The incident soon blew over. Word had it that the young star plasma vessel had ultimately returned to her peaceful school life and kept her distance from Jujutsu Society.
A few days later, Miwa Chisei received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Hey, boss. I've gotten settled."
A notorious grown man calling an underage girl his boss made for a decidedly bizarre picture.
Miwa Chisei hadn't expected Toji Fushiguro to actually call her. She'd already prepared herself for him to run off.
"Hello."
Too stunned to know what to say, Miwa Chisei could only offer that greeting.
Toji Fushiguro merely chuckled twice, weariness coloring his voice.
"Call me if you've got any work. I may have lost an arm, but I'm still good for something."
It seemed Toji Fushiguro had exhausted himself over the past few days evading pursuit by Jujutsu Society.
Miwa Chisei was a remarkably irresponsible "boss," recruiting an employee and then leaving him to fend for himself.
After hesitating for a moment, Miwa Chisei asked anyway.
"What are your plans now?"
"Didn't you say we'd make money together? I'll follow your lead, boss."
"What about Megumi?"
Toji Fushiguro fell silent for a while, then spoke in a somewhat indifferent tone.
"You're right. I'm not a good father. I'll stay in the shadows from now on. I've already entrusted him to the Gojo Clan's young master, so I'll just have to trouble him with it."
Miwa Chisei felt a headache coming on. So the connection she'd seen through Megumi Fushiguro was because Toji Fushiguro had personally entrusted his child to Satoru Gojo.
What terrible judgment. That guy isn't a good guardian either.
"You could actually live a decent life with them."
Miwa Chisei tried to persuade him, mainly because Satoru Gojo was unreliable.
"Boss, some things can't go