If Suguru Geto could do it all over again, he swore he would never provoke that second-generation Dickhead Cat who stuck to him like a plaster!
Seriously, the forum's assessment of that Dickhead Cat as an Unprincipled Sorcerer was not false in the slightest. If anything, it was downright restrained! Suguru Geto had learned that profoundly through personal experience.
Ever since Suguru Geto made that call to Satoru Gojo, Sherlock, that second-generation Dickhead Cat, had never appeared before him again. But having been stood up, Geto still had a fire simmering inside him.
Seriously, if there were any possibility of Suguru Geto returning to Jujutsu High, he probably would have already taken his army of cursed spirits there to beat the hell out of those two Dickhead Cats!
Unfortunately, Suguru Geto could not.
He was still Satoru Gojo's best friend, after all. In the end, Suguru Geto did not want to cause trouble for Satoru, so he could only work through that pent-up fury on his own.
After returning to the Time Vessel Association with a dark expression and spending a day there, his life seemed to have returned to normal, but the fire inside him only burned hotter. Unable to keep it together much longer, Suguru Geto decided to give himself a vacation and left the Time Vessel Association with his two adopted daughters once again.
This time, however, was different. Previously, Suguru Geto had gone to beat up Sherlock, that second-generation Dickhead Cat, and see the renowned Unprincipled Sorcerer for himself.
He had never imagined that one wrong step would lead to lasting regret. Suguru Geto had even begun to wonder whether his so-called "righteous cause" was actually right. After all, if every sorcerer was as fucking awful as Sherlock, he honestly felt that monkeys were a little more lovable!
At the very least, monkeys could not cause harm worse than cursed spirits could, but Sherlock, that Unprincipled Sorcerer, could.
He could even do better.
Monkeys merely made you gnash your teeth in hatred; you could just kill them and be done with it. But Sherlock was someone you could neither kill nor escape, like a toad landing on your foot. It did not bite, but it was revolting!
For the sake of his physical and mental health, Suguru Geto decided to take his adopted daughters on a soul-cleansing trip.
Otherwise known as soaking in hot springs.
Unlike Sherlock, who had chosen Hakone, Suguru Geto took his two adopted daughters to Tenkawa Village in Nara Prefecture this time, where there was an entire hot spring street called Dorogawa.
It not only retained the nostalgic atmosphere of the Showa Era, but its inns were also connected by exterior corridors. Lanterns lit up at night, making it ideal for strolling in yukata. Besides enjoying the skin-smoothing effects of its mildly alkaline simple hot springs, visitors could also explore Mitarai Valley and Godaimatsu Limestone Cave.
Whether by coincidence or without intention, this little mountain town happened to sit beside Gojo City, and there was even a soba shop not far from the hot spring street.
Suguru Geto, that fox with the strange bangs, might have voiced his utter disdain, but his body was honest: he always subconsciously sought out substitutes.
The only pity was that Suguru Geto's behavior amounted to making eyes at a blind man.
The reason was simple. From the moment Suguru Geto arrived in Dorogawa, Sherlock and Satoru Gojo had already known his movements through Sherlock's ability to sense the beacon on him.
Suguru Geto had barely arrived in Tenkawa Village before Sherlock and Satoru Gojo arrived right behind him.
The two had actually been sneaking along behind Suguru Geto the entire time, ready to put their prank plan into action at any moment.
As they followed him, however, their expressions began to grow incredibly strange. Satoru Gojo looked surprised, with a tiny hint of jealousy, while Sherlock looked thoroughly awkward and even glanced at Satoru Gojo beside him from time to time.
Eventually, Satoru Gojo, unnerved by Sherlock's looks, could not hold back any longer. He rapped Sherlock on the head and asked irritably in a lowered voice.
"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"
It would have been fine if Satoru Gojo had not asked. Once he did, Sherlock's expression grew even stranger. After hesitating for ages, he finally submitted to Satoru Gojo's fist, which was as big as a clay pot.
"Teacher Gojo, don't tell me your kink is mothers?"
"????"
Several question marks popped up over Satoru Gojo's head at Sherlock's question. He stared at Sherlock like a bewildered cat, expressing his thoughts with his face.
What the fuck are you talking about?
As though he had not picked up on Satoru Gojo's thoughts at all, Sherlock furtively poked his head out from their corner, watching Suguru Geto hold one adopted daughter's hand on either side as he spoke earnestly.
"Look at your wife's hairstyle, then look at his whole getup. From behind, wouldn't he look exactly like a mom if you just put him in a furisode? Your wife just happens to be a man, that's all. A male mom isn't bad either. After all, Shoko said Cursed Spirit Manipulation could do anything. Too bad I asked your wife last time whether he could get pregnant, and he didn't tell me..."
Sherlock completely failed to notice the murderous aura gradually rising from Satoru Gojo beside him as he spoke. By the time he watched Suguru Geto disappear into the distance and noticed Satoru Gojo's overwhelming killing intent, it was already a little late.
"Come on, Xia-chan. Let's find somewhere quiet and have a nice chat."
Wait, why did that sound so familiar? Even the way Satoru Gojo came over and immediately hooked an arm around my neck felt familiar! Even that smile that never reached his eyes was incredibly familiar.
Fuck, and you still claim there's nothing going on between you two? I'd be the first to call bullshit!
"My dear Teacher Gojo, could I make one tiny request?"
After struggling frantically for a while, Sherlock realized that he could not break free of Satoru Gojo's iron-clamp arm at all. With the resignation of someone highly experienced, he gave a helpless smile and tried one last time to salvage the situation.
"Of course you can~"
Satoru Gojo's voice remained sugary sweet. As he answered Sherlock, he casually put up a small curtain that would prevent Sherlock from leaving.
Watching this, Sherlock forced out a smile, trying to awaken Satoru Gojo's conscience.
"Teacher, you're the best teacher, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern age. You wouldn't hit me, right?"
"Your teacher doesn't have anything like a conscience!"
"Then could you spare my face?"
"Of course~"
"Owww! Yamete!!!!!"
"Xia-chan, you really will die if you don't learn Reverse Cursed Technique~"
"Teacher! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Spare me!!!!"
That night, in another hot spring inn beside the one Suguru Geto had booked, Shoko sat in a room looking utterly speechless, using Reverse Cursed Technique on Sherlock as he twitched occasionally. Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo sat nearby in a yukata, nonchalantly eating dessert.
And in the inn next door was her former classmate, now the Special Grade Curse User Suguru Geto.
The bizarre situation left Shoko particularly exasperated. Once she had made sure Sherlock would not die, she decisively abandoned his treatment.
"Listen, Gojo, could you leave me out of your romantic entanglements with Geto? And are you sure Teacher Yaga won't be furious enough to die after you suddenly showed up at Jujutsu High and dragged me away?"
"Aw~ don't sweat the details, Shoko! You're Teacher Gojo's accomplice! Don't you want to play a thoroughly satisfying prank on Geto?"
Shoko's face filled with disgust at Satoru Gojo's words.
"Not in the slightest! But since I'm here, I might as well take a dip in the hot springs. Gojo, you can explain things to Teacher Yaga yourself."
Having said her piece, Shoko could not be bothered with the scumbag before her. She grabbed a towel and a spare yukata and walked straight out.