"What a unfamiliar ceiling..."
This was the first thing Sherlock said after waking up in the infirmary of Kyoto Jujutsu High, and as he looked at that unfamiliar ceiling, Sherlock racked his brains to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness.
Sherlock vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had no other choice when facing Rinuko, and in the end, he could only choose to summon Mahoragojo, dragging Rinuko into Mahoragojo's Taming Ritual together with him.
Moreover, Mahoragojo damn well operated on the exact same wavelength as Mahoraga, and he could be considered to have enjoyed the exact same treatment as Prisoner Megumi, the Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer who had almost been exorcised by a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit.
Yet for some reason, apart from this memory, Sherlock's mind also held an extremely bizarre memory.
Vaguely, Sherlock seemed to have felt excruciating pain continuously washing over him, to the extent that it even jolted him awake once; struggling to open his eyes, what he saw instead was a fist constantly enlarging right in front of him?
The most crucial part was that, in his dazed state, Sherlock seemed to have seen that Dickhead Cat squatting by his side with Rinuko while wearing a mischievous grin?
No wait, what was the situation right now?
Just as Sherlock was still feeling perplexed, Satoru Gojo noticed that Sherlock had already regained consciousness, and he approached him with a wretched grin, staring at Sherlock as the latter lay on the bed with unseeing eyes.
After the master and disciple stared at each other in silence for a good while like this, Satoru Gojo finally broke into a smile that reached the absolute pinnacle of wretchedness, quickly pulled a small paper popper out of his pants pocket, and snapped it toward Sherlock.
"Congratulations, Xia-chan,