“Eeeh—” Satoru Gojo drew out the sound, "It's because you've been saying you're 'special' all these days, Suzuo, that I got curious."
Kobe Suzuo lowered her gaze. "So that's how it is."
Merlin gloated, "See, I told you that you've been too high-profile these past two days. Young Master Gojo is excessively sharp in this regard."
Kobe Suzuo smiled, her tone exceptionally gentle, "My [specialty] is actually the same as Satoru's [specialty] and Suguru-kun's [specialty]."
Satoru Gojo tapped his arm with the Fox Head Staff. "I don't quite understand. Suguru, do you understand?"
Kobe Suzuo continued, "It means that when we make a certain choice at a specific point in time, the world line will change because of that choice. When you and I meet.."
Buzz—
The telephone rang abruptly.
Kobe Suzuo took a look; it was the Secretary General of the Director's Department.
The sharp, dull ringing sounded like an alarm, causing a slight sense of unease.
Suguru Geto couldn't help but ask, "Is Mr. Suzuo not answering?"
Kobe Suzuo stared at the number for two seconds before finally pressing the answer button.
The Secretary-General's steady and capable female voice rang out:
Boss, Fushiguro Toji and Ryomen Sukuna have started fighting. Three minutes after they began, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit's cursed energy reaction appeared thirty kilometers away. Awaiting your instructions.
Kobe Suzuo gave Satoru Gojo a slightly regretful smile, "It seems we can only continue this topic next time."
After Merlin waited for him to finish speaking, he said solemnly, "Young Master, always remember, you must never tell anyone about the fact that you are from another world."
Chapter 67 That Deception
The situation was urgent. Butler Ford flashed to Jujutsu High, bringing Kobe Suzuo with him as they rushed to the Jujutsu High cafeteria.. to eat.
Well, it wasn't actually that urgent.
Kobe Suzuo had installed a tracker on Itadori Yuji's child's watch.
Once it was confirmed that the location where the two were fighting was a remote suburb, Fushiguro Toji faced no risk of being caught red-handed by the police for "beating a child," Kobe Suzuo began to peacefully enjoy his lunch.
To symbolically appease the Secretary-General, Kobe Suzuo also went as far as to call in a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer squad as backup.
A prestigious clan's Jujutsu Sorcerer squad, established only five months ago:?
The bottom of the Heavenly Tyrant? Us?
Under the eerie gaze of the faculty and students of Jujutsu High, Kobe Suzuo tapped a few times on the tablet handed to her by the butler.
The smart TV in the cafeteria, which had been playing light music, flickered to a black screen for a moment before it began broadcasting the frontline battle reports.
The screen split into four: one was a close-up of Ryomen Sukuna, one was a solo shot of Fushiguro Toji, the remaining two were a medium shot and a long shot.
The footage was clear and smooth, with beautiful cinematography and color grading. Combined with the highly spectacular battles of the two protagonists and their striking, memorable appearances, the cafeteria had instantly transformed into a cinema.
To make matters worse, Kobe Suzuo felt nothing was wrong and commented with a hint of regret, "A pity, the display equipment is a bit lagging behind."
The King of Curses, unable to use Cursed Techniques and frequently suffering setbacks due to Itadori Yuji's childish physique, was gradually becoming exasperated.
A Heavenly Restriction with no innate Cursed Energy, reaching the pinnacle of human physical techniques, yet Fushiguro Toji fought on equal terms with a brat who was only as tall as his thigh.
A year-end blockbuster. Kobe Suzuo sighed inwardly, thinking that it was truly a sight to behold.
Makoto Hibara took a couple of glances, stuffed two spoonfuls of cutlet rice into his mouth to steady his nerves, after a couple more glances, he began to find it familiar.
I remember now.
Makoto Hibara suddenly realized, "That pink-haired kid with the tattoos on his face, he seems to be the one Mr. Suzuo brought back last night."
Kento Nanami swallowed his last bite of tonkotsu ramen and pressed his hands together. "I'm finished."
He did not attend the evening activities yesterday, but as soon as Kobe Suzuo returned, photos of the Director holding the child while getting off the plane flooded the alumni group.
Although every single one was so blurry that the faces were unrecognizable.
Kento Nanami pinched his chin in thought; the pink-haired child's exaggerated facial expression and the pitch-black markings on his face in the image made him feel an instinctive sense of discomfort.
He doesn't look like he's a biological child.
This doesn't look like it's from the Inumaki Family, either.
Kento Nanami and Makoto Hibara spoke at the same time.
"Eh? Nanami doesn't know?" Makoto Hibara looked at Kento Nanami in surprise.
It seems because of a collaboration, the Inumaki Family handed over that child with Jujutsu Sorcerer talent from the new generation to the Kobe Family to sponsor and raise.
Makoto Hibara scratched his head. "It seems to be a relationship similar to a 'godfather' and 'godson'? But what they teach and pass down is Cursed Techniques; I don't actually understand it very well myself."
Because they both looked about three or four years old, I instinctively thought that child was 'Inumaki'.
Kento Nanami, who had been completely misled by the gossip in the group chat..
Kento Nanami was puzzled: "How did you know?"
Also born as an ordinary person, my friend, how do you know so much?
“They all have these from the Kobe Group.”
Chatting didn't interfere with the meal. The meat pie had a crispy crust, the tender, juicy interior paired with secret sauce stimulated the taste buds. Makoto Hibara narrowed his eyes, feeling completely healed.
In the section facing Jujutsu Sorcerers, you can enter after identity verification. It contains everything: what important collaborations have been achieved, the profits and losses for each quarter, the projected goals for the next quarter.
Makoto Hibara sighed with emotion, "After seeing it, I feel that he truly is from Mr. Suzuo's family; the feeling is completely different."
It was indeed different; it sounded like a legitimate organization—compliant, legal, with a guaranteed future.
The discrepancy between what he felt when he first came to Jujutsu High and his expectations has been completely satisfied by the Kobe Group.
Kento Nanami turned his gaze back to the television screen.
Far from feeling exhausted as the battle dragged on, those two were actually becoming more excited the longer they fought.
Their speed had risen to a level that was difficult for the camera to capture, blurring into afterimages.
It was a clash of taijutsu, every strike connecting with flesh. As the movements expanded in grand, sweeping motions, blood began to boil alongside the awakening combat instincts.
Truly strong, both these people and Mr. Suzuo.
Indeed.
Makoto Hibara and Kento Nanami exchanged a look, sighing in silent agreement, carried their trays to the kitchen window.
As they passed Kobe Suzuo's table, the two of them exchanged polite greetings before leaving the cafeteria amidst the earth-shattering sounds of melee combat coming from the television.
They drew the final group stage match and also had to prepare for the afternoon battle against the second-years from Kyoto School.
Nobara Iori twirled the last bite of pasta on her fork, feeling satisfied.
Then I'm heading out first, too.
She was about to stand up when Butler Ford stepped aside to take away the plate and placed a glass of lemon water on the table.
Ford bowed slightly, his every movement elegant and gentlemanly. "Miss, please wait a moment; you might be needed over there in a little while."
Nobara Iori instinctively looked toward Kobe Suzuo on the other side of the dining table.
Unlike the typical solo-dining style of most Jujutsu High students, seven or eight colorful plates were laid out in front of Kobe Suzuo.
In the center of every plate sat an exquisite, small portion of food that could be finished in just a few bites.
The kitchen staff, brimming with motivation due to the Boss's inspection, continued to serve the food; it seemed that the seemingly diverse variety of main courses had not yet been fully served.
The latest dish served was a steak, garnished with unknown green vegetables and paired with an unknown brown sauce, already sliced into three pieces about the length of a finger and the thickness of a thumb.
When the chef first arrived at Jujutsu High, the students had tried such a dining standard out of curiosity.
They had forgotten whether they had eaten enough or not; anyway, after more than an hour, they felt deathly empty, after that, everyone just started ordering from the menu.
Seeing Nobara Iori looking over, Kobe Suzuo put down her knife and fork and nodded.
He said gently, "Fushiguro Toji is thick-skinned enough that it shouldn't be an issue, but Yuji is still a child after all; he might have a hard time once he's swapped back with Sukuna's Finger later."
Nobara Iori understood; the Reverse Cursed Technique would refresh her status, which would allow the kid to suffer less.
She naturally ignored the issue regarding "Ryomen Sukuna" and pulled out her phone, sipping on lemon water while working through practice problems.
While Nobara Iori could ignore it, Masamichi Yaga clearly could not.
He had been waiting for half an hour; since Kobe Suzuo hadn't arrived, the entire cafeteria had dwindled until only their table remained.
“Can someone explain to me what the situation is right now?”
Masamichi Yaga looked toward Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto sat upright in his chair and spoke truthfully, "Teacher, actually, I am very lost as well."
Masamichi Yaga clearly did not believe him; his right eyelid twitched as he looked toward Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo was "torturing" the cake in front of him.
He poked a strawberry with a small silver fork, the bright red juice mixed with thick jam of the same color, which he then dipped into the snow-white cream on the cake base.
It had turned into a disgusting mass that felt strangely familiar in both color and texture.
"Satoru!" Masamichi Yaga called out again.
Satoru Gojo snapped back to his senses, picking up a piece of the already "mutated" strawberry cake and stuffing it into his mouth.
What use is it for Yaga to ask us? The person here who knows the most is clearly Suzuo.
But Suzuo always leaves things half-said; it makes no difference whether you ask or not.
Obviously, the taste of the "mutated cupcake" was still normal.
Satoru Gojo's movements were non-stop as he devoured the entire plate of small cakes at light speed, only for another chocolate sundae to be placed before him in a dessert bowl, looking exquisitely refined to the naked eye.
It was Kobe Suzuo's final dessert.
Let's go on a mission with Geto after a long time, Satoru.
Kobe Suzuo crossed her hands under her chin, her eyes curving into crescents, wearing an expression so gentle it seemed almost like a sign of weakness.
Based on the intelligence just collected by [Window], that is a high-risk Cursed Spirit capable of causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply to over 800°C. It is speculated that its birth is related to high-temperature elements, making it a top-tier among Special Grade Cursed Spirits.