Faced with the plainly puzzled expressions on the two sisters' faces, Satoru Gojo's brain raced.
As feudal families in Japan's Jujutsu Society, the Three Great Families all harbored a touch of Japan's particular brand of misogyny, but without a doubt, the Zenin Clan was the most misogynistic of the three.
And since the sisters had been born into the Zenin Clan, a feudal family among feudal families, Old Orange-Peels among Old Orange-Peels, it was perfectly reasonable to describe them as sheltered young ladies.
Although the girl named Maki seemed assertive, from what Satoru Gojo knew about the Zenin Clan, its men clearly would never take the initiative to strike up a conversation with a girl like her.
After all, to the Zenin Clan, Maki's forceful personality was a truly unacceptable form of rebellion.
But Satoru Gojo saw things differently.
They knew nothing? Didn't that mean the two sisters standing before him had absolutely no idea that he had taught a King of Curses, or about all the dreadful things that King of Curses had done?
Or rather, even if they knew about those things, perhaps they couldn't connect the dots yet?
What did that make them?
The fucking chosen students!
Your very own Teacher Gojo had finally seen, with his own eyes, promising students who knew about Jujutsu Society, but not too much, whom he could teach however he pleased!
This was the perfect opportunity to prove his teaching ability! He absolutely wasn't a teacher who could only produce Unprincipled Sorcerers and Kings of Curses!
The more Satoru Gojo thought about it, the more excited he became. Seeing that the King of Curses behind him, that disgrace to his Teaching Qualification, was about to speak again, your very own Teacher Gojo swiftly grabbed Sherlock's little mouth with his five long