Unlike Sherlock, who seemed to have secured a legal agreement for permanent retirement, Teacher Gojo was enduring nothing short of torture as he cleaned up Sherlock's mess.
Considering the size of Kyoto Jujutsu High, never mind the woods used for the competition, which had now become a jujutsu version of "Chernobyl" and sent several Assistant Managers to the hospital.
Even cleaning the places swept by that towering black-and-gold wave was no simple task.
Don't underestimate that yellow-and-white stuff in the sewers. Strictly speaking, it could even be classified as biological contamination, never mind that your Uncle Sherlock had summoned more than just ordinary yellow-and-white stuff.
God only knew what the fuck was in that black wastewater from the industrial district's sewers, especially since this was Japan, a land crawling with masters of apologizing.
With those two factors combined, never mind whether ordinary cleaning companies were qualified to handle this godforsaken cleanup. Even companies with all the necessary certifications and the ability to handle this godforsaken situation would refuse upon seeing the godforsaken area involved.
The reason was simple: to the few cleaning companies qualified and equipped to handle the site, an area this large was no different from sending people into Raccoon City after the viral outbreak.
That wasn't fucking going there to make money. That was fucking going there to die!
Left with no choice, your Teacher Gojo could only have that weather-controlling sorcerer from the Kamo Clan make it rain like mad over Kyoto Jujutsu High while he flew all over Japan.
What? You wanted to know what exactly Satoru Gojo was doing?
Simple. Catching cursed spirits!
Specifically, cursed spirits that could use water-preferably fresh water!
Honestly, Satoru Gojo had never imagined he would one day have to follow Suguru Geto's example and catch Pokémon.
Most importantly, he