Sherlock knew absolutely nothing about having become the Modern Strongest King of Curses. The reason was simple: he was still hanging from the crooked tree at the Gojo Clan estate.
Yes, you read that right. After Satoru Gojo had beaten Sherlock for a full twenty-four hours, not a single person had let your Uncle Sherlock down.
The reason? Simple. Sherlock's "Shitman Gold Mountain" had terrified everyone at Tokyo Jujutsu High, from top to bottom. Even Masamichi Yaga, who hadn't experienced it firsthand, had been frightened into the emergency room by the damned news.
Most importantly, there was no question that the people who had personally experienced those "Black-Gold Giant Waves" had suffered far greater psychological trauma than your Uncle Yaga.
God only knew how Shoko had felt, having to endure the revulsion of passing through those "Black-Gold Giant Waves" while providing psychological counseling to Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi.
Never mind anything else-that alone made hanging him up for another twenty-four hours perfectly reasonable. Kirara Hoshi was a girly bro, after all. Sure, he had worn protective clothing, and thanks to Limitless, even that clothing had stayed clean, but the revulsion that came from deep in his soul clung to him like maggots burrowing into bone.
With his male body and female heart, Kirara Hoshi had even felt as though his soul had been contaminated.
Of course, Shoko hadn't fared much better. Your Aunt Shoko had simply earned her license to practice as a psychiatrist and knew how to regulate her own mental state. Even so, your Uncle Sherlock's stunt had left Tokyo Jujutsu High with a psychological scar that was incredibly difficult to overcome.
Fortunately, Sherlock wasn't left hanging for too much longer. Before sunset, Gojo Ki arrived at the shrine with documents issued by the Higher-Ups and let