It was completely different from his usual state of being elegantly dressed in a suit.
Suguru Geto secretly took a sharp breath in his heart.
I knew it, there was no way that guy Satoru could be forced; it would be more like Satoru forcing Mr. Suzuo instead..
Wrong!
Why does he insist on dragging these two into an abnormal relationship?!
What if Kobe Suzuo and Satoru Gojo are completely innocent?!
Suguru Geto shook his head, trying to shake those strange thoughts from his mind, pulled out his phone to send a message to Nobara Iori.
As a precious low-combat healer, Nobara Iori usually stayed within Jujutsu High to serve as logistics and would not appear directly on the front lines of the battlefield.
Therefore, even though the rooms of the three students were adjacent, Nobara Iori did not arrive along with Suguru Geto.
“Don't worry, Mikage Kurosawa said she'll be here immediately.”
Suguru Geto scanned the scene inside the room, his gaze finally settling on the strange bald man lying on the floor. He leaned down to inspect him for a few seconds before asking, "So, what's the situation now?"
Satoru Gojo changed his position to sit cross-legged beside Kobe Suzuo, his attention still focused on Kobe Suzuo, replied casually, "As you can see, Supervisor Kobe was attacked by a Cursed Sorcerer, but I don't know the specific details."
His tone carried a hint of grievance, "Suzuo knows everything, yet she is unwilling to tell us anything."
Kobe Suzuo's eyes grew dark as the acute pain in her stomach subsided slightly. She slowly stood up, straightened her collar, once again assumed her elegant and refined demeanor.
Regarding the matter of the Star Plasma Vessel, I only withheld the details because the information was incomplete, Satoru-kun.
He tapped the frame of his glasses again with his index finger, twice, light and rapid, with an air of urgency.
Satoru Gojo had not yet stood up from the ground; he sat on the only remaining clean carpet in the room, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at Kobe Suzuo.
Those azure eyes were hollow and clear, making it impossible to read his thoughts.
“Indeed, indeed. Supervisor Kobe, who is merely a little wealthy, has not only sorcerers helping him with his work, but those sorcerers will also rebel against him.”
The white-haired youth clapped his hands together with a snap and tilted his head.
If the old geezers found out you were hiring Curse Users as employees, they would absolutely label you a traitor without a second thought and sentence you to death.
Satoru Gojo was getting a bit annoyed; his perception of Kobe Suzuo was actually quite decent, but he extremely detested his old-fashioned way of doing things.
His secretive behavior made him feel restless, the way he revealed information in such a teasing, half-hidden manner was even more exasperating.
Even though Satoru Gojo could feel that Kobe Suzuo's concealment was well-intentioned.
Satoru Gojo did not believe he needed this kind of "kindness," just as he felt he did not need the life his clan had arranged for him.
Well, Supervisor Kobe is so weak that before the higher-ups could even discover this, he might have already been struck by a counterattack from curse users and died in some corner where no one cares.
Satoru Gojo shrugged, his words incredibly blunt.
Suguru Geto, who was listening, instantly cleared up the situation, the look in his eyes changed immediately as he looked toward Kobe Suzuo.
He did not know Kobe Suzuo's Cursed Technique; he subconsciously assumed that Kobe Suzuo was someone who used "money power" to hire people.
Cursed Sorcerers possess the ability to use Cursed Energy, yet they care only for their own selfish desires; they are beings who kill ordinary people for their own interests, standing in direct opposition to Jujutsu Sorcerers.
"Money power" is certainly useful, but collaborating with Curse Users is like trying to skin a tiger.
Those lawless, disorganized curse users could never be anything good.
No wonder Supervisor Kobe knows the dark web so well; was he actually learning about it from Cursed Sorcerers?
Suguru Geto looked back at the bald man lying on the ground.
So these people took Supervisor Kobe's money but refused to work for Kobe Suzuo, came specifically to assassinate her?
They really are curse users, utterly wicked; they tricked Supervisor Kobe, took his benefits, now they want to eliminate any lingering threats.
It's no wonder Suguru Geto sees him through rose-colored glasses; Kobe Suzuo truly acts excessively generous on a daily basis.
The travel expenses for the people he sends every day to escort Jujutsu High students on missions are much higher than the salary of a mere Assistant Supervisor.
Moreover, every time Kobe Suzuo appears, he is accompanied by bodyguards who serve as part-time drivers.
It was completely being paid to work.
The young master of the Kobe Family, for whom every second of breathing brings in cash, appears to be merely building up his credentials at Jujutsu High, but only the students of Jujutsu High know the true bittersweet reality behind the scenes.
Setting aside the luxurious travel experiences, the supreme-tier accommodations, the top-tier catering, Kobe Suzuo's information integration capabilities alone would make the neighboring Kyoto School cry with envy, wouldn't they?
A Supervisor Kobe this wonderful must never, ever stray from the righteous path!
While Suguru Geto was hesitating on how to persuade him, Kobe Suzuo finally spoke, his face pale.
I'm not keeping everything from you, am I? Haven't I already revealed some information to you?
A faint smile flickered in Kobe Suzuo's dark eyes. "Once this is all over, I can tell you anything you want to know, Satoru-kun."
“Huh?”
Satoru Gojo spoke up in dissatisfaction, "Are you using that kind of talk to brush me off again?"
When you say 'things are over,' do you mean the Star Plasma Vessel incident is resolved, or that you've successfully rebelled against Old Man Gojo? Or perhaps you mean waiting until Mars crashes into the Earth, humanity vanishes, the Great Dao is extinguished—
Are you worried about me, Satoru-kun?
Satoru Gojo's series of sarcastic remarks were interrupted, he almost failed to understand what Kobe Suzuo was saying: "What?"
Kobe Suzuo looked at the child, who was sitting cross-legged on the only clean patch of empty space left in the room, making little whimpering sounds, clearly felt her heart thumping twice in her chest.
"Satoru is actually worried about me." A smile that could only be described as benevolent played on his face as he rubbed the boy's fuzzy head twice, withdrawing his hand before Satoru Gojo could react.
Suguru Geto's pupils trembled, his eyes widened.
What was with this atmosphere? Could there really be something going on between these two that he didn't know about?
That's true; after all, Satoru appeared in Kobe Suzuo's room at this time.
It couldn't be that their relationship was just in its early stages, these two strong-willed people were still testing each other, right?
Then should he step aside for a bit? After all, with Satoru around, there was no need to worry about safety.
"Next week at the latest," Kobe Suzuo said, leaning down to pull Satoru Gojo up from the ground.
The distance between the two remained very close; Satoru Gojo, who was slightly taller, had a somewhat sour expression, looking like he was acting spoiled in front of the gentle-smiling Kobe Suzuo.
His brain slid back into its shameless mode once again, Suguru Geto suddenly shuddered, feeling goosebumps breaking out all over his body.
This was nothing short of sinister.
Yo, how are things going?
Just as Suguru Geto was worrying about whether he had been attacked by some kind of "love-brain" Cursed Technique, Nobara Iori arrived late, following the villa's medical and security teams.
The girl with short brown hair leaned toward Suguru Geto, who was standing to the side as if isolated, asked, "Is anyone injured?"
Suguru Geto suddenly snapped back to his senses. "No one is injured, but.."
He pointed at Satoru Gojo, who was sulking for some reason, Kobe Suzuo, who was smiling "dotingly" beside him, asked hesitantly, "What do you think of those two?"
“What do you think of those two?”
The question was completely out of left field, but Nobara Iori quickly caught on to his train of thought. After observing him for a moment, her expression also became quite complicated.
“Perhaps you've heard the term 'Mary Sue CEO'?"
As one of the first to arrive at the scene of the accident, the project manager's suit was noticeably wrinkled, clearly something he had grabbed and thrown on in a hurry.
He nearly fell to his knees when he saw the tragic state of the room; Kobe Suzuo gave him a light glance, the manager nearly committed seppuku on the spot.
The temporary butler, accompanied by a physician, surrounded Kobe Suzuo, quickly changed his clothes, checked his pulse.
Seeing that his boss's stomach issues had flared up again, the butler's expression grew visibly more worried.
The room, which had already been nothing but ruins and rubble, instantly became crowded and busy, as if it had been transformed into a different movie set.
Nobara Iori patted Suguru Geto's shoulder, "This is a Mary Sue CEO."
She instinctively reached for a cigarette, but after feeling her empty pocket, she had to pull her hand back, the beauty mark under her eye making her gaze look inexplicably weathered.
“Read more shoujo manga later, you'll understand.”
Kobe Suzuo smiled helplessly under the sincere concern of her own employees, having made countless promises to ensure she wouldn't stay up late, to ensure she would eat on time, to ensure she wouldn't take all the work upon herself.
“Stomach issues?” Nobara Iori leaned in to ask.
She thought that with wealth reaching the level of Kobe Suzuo, his family would have a dedicated medical team, nutritionists, chefs.
Kobe Suzuo smiled faintly and gently, explaining, "A stomach ailment caused by poor dietary habits combined with emotional stress."
Oh." Nobara Iori thought for a moment, then reached out her hand. "Can I try?
Kobe Suzuo raised an eyebrow and took the hand before him.
The sensation of the Reverse Cursed Technique in operation was quite marvelous; the pain did not fade slowly, but rather reached a peak of agony at a single moment, after which the organ experiencing the pain would instantly return to a "healthy" state.
The extreme pain was brief, so brief that once the healing was complete, the brain would instantly forget it.
"Isn't there a saying that the stomach is an organ of emotion? So I was thinking about whether I could use the Reverse Cursed Technique." The short-haired girl gave a cool smile.
I've never treated this kind of ailment before; I didn't expect it to be a success all at once.
Kobe Suzuo covered her abdomen in a daze, once again feeling incredulous at the many methods of the Jujutsu World. "Thank you, Miss Iori."
He took the wallet from the temporary butler, pulled out a black card, handed it over, attempting to poach her quite sincerely. "This is a token of my gratitude. Miss Iori, would you be interested in working for the Kobe Group after you graduate?"
Satoru Gojo leaned in from behind and wrapped his arms around Nobara Iori's shoulders, "No way. In the entire Jujutsu World, Nobara Iori is the only one with the Reverse Cursed Technique. If you poach her away, old Yaga will go crazy."
Kobe Suzuo thought to herself, Oh, then he will be mine sooner or later.
Chapter 15: That Car Accident
I see. Since Miss Nobara Iori possesses such ability, it is only right that she receives the attention she deserves.
Kobe Suzuo smiled meaningfully. "However, an excellent person should also receive treatment that is worthy of their status."
The temporary butler tactfully presented the check. Nobara Iori pushed Satoru Gojo away with a look of disdain, but after seeing the amount on that thin slip of paper, she sucked in a breath of cold air.
This is the compensation you deserve, Miss Iori," Kobe Suzuo said. "After all, a good doctor is a rare find.
He secretly despised the poor treatment from the higher-ups, but his attitude toward poaching talent was not aggressive.