Star Plasma Vessel

As they walked out of Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto showed off their swaggering, give-no-damn strides right in front of Chinatsu. Next to those two, her own slightly cocky walk looked perfectly normal.

"Seriously, she's just some girl, and two organizations want to kill her? Unbelievable." Satoru Gojo muttered as he swaggered along, sipping a canned drink.

Beside him, Suguru Geto, who looked as though he suffered from an exceptionally severe elderly stoop, leisurely explained things to him.

Two organizations currently had their sights set on the [star plasma vessel]: [Q] and the [Time Vessel Association].

[Q] was a group of dangerous extremists who sought to kill the star plasma vessel, preventing Tengen from assimilating and causing an uncontrolled evolution, thereby overturning Jujutsu Society.

The [Time Vessel Association], meanwhile, consisted of fanatical worshippers of Tengen. They did not want Tengen to assimilate with the star plasma vessel, believing that doing so would defile Tengen, so they wanted to kill the star plasma vessel as well.

After listening to Suguru Geto's explanation, Satoru Gojo looked utterly unimpressed. He slowly tilted his head to one side and grumbled, "Boring~"

Afterward, Suguru Geto headed alone to the apartment building where their intelligence said the star plasma vessel girl was staying, while Chinatsu and Satoru Gojo, who had mastered Teleportation, stood by at a distance, ready to respond as needed.

Satoru Gojo plopped down on a nearby wooden bench like an old man. Letting out a breath, he tilted his head toward Chinatsu, who stood quietly beside him, clearly thinking about something.

It was rare to see Chinatsu so quiet. Precisely because this was so unusual, Satoru Gojo wondered what could possibly put his big sister in such a mood.

Satoru Gojo had asked Chinatsu before, but she had casually waved him off with, "I'll tell you once you're stronger than me."

Speaking of getting stronger than my sister... that's so hard~

As though drowning his sorrows in alcohol, Satoru Gojo raised his canned drink at that thought and gulped down several great mouthfuls, draining it dry.

Just as Satoru Gojo was thinking Suguru Geto should have retrieved the star plasma vessel by now, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from the building Geto had entered.

"Huh?"

Satoru Gojo turned toward the building in confusion. There was only puzzlement in his voice, without any worry for Suguru Geto, simply because he trusted Geto's strength.

The next instant, countless throwing knives flew toward Satoru Gojo and Chinatsu from afar. With Limitless Defense in place, however, such ordinary attacks posed absolutely no threat.

The Q Organization officer who had launched the attack was utterly unremarkable yet brimming with confidence. Seeing that his attack had failed, he not only declined to turn tail and flee, but even prepared to boast to the two of them.

"Satoru Gojo and Chinatsu Gojo, the Gojo Clan's two Six Eyes Divine Children. I've heard so much about you. They say you're strong, so let me see whether you live up to your reputation~"

Faced with the Q Organization officer's inexplicable confidence, both Satoru Gojo and Chinatsu, who had emerged from her thoughts, gave him a look that said, "Are you an idiot?"

Ten seconds later...

The idiot lay facedown on the ground in a somewhat contorted position, his limbs twitching slightly on reflex.

As for what exactly he had just experienced, he probably would not remember even after regaining consciousness...

Oh, right. The two later learned from his colleague that he was apparently the strongest member of the Q Organization. Neither cared, though. That was how it went with self-taught jujutsu sorcerers: their so-called strongest was only at a "Grade 2" level.

Meanwhile, Suguru Geto had also rescued the star plasma vessel girl without any trouble and brought her back into the apartment.

Inside the apartment that had just suffered an explosion, Suguru Geto elegantly brewed himself a cup of tea. He sat on a chair, sipping it while quietly waiting for Chinatsu and Satoru Gojo to join him.

A few minutes later, Chinatsu and Satoru Gojo arrived. Looking at the star plasma vessel girl named "Riko Amanai" and her maid-cum-bodyguard, "Misato Kuroi," lying on the sofa, none of them had any intention of waking the two through physical means.

Still, simply waiting for the two of them to wake up was rather boring. Besides, it was morning, and none of them had eaten breakfast yet.

When Satoru Gojo's stomach let out the howl of a starving wolf, he immediately covered it with his hands, then turned to Chinatsu with a pitiful expression.

The corner of Chinatsu's mouth twitched. Ever since she had awakened her Cooking Skill, Satoru Gojo had become increasingly brazen, constantly pestering her to cook.

If Satoru Gojo had been the only one mounting this offensive, that would have been manageable. But when he saw that his efforts alone were getting nowhere, he decisively reached out with both hands and dragged Suguru Geto and Shoko onto his side.

In the end, even Yaga joined his camp. Over time, Chinatsu began to feel she might as well quit being a jujutsu sorcerer and become a chef instead. Wouldn't earning the title of Special Grade Chef be a breeze?

Chinatsu lowered her head and lightly pressed a hand to her forehead, letting out a helpless sigh.

Fortunately, the kitchen was outside the area affected by the explosion. Since Riko Amanai and her maid, Misato Kuroi, already lived here, it was also well stocked with food.

There was no helping it. Time to get to work.

Consoling herself with the thought, I'm mainly cooking for myself, Chinatsu walked toward the apartment's kitchen, step by step. Although she had lacked enthusiasm before, the moment she took up a kitchen knife, she slipped straight into the zone.

Within just a few minutes, tantalizing aromas drifted out of the kitchen. As Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo caught those scents, their mouths involuntarily began to water.

The two swallowed almost simultaneously. Hearing each other gulp, they instinctively turned to look at one another, then laughed at their inexplicable synchronization.

The aroma filled the apartment. Still unconscious, Riko Amanai vaguely moved her lips, and her horror-movie dream abruptly underwent a complete change of genre.

"Delicious... so delicious..."

In her sleep, Riko Amanai opened her mouth slightly, biting and chewing at the air with a blissful smile on her face.

Feeling perfectly comfortable, she instinctively tried to turn over. Unfortunately, she was lying not on a bed, but on a narrow sofa.

She would have been fine if she had stayed still, but the moment she turned over, Riko Amanai rolled straight off the sofa. With a thud!, she landed on the icy floor and let out a rather miserable scream...