Satoru Gojo had never told Sherlock anything about the Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event, so naturally, Sherlock had no way of knowing. Though Sherlock, whose head was filled with horny thoughts, had known all along that this so-called "closed-door training" probably wouldn't be easy on him.
But Sherlock had never imagined that they would start turning up the intensity on the very first day.
Early the next morning, Sherlock woke in his room to find that Satoru Gojo had already left. They were at the tail end of midsummer, and although cursed spirits had begun to decrease, their numbers were still enormous. As one of the few Special Grade Sorcerers, it was perfectly normal for Satoru Gojo to remain busy.
But that didn't mean Satoru Gojo could assign a pervert to watch him!
Sherlock had only just walked out of his room and hadn't even had time to take a breath of the Gojo Clan's fresh air before he saw someone standing outside his door. The man bowed respectfully to Sherlock before speaking.
"Lord Sherlock, my name is Gojo Ki. Lord God's Child has assigned me to teach your theoretical studies for these ten days."
Honestly, everything had been pretty normal up to that point. Sherlock hadn't found anything wrong with either the member of the Gojo Clan before him or the so-called theoretical studies.
But after Gojo Ki brought Sherlock to the private school, the instant he saw what was inside, Sherlock felt absolutely awful.
Anatomy, pathology, physiology, internal medicine, surgery, neurology, toxicology, pharmacology-a whole pile of books as thick as bricks sat on the desk.
He hadn't seen a single thing related to jujutsu or cursed energy. Everything was related to medicine.
What made Sherlock lose his composure even more was that all these books bore the same