The next day, Qingxiao walked out of the infirmary. Satoru Gojo was the only one in the hallway, leaning against the wall as he waited.
Suguru Geto had taken Riko Amanai to submit the mission report and had not come along.
The white-haired boy had one hand in his pocket, his sunglasses hiding the look in his eyes. As Qingxiao slowly emerged, he glanced over his now-healthy complexion.
"All recovered? Next up is dealing with Megumi Fushiguro, right?"
Qingxiao nodded, his expression serious.
"Toji entrusted me with his last wish: to get his son out of the Zenin Clan for good. I plan to negotiate with them myself. With your backing putting pressure on them, they won't dare refuse to let him go."
Satoru Gojo raised a hand and interrupted him, his voice carrying his usual casual certainty.
"You don't need to bother wrangling with the Zenin Clan over any of that. The clan demanding accountability, rumors, disputes, all the mess afterward-I'll handle it all for you.
"All you need to do is find Megumi Fushiguro. The Gojo Clan will take full responsibility for everything else."
Qingxiao paused briefly, but still stuck to his plan.
"This was Toji's dying wish to me. I shouldn't leave all the trouble to you. I'll negotiate with them myself. I'll remember the favor, but I can't make you foot the entire bill."
"Suit yourself." Satoru Gojo did not insist on arguing. He merely shrugged, his tone light.
"If you want to take the lead, go ahead. However the talks turn out, the Zenin Clan won't dare cause you trouble. With me here, no one can lay a finger on you or that kid."
Qingxiao shook his head and held out his open palm. The Inventory Curse Worm storing the cursed tools opened its mouth,