With the Gojo Clan connection, dealing with the old bastard named Shuichi Yoshimura would undoubtedly be much easier. All they needed was for Satoru Gojo to show up and sit before Shuichi Yoshimura with a cold expression, and Yoshimura would probably spill everything else.
This was Sherlock's first real glimpse of Satoru Gojo's aloofness as the "divine child of the Six Eyes." Honestly, the pressure was intense, and it helped Sherlock understand a little why Satoru Gojo always acted so flippant.
After all, when "His Divine Eminence" got serious, his presence was extraordinarily oppressive, like that of a god.
But the pressure of Satoru Gojo's "true divine visage" was forcibly diminished quite a bit by the old bastard Shuichi Yoshimura's tearful, snot-filled complaints.
Well, the first thing they could confirm was that Shuichi Yoshimura was absolutely a dirty old pervert, and an elite among dirty old perverts at that.
When he was younger, his constant harassment of female coworkers and his affairs had ultimately driven away his wife and children. After retirement, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to this pursuit. He was a veteran whoremonger through and through.
Second, you would never guess what this dirty old pervert had made a deal with "Loan Shark" for.
This dirty old pervert had actually made a deal with a Curse User for his holy sword, purely to temper and strengthen it, turning it from a dagger into a two-handed greatsword, then hammering it into something harder with vastly improved durability.
The instant that reason came out, Sherlock's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Seriously, why was Loan Shark working as a Curse User if he could do that? Why not open a fucking men's clinic? As long as he dared to open one, even if those gigantic holy swords were only rented by the month, people would probably charge in waving cash.
Sherlock couldn't understand it. Sherlock was profoundly shocked. Sherlock felt that Jujutsu Society was fucking doomed!
Never mind Sherlock-even Satoru Gojo could barely keep it together. As Shuichi Yoshimura confessed, he discreetly glanced at Sherlock.
Seriously, Satoru Gojo had only one thought right now.
When someone was a dumbass, not even fucking medicine could cure it!
I'm the strongest in Jujutsu Society, the holder of the Six Eyes and Limitless, a Special Grade Sorcerer, and head of the Gojo Clan. How come my missions have started getting more and more fucking ridiculous ever since I met this idiot Sherlock?
Weren't Curse Users supposed to murder, burn, and commit every evil imaginable? What the fuck was this?
For a while, Satoru Gojo began to suspect that Sherlock had a second Cursed Technique, one that unconsciously affected his surroundings and eventually made the events around him gradually push past the limits of human comprehension.
Was this fucking right?
Fortunately, ridiculous as Shuichi Yoshimura was, his experience working for a conglomerate had led him to instinctively keep some potentially lifesaving evidence when dealing with "Loan Shark."
A record of "Loan Shark's" financial transactions.
With that transaction record in hand, Satoru Gojo couldn't be bothered with this paragon of dirty old perverts anymore. Scowling, he dragged away Sherlock, who had wanted to compare notes with the man.
He also bypassed the Windows entirely, using the Gojo Clan's resources to pin down precise information on "Loan Shark."
"Loan Shark's" real name was Eiichi Kurokawa. He was thirty-seven, ran a pachinko parlor, and currently lived in a luxury tower in Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo City. He had numerous assets under his name.
Among those assets, the most eye-catching was a warehouse in Nerima Ward.
Among all the detached houses and tower apartments that could be called mansions, this warehouse looked thoroughly unremarkable. The problem was that, generally speaking, the less conspicuous something was, the more likely it was to be where the trouble lay.
With almost no hesitation, Satoru Gojo abandoned the investigation into Eiichi Kurokawa himself and focused on the warehouse instead.
After all, the mission required them to find out exactly what Eiichi Kurokawa was planning, not kill him. And by this point, Satoru Gojo was having a little trouble tolerating a mission whose progress could only be described as ridiculousness opening the door for its own fucking mother.
Silently resolving to have a good talk with those damned old fossils once this mission was over, Satoru Gojo called Ijichi over with a dark expression and headed straight to that unremarkable warehouse by car.
Nerima Ward was one of the most recently established administrative wards in Tokyo, and it also had the largest area of farmland in Tokyo Metropolis. It could be considered part of the outskirts of the enormous city of Tokyo.
When Ijichi's car stopped outside the warehouse, Satoru Gojo took one look and smiled.
Without another word, he personally set up a curtain, grabbed Sherlock, and went inside, never giving poor Ijichi a chance to say anything.
"Lucky us. Eiichi Kurokawa is right inside the warehouse. No idea what he's fiddling with, though. The whole warehouse is full of cursed energy residue. Xia-chan, the rest is your show."
After that brief explanation, Satoru Gojo, that Dickhead Cat, actually threw Sherlock out like a Poké Ball. Sherlock only reacted in midair, using his ice-breaking awl, and the instant he landed, he began cursing that damned white-haired Dickhead Cat.
"Satoru Gojo! You..."
He had only just opened his mouth when someone suddenly blasted the warehouse doors open from inside, and a relatively thin man emerged from the smoke and dust of the explosion.
He never glanced at Sherlock once, only staring feverishly at Satoru Gojo, who leaned against a wall looking utterly impatient.
"Hahahahaha! Satoru Gojo? What luck. I've only just completed my masterpiece, forged a Cursed Tool that belongs to me alone, and become the strongest, and already I get to see just how powerful these so-called Six Eyes really are.
"Hahahahahaha! Heaven really does favor me! I'm the protagonist of this world! I'm the true king! The chosen one!"
As Eiichi Kurokawa roared with fervor and adolescent delusions, Sherlock found himself somewhat speechless. How should he put it? Whether Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users, Sherlock had long known that these people were all lunatics.
But this was genuinely the first time Sherlock had seen someone this crazy. This guy was nearly fucking forty, and he still hadn't grown out of his delusions of grandeur?
Soon, however, Sherlock learned why this man still hadn't grown out of that phase. After feverishly shouting that speech steeped in adolescent delusions, he actually pulled something from his waist...
"A Spark Lens??"
The instant Sherlock saw what the guy held, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. What made it even harder for Sherlock to keep it together was that this bastard actually raised the Spark Lens high in the transformation pose from the tokusatsu show and shouted the line every man dreamed of saying.
"Tiga!!!"
With a flash of light, a giant of light around three meters tall appeared before Sherlock and Satoru Gojo.
Although his height didn't quite match the original, that did nothing to stop both master and student from dropping their jaws to the ground, their heads full of question marks.
Seriously, dude, was this right? Why the hell did you get to buy a real one?