Tokyo Jujutsu High.
A white-haired man wearing a blindfold rested his crossed legs on the desk, teasing the man opposite him out of boredom. "Hey, Nanami, why do you respect Ze so much, but never show me any respect?"
Across from him, Kento Nanami calmly flipped through his newspaper. "Everyone knows Satoru Gojo, the first-years' homeroom teacher, is unreliable..."
Satoru Gojo felt personally attacked, but when he remembered that Suguru Geto wasn't exactly a reliable senior either, he laughed it off.
"Later, let's play catch with expired rice balls while discussing the separation of religion and government... then post it online to start a flame war!"
Satoru Gojo raised both hands, looking just like that old acquaintance who used to say, "A bowl of Iron Bull Beef Noodles, please."
"Play by yourself." Kento Nanami's mouth twitched. What on earth went on inside this man's head?
"Oh, right." Kento Nanami looked at Satoru Gojo's smug face. "Senior Zenin asked me to retrieve the special grade cursed object, Cursed Womb: Death Paintings, from the Cursed Object Vault sometime in the next few days."
"Then find a few death-row inmates or people guilty of serious crimes to serve as vessels for their incarnation..."
"Oh?" Satoru Gojo perked up and said with a grin, "Ze's coming up with fun ideas like that now? Is he finally ready to fool around with me?"
"I don't know." Kento Nanami's eyelid twitched. No matter how he looked at it, Senior Zenin hardly seemed like someone who would fool around with Gojo.
Silently criticizing the unreliable Satoru Gojo, he asked aloud, "How many of Sukuna's Fingers have you fed Itadori so far?"
"Well..."
Satoru Gojo rubbed his chin, apparently giving it serious thought. "Counting the finger he swallowed at the start, plus the three he ate at intervals