Cat-girl Maid Gojo Satoru

Eight years later.

The Gojo Clan's martial arts instructor looked at Gojo Sawa before him with a beaming smile, granting him the title of Menkyo Kaiden disciple with satisfaction.

Then, he turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru beside him, and his smile vanished without a trace.

Gojo Satoru froze, pointing at his own nose as he loudly protested his innocence.

"Hey! Jirobo-sensei! What kind of look is that? I at least made it into the Mokuroko!"

He shouldn't have brought it up—the moment he did, Gojo Jirobo's temper flared.

If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's status as the Six Eyes child, he would have already kicked him flying!

Just then, the Great Elder spoke to the two of them. "Both young masters have reached the age to enter Jujutsu High. Next, you'll need to undergo a sorcerer ranking assessment!"

"However, considering your strength, the clan has decided that you will directly take the First-Grade sorcerer exam. The test content is to exorcise ten First-Grade cursed spirits!"

Hearing this, Sawa and Satoru both felt a surge of eagerness.

Although the two had exorcised quite a few cursed spirits before, encounters with First-Grade ones were quite rare.

And now they were to exorcise ten First-Grade cursed spirits.

It seemed that while the Gojo Clan treasured the two like jewels, they weren't about to let them grow up as hothouse flowers.

It was worth noting that although both sorcerers and cursed spirits had classifications from Grade 4 to Special Grade, a Grade 4 sorcerer was stronger than a Grade 4 cursed spirit, a Grade 3 sorcerer stronger than a Grade 3 cursed spirit, and so on.

Of course, Special Grade was an exception—whether Special Grade cursed spirits or Special Grade sorcerers, both were quite unique existences that couldn't be compared.

"The clan has prepared intelligence on twenty First-Grade cursed spirits for you!"

The Great Elder handed the information to Sawa and Satoru, which detailed the cursed spirits' abilities and locations of appearance.

"Hey, Satoru! Want to make a bet?"

"What?"

"Whoever exorcises ten cursed spirits first and returns here wins!"

Satoru's eyes lit up. "Alright!"

Times had changed—he had already learned to use Blue for long-distance teleportation, and his speed was no longer inferior to his elder brother's.

"By the way, what's the wager?"

Sawa thought for a moment, then a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! All of you, die!!!"

Gojo Satoru went berserk, activating Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, its violent energy tearing countless cursed spirits blocking his path into shreds.

"Where are the First-Grade cursed spirits? Where are they?!"

In the dark sewer, Satoru's voice echoed endlessly.

At that very moment, in a certain dark corner, the First-Grade cursed spirit being hunted by Satoru was cowering and trembling.

What the hell kind of person was this?!

Barging into someone else's home out of nowhere and bombarding it wildly, with a clear intent to kill it as fast as possible.

Did he owe you money?

"Found you!"

From around the corner, Gojo Satoru's head poked out, flashing a sinister grin at the cursed spirit.

"Aaaaaah..."

The cursed spirit let out a series of terrified screams, scrambling and crawling deeper into the sewer—for a moment, it was hard to tell who was the real villain.

"Don't think you can escape!"

Gojo Satoru used Blue's teleportation to follow.

The cursed spirit fled with all its might, darting around like a startled bird.

After a while, it couldn't help but glance back, and nearly had its soul scared out of its body.

There was that white-haired demon, grinning savagely as he charged toward it, clinging like a shadow that couldn't be shaken off!

"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!"

Boom!!!

Above ground, on Tokyo's bustling, traffic-filled streets, a foul stench suddenly spread.

Pedestrians covered their noses and mouths, quickening their pace while frowning and complaining.

"So stinky!"

"What's going on?"

"Seems like it's from the sewer!"

BAM!!!

Suddenly, the manhole cover on the street blasted dozens of meters into the air, followed by a geyser of foul sewage erupting from below.

In an instant, a nauseating "drizzle" fell over the scene, giving everyone present a thrilling taste of "shit raining down on their heads."

By then, the culprit Gojo Satoru had already fled the scene.

"All ten grade-one curses taken care of! I've gotta be faster than my brother this time!"

Gojo pushed his Blue to maximum output, teleporting at an inconceivable speed.

When he returned to the Gojo Clan's training hall, Gojo looked around and let out a joyful monkey screech!

"Woo-hoo~ Big brother's not back yet! I win this time! Ahahahaha..."

Gojo's eyes gleamed. "Since big brother lost, that means the bet... heheheheh!"

"Stop making that villainous laugh, Gojo!"

Suddenly, Gojo Sawa's voice rang out from behind him.

Gojo turned to see Sawa leisurely holding a cup of tea, watching him with a teasing smile.

The Great Elder beside him cleared his throat twice. "Young Master Gojo, you lost. Young Master Sawa returned half an hour ago!"

"Gah—"

The smile on Gojo's face instantly froze.

Then he remembered the terms of their bet, and a look of despair crept into his eyes.

Akihabara.

At some anime exhibition hall, a cosplay convention was in full swing.

Handsome men and beautiful women, dressed as their favorite anime characters, came and went—trading photos, posing for pictures, signing autographs, entering raffles...

Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred.

"Whoa! Oh my god! What an adorable catgirl!"

"Look at that face! That figure! That makeup!"

"Miss, are you interested in becoming an idol at our company?"

Gojo looked at the crowd surrounding him and forced a strained smile.

"H-Hello, everyone!"

"Ooh~~~"

The crowd gasped.

"A m-m-m-man! That's fine too!"

"Hiss~ Isn't this my barren wife?"

"Bro, you've been ruined by traps for life; you can't even hang with the guys normally anymore!"

Seeing that he was actually a guy only made the crowd more excited, and Gojo took a terrified half-step back.

He never should have agreed to bet against his brother!

The price of losing was way too steep—wearing a catgirl cosplay to a convention!

But thanks to his tall, slender build, fair skin, and naturally white hair, Gojo's cosplay of a white-haired maid catgirl looked like it had stepped straight out of an anime.

Not only were the guys stunned, but the girls also couldn't help wanting to get close.

He was a hit with both sexes.

A timid Android 18 cosplayer stepped forward. "Hello, hello! Can I get a photo with you?"

Seeing it was a pretty girl, Gojo flashed a smile already tinged with a bit of "Greasy Satoru."

"Of course!"

"I want one too! Me too!"

"Alright, alright, everyone line up, one at a time!"

Dressed in a catgirl maid outfit, Gojo completely let loose, striking all kinds of coy poses with practiced ease—the whole point was to be flamboyant!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Not far away, Gojo Sawa, hidden inside a Kamen Rider Decade suit, wore a lecherous grin.

Gojo had no idea that his cheap big brother had secretly followed him to the convention.

Sawa pulled out a pink camera identical to Tsukasa Kadoya's, the grin under his mask harder to suppress than an AK.

"Let me capture this amusing moment!"

"Oh, my foolish little brother!"

"I'll be living off this blackmail material for life!"