Daily Life: Satoru and Jie's Convention Trip

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto quickly let go, frantically explaining.

"Opportunity!"

Sawa seized the moment to strike, taking them both down in two moves.

"I win!"

Wu and Jie lay on the ground, faces full of defiance.

"This doesn't count, you attacked by surprise!"

Gojo Sawa spread his hands. "The battlefield doesn't care if it's a surprise attack. If I were an enemy, you'd both be dead already!"

"Don't act all serious and lecture us, hey!"

"What? You're not going to back out, are you? No going back on the bet we agreed to!"

Hearing this, Wu and Jie's faces turned pale.

Suguru Geto weakly raised his hand. "Um... could we change the bet?"

"No way!"

Gojo Sawa crossed his arms in refusal.

He glanced at Geto, who looked utterly resistant, and chuckled.

"Jie, if you follow through on the bet, I'll sell you Playful Cloud at a discount. Original price one billion, I'll give you half off!"

Suguru Geto immediately stood up. "A gentleman's word is his bond! How could I possibly go back on it?! Wu, you should be ashamed of going back on your word too, right?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Funo District, department store.

Ieiri Shoko followed behind Gojo Sawa, puzzled.

"Sawa, when you said there was something good to see, did you mean the anime convention?"

Shoko watched the anime characters coming and going, wondering if she should take a photo with one.

Gojo Sawa's mouth twisted into a smirk. "No, I meant something even better!"

Ieiri Shoko blinked. "Sawa, do you know your smile right now is super creepy?!"

"...Is it?"

Shoko nodded firmly. "It's exactly like the expression of a shut-in peeping through a hole in the wall at a pretty girl changing clothes, sneaking a photo with ill intentions!"

"What kind of weird analogy is that?"

Gojo Sawa's eye twitched as he roughly ruffled Shoko's hair. "Less talk, you'll see—soon you'll be just like me!"

Ieiri Shoko wore a dejected face, clearly unconvinced.

Aside from alcohol and cigarettes, she had no interest in anything.

"Whoa!!!"

Just then, bursts of exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Countless cosplayers, passersby, photographers, and normies swarmed in all at once.

At the center of the crowd, two figures stood out strikingly.

The 190 cm Gojo Satoru and the 180-something Suguru Geto towered like cranes among chickens in a crowd averaging under 170 cm.

That wasn't even the main point.

Their outstanding looks made for perfect cosplay conditions.

One was a white-haired cat-eared maid, the other a black-haired cat-eared maid. Stunning faces, tall figures, long slender legs in black stockings straight and shapely.

In an instant, they captivated countless boys and girls.

"Hello, hello, can I get a photo with you?"

"I'm a photographer, mind if I take some shots?"

Gojo Satoru was already well-versed in this scene.

"Everyone, don't push! Take it slow!"

"Holy crap! A femboy!"

"A guy... even more exciting!"

"Husband... no, wife, wife!"

"This one's a guy, so what about this one..."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Suguru Geto, experiencing this for the first time, looked flustered and uneasy.

He weakly raised his hand. "Um, I'm a guy too!"

"Whoa~"

The crowd gasped sharply.

A group of cosplaying girls felt a pang of inferiority.

One was already hard to accept, but then another showed up—flat-chested, yet their looks and aura directly crushed them.

What kind of world was this?

Ladies, maybe you should just take over!

Gojo Satoru wrapped an arm around Suguru Geto. "Don't be so tense. Since we're already here, we might as well cut loose and have fun!"

Led by Satoru, the self-hypnotized Geto gradually began to let himself go.

"One, two, three, cheese!"

The two of them smiled so sweetly and charmingly, striking poses that were each more flamboyant than the last.

On the second floor.

"Pfft... hahahaha... those two... those two... pfft hahahaha..."

Shoko was about to die laughing.

Gojo Sawa silently pulled out a magenta camera, capturing this amusing scene.

"Got some dirt on Geto too!"

Seeing this, Shoko raised an eyebrow and quickly grabbed her phone, snapping ten shots in a row.

Tokyo Jujutsu High, main office.

Masamichi Yaga stared silently at the photos Shoko had sent him.

In the pictures, cat-eared Satoru and cat-eared Geto were posing provocatively, seemingly having a great time.

Masamichi Yaga sank deep into thought, momentarily doubting whether his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He took another look—

Yep, definitely his eyes acting up.

Because they'd been burned blind!

"Getting old, getting old—can't keep up with what the young ones are thinking anymore!"