Satoru Gojo's residence had no butler and no live-in housekeeper, domestic robots couldn't attend to every single detail; calling someone over to the house every few days was somewhat inappropriate.
Kobe Suzuo could only keep things simple here; his style of dress and grooming became casual, consisting of nothing more than simple shirts or T-shirts every day.
After several shirts were ruined by curling irons in a row, Kobe Suzuo finally accepted the fact that she was not destined for housework, her frequency of choosing T-shirts increased sharply.
It was as if he had released his true nature; that constant aura of a domineering CEO had faded slightly, making him appear even more youthful.
He preferred loose styles and would occasionally pretend to casually wear Satoru Gojo's clothes—Satoru Gojo's size was larger than Kobe Suzuo's.
Of course, Satoru Gojo hasn't discovered this little perversion of his yet.
Satoru Gojo looked at Kobe Suzuo, who was holding up a tablet to display a canvas—the Kobe Suzuo he had almost forgotten just now.
He pulled her into his arms, slowly lowering his head until his forehead rested against Kobe Suzuo's shoulder.
“Don't worry, I'm here. Everything will be fine.”
This isn't right, Satoru Gojo thought.
I almost forgot about him, I almost left him here all alone, but only now am I belatedly feeling anxious and afraid.
It was simply too late; by the time it was realized, it was already too late for anything.
Hiss—
Kobe Suzuo felt a sharp pain in his neck, the fingers stroking the back of Satoru Gojo's head instinctively gripped the snow-white, silky hair before letting go upon realizing what had happened, stopping him with a firm but gentle touch.
Don't bite, Satoru, it hurts.
Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's collar; the T-shirt was so loose that it was practically ready-to-eat.
He tasted a faint scent of blood before finally coming to his senses, he didn't know if it was a sincere apology or intentional as he licked his masterpiece with his tongue.
“I'm sorry.”
Chapter 94: That Difficult Person
Sir, here is the tea you requested.
The waiter arranged the teacups and tea sets on the tray one by one, keeping his head lowered the entire time, asked respectfully:
Is there anything else you require?
The man sitting in the seat of honor had white hair and was quite old; he was a man of few words, dressed in an exquisite Kimono, sat with his back perfectly straight.
His face was stern, his sharp gaze scrutinized Kobe Suzuo, while his withered fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, showing no intention of speaking.
Sitting beside him was a woman in a Kimono, around forty years old, but her features were exquisite, she looked much younger than her temperament suggested.
She was also sizing up Kobe Suzuo, but she was clearly much more nervous than the elder, her gaze wandering and her fingers clutching her handkerchief tightly.
Two men in black suits stood on either side of the two, both with swords at their waists. From beginning to end, their muscles remained tense, appearing ready to strike and draw their blades at any moment.
As time passed, the waiter's smile gradually stiffened, cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
Kobe Suzuo looked down at the exquisite refreshments on the table, which could be considered quite formal for a guest.
He smiled at the waiter and said softly, "Thank you, I think we shouldn't need anything else for the time being."
The waiter felt relieved, bowed quietly, closed the sliding door of the washitsu as he left.
Kobe Suzuo was experiencing this kind of thing for the first time, the feeling of a reversed status was somewhat novel to her.
He felt the atmosphere for a moment, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a light sip of tea before speaking, finally ending the other person's useless psychological pressure.
If you have something to discuss with me, just say it plainly.
Kobe Suzuo put down her cup and tapped the phone on the table with her index finger. "Or if I call Satoru now, perhaps you would be more willing to chat with him?"
"No need!" the middle-aged woman cried out hurriedly, her face instantly turning a shade paler after receiving a glare from the old man beside her.
She repeated, "There is no need to tell Satoru about this."
Kobe Suzuo smiled, her hands still not moving from her phone.
The old man watched his movements and spoke from a position of superiority, looking extremely reluctant.
“So you are that Kobe Suzuo?”
As soon as those words were spoken, Kobe Suzuo could more or less guess the general plot of what would follow.
He had actually managed to encounter such a classic line; he truly was the number one CEO-type.
Kobe Suzuo breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart and touched his earlobe; he was actually a bit unaccustomed to not having Merlin to complain to.
Although her identity information had been forcibly canceled, Kobe Suzuo could still use Merlin to work or handle certain matters.
But without the "key" in his hands and without the World's unlocked computing power, Merlin was now truly just an "emotionless tool AI," with his autonomy reduced to the absolute minimum.
This was a specially designed program, intended to allow Merlin to handle all the various affairs left behind by Kobe Suzuo with sufficient "rationality" whenever Kobe Suzuo was away.
The old man spoke with disdain, continuing his speech:
I heard you've been getting quite close to Satoru Gojo lately. I hope you don't harbor any unnecessary delusions because of this temporary closeness.
The Tyrant felt it was time to stage a "wicked mother-in-law making things difficult for the poor daughter-in-law" drama, but no one was to care who the "mother-in-law" or the "daughter-in-law" actually were.
Kobe Suzuo looked across at him; he was all alone now and truly could not muster such a grand spectacle.
Little Mei, I miss you.
It was still more amusing to watch the cyber son and the feudal patriarch trade insults.
The old man of the Gojo Clan was somewhat dissatisfied that he hadn't seen Kobe Suzuo in a state of fury and extreme shame, he glared with bulging eyes:
“You are just an ordinary person, a useless man at that, Satoru Gojo will inherit the Clan Head Position sooner or later, becoming the greatest Jujutsu Sorcerer in history.”
You will only become a burden to him, eventually being cast aside by him, only to end up with a miserable death..
Kobe Suzuo was awestruck.
The Overlord's physique could, at its core, only serve as a driving force; it wasn't truly capable of setting up lines like a script.
The fact that this old man from the Gojo Clan can chatter on like this only proves that his head is truly filled with nothing but such things.
May I ask a question for now.
Kobe Suzuo interrupted him, "What is your relationship with Satoru?"
The old man's mixture of insults and provocative threats came to an abrupt halt, as if he had been poked in a sore spot; his gaze toward Kobe Suzuo grew even more ferocious.
I am, of course, Satoru Gojo's elder—
Kobe Suzuo was relentless, "Which elder specifically? As far as I know, you shouldn't be a direct relative of Satoru. The current Gojo Clan Head is not you, the previous Clan Heads have even less to do with you."
His fingers curled around the rim of the cup, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. "A relative who has nothing to do with Satoru, just a mere Elder, yet he dares to dictate how he should live his life."
Kobe Suzuo said coldly, "Isn't it a bit too ridiculous?"
Kid!
The old man's hair stood on end with rage as he slammed his palm against the table. "Don't get too cocky. Do you really think you can walk out of this room in one piece today?"
He used Cursed Energy, the stone tabletop cracked, while the porcelain shattered under the force, leaving tea and snacks in a chaotic mess.
Two men in black suits drew their blades at the sound, pressing the edges against Kobe Suzuo's neck.
Kobe Suzuo lowered her eyes and took a look; they were all cursed tools that had been stained with blood.
As expected of Jujutsu Kaisen, where even a domestic dispute between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law turns into a physical brawl; the people here are fierce.
He sighed, "It's a pity; the limited-edition cherry blossom season at Kazemachi is quite unique."
Kobe Suzuo took a light sip of the tea she had saved, cradling the bottom of the cup, said gently:
As you get older, you shouldn't always have such a temper; it's not good for your health.
You're right, aren't you, Madam?
Although the old man was just a distant relative through the convoluted branches of a feudal family, this person's identity was anything but ordinary.
Gojo Rankui pursed her lips, when Kobe Suzuo looked over, she opened her purse and pulled out a card.
She placed the card on the cracked tabletop, avoiding the spilled tea, handed it to Kobe Suzuo.
There is fifty million in here.
Kobe Suzuo..
How is there even a part for this?
Gojo Rankui said, "Satoru.. he is different from me, from you, from all of us. He is destined to walk a path that others cannot reach."
She seemed to feel a sense of sorrow, struggling to say, "I am not a qualified mother, destined to be unable to walk with him until the end, so I left him early, you are the same.."
Kobe Suzuo could no longer listen. He took a black card from his wallet, slapped it onto Gojo Rankui's card, sent them both back together.
I'll add two more zeros to your price.
Kobe Suzuo curled his lips slightly. "Or you can name your own price; I'll accept anything, as long as you stay away from Satoru."
He placed the cup in his hand onto the table, stood up, took all the "loose change" out of his wallet, with a wave of his arm, ten-thousand-yen bills mixed with loose US dollars fluttered down.
Fifty million—is he looking down on a CEO, or is he looking down on Satoru?
Kobe Suzuo turned to open the door, waving a hand and saying, "I will tell Gojo Hirohira about this."
"Stop him!" The old man, finally snapping out of his shock at the cash scattered all over the floor, roared an order to the two men in black suits.
Kill him!
Don't move! Drop your weapon!
The police, who had kicked down the door alongside him, also shouted:
“We received a report of an individual illegally carrying a knife here, suspected of personal threats and illegal trafficking. Put your hands up!”
Kobe Suzuo saw the assistant police officer wearing the Director's Department insignia at the end of the line at a single glance.
He leaned back slightly to avoid the blade pressed against his neck, raising his hands honestly and saying innocently:
Officer, help me!
The lead officer raised his gun, sweeping it across the broken tables and the banknotes scattered everywhere. His voice rose an octave as he shouted to the officers behind him, "Take them all away!"