April 1999, the Zenin Clan estate.
It was the season of lush grass and singing birds. Flowers bloomed, and spring filled the land.
Ze Zenin sat cross-legged beneath a large tree on the mountain behind the Zenin Clan estate, his eyes tightly shut.
Opening his ink-black eyes, he let out a heavy sigh. "Come out. I know you're there..."
"Gojo."
"You spotted me again. How boring."
A seemingly aloof little boy with short white hair quietly stepped out from behind the tree at Ze Zenin's back, pouting as he said:
"You spend all day sitting here spacing out. What's so fun about that?"
Ze Zenin didn't answer Satoru Gojo's question. Instead, he said flatly, "I'd like to ask why you keep coming to the Zenin Clan estate to find me all day. Don't you get bored?"
Satoru Gojo already seemed to be developing his goofy streak. His former aloofness was gone as he said with a grin:
"Out of everyone our age, you're the one I think most highly of. If I don't come chat with you, who else am I supposed to talk to?"
Ze Zenin activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, a faint chill filling his scarlet gaze.
Satoru Gojo showed no fear at all, meeting Ze Zenin's stare with his azure eyes.
Ze Zenin: "..."
He really ought to tone down this charged atmosphere. The last thing he wanted was for Naoya Zenin to suddenly show up and mistake him for being gay...
Ze Zenin could only sigh helplessly again. "So if I don't go on this exorcism mission with you, you're going to camp out here and refuse to leave again?"
Satoru Gojo blinked and chuckled. "You figured that out too? Ze, we really are best buddies!"
"Would you shut up?" Ze Zenin's mouth twitched. Sure enough, he