All anyone could say was that the fact that a scumbag like Satoru Gojo could hang around a humanoid creature like Sherlock, and get along so harmoniously with him, proved that Gojo possessed the same humanoid qualities as Sherlock himself.
The manners Suguru Geto had spent several years instilling in Satoru Gojo had taken Sherlock less than half a year to make him forget completely.
The result was that Geto called Gojo more than twenty times, only for Gojo to reject every single call.
Know what pissed Geto off even more? Shoko rejected his calls too!
Geto was practically losing his mind. Fuck, he had only been away from Jujutsu High for less than three years. What exactly had happened there during that time? Why the fuck did it feel like Jujutsu High was turning into a colony of humanoid creatures?
No, was this right?
Know what drove Geto to despair the most?
The fucking humanoid creature named Sherlock in front of him saw that he still hadn't swung a club after all this time, and actually knew to change poses himself! Did this bastard have absolutely no shame?
Geto didn't understand. Geto was profoundly shocked. Geto was completely out of ideas...
God only knew what terrible sins he had committed in his previous life to first encounter that Dickhead Cat, Satoru Gojo, in this one, and then the humanoid disciple that Dickhead Cat had trained!
Watching Sherlock constantly change poses just so he could have a better time beating him, Geto fell silent with boundless disgust. After scanning the room, he finally pulled the rod out of a hanging scroll in the Japanese-style room, imbued it with cursed energy, and took a full swing, sending the disgusting thing before him flying.
Then, as though he had touched something filthy,