What Type of Woman Do You Like?

It had only taken a little over ten minutes.

Zenin Shinsuke had wiped out every Grade 1 and higher Cursed Spirit in Kyoto.

"That should be all of them."

Zenin Shinsuke flicked the purple liquid off his blade and felt the Cursed Energy fluctuations around him. Most of them were Grade 2 or lower.

"Gotta hand it to Toji's blade."

Zenin Shinsuke gazed at the Soul Liberation Blade in his hand, quite taken with it.

The feeling of taking one down with every swing was just too satisfying.

Too bad it was only on loan. Knowing how stingy Toji was, there was no way he'd give him the Soul Liberation Blade.

"Forget it. I won't steal his prized weapon."

Stealing Play Cloud had been enough. Half of Toji's fighting strength came from those weapons. He couldn't keep picking his little brother's pockets forever, could he?

"Brother! Why are you in Kyoto? Shouldn't you be in Tokyo, conspiring with Sister?"

Maki had finally found Zenin Shinsuke after he finished taking out the monsters.

She'd said she wouldn't forgive the two of them until she beat her sister, but now that she was actually seeing him, she couldn't help walking over to talk.

Looking at Maki's pout, Zenin Shinsuke smiled. "What do you mean, 'conspiring'? Is that how you talk?"

"Hmph. You always take Sister's side."

Maki folded her arms and turned her head away in a huff. Her sister was the same, always teaming up with their brother.

"Maki's my student, so of course I take her side. Maki, don't tell me you're jealous of that, too? Since when did you become such a jealous girl?"

Now Maki was jealous of her sister, and of her brother, too.

"...You!"

"So you finally admitted how you really feel? You only care about Sister. You never cared about me at all!"

Maki was so furious that she'd forgotten why she'd come to ask her brother what he was doing there.

"Click, click, click!"

Zenin Shinsuke ignored Maki's jealousy, pulled out his phone, and snapped a bunch of pictures of her puffed-up cheeks.

"That's a good expression. I'll show Maki when I get back."

"You! Brother!"

Maki stomped over to grab his phone, but she was so short that even jumping couldn't get her close.

"All right, all right. You're too old to be this childish. You refused to go to Tokyo Jujutsu High, so who can you blame?"

Zenin Shinsuke put his phone away, planted a big hand on Maki's head, and ruffled her hair. "So, how have you been in Kyoto? Has anyone been picking on you? I'll get revenge for you."

"Besides you and Sister, who would pick on me?"

Maki lowered her head, fidgeting with her hands as she muttered, her cheeks turning red.

"Hello, sir. You're Maki's brother, right? She's been keeping you a secret from us. How could she have such a handsome brother and not tell us?"

Momo Nishimiya flew over on her broom and stopped beside Maki, looking at Zenin Shinsuke with curiosity. Aoi Todo and the others had also cleared the nearby Cursed Spirits and come over to say hello.

"Hey, old man, what type of woman do you like?"

Aoi Todo, bare-chested and wearing a hearty grin, asked boldly.

Zenin Shinsuke looked at them all and smiled. "I'm sorry Maki's been a bother to you lately. If she's done anything wrong, I hope you'll be patient with her."

"Brother! You can't say that about your own sister! I haven't been a bother!"

"Hehehe, is Maki embarrassed? I've never seen you get embarrassed before!" Momo Nishimiya giggled behind her hand.

"Nishimiya! I'm going to get you!"

Maki's face went bright red as she chased after Momo Nishimiya. She was going to teach her friend a lesson for making fun of her.

"Now that's youthful passion."

Aoi Todo sighed, then turned to Zenin Shinsuke and asked again, "Old man, you still haven't answered my question. What type of woman do you like?"

At that, Zenin Shinsuke looked at the passionate young man—Yuki Tsukumo's student—and smiled.

"If you want to know what type of woman I like, ask your teacher."

There were plenty of types he liked, but when it came to the woman he loved, there was only one.

"I've got something to take care of, so I need to head back. I won't stay any longer."

Zenin Shinsuke glanced at Maki, who was playfully tussling with Momo Nishimiya, then set off back.

He vanished in a flash.

"Ah, he just left! I didn't even get his autograph..."

Kasumi Miwa looked disappointed from behind the others.

She'd often heard all sorts of stories about Zenin Shinsuke and Satoru Gojo, and now she had two more idols.

She'd finally run into one of them, but had been too embarrassed to ask for an autograph. What a loss.

"Ask my teacher? What a powerful man."

Aoi Todo was still mulling over Zenin Shinsuke's words.

Was he really on the same level as his teacher?

Unfortunately, only the higher-ups, the teachers, and the Maki and Maki sisters knew about Yuki Tsukumo and Zenin Shinsuke's relationship.

Otherwise, if Aoi Todo found out that the man he'd just asked was his teacher's boyfriend, he would probably be shocked.

Shocked that even someone as broke as his teacher could find a boyfriend.

Meanwhile...

By the time Zenin Shinsuke hurried back to Jujutsu High, everything was over. He'd missed his chance.

On the empty tiled path inside Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru slumped against a wall, clutching his severed right arm.

Satoru Gojo stood in front of him.

"Geto, you guessed right. I sent Inumaki and Panda back to draw out Okkotsu's potential. I knew you wouldn't kill them."

Satoru Gojo's expression was calm as he looked at the dying Geto Suguru. He couldn't put into words what he was feeling.

"You saw right through me."

A faint, relieved smile appeared on Geto Suguru's face. "I hate those monkeys, but I don't hate the students at Jujutsu High."

He had never hated anyone at Jujutsu High.

It was all just his hatred for non-sorcerers.

"Geto, you're in rough shape."

Zenin Shinsuke showed up, the Soul Liberation Blade slung over his shoulder, to see Geto Suguru one last time.

After all the times he'd taken advantage of him, he figured he ought to come say goodbye.

"Heh. You're here too. What, haven't had enough?"

Geto Suguru looked at Zenin Shinsuke, surprised he'd see that annoying guy at the very end.

"I could use a little more. How about letting a few more Special Grades loose for me to play with? They'd just go to waste otherwise."

He couldn't say he'd had his fill of killing, but he'd gained a lot. More would be even better.

"Do Cursed Spirits have nightmares about you?" Geto Suguru asked, exasperated.

"Too bad I don't even have the strength to release my Cursed Spirits now. Otherwise, you could have them all."

"Fine. I'll have to pick your pockets another time, then."

Zenin Shinsuke walked up and patted Satoru Gojo on the shoulder. "Make sure you give Geto a proper send-off."

With that, Zenin Shinsuke strode off into Jujutsu High. He still had to check whether his student was hurt.

"What an annoying guy."

Satoru Gojo couldn't help grumbling, either. Did he really need someone to tell him what to do?

He hated being told what to do, especially by that guy.

"Hahahaha! Looks like I'm not the only one who hates him."

Geto Suguru laughed.

Sharing a dislike of someone with your best friend could be fun in its own way.