As Sherlock rattled off a string of teachers' names as though reciting a menu, Suguru Geto's expression gradually went blank.
Wait, was this right?
Although he knew Sherlock's life was not in danger, in a scene that looked like a dying man's final rally, it was one thing not to follow the script and say something deeply moving, but what was with rattling off a whole list of teachers?
And what the hell did he mean, he and Satoru Gojo would "easily" become the industry's second Child Emperor? Wait, was this right?
Not only was Suguru Geto, who was holding Sherlock, utterly bewildered, but so were Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi, who had just arrived, and even Satoru Gojo, who had heard the entire conversation through the phones the two were holding.
Well, now they knew why Sherlock had been so furious. Sure enough, Sherlock had been absolutely right. Matsumoto really was a damned cursed spirit born evil... like hell he was!!!!
He did not know about Suguru Geto, but Satoru Gojo, for one, was absolutely not going to debut. Absolutely not!
The kitty was having a meltdown...
The kitty was cursing up a storm...
Listening to the colorful language pouring out of the phone, Suguru Geto, who had still been holding Sherlock, simply let go without expression.
The corners of Kinji Hakari's and Kirara Hoshi's mouths twitched as they watched Sherlock fall stiffly out of Suguru Geto's arms onto the ground, even bouncing a few times before he stopped moving.
As for Suguru Geto?
As though he had touched something filthy, Uncle Geto took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol under Kinji Hakari's and Kirara Hoshi's strange gazes, sprayed himself from head to toe, then wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe for good measure before giving them a