He paused for a moment, but ultimately couldn't help but ask, "Has Satoru-kun said anything to you lately?"
Suguru Geto casually crushed a fly and said in confusion upon hearing this, "Huh? You haven't assigned us any joint missions lately, have you?"
Not only were there no cooperation missions, but their return times to the dorms after school were also staggered, so they had rarely even seen each other.
He thought it was because there were simply more missions.
Suguru Geto said jokingly, "I thought you were intentionally separating the two of us for training."
The task schedule calculated by Merlin was scientific and reasonable; it might be a bit strenuous, but it absolutely took physical and mental health into full consideration, providing ample rest time.
Satoru Gojo went on a solo mission behind everyone's backs.
Kobe Suzuo took a deep breath, calmly pointed out the remaining Cursed Spirit locations within the school one after another, then used an excuse to hang up the call.
Suguru Geto had an intuition that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it, he swiftly brought this Special Grade mission to a close amidst an awkward silence.
By the time they returned to the van, the students who had gathered to watch the commotion had already dispersed.
Suguru Geto took the mission list from the Assistant Supervisor and breathed a sigh of relief only after ensuring that all the emergency missions marked in "red" had been completed.
As expected, these high-level Cursed Spirits that suddenly appeared in a short period of time were the result of the curse.
According to Kobe Suzuo's speculation, the high-level Cursed Spirits that suddenly appeared in a short period of time were indeed the ones.
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He always feels more like a Cursed Spirit Manipulation user than Suguru Geto.
It's irritating.
Suguru Geto flipped through the mission app. "The next mission location is?"
The Assistant Supervisor replied respectfully, "The Director said that after this mission is over, he wants you to return to Jujutsu High first."
Suguru Geto looked up, glancing at the Assistant Supervisor in surprise, "Mr. Suzuo didn't tell me about this just now."
That is indeed how the Director arranged it.
Suguru Geto looked at the task list, which was filled with yellow and green, clicked refresh. As expected, he saw the "Task Suspended" status in the to-do list column.
He didn't call Kobe Suzuo to confirm the matter again, but instead followed the Assistant Supervisor back to Jujutsu High.
Since the last time he met Tengen, he had been constantly pressuring Tengen at Koushin Palace every day in addition to his work.
Every day, besides work, he would run to Koushin Palace to put pressure on Tengen.
As for the result, how should I put it? The effects were significant.
If he had known Tengen was this useful, he would have come to Tengen's door on his very first day as Jujutsu Director.
Kobe Suzuo tossed the string of prayer beads in his hand, confirming with Tengen once more, "Are you sure this thing will be useful?"
Tengen looked pained. "There is no such thing as a perfect Cursed Technique in this world. The side effects of Cursed Spirit Manipulation are a part of the balance. If you want to break that balance, this is the only way."
She looked at Kobe Suzuo with a very complex expression. "I don't think turning taste-related pain into physical pain is a good thing."
Kobe Suzuo's face remained expressionless. "It is not you or I who need to make the choice."
All we can do is try our best to provide them with more reasonable and acceptable options.
He turned to leave, waving a hand at Tengen as he walked away:
“Good luck, Lord Tengen. You have choices to make, time is running out.”
..
Suguru Geto went to see Nobara Iori to heal his injuries, by the time he knocked on the door of Kobe Suzuo's office, it was already late at night.
He received a string of prayer beads, as well as a contract with benefits so good it felt like a windfall from heaven.
Kobe Suzuo rubbed her temples, which were throbbing from working overtime late into the night, gave a brief explanation of its function.
Although there are many flaws, my Technique can at least transfer the negative erosion that Cursed Spirit Orbs cause to the soul.
He spoke, then handed over a pen.
Suguru Geto took the pen blankly, signed his name on the contract blankly, hung that string of polished prayer beads on his hand blankly, swallowed the Cursed Spirit Orb blankly.
“How do you feel?”
Suguru Geto clutched his chest, his complexion looking quite poor. "I feel like I had another fight with Hanako, I got beaten up quite badly."
“Anything else?”
Suguru Geto calmed down for a while longer. Once the pain slowly subsided, he moved his hand from his chest to his abdomen.
He looked blankly at Kobe Suzuo, "I feel a bit hungry. No, wait, I'm starving."
Kobe Suzuo's furrowed brows relaxed, feeling genuine pleasure for the excellent employee she had already brought into her fold.
If you're hungry, go to the cafeteria to eat.
Merlin's tone was strange, "Young Master, if you weren't such a capitalist, you'd actually be quite easy to ship."
Kobe Suzuo thought that Merlin's romance system, which could never be fully deleted, had taken the high ground again, so he simply acted as if he hadn't heard it.
Merlin's electronic voice was like a tongue twister, yet it possessed a strangely mischievous tone, as if he were a bystander who lived for the chaos:
Young Master, there is some news, though I'm not sure if it's good or bad.
Young Master Satoru is coming to see you.
Author's Note:
Merlin (Eating Melons): I told you that kid has potential!
Chapter 75: That Anomaly
The powerful, beautiful, unrestrained Six Eyes Child is currently in a cold war with her Young Master.
Although the reason was unknown and Kobe Suzuo was adamantly unwilling to admit it, judging by the drastic shift in temperature between the two of them, a cold war was an indisputable fact.
No replies to messages, perfunctory phone calls, acting privately, repeatedly avoiding meetings with Kobe Suzuo.
Aside from "cold war," Merlin couldn't think of a more suitable adjective.
Based on the experience Merlin gained from reading various types of youth angst literature, this would be the first red flag to appear on Kobe Suzuo's winding emotional path.
Whether or not it could be resolved smoothly would likely set the tone for a long and complicated emotional tug-of-war in the future.
Therefore, it tracked Satoru Gojo's approaching figure through the surveillance, speaking with a hint of nervousness.
Young Master, what do you plan to do?
No obvious emotional changes could be seen in Kobe Suzuo's dark eyes as he slowly placed the contract signed by Suguru Geto into the folder.
Can you still accept it? I think fighting Cursed Spirits is a bit easier to bear than eating swill and rags.
Suguru Geto nodded sluggishly, his expression still showing a clear sense of trance.
Hunger and appetite were both entirely foreign to him.
From the moment he swallowed the first Cursed Spirit Orb and endured that sludge-like malice, this sensation, which ordinary people take for granted, had completely vanished from him.
Kobe Suzuo said nonchalantly, "Just make do with it for now. We'll talk once we find a solution with fewer side effects that is better suited for you."
Suguru Geto wanted to smile, but after pulling at the corners of his mouth, he realized the muscles in his face were incredibly stiff, so he could only nod again and offer a dry thanks:
.. Thank you, Mr. Suzuo.
Merlin chatteringly reported that Satoru Gojo would arrive at the scene in a few minutes, but in the next instant, the electronic voice froze completely.
Satoru Gojo did not move fast, but he consciously avoided all the surveillance cameras along the way.
Lately, he has been doing this during all of his non-mission time.
For the Six Eyes, avoiding prying eyes was not difficult.
Because of this, it wasn't until he stepped into the elevator that Merlin finally, sluggishly, realized something was wrong.
“Young Master.”
Merlin didn't even need to use any computing power to simulate vocal emotions; the most basic electronic voice was blunt and direct: "Satoru Gojo's condition is not very good."
Kobe Suzuo finally looked away from the main computer screen and gave Suguru Geto a gentle smile:
You're welcome. That's all for today. Go back and get some good rest.
Ever since Kobe Suzuo identified Satoru Gojo as the Fated Person, Merlin had rarely experienced the sense of helplessness that comes when one's computational power cannot keep up with the unfolding situation.
It's too late, Young Master Gojo is already here.
Suguru Geto rubbed the prayer beads on his wrist with his fingers.
He wanted to say something more, but after seeing the dark circles under Kobe Suzuo's eyes, he hesitated, finally only gave a low "Mm."
Kobe Suzuo moved her office to Jujutsu High, only then did they belatedly realize this person's true nature as a workaholic.
When the CEO is not under a halo following the plot, he is usually busy.
Moreover, Kobe Suzuo held many positions, serving as both a boss and a Clan Head, while also having to deal with a pile of affairs from the Jujutsu World.
Suguru Geto felt a surge of emotion in his heart. He bid farewell and left, but before he could even close the office door, the elevator not far away chimed and opened.
The bright lights in the hallway flickered abruptly a few times, as if it were merely an illusion.
He was thinking about which unlucky employee would be called in for overtime by that workaholic boss late at night, when he was startled by the person walking out of the elevator.
Satoru Gojo's navy blue school uniform had obvious dark stains on it, his pure white hair was matted into clumps by blood, with patches of bloodstains on his face, making him look exceptionally disheveled.
When those icy blue eyes looked over, they carried a heavy, bloodstained aura that made Suguru Geto frown deeply.
“Satoru, what are you??”
Satoru Gojo brushed past him, pushed open the half-closed office door, strode straight in, his cold voice drifting in slowly.
This isn't my blood.
Of course I know this isn't your blood, I'm asking how you managed to make it look like this..
“.. Brother, where is your Limitless?”
The rest of Suguru Geto's words were stuck in his throat.