"Slander! Slander! This is slander! Master's Wife, he's slandering me!!!!"
Before Shoko and Satoru Gojo could react to that damned piece of news, Sherlock leaped three feet into the air and started kicking up a fuss.
What the fuck did he mean, my Reverse Cursed Technique had some weird Binding Vow? I never made any goddamned Binding Vow back then! My Reverse Cursed Technique was a perfectly legitimate Reverse Cursed Technique, okay?
Fuck, the shady one was clearly Master's Wife, that thick-browed, beady-eyed bastard with the weird bangs! Now that damned squinty-eyed bastard with the weird bangs had turned around and accused me instead, actually fucking questioning whether my Reverse Cursed Technique was legitimate?
He, Sherlock, was an exemplary young man who was sworn enemies with gambling and drugs, an outstanding Jujutsu High student irreconcilably opposed to eight a.m. classes, a model Jujutsu Sorcerer irreconcilably opposed to overtime, and a happy young man who was sworn enemies with mental self-torment.
How was his Reverse Cursed Technique not legitimate?
Yes, his Reverse Cursed Technique always reserved eight percent of its positive energy for his Armstrong-style Armstrong Cyclone Cannon, but that was his choice!
As an upright, upstanding man, he, Sherlock, simply didn't want his little brother to get hurt. What was wrong with that?
What was wrong with a father doing everything he could to protect his children and give them the care they deserved?
Why had he been branded indecent? Sherlock couldn't figure it out. Sherlock didn't understand...
Despite Sherlock's righteous explanation, despite his well-reasoned arguments, he still couldn't stop the looks Shoko and Satoru Gojo gave him from growing increasingly strange.
They had to admit, thinking back on it now, this damned humanoid creature seemed to have been constantly rewriting their understanding of common sense in Jujutsu Society ever