Looking at the expressionless Satoru Gojo standing in front of her, Rinuko felt what the fucking hell despair meant for the first time in her life.
The two principals of Jujutsu High, Masamichi Yaga and Yoshinobu Gakuganji, who were currently in that small room, felt despair just as well.
Watching Satoru Gojo standing motionless in the broadcast footage, the two principals were practically numb. What the fuck did it mean that Satoru Gojo had turned into a shikigami?
Wasn't this fucking insidious?
A very realistic problem lay before the two principals: if Satoru Gojo was identified as Sherlock's shikigami, this goodwill event could be declared over right now.
After all, standing in the match arena was the genuine modern strongest, and even if it were Satoru Gojo in his student days, this match wouldn't hold much significance.
Yet if you said Satoru Gojo wasn't Sherlock's shikigami, that defied common sense as well. Whether it was the hand signs for summoning a shikigami, the incantation, or even the fluctuations of cursed energy and cursed technique, Sherlock completely met all requirements; the only requirement he failed to meet was simply that the summoned shikigami happened to be a fully grown human being.
As for Rinuko opposite him, Sherlock's action was no different from calling for a parent when she couldn't win.
Come on, explain to this lady what the fuck it meant to realize you had no moves left and summon your teacher on the spot to substitute for you?
Naturally, Sherlock certainly couldn't answer Rinuko's question. However, if Sherlock really could answer Rinuko's question, he would probably roll his eyes heavily at her for the most part.
What of it if I summoned Satoru Gojo? I haven't summoned the Master's Wife yet! If Sherlock had a moment of poor judgment and