Besides, the Clan Head and the others are discussing serious matters, old man. You constantly dragging personal feelings into this is really unprofessional.
Besides, there's nothing personal between you and me anyway, haha.
Zenin Meita was so furious he nearly fainted, but he had been summoned to this scene today specifically to endure such indignity.
If Cai Ming attacked his uncle, the others would receive less scolding, the scene wouldn't become too awkward.
“Tap, tap.”
The man wearing a fox mask tapped his cane twice.
Cai Ming finally shut her incessant mouth, her expression shifting instantly back to the serious and reliable demeanor she had possessed before entering the room.
Next, our Family Head and the Zenin Clan Head will have a private talk.
Zenin Naobito said, "You two should step aside for a moment."
..
When he received the news of the Kobe Family Head's visit, Zenin Naoya was training in the backyard.
He believed his strength had already far surpassed the others in the clan, he often looked down on staying in the training hall with the rest of the group, his behavior being quite eccentric.
In Zenin Naoya's mind, most of the people in his clan were weak fools.
With their mediocre strength and shallow vision, the future of the Zenin Clan would only be properly entrusted to him.
The first sixteen years of Zenin Naoya's life were smooth sailing, until he met Kobe Suzuo.
That Kobe Family Heir was clearly weak to the point of death, yet he could make Toji act as his bodyguard and was even so close to the Six Eyes; it was simply inconceivable.
Isn't it just about having money? Can money really make Toji work for you?
He truly could not understand how someone who wasn't even a Semi-Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer could be so highly favored by so many people.
Zenin Naoya didn't even bother to change out of his training uniform as he rushed toward the reception room; he had to buy Toji back from the Kobe Family.
..
Suguru Geto confirmed once more, "So, Mr. Suzuo won't be returning today?"
It's nothing like Kobe Suzuo's style.
The CEO's schedule was precise down to the second; with that bit of time wasted, who knows how much more money slipped through his fingers.
Yeah, they said the flight was delayed because of the typhoon.
Satoru Gojo responded, finishing another serving of candied fruit before flopping limply onto the counter:
How pitiful, Suzuo, you won't get to eat the Strongest Barbecue made by Satoru Gojo's own hands.
Suguru Geto didn't have much faith in Satoru Gojo's cooking, but he felt that as long as it was made by Satoru Gojo, even if it were burnt, Kobe Suzuo would praise it as delicious with her eyes closed.
Satoru Gojo didn't mind that no one responded to him, continuing to mutter and complain, appearing to be in a rather stable mood.
Well, Suzuo is always so mysterious and incredibly weak, so I'll have to look after him after all.
He raised his hand, facing his palm toward the sun, his voice having become very soft.
Blue, Hollow Purple.. Black.. White, what should I do?
Suguru Geto only heard the first half, "What did you say?"
Satoru Gojo suddenly stood up from his chair, his smart glasses sliding down slightly to reveal his snowflake-like eyelashes. "I want to find the shell too."
As he spoke, he nudged Suguru Geto beside him with his elbow. "I'm off to find shells."
The stools in front of the bar were all high stools. At this moment, the atmosphere was relaxed, everyone was sitting in a casual manner.
Suguru Geto didn't pay any attention to Satoru Gojo's lighthearted movements; he was accidentally elbowed with great force, causing him and the chair to tumble to the ground, leaving him completely dazed.
By the time Suguru Geto looked up in pain, Satoru Gojo had already skipped off to the seaside children's group to pick up seashells.
Nobara Iori thought Suguru Geto had simply tripped and fallen, she laughed out loud without restraint.
Suguru Geto clutched his ribs, taking a few seconds to steady himself before using the chair to stand up; heaven knows how much effort Satoru Gojo had exerted.
I say, don't you guys feel like Satoru's state is a bit strange?
Nobara Iori complained, "He's always had that erratic personality.. Wait, he does seem a bit more casual than usual, doesn't he?"
She paused her stirring of the ice, taking a sharp breath. "It couldn't be that he's throwing a tantrum just because Mr. Suzuo can't make it back tonight, could it?"
Suguru Geto sat back down at the bar, finding it hard to believe Satoru Gojo's Schrödinger-style state of romance.
It's not like that. Mr. Suzuo isn't around, so there's no need for Satoru to act so bitter; it's not like it's a secret crush.
Nobara Iori somewhat agreed with this: "True, it's more likely that he would just call Mr. Suzuo and act spoiled."
Kento Nanami listened silently to the conversation between his two seniors as it gradually drifted off-topic, reached out to pick up a piece of candied fruit.
Because the sweetness was excessive, no one—except for Satoru Gojo—paid any attention to these beautiful, fancy fruit platters.
Kento Nanami finished a piece of apple, suddenly realized something, then tried other varieties nearby, his expression gradually becoming strange.
In the seat where Satoru Gojo had originally been sitting, there was now a mountain of candied fruit plates.
Um, is Satoru Gojo drunk?
Kento Nanami's voice was uncertain and trembling, but it was loud enough to be deafening.
Nobara Iori looked at the plate on the table, then at Satoru Gojo frolicking by the seaside, waved her hands repeatedly:
Impossible, impossible. I've asked, the alcohol content in this is practically zero..
Kento Nanami said heavily, "What if Satoru's alcohol tolerance is exceptionally low?"
The three of them fell into an eerie silence, all staring toward the seaside simultaneously.
Satoru Gojo held up a shapeless mass in one hand and shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, I caught a sea cucumber, hehehe!"
Riko Amanai dropped the bucket in her hands and ran, "So ugly, disgusting, get it away—"
Makoto Hibara didn't even have time to run, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Satoru Gojo, please don't put it on me, it's wriggling, ahhh!"
“How can there be sea cucumbers? Hahaha, it's so disgusting, like twisted feces.”
Hearing this, Satoru Gojo, who had been smiling sillily, stood where he was and revealed a truly wicked grin.
He threw the sea cucumber straight out, a dark mass plummeting from the sky.
Riko Amanai and Makoto Hibara each held a child and quickly scattered, sending waves crashing outward.
The three people at the bar leaned their heads together and whispered among themselves:
You can't really tell from that.
A bit redder than usual?
Is there?
Probably, his Smart Glasses are larger than usual, covering half his face. I can't see clearly.
Is Satoru's alcohol tolerance really this low? It's just candied fruit without any taste of alcohol at all, not even soaked in it.
How pathetic. He's the Strongest, but his alcohol tolerance is incredibly low.
It's not exactly a drinking capacity; I feel like he'd get drunk on chocolate-covered liquor chocolates.
Well, Satoru certainly ate a lot of fruit; after all, it really was very sweet.
Is it because the sweetness and fruitiness are so strong that he can't taste the alcohol? That's even more hilarious.
Is Satoru being a drunkard now?
Is throwing a drunken tantrum playing with sea cucumbers and shells with kids? That's quite childish.
“..”
“..”
To be honest, I'm a little curious..
Me too..
Kento Nanami added a "+1" in his heart.
Nobara Iori and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance, then stood up and waved to Satoru Gojo, "Gojo! Over here."
Satoru Gojo knew his condition was a bit off, yet he did not feel any physical discomfort.
He felt as if the world was both blurry and clear.
Birds flapped their wings, the seawater surged, life sang, every beat of the heart was deafening.
His Cursed Energy circuits were normal, the Six Eyes were constantly reading all the information within his sight, yet his thoughts remained clear and fluid, with his fatigue being so slight it was practically negligible.
Satoru Gojo felt a bit hot and a little lightheaded.
Then he truly began to float, drifting in the air as if stepping on clouds; hearing Nobara Iori call him, he drifted lazily toward the bar.
Satoru Gojo floated not very high, so the people around him didn't notice his nearly horizontal movement.
As soon as he sat down at the bar, he once again caught the sweet, fragrant scent of candied fruit, he reached out his hand toward the fruit platter on the counter.
What's wrong?
Nobara Iori held up two fingers in front of Satoru Gojo's face and asked, "How many is this?"
Satoru Gojo didn't even look up. "If it's a guessing game, shouldn't it be at least a little more difficult? I do have the Six Eyes, after all."
Nobara Iori asked again, "Satoru, have you ever had alcohol?"
I don't like alcohol." Satoru Gojo pushed away the empty plate. "You like it, don't you, Nobara Iori?
He clicked his tongue twice and said jokingly, "A delinquent girl who goes for both cigarettes and alcohol—Nanami, you definitely shouldn't pick up any bad habits from Senior Nobara Iori."
Suguru Geto timely held back the furious Nobara Iori, giving her a look that said to stay calm.
He cleared his throat, putting on the air of a "bestie," and said kindly:
Satoru, how have things been between you and Mr. Suzuo lately?
Author's Note:
Continuing from yesterday's topic about height, actually 183cm is quite tall, but the height requirements for the "overbearing CEO" profession are incredibly inflated, lol.