Two years earlier.
Zhiyan's study.
The atmosphere in the room was different from usual.
Zhiyan sat behind his desk, with two people sitting across from him-Satoru Gojo in the chair on the left, leaning back slightly with one leg crossed over the other, and Kamo Xian Di in the chair on the right, sitting straight with his hands on his knees.
Satoru Gojo had just finished explaining his proposal.
Silence settled over the study for about two seconds.
Zhiyan looked at Satoru Gojo's smiling face and raised an eyebrow.
"Leaving aside the fact that you're now the head of the Gojo Clan and have clan affairs to deal with."
His voice was full of doubt.
"Just on the subject of being a teacher-"
He paused, his gaze lingering on Satoru Gojo's face.
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
Satoru Gojo's smile stiffened for an instant.
His brows furrowed.
"Hey-"
His voice rose, edged with displeasure.
"What's with that look?"
Zhiyan's expression did not change.
Xian Di spoke up then.
"Satoru."
He looked at Satoru Gojo's face, which practically screamed, "I object."
"Not to discourage you-"
"But you know it yourself."
His tone grew even more earnest.
"Jujutsu Society can't have too many irresponsible people."
One bulging vein after another appeared on Satoru Gojo's forehead.
He lifted his hands from the armrests and folded his arms across his chest.
"I know I'm not cut out for all that tedious paperwork."
"You both know that. I can only leave it to you and the old geezers back home."
He unfolded his arms and waved a hand through the air, a little impatiently.
"But as for being a teacher-"
His voice grew a little more serious.
"I really do object to that."
He leaned forward, drawing his hands back to brace them