru Gojo's face revealed a sly smile like Tom Cat's, and he said proudly: "Too bad, desu ne~" (It's a shame, isn't it~)
"I've already used the Gojo Family's influence at Tokyo Jujutsu High to assign the second- and third-year seniors a full semester's worth of missions in advance."
"If they don't work hard, they won't be able to finish them."
"So…"
"You only have me~"
"My~ dear~ Geto~"
Wiggling his butt, with a delicate hand gesture,
the BL filter automatically activated.
He leaned close to Suguru Geto, acting obnoxiously like a flower.
The greasy aura of Human Oil Gojo was so strong that even Shoko, who had reached the peak of the 'salted fish' realm, and Mirai, who was at the peak of the 'melon-eating' realm, found it hard to look directly at him!
Upon hearing this,
Suguru Geto's face was covered in black lines.
"In that case, even without a Sorcerer escort, I can still eliminate the Rainbow Dragon!"
"What, what…? I didn't quite hear that."
"Is Geto saying—Mr. Satoru Gojo, please help me?"
"Naruhodo, okay then~"
He cupped his hands to his ears like a megaphone, listening in an exaggerated manner.
Human Oil Gojo activated his shameless 'read receipt, wrong reply' mode.
Geto was instantly so exasperated that his art style became rough—
Veins bulged on his forehead!
His pupils trembled violently!
Mirai even suspected that
if Geto had Uchiha blood,
he might have instantly awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Damn it! Is the Gojo Family so great?!"
"Sorry~ the Gojo Family *is* great~"
...Yokohama Akihana Street.
Carved railings and painted beams, uncommon in China but with a classical Chinese flavor,
were everywhere.
Mature, beautiful women in form-fitting cheongsams, curvaceous, charming, and captivating,
were seen everywhere.
It perfectly matched Mirai's usual imagination of Akihana Street in Japan.
At this moment,
Satoru Gojo was in an extremely gloomy mood.
He swayed and dangled like a frost-bitten eggplant at the front of the group.
"Why did it turn out like this?"
"My first time participating in a friend's promotion mission."
"My first time going out with everyone from Tokyo Jujutsu High to have fun."
"These two enjoyable things intertwined."
"I should have had a happier, more romantic time."
"But why… did it turn out like this?"
Looking back at Mirai, whose movements were constantly hindered by young women handing out flyers,
Satoru Gojo's expression was extremely resentful.
"Otouto, aren't recommenders not allowed to accompany the recommended? How come you're…"
"Oh, how many times have I said it?"
"Boku wa Saikyo da kara, so I can do whatever I want."
Mirai reluctantly accepted a milk-scented business card forcefully given to him by a tall slit cheongsam big sister.
"Did those old-fashioned geezers not have any objections?"
Satoru Gojo was a bit skeptical.
Silently tucking the business card into his pocket, Mirai and the cheongsam big sister, who suffered from a chronic illness and sought his help, made a "three-year promise."
Turning his head,
he showed a benevolent smile and looked at Gojo.
"Yes~"
"They all objected."
"But what does that matter?"
"If it's a sickness, it needs to be cured. A beating will fix it."
"Tch~ I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question."
Satoru Gojo rolled his eyes.
He felt a bit masochistic.
He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help but ask.
Tokyo Jujutsu High, Inner Sanctum.
At this moment,
a group of old men, barely recognizable as human,
all sported matching panda eyes.
Their heads bore bumps like the Buddha's ushnisha.
They looked at each other,
all silently choked with emotion~
It was simply too brutal TT
"Damn it!!!"
"Are we just going to let that brat act so unrestrained and disrespectful in front of us?"
One Tokyo Jujutsu High executive was so angry that he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, drawing crimson blood!
Bang—!!!
"Why are you speaking so loudly?!"
Another Tokyo Jujutsu High executive slammed the table, his tone very unfriendly.
"Do you think you're the only one with a temper?"
"When that brat made his move, I didn't hear a peep from you, did I?"
"Who was it that willingly offered their face for him to hit earlier… If you're so brave, go throw a tantrum at him!"
Upon hearing this,
the Tokyo Jujutsu High executive who had spoken first
immediately had his old face turn a liverish purple.
He dared not retort for a long time.
Finally, he only managed to blurt out:
"Hmph!"
"You young rascal!!!"
"You're not worth planning with!!!"