While Suguru Geto headed for Okinawa with his two adopted daughters, Sherlock wore a beach-style shirt and sunglasses as he lay on a beach lounger.
Damn, what long legs...
Protected by the sunglasses, Sherlock checked out the various young ladies on the beach like a sleazy uncle, secretly regretting that he should have come to this paradise sooner.
The good news was that because this place featured plenty of Japanese specialties, the adult entertainment industry here was exceptionally well-developed.
The bad news was that Sherlock was underage, so he could only feast his eyes.
Every time he thought of this, Sherlock felt his teeth itch with irritation; during those half-month hellish special training sessions, that dickhead cat Satoru Gojo had practically stuck Sherlock's fully legal adult ID right onto his forehead.
Of course, Sherlock hadn't taken that dickhead cat's actions lying down either; during this month-long publicly funded trip, Sherlock sent Satoru Gojo photos to check in almost everywhere he went, especially when encountering any novel desserts, which he would photograph for the dickhead cat from all 360 degrees.
Then he would listen to the 60-second voice message sent back by the dickhead cat before smugly extinguishing his phone screen.
What? You ask why Sherlock didn't listen?
Oh, come off it, with the sheltered-lady persona of that dickhead cat, even when cursing someone it amounted to only a few polite phrases with zero killing intent, right? In fact, even a 29-year-old dickhead cat possessed less oppressive presence when angry than Nanami.
Aside from meowing, angry little cats only knew how to hiss.
After admiring the scenery for a good while, Sherlock felt the call of his stomach like Uncle Goro, stood up, and stretched before leisurely preparing to find a local izakaya to grab a meal.
Truth be told, aside from the age restriction preventing Sherlock from openly drinking alcohol, izakayas basically counted as Sherlock's happy home during this period.
Happily eating his way through an izakaya menu, Sherlock prepared to return to the hotel for a nap while picking his teeth.
Sleeping straight until the sun slanted westward, Sherlock prepared to head out again for a bite to eat, along the way looking for a bathhouse to soak in.
Yet to Sherlock's utter shock, the moment he opened his room door, he crashed headlong into someone.
Full of lingering anger, Sherlock broke free from that person's embrace and looked up at the other's face, freezing in place instantly.
Half-tied hair bun, a strand of eccentric bangs hanging down from his temple, a pair of small squinty eyes matching the smiling expression on his face-he was the spitting image of a fox with strange bangs materialized in the flesh.
Those bangs are so weird!
This was Sherlock's first thought upon seeing Suguru Geto.
My time has come!
This was Sherlock's second thought upon seeing Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto froze as well; he had just arrived in Okinawa, finished checking in, and was preparing to take his luggage and lead his two adopted daughters to their room when, shortly after stepping out of the elevator, he collided head-on with his target for this trip to Okinawa?
"Yo! Sherlock, right? Satoru Gojo's first student."
Although the purpose of coming to Okinawa was to beat up that dickhead cat's student, the good-natured Suguru Geto still decided to be polite before resorting to force; after all, he, Suguru Geto, always held patience and goodwill toward Jujutsu Sorcerers.
His identity called out by Suguru Geto, Sherlock's CPU was practically burning out. That feeling of his time having come grew increasingly intense, and with his mind in complete chaos, he even forgot to use his Cursed Technique, bowing directly to Suguru Geto on pure reflex.
"Hello, Mistress!"
Suguru Geto:"?"
Nanako & Mimiko:"!!!"
The moment those three words left his mouth, by the time Sherlock reacted, his back was soaked in cold sweat.
Suguru Geto's smile froze entirely on his face, his blood pressure spiked instantly, and veins constantly throbbed at his temples.
He was taking back what he said about having patience for all Jujutsu Sorcerers; dammit, one simply couldn't give a damn good attitude to a dickhead cat's dickhead student!
Striving to control the smile on his face to keep it from twisting, Suguru Geto suppressed his urge to beat Sherlock up right here and right now, desperately squeezing out the gentlest tone he could muster to speak to his two adopted daughters beside him.
"Be good, Nanako take little sister to the room to put the things away first, I'm going outside with this older brother to talk for a bit and I'll be right back!"
Hearing Suguru Geto's words, Sherlock's first reaction was to turn and run, but helplessly, Suguru Geto grabbed him by the back of the neck and hoisted him up by his fate-bound scruff.
The two little girls cast a pitying glance at Sherlock, pushed their suitcases forward, and left after taking the room card handed over by Suguru Geto.
Yet the pity-filled gazes the two little girls cast at Sherlock just before leaving nearly shattered his mental defenses.
Once the two little girls entered the room, Suguru Geto smiled with a forced grin as he threw an arm around Sherlock's neck, pointing his thumb toward the elevators.
"Sherlock, is it? Let's go, let's head outside the hotel to chat."
"No, let's not. You're a Curse User and I'm a Jujutsu Sorcerer, how bad would it look if someone saw us?"
Sherlock attempted a final struggle.
"Don't worry, I'll use a Cursed Spirit that conceals its form to cover for you."
Smiling, Suguru Geto dragged Sherlock out toward the hotel exterior. No matter how desperately Sherlock exerted himself, he couldn't break free from that strength by even a fraction, and was thus humiliatingly hauled by Suguru Geto into a small alleyway outside the hotel.
To prevent anyone from discovering them, Suguru Geto even thoughtfully dropped a Veil inside the alleyway!
Falling into Sherlock's eyes, this scene made that sense of despair even more intense. Struggling to pull off a smile uglier than crying, Sherlock tried to awaken Suguru Geto's last bit of conscience.
"Mistress, you can't treat me like this, Teacher will be sad!"
"Mistress, am I? Tracking my movements all across the territory, am I? Leaking my dark history, am I? Photoshopping me together with a female teacher to ruin my reputation, am I?"
Suguru Geto directly ignored Sherlock's pleas, still maintaining that forced, smiling expression on his face as he summoned the Inventory Curse Worm directly. Playful Cloud, a Special Grade Cursed Tool, slowly emerged from the Inventory Curse Worm's mouth.
Upon seeing the three-section-staff style Playful Cloud, Sherlock despaired. What was called certain death? The current situation was basically certain death!
"Can I ask one more question before I die?"
Operating on the logic that he was going to die anyway and might as well die with clarity, Sherlock prepared to make a final massive blunder to satisfy his curiosity.
"Go ahead!"
Suguru Geto gripped Playful Cloud with both hands and slowly assumed a stance, his face brimming with the joy of about to severely beat up the second-generation dickhead cat to vent his frustration.
"Shoko told me Cursed Spirit Manipulation is omnipotent, so, Mistress, do you really have a Cursed Spirit that can make men give birth?"
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Suguru Geto:"Ha????"
Very well, today he, Suguru Geto, was definitely going to beat up this second-generation dickhead cat!!!!