An hour later, Sherlock and Satoru Gojo knelt obediently before Masamichi Yaga, listening to his endless scolding.
Satoru Gojo had two enormous lumps on his head, one on either side, while Sherlock had one large lump right in the center of his.
The reason things had turned out this way was simple. Just as Shoko had said, Sherlock was single-mindedly determined to use the Old Orange-Peels' money to cause trouble for the Old Orange-Peels, and the so-called vacation was an idea born under those circumstances.
Of course, merely stealing Satoru Gojo away hardly counted as causing trouble for the Old Orange-Peels. If he was going to stir things up, he had to go big. This time, Sherlock had planned to paralyze all of Tokyo Jujutsu High and teach the Old Orange-Peels a lesson.
Pulling off something this outrageous with Satoru Gojo after he turned twenty-eight would have been practically impossible. Unfortunately, the current Satoru Gojo was only twenty-one, and he had not even considered rejecting Sherlock's idea.
And so, when Sherlock told Satoru Gojo his plan, these two kindred disasters found their match and hit it off immediately.
The first thing they did was settle on a location. After having Sherlock call to make a reservation, they slipped toward Shoko's dorm under cover of night.
The original plan was to wait until Shoko fell asleep, then have Sherlock activate his Cursed Technique and take her straight to Hokkaido. Once they had gotten her settled, they would figure out how to deal with Principal Yaga.
But plans rarely kept up with changes. As Satoru Gojo's classmate, Shoko knew all too well what he was capable of, and on top of that, she usually went to bed very late.
With all those factors combined, Shoko caught Sherlock and Satoru Gojo, master and disciple, red-handed.
Fortunately, Shoko, whose nerves had been stretched tight for quite some time, had no objections to Sherlock's vacation plan either, so she decisively chose to join the pair's scheme.
However, before the plan began, Shoko made one thing clear: fun and games were fine, but she absolutely would not take the blame!
Satoru Gojo seemed to have expected that statement from Shoko, but Sherlock's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
How could he put it? To Sherlock, Shoko had always seemed like a doctor with a slightly devious streak. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that she would volunteer to take part in their exceptionally dubious plan.
But watching Shoko and Satoru Gojo work together without the slightest awkwardness, Sherlock saw the light.
So much for the fucking well-behaved healer!
Seriously, if Shoko could get along like a fish in water with that asshole cat and Suguru Geto, those two scumbags, how could she be a good person?
And so, the operation became a matter of Shoko handling the drugs, Satoru Gojo carrying the victim, and Sherlock providing transportation. Poor Principal Masamichi Yaga was drugged unconscious by his own student while completely unprepared, then brought to Hokkaido in a daze by his current subordinates, who were also his former students, and his student's student.
As the saying went, people never felt tired while doing bad things, but once they finished, that was another matter.
When Sherlock egged Satoru Gojo on to abduct Masamichi Yaga and take him to the hotel for a "forced vacation," master and disciple had been incredibly excited.
But once they tossed Masamichi Yaga onto the hotel bed, the two were at a loss, with absolutely no idea what to do next.
After a soak in the hot spring, they felt even more lost.
Not to mention that they were still riding their excitement. That sense of aimlessness mixed with excitement left them completely unable to sleep.
As bad luck would have it, Sherlock accidentally touched Satoru Gojo's fully automatic Limitless and posed a soul-searching question.
"Can you actively control the distance maintained by Limitless?"
After receiving an affirmative answer from Satoru Gojo, Sherlock's clever little brain had a flash of inspiration. Once he promised to run errands to buy Satoru Gojo Kikufuku, the Satoru Gojo maglev train was born.
After all, given the time of year, the snow at the ski resort had already started to thaw, and the resort had long since closed for safety reasons.
But what does your ski resort being closed have to do with me, Maglev Satoru Gojo?
And so, after Masamichi Yaga woke up, he saw the sight of Sherlock "driving" Satoru Gojo through the window.
To be fair, even Satoru Gojo probably had never imagined that Limitless could be used like this. While marveling at how useful a fresh brain was, he was having a wonderful time himself.
As for why Satoru Gojo ended up with two lumps on his head after Masamichi Yaga dealt with them, while Sherlock only had one?
The reason was simple. Satoru Gojo was already a teacher, while Sherlock was merely a student. As a teacher, he was still fooling around with his student, and had even dragged the principal into it. Hitting Satoru Gojo twice was already going easy on him.
Lamenting how unreliable his students and even his student's student were, he still had to grit his teeth and clean up after this bastard master-and-disciple pair once he finished scolding them.
God only knew how furious the Old Orange-Peels at Jujutsu Headquarters were after receiving Masamichi Yaga's call.
They wanted to hold someone accountable?
They called Satoru Gojo, but he simply refused to answer!
Hold Sherlock accountable?
Leaving aside whether Satoru Gojo would agree, the fact that they had misjudged Sherlock's Cursed Technique was enough to leave them heartsick.
If they had not tampered with Sherlock's grading mission, someone with such a convenient and powerful Cursed Technique should have been a person they did everything possible to win over. Not to mention that winning Sherlock over would also have let them spite that bastard Satoru Gojo.
At this point, the Old Orange-Peels were bitterly regretting it.
That was a Cursed Technique capable of traveling from Tokyo to Hokkaido in an instant! Its combat capabilities might not be particularly strong, but its strategic deployment capabilities were absolutely top-tier!
Unfortunately, there was no cure for regret in this world. No matter how angry they were, the Old Orange-Peels could only swallow their objections and accept that Sherlock had already sided with Satoru Gojo and become a staunch member of the Gojo Faction.
They even had to swallow their objections and accept Tokyo Jujutsu High's completely unreported "forced vacation."
Take action? Retaliate?
What a joke. As long as Suguru Geto was alive, they absolutely could not afford to offend Satoru Gojo too badly-at least not openly!
As for Masamichi Yaga? Although he had taken the blame for Satoru Gojo and Sherlock, there was no denying that he secretly felt a little pleased as well. His so-called reprimand had only been superficial.
Once he hung up the phone, Masamichi Yaga also began enjoying a vacation, a rare thing for a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
After all, who did not enjoy a break?