Sherlock only managed to break free of the ropes and run away after his cursed energy finally recovered.
What Sherlock had not expected, however, was that after Suguru Geto beat him until he ran out of cursed energy that day and brought him home to demand an explanation, his ordinary-looking detached house would become the Jujutsu High trio's secret base.
In the trio's eyes, that ordinary detached house seemed to have some special barrier around it. The moment they stepped through his front door, their identities, allegiances, even their pasts and relative strength were forcibly left outside.
Once through the door, the three of them were simply Satoru Gojo, Shoko Ieiri, and Suguru Geto, without any external factors-just three ordinary, normal people whose only remaining ties were those of classmates and friends.
And Sherlock?
Sherlock was undoubtedly both heartened and miserable.
He was heartened because he understood his teacher, Satoru Gojo, and he understood his teacher's classmates too.
For all that Dickhead Cat always acted like an obnoxious idiot, the man had actually been crying all along, just as Shoko had once said.
To Satoru Gojo, Sherlock's home was more like a secluded paradise where he could be himself again. Here, he was neither the divine child of the Six Eyes nor the strongest of the modern age. He was simply the person called Satoru Gojo.
He could laugh freely, act spoiled, and even bully Sherlock or Suguru Geto without any reservations.
The same went for Shoko, even though she always wore an indifferent expression, as though nothing concerned her.
In truth, however, Sherlock could tell that this nicotine addict who also loved drinking was actually the most fragile of the three.
She simply knew that she could not change anything, nor could she allow herself to collapse. She forced