All anyone could say was that your Uncle Sherlock's reputation in certain respects was simply far too firmly established, especially after he became the so-called "King of Curses."
Fortunately, though, the misunderstanding was finally cleared up, and Shoko, who had obtained her license to practice as a psychologist, clearly knew more than Sherlock did.
Sherlock could only tell that something was wrong with Suguru Geto, but Shoko could identify the specific reason.
After spending quite a while reading the information on the Time Vessel Association that Sherlock had handed her, Shoko ultimately said nothing. She merely waved him away with some impatience, then sat alone in the infirmary, studying the information on the Time Vessel Association until late into the night.
Only after the night had grown quiet did Shoko put down the documents, recline her chair, and light a cigarette, gazing somewhat helplessly at the infirmary's familiar ceiling.
"Honestly, not a single one of them lets me rest easy!"
Beside her, the ashtray was already piled high with cigarette butts, and even the nearby table was covered with liquor bottles.
No one knew what Shoko had figured out in the infirmary, nor did anyone know how she intended to save this classmate of hers.
But one thing was certain: the old Shoko had grown accustomed to waiting, wrapping her fragile heart in a cold exterior. Unable to do anything, she could only wait quietly in the infirmary for her companions to return injured, or as corpses.
But after a certain humanoid creature named Sherlock arrived at Jujutsu High, his seemingly absurd way of doing things had not only forcibly dragged a certain being down from his divine pedestal into the human world, giving him human feelings and desires, but had also broken through Shoko's protective shell in an utterly