After finishing his work as a schoolteacher, Satoru Gojo became a private tutor again, helping Miwa Chisei practice.
They were working on how to catch someone using spatial teleportation jujutsu.
"Spatial Jujutsu operates at the atomic level and requires extremely precise control. You said Kamo Tetsuya gained this power by sacrificing members of the Miwa bloodline?"
Miwa Chisei nodded, letting out a soft, troubled sigh.
"I've already asked Mei Mei and Toji to track down the members of the Miwa bloodline. Maybe having them hide wasn't the right thing to do."
"Qianxing, have you ever thought about restoring the Miwa family to its place among the Four Great Families?"
Satoru Gojo's embrace was warm. The two lounged casually on the living room sofa, with Gojo holding Miwa Chisei as though she were an adorable stuffed rabbit.
Sunglasses rested on his nose, and a prank show played on the enormous LCD screen. The constant canned laughter lent the room a cheerful atmosphere.
Miwa Chisei only had to look up to see Satoru Gojo's finely sculpted jawline.
"I have."
An attractive smile curved Gojo's lips at her answer, and he rubbed the soft hair at the back of her head.
"That's the head of the Miwa family for you. Very charming."
At that, Miwa Chisei covered Satoru Gojo with Jujutsu: Red Path Return, then layered the mind-reading technique Transcription over it.
"Satoru, try teleporting away."
"Just like that? What kind of play is this?"
"Satoru, you really are..."
Before Miwa Chisei could finish, Satoru Gojo vanished from the sofa, catching her completely off guard.
In a sense, he had no professional ethics, but he really was a good teacher.
Miwa Frontline captured the final destination his mind had locked onto before he teleported. His cursed energy would inevitably feed back to that