On the way to Jujutsu High, Kiyotaka Ijichi could see Satoru Gojo smiling in the rearview mirror. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Looks like he won't give me trouble today.
Kiyotaka Ijichi had barely finished that thought when he heard Satoru Gojo speak from the back seat.
"Ijichi, stop the car."
"Huh? Here?"
Kiyotaka Ijichi looked bewildered. This stretch of road led to Jujutsu High, so it was quite remote. The asphalt road wound halfway up the mountain, with nothing but trees around it.
"Mr. Gojo, is this some kind of test? If I actually stop, you'll hit me, won't you..."
"What kind of person do you think I am? Just stop the car."
Hearing that, Kiyotaka Ijichi immediately stepped on the brakes. He couldn't follow Satoru Gojo's train of thought at all, but stopping was his best bet for avoiding a beating.
"Go on ahead to the principal's office. I'll head over myself later. I've got something to take care of."
Satoru Gojo casually waved him off. Once he got out, Kiyotaka Ijichi obediently drove away, though he still looked utterly confused.
The moonlight was cold and desolate. Satoru Gojo sensed the presence of a special grade cursed spirit.
Its foul aura was powerful and scorching. This was no ordinary special grade cursed spirit.
So, is it with that one I saw in Wakayama after all?
With half his face hidden beneath his blindfold, Satoru Gojo's expression was unreadable, but his voice was rather cold.
"I told you. The next time I saw you, I'd twist your heads off."
Hearing the human man's arrogant declaration, Jogo leaped excitedly from the cliff beside the road, clenching both fists as he brought them crashing down at Satoru Gojo.
His single eye gleamed with excitement as he boasted.
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