On that quiet, deserted path lined with torii, the first thing Satoru Gojo said to Sherlock after entering the Gojo Clan grounds was an explanation of those torii.
But their surroundings only left Sherlock more puzzled. After looking at the magnificent torii for a while, he finally turned to Satoru Gojo, whose face still wore the habitual cool detachment of the Six Eyes Divine Child, and asked.
"Teacher, where are we going? Haven't we already passed the Gojo Clan's main residence?"
At Sherlock's question, a rare crack appeared in Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes Divine Child facade. He offered Sherlock no explanation, but after he led Sherlock around a corner, Sherlock instantly understood why he had made that face.
What appeared before Sherlock was a gate much like the entrance to Sensō-ji. Yes, the Sensō-ji entrance with that world-famous giant "Kaminarimon" lantern hanging from it. There was likewise a giant lantern hanging inside this gate.
Except what was written on this lantern wasn't Kaminarimon. It was fucking Six Eyes!
???
The instant Sherlock saw that bizarre thing, a string of question marks popped up over his head. He looked blankly at Satoru Gojo beside him, then turned to look at that damned thing again, and his face instantly took on the exact same expression as the Confused Travelling Salesman.
Sherlock had spent four months at Tokyo Jujutsu High, so he knew a little about the Three Great Families, and he also knew the Gojo Clan was particularly superstitious about the Six Eyes and Limitless. But fuck, he had never imagined the Gojo Clan took it this damn far!
Not even in his wildest dreams would Sherlock have guessed that good old Teacher Gojo didn't live in that incredibly luxurious-looking "palace" at the foot of the mountain, but in this fucking place