Miwa Chisei's car was parked outside the Zenin Clan's gates. After finishing her discussion, she came out and climbed into the passenger seat.
The "driver," sporting short light-gray hair and black-framed glasses, spoke up.
"How did it go, boss? That old geezer agreed to work with you, right?"
The driver was Toji Fushiguro in disguise. He was remarkably good at driving one-handed.
Miwa Chisei nodded. After buckling her seat belt, she reclined the seat a little to get comfortable.
"Bringing up Megumi and you really did make the Zenin Clan head a lot less hostile. He said he'd give me a list of the Cursed Tools they can sell in a few days."
"Congratulations, boss. The Zenin Clan's Cursed Tools aren't like the ones on the market. They're made by dedicated clan craftsmen-the kind money alone can't buy."
Miwa Chisei nodded, feeling a little wistful.
"The Zenin Clan head wasn't what I imagined. I thought he'd be difficult to talk to, and he actually seemed quite happy to learn you were still alive."
"No way, boss. As the disgrace of the Zenin Clan, shouldn't he be itching for me to drop dead?"
Miwa Chisei recalled the old man's lonely expression as he drank. Perhaps he, too, had felt guilty for failing to protect Toji Fushiguro and leaving him to fend for himself.
After all, Toji Fushiguro was stronger than the vast majority of Jujutsu Sorcerers.
"Or maybe he's come to understand a few things with age."
Toji Fushiguro fell silent for a while, as though something amusing had occurred to him.
"That old geezer really plans to hand the clan over to Megumi, huh? He's got a screw loose, just like Gojo."
Miwa Chisei turned to glance at Toji Fushiguro. His emotions always seemed to fluctuate wildly whenever he came