Your very own Teacher Gojo taking Sherlock's collection away was one thing. As a sheltered Six Eyes, he had never imagined that his little menace of a student would be so fixated on the fan festival.
Holding Sherlock's cardboard box, Satoru Gojo used Blue to teleport straight back to the Gojo Clan, partly to return Sayafushi, the Grade 1 Cursed Tool he had taken from the clan's forbidden storehouse.
The other reason was to find Sherlock a suitable Cursed Tool to hold those Ice Breakers he had custom-made.
Sounded perfectly normal, right? But don't forget, your very own Teacher Gojo was not only the head of the Gojo Clan; he also held the title of the divine child of the Six Eyes.
So, after hearing Satoru Gojo's request, the members of the Gojo Clan took Sherlock's cardboard box off his hands, while your very own Teacher Gojo never once noticed the "collection" Sherlock had partitioned off with cardboard.
As a result, when a clan member sorted through the box and neatly packed those Ice Breakers into a little pouch from the forbidden storehouse—a Grade 2 Cursed Tool with spatial properties—he just had to discover the collection hidden at the bottom.
More importantly, the person doing the job was a young man.
Even more importantly, this young man deeply respected Satoru Gojo and shared much the same interests as Sherlock.
Upon seeing the collection neatly arranged at the bottom of the box, this young Gojo Clan member had a flash of inspiration. Convinced that this was a hint from the clan head, he furtively avoided everyone and made all the arrangements for him.
That was right. Sherlock's premonition had been quite accurate: there really had been an invitation among the pile of "collectibles" he had bought.
And thanks to this Big Smart Guy's imagination, Satoru Gojo's details were filled out in full on the invitation, which was then mailed off in the utmost secrecy.
Satoru Gojo knew absolutely nothing about any of it.
But as luck would have it, when this Big Smart Guy handed the neatly packed Cursed Tool pouch to Satoru Gojo, Gojo was in such a good mood that he patted him on the shoulder, tossed out a perfunctory word of encouragement, and teleported away.
Through this string of coincidences, the details of Satoru Gojo, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern age, landed on the production company's desk.
As everyone knew, your very own Teacher Gojo was top-tier in every department except his personality.
Boy, did that get the production company excited.
They even drew up a promotional plan, certain that this time they could not only capture the male market, but might even make a killing in the female market too.
And your very own Teacher Gojo knew absolutely nothing about any of this.
After getting the little Cursed Tool pouch, your very own Teacher Gojo excitedly ran off to Sherlock for praise, only to be met with Sherlock's furious expression.
Sherlock even snatched the Cursed Tool pouch from Satoru Gojo's hand and slammed the door.
Before Teacher Gojo could react as he stood outside, he heard Sherlock's anguished wails coming from the room, accompanied by some bizarre background music.
Instinctively, your very own Teacher Gojo felt that something was wrong, but he could not put his finger on it. In the end, the kitty could only get angry and decide to put Sherlock through the wringer on the training field tomorrow.
The next day, your very own Teacher Gojo and Sherlock stood on the training field in utterly different states.
Your very own Teacher Gojo was smiling and full of life, while Sherlock looked as though he had just been dumped.
Before either of them could get started, your very own Teacher Gojo's phone rang. Seeing the unknown number on the screen, he answered without hesitation.
Impatient throughout the call, he caught only that they were already at the front gate. Instinctively assuming that some old fossil wanted something again, he hung up and called Yaga, telling Masamichi Yaga to deal with it while he prepared to put Sherlock through some serious training.
Your very own Teacher Gojo had just supervised Sherlock through ten warm-up laps and was about to enjoy a good, all-out spar with him when Masamichi Yaga walked in with an exceedingly strange expression, accompanied by two women and a large group of staff.
That was right. Thanks to your very own Teacher Gojo's godlike good looks, what should have been an invitation for a preliminary physical examination had brought Teacher Aka and Sensei Kimishima along in person! Even though this was already Sensei Kimishima's second time seeing your very own Teacher Gojo.
All one could say was that even seasoned teachers could not resist a man with godlike good looks!
The group stood at the entrance to the field, their eyes shining as they looked at Satoru Gojo, practically drooling. Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo stared in utter bewilderment at the people walking in, unable to understand what on earth was happening.
Seeing Satoru Gojo's bewildered face, Masamichi Yaga could only reassure the group standing at the entrance before running over to him with a strange expression. Without a word, he delivered a righteous iron fist to Satoru Gojo, forced out a smile uglier than a crying face, and seized his collar in a death grip, his voice sounding as though it came from hell itself.
"Satoru, you're not a kid anymore. I understand if you have those needs, but you can't put Jujutsu High down as your address! Don't forget, Jujutsu Sorcerers are kept secret from ordinary people!"
Meow? Meow? Meow?
The instant Masamichi Yaga finished speaking, the sheltered Six Eyes Gojo Kitty's brain felt as though it had been hit by Unlimited Void. He understood every word, so why couldn't this little kitty understand them when they were put together?
Looking at Satoru Gojo's blank face, Masamichi Yaga grew a little bewildered himself. Wait, what was going on?
The former teacher and student were both baffled by the current situation, not even knowing what had happened.
While the two stood there in confusion, Sherlock's voice rang out from behind Satoru Gojo through gritted teeth.
"Satoru Gojo! You Dickhead Cat, you actually stole my big break! Die!!!!!"
They turned to see that Sherlock had already put on his custom-made stainless-steel pea-pod knuckle dusters. With grief and fury all over his face, he raised his fists and charged at Satoru Gojo.
???
Wait, how was Sherlock involved in this too?
Completely baffled by the situation before him, Masamichi Yaga could only release Satoru Gojo's collar for the moment and let the equally bewildered Gojo deal with Sherlock first.
Fueled by grief and fury, Sherlock faced off against a Satoru Gojo who still had not quite processed things, and the two actually seemed evenly matched?
The spectacular fight made the two teachers' gazes burn even hotter as they watched Satoru Gojo.
No one noticed Shoko in the school building a short distance away. With a cigarette between her lips and a grin on her face, she snapped a photo of the field with her phone, then promptly sent it to Utahime.
Your very own Utahime's reply was even more explosive.
"Satoru Gojo's making his debut?"
Faced with Utahime's reply, Shoko looked at the chaotic field below, then at her phone, then back at the field. After repeating this several times, she finally flashed a wicked grin and gave Utahime an equivocal answer.
"Yeah, probably."