Could Miwa Chisei and Satoru Gojo raise their children well?
Probably not.
Then how would they solve that problem?
A month passed. Miwa Chisei recovered remarkably quickly, and both babies were perfectly healthy.
The older brother, with his red eyes, was named Miwa Yo, while his blue-eyed younger sister was named Gojo Xi. Their soft, silvery newborn hair looked exquisite; it was easy to imagine how dazzling the two children would become.
Xi and Yo both evoked the sun-the loveliest of wishes.
"These are your godfathers-"
Satoru Gojo pointed at Suguru Geto and Kento Nanami, introducing them to the two babies, who were still too young to understand.
Suguru Geto sighed and held his head.
Sure enough, he had a bad feeling about this.
Then Satoru Gojo generously deposited one baby into each of their arms, and both elites of Jujutsu Society instantly froze.
They were so... so soft. The slightest pressure felt as though it might break them.
Even Kento Nanami, the adult who always took everything in stride, began to stammer.
"M-maybe you should hold them instead?"
Miwa Chisei tucked a strand of hair back beside her ear and spoke without a care.
"What's the problem? You're their godfathers."
Suguru Geto and Kento Nanami fell silent. An inscrutable gleam flickered in Miwa Chisei's eyes.
"We'll be counting on you to look after little Yo and little Xi, too. After all, they were born with everyone's blessings."
Watching the two men fumble helplessly, Satoru Gojo urged them on with his usual nonchalance.
"Come on, hold them. We still have to go see Shoko and Miss Mei."
Yes, the godmothers weren't getting off the hook, either.
Mei Mei sat comfortably in Shoko Ieiri's office, not at all surprised by their visit. After all, her crows relayed what they saw to