Eight years later.
The Gojo Clan's martial arts instructor looked at Gojo Sawa before him with a face full of smiles and proudly bestowed upon him the title of Menkyo Kaiden disciple.
Then he turned to Gojo Satoru beside him, and his smile instantly vanished.
Gojo Satoru froze, pointed at his own nose, and loudly protested his innocence.
"Hey! Teacher Jirobo! What's with that expression? I at least made it into Mokuroku!"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but the moment he did, Gojo Jirobo flew into a rage.
If he hadn't been mindful of Gojo Satoru's identity as the son of the Six Eyes, he would have kicked him flying long ago!
At that moment, the Great Elder said to the two of them, "The two young masters are old enough to enter Jujutsu High. Next, you'll need to undergo Jujutsu Sorcerer grading!"
"However, considering your strength, the clan has decided that you'll directly take the Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer examination. The test is to exorcise ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits!"
Hearing this, Sawa and Satoru both grew eager to try.
Although the two had exorcised quite a few Cursed Spirits before, Grade 1 Cursed Spirits were extremely rare.
And now they had to exorcise ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits.
It seemed that although the Gojo Clan treated the two of them like treasures, they had no intention of turning them into hothouse flowers.
It was worth mentioning that although Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits were both classified from Grade 4 to Special Grade,
Grade 4 Jujutsu Sorcerers were stronger than Grade 4 Cursed Spirits, Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerers were stronger than Grade 3 Cursed Spirits, and so on.
Of course, Special Grade was excluded. Whether Special Grade Cursed Spirits or Special Grade Sorcerers, they were all exceptionally unusual beings and could not be compared.
"The clan has already prepared the information on twenty Grade 1 Cursed Spirits for you!"
The Great Elder handed the information to Sawa and Satoru. It contained detailed records of the Cursed Spirits' abilities and locations.
"Hey, Satoru, how about we make a bet?"
"What?"
"Let's see who can exorcise ten Cursed Spirits first and return here!"
Satoru's eyes lit up. "Sure!"
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.
"Right, what's the wager?"
Sawa thought for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips.
"Damn it! All of you, die!!!"
Gojo Satoru frantically activated Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, and the violent energy tore the countless Cursed Spirits blocking his path to pieces.
"Where are the Grade 1 Cursed Spirits? Where are the Grade 1 Cursed Spirits?"
In the dark sewer, Satoru's voice echoed continuously.
At that very moment, in a dark corner somewhere, the Grade 1 Cursed Spirit Satoru was hunting hid there, trembling in fear.
What the hell was wrong with this guy?!
He had inexplicably charged into someone else's home and started blasting everything apart, looking as if he wouldn't stop until he killed it.
Had it borrowed money from him?
"I found you!"
Gojo Satoru's head emerged from around the corner, and he gave the Cursed Spirit a sinister smile.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
The Cursed Spirit shrieked in terror and scrambled into the sewer, rolling and crawling. For a moment, it couldn't even tell who the villain really was.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Gojo Satoru used Blue's teleportation to follow it inside.
The Cursed Spirit put every ounce of strength into fleeing, darting wildly around like a frightened bird.
After a while, it couldn't resist looking back, and its soul nearly left its body.
The white-haired demon was charging toward it with a feral grin, impossible to shake off like a shadow!
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!"
Boom!!!
Aboveground, a foul stench suddenly spread through Tokyo's bustling streets, packed with traffic and pedestrians.
Passersby covered their noses and mouths. They hurried along while wrinkling their brows and complaining.
"It stinks!"
"What's going on?"
"It seems to be coming from the sewer!"
Bang!!!
Suddenly, a manhole cover on the street was blasted more than ten meters into the air, followed by a surge of foul sewage.
In an instant, the area was showered with nauseating "drizzle," and everyone present experienced the thrill of being "shit-rained on."
Meanwhile, the culprit, Gojo Satoru, had already fled the scene.
"All ten Grade 1 Cursed Spirits are taken care of! This time, I'm definitely going to be faster than Big Brother!"
Gojo Satoru pushed Blue to maximum output, making his teleportation speed unbelievably fast.
When he returned to the Gojo Clan's training hall, Satoru looked around and let out a delighted monkey-like cry!
"Woohoo~ Big Brother isn't back yet! I won this time! Ahahaha..."
Gojo Satoru's eyes gleamed. "Since Big Brother lost, then the wager... Hehehehehe!"
"Don't laugh like some villain, Satoru!"
Suddenly, Gojo Sawa's voice came from behind him.
Satoru turned around and saw Sawa leisurely holding a cup of tea and watching him with a teasing smile.
The Great Elder beside him coughed twice. "Young Master Satoru, you lost. Young Master Sawa returned half an hour ago!"
"Gaaah—"
The smile on Satoru's face instantly froze.
Then he remembered the wager between them, and an emotion called despair surfaced in his eyes.
Akihabara.
At a certain anime exhibition hall, a cosplay convention was being held in full swing.
Handsome men and beautiful women came and went, dressed as their favorite anime characters. They collected autographs, posed for photos, attended signings, entered raffles...
Just then, the crowd suddenly erupted into an uproar.
"Wow! Oh my god! What an adorable catgirl!"
"That face! That figure! That makeup!"
"Miss, would you be interested in becoming an idol at our company?"
Gojo Satoru looked at the crowd surrounding him and forced a strained smile.
"H-hello, everyone!"
"Ooooh~~~"
The crowd let out a collective gasp.
"M-m-m-m-male... He's a guy! That's not necessarily a bad thing!"
"Gasp~ Isn't this my infertile waifu?"
"You'll spend your whole life ruined by a femboy, unable to interact normally with your bros!"
Once they realized he was a man, the crowd became even more excited. Gojo Satoru took a terrified half-step backward.
He never should have agreed to bet against Big Brother!
The price of losing was far too great: wearing a catgirl cosplay to a convention!
However, thanks to his tall figure, fair complexion, and naturally white hair,
the white-haired maid catgirl outfit Satoru wore looked as if it had walked straight out of an anime.
Not only were the men staring in stunned silence, but the women also couldn't help wanting to cuddle up to him.
He was truly appealing to both men and women.
A timid Android 18 came forward. "Hello, hello. Can we take a photo together?"
Seeing that she was a pretty young woman, Satoru revealed a smile that already carried a hint of Greasy Satoru.
"Of course!"
"I want one too, I want one too!"
"All right, all right, everyone line up. One at a time!"
Gojo Satoru, dressed in a catgirl maid outfit, completely let himself go. He casually struck all kinds of coquettish poses, with one goal in mind: to be as shamelessly seductive as possible!
"Heh heh heh..."
In the distance, Gojo Sawa wore a lecherous smile beneath his Kamen Rider Decade suit.
Satoru had no idea that his cheap elder brother had secretly followed him to the convention.
Sawa pulled a magenta camera identical to Tsukasa Kadoya's from his robes. Beneath his mask, the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.
"Let me record this amusing scene!"
"My foolish little brother!"
"I'm going to feast on this blackmail material for the rest of my life!"
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