Once White Noroi figured it out, he gave Geto a grateful look-what a great guy. So much better than that bastard Gojo!
"Thank you."
He couldn't help saying it.
"Then, should I go find that person now?"
He turned toward the document in Gojo's hand. He wanted it back. It was his only lead for getting home.
Geto noticed where White Noroi was looking and raised an eyebrow. "Do you know where to find him?"
White Noroi: "..."
Fine, he didn't.
When he'd visited the cursed tool maker before, Gojo had taken him there with Teleportation. He didn't know the way.
He couldn't help looking at Gojo in front of him-turning to the all-purpose hotshot teacher Satoru Gojo whenever he ran into trouble had already become second nature.
So, did this Gojo know? If he asked, would Gojo tell him?
Gojo rubbed his chin and looked at White Noroi. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"I could help you track down that cursed tool maker... but we're busy right now. We've got a mission, so you'll have to wait until we're done."
"And we're not asking around for you for free. You have to help us with our mission!"
I'll keep this weirdo right under my nose and see what trouble he can stir up!
Help Gojo with a mission?
White Noroi froze.
That's all it takes?
Relief washed over him, but he couldn't help sighing too. "Sure."
Seeing White Noroi agree so readily, Gojo gave him a suspicious look.
"Do you even know what our mission is? Why'd you agree so fast?"
White Noroi looked utterly unconcerned, his tone casual.
"Whatever it is, it's fine. You used to ask me to help with your missions every day anyway."
*It's just helping with a mission,