In the end, Miwa Chisei paid out of her own pocket to book another room, emphatically insisting that it couldn't be on the same floor!
What could possibly make Miwa Chisei pay out of her own pocket? The insufferable Satoru Gojo.
The next day, the two high school boys spent the whole day running wild around Wakkanai City, while Miwa Chisei rested quietly at the hotel, waiting for her flight.
The three returned to Jujutsu High to face Masamichi Yaga's wrath. Hauled into his office, they once again ended their school trip by writing apologies.
Their pleasant summer vacation wasn't over yet. All classes at Jujutsu High were suspended, but missions would still be assigned as usual.
Miwa Chisei was still a little puzzled about the Kamo Clan's intelligence request, so one afternoon, the silver-haired girl met with her older employee in casual clothes.
"A hundred million, and you're still turning it down, boss?"
Toji Fushiguro marveled at the sum, studying the unmoved girl before him with curiosity.
"You're that reluctant just because they're one of the Three Great Families?"
Miwa Chisei bit her straw, her dark sunglasses concealing her emotions well.
"Anything involving the Three Great Families is a hassle. Isn't the Zenin Clan a perfect example?"
Toji Fushiguro looked at the iced Americano before him. In the warm weather, a layer of condensation had formed on the glass, making it cool to the touch.
"The Zenin Clan isn't a hassle. They're twisted."
Hearing that, Miwa Chisei dropped the subject of the Zenin Clan.
"The Kamo Clan started keeping a low profile after Kenjaku created the cursed womb: death paintings a hundred and fifty years ago. That incident really was a stain on their name, after all."
Toji Fushiguro didn't disagree. "Pretty sick stuff. Why would a perfectly good