"Why did this happen?!" Even the good-natured Kasumi Miwa couldn't accept it. "Those women were finally about to have some hope!"
"It might not have been hope anyway. Given how those higher-ups operate, they'd probably have done the bare minimum to fob them off." Mai Zenin sneered. "Disgusting bastards. Even cursed spirits aren't as vicious as they are."
"At least cursed spirits kill because it's in their nature. Those people are just selfish," Momo Nishimiya added.
The three girls from Kyoto launched into a joint tirade, leaving the men beside them unable to get a word in.
Yet, unexpectedly, Suguru Geto didn't take the opportunity to sneer at the monkeys. He watched the screen quietly, the light seemingly already fading from his eyes.
"What, no talk of monkeys?" Only Satoru Gojo would speak to Suguru Geto like that.
"I have some pride, too." Suguru Geto shot him a glance. "Besides, I hope that version of you succeeds."
Perhaps that would prove Suguru Geto wrong-that there was a way for both sides to win in this world, and Suguru Geto simply hadn't found it.
Suguru Geto knew that his outrageous Night Parade of a Hundred Demons plan had little chance of success. Even setting aside his reluctance to hurt young jujutsu sorcerers, he couldn't beat Satoru Gojo even if he obtained the Queen of Curses.
Suguru Geto had simply fallen into despair. He couldn't see any hope of change.
He had once hoped Satoru Gojo's reforms would succeed, too... Unfortunately, the strongest man in combat was utterly unreliable in politics. After ten years of floundering without results, Suguru Geto could only proceed at his own pace.
However slim his chances, he had to stir these stagnant waters.
And if that Satoru Gojo succeeded, Suguru Geto could finally admit he had been