Seeing Sherlock look as though his brain could not keep up, Shoko smiled even more happily.
Honestly, although the wretched bastard Sherlock was rather far removed from humanity and close to godhood, ever since he had gone to China, the whole of Jujutsu Society seemed less entertaining than when he had been around.
Now that Sherlock was back, that wonderfully entertaining feeling seemed to be vaguely returning as well, making Shoko especially happy.
"All right, find a time to give Gojo a present, and we can consider this settled. You should think about what you're going to do next. I can't say what Gojo will do, but I'm pretty sure the Higher-Ups won't let you become a teacher at Jujutsu High."
Sherlock did not argue with Shoko. In fact, he had more or less guessed as much back when he was still attending Jujutsu High.
That bunch of cowardly Old Orange-Peels had only met him once from beginning to end. After that, they had kept hiding inside their barrier and never shown their faces again.
He had only learned the truth about this trip back to Japan because he had good relations with China, and their side had told him. Japan's Higher-Ups had not wanted him to return at all. They had even planned to discuss having Sherlock stationed permanently in China.
Clearly, those Old Orange-Peels were up to no good!
The main reason Sherlock had stirred up something big the moment he returned was to tell those Old Orange-Peels, I'm fucking back! You'd better stay tucked away inside that damned barrier and keep your heads down, or you'll be in for it!
Clearly, Sherlock's intimidation had worked. Faced with a spectacle like Sherlock challenging Satoru Gojo, those Old Orange-Peels among the Higher-Ups had actually made no move whatsoever. That