Gojo Satoru had left for overseas to visit Okkotsu Yuta. Shen Yuanyi took on a few more insignificant assignments, and under Gojo-sensei's exemplary guidance, he had also learned that technique—the art of arranging something called training that was really just slacking off.
He handed several ordinary missions over to Megumi and the others. The three First-years were all highly capable, and normal assignments could hardly trouble them. Shen Yuanyi was happy to take it easy.
Still, he could not keep slacking off forever. As the only Special Grade Sorcerer still in Japan, assignments eventually came knocking.
"No mission intel? It only says the target ranges from Grade 1 to Special Grade?"
Shen Yuanyi smiled as he questioned the person sent by the Higher-ups. Normally, his smile was warm enough to soothe hearts and make people helplessly fall for him. Yet now, it had the young, beautiful woman across from him so nervous she was nearly unable to hold herself together.
"Terui Mizuori. You're from the Higher-ups, right? Is this how those old fools with curse-eaten brains assign missions?"
Shen Yuanyi's smile faded. An invisible pressure filled his gaze as he looked at the woman. "You either have no specific mission intel, or you're unwilling to reveal it. You want me to carry out an unknown mission, and instead of issuing it through official channels, you privately sent someone to contact me."
"But you really are from the Higher-ups. Can you tell me what your intentions are?"
The woman named Terui Mizuori awkwardly maintained her smile, not daring to relax her upright posture in the slightest. These sorcerers were more terrifying than the last, and the man before her was one of the very best among them. She could not be deceived by his appearance.
"Please calm down. Someone will explain