Tsumiki Fushiguro showed no embarrassment at all and nodded gently. "Thank you for taking care of me. I wouldn't dare refuse." Toji Fushiguro asked from beside her, "How's that kid Megumi?"
"He's been a little anxious." Though Tsumiki Fushiguro spoke of his anxiety, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. "But he has a group of wonderful friends now. He's no longer alone."
"I see." Toji Fushiguro nodded expressionlessly. "Never thought you'd care about him."
"He was the one I entrusted to Satoru Gojo before I died," Toji Fushiguro said flatly. "I'm not concerned about him. I just wanted to know how he was doing."
Mahito slapped Toji Fushiguro's shoulder. "Tsundere men aren't in style these days, especially not men!" Toji Fushiguro's expression did not change. "In our era, tsundere was still a trendy word."
"Mahito, you spoiled these people!" Kinji Hakari could no longer endure it and even cursed his own boss. "Fuck, I thought we were playing house! We're the darkest, most evil organization working to overturn Jujutsu Society, not some fucking comedy troupe! This whole vibe needs to change!"
Mahito still smiled as he comforted Kinji Hakari. "All right, all right. You think attacking Tokyo Jujutsu High is funny now, but didn't it turn out well? Besides, if we had seriously attacked them, I don't think you would've wanted that either, right?"
Kinji Hakari was speechless.
Come to think of it, that was true. If he had really been made to do it, he would not have been able to bring himself to act.
Kenjaku regained his spirits. "At the very least, we achieved our minimum objective. Mahito obtained the techniques of every student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and I brought the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings out of the dangerous warehouse in the Tomb of the Star