The dessert shop's door chime rang crisply, and a server immediately came over to greet them.
"Hello! Would you like..."
But the two high school students who entered radiated a terrifying aura, as though they might start biting each other at any moment.
Miwa Chisei reined hers in a little and nodded to the young server.
"Table for two."
The server promptly led them to their seats. After they ordered, Miwa Chisei propped her cheek on her hand and sighed.
"Wasn't the mission for me to identify him first, then for you to take care of him?"
Satoru Gojo stretched out his legs and crossed them, slouching shamelessly in his chair. His legs were so long they reached over to Miwa Chisei's side.
"Didn't you hear? There was another murder this morning. This time, the victim wasn't an ordinary person, but a jujutsu sorcerer."
"The mission's been upgraded to grade one. The higher-ups told me to intervene directly. Otherwise, who'd want to work on a mission with you?"
His expression practically said, You get to enjoy the great Gojo's protection, and you're not thanking your lucky stars?
Miwa Chisei thought that earning a paycheck these days was no easy task. Not only did she have to face the dangers of the job, she also had to suffer at her colleagues' hands.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head, his tone unfriendly.
"Bad-mouthing me in your head?"
Miwa Chisei shook her head with a perfectly serious expression, looking puzzled.
"With your abilities, catching him should be easy, right?"
"So..." Satoru Gojo spread his hands, his tone contemptuous. "Have you confirmed that he's a registered curse user?"
For once, Miwa Chisei had no comeback.
"Not yet."
Then Satoru Gojo traced an exaggerated circle in the air with both hands before pointing at Miwa Chisei.