[Before actually putting the plan into motion, you took the rare initiative of calling Satoru Gojo.]
[When the call connected, Gojo clearly failed to immediately grasp the gravity of your blunt request for "help."]
[Subconsciously, he assumed you were probably contacting him over some tedious worldly matter again, something that required the Gojo Clan's vast influence or intelligence network to clean up the mess and tie up loose ends.]
[After all, in Gojo's almost godlike understanding of things, whenever you decided to act, the absurd possibility of being "incapable of handling it" simply seemed not to exist. In his mind, you had long since become someone whose calculations never failed, cold and so powerful as to be insurmountable.]
[So he merely chewed on some sugary pastry and mumbled a perfunctory response in his usual flippant tone, treating this as nothing more than an ordinary clan assignment.]
[However, when you explained in that utterly level, cold voice of absolute rationality that what you needed this time was not the Gojo Clan's useless accessories, but the actual power of "Satoru Gojo" himself, his chewing abruptly stopped.]
[The Six Eyes hidden beneath his blindfold probably narrowed slightly at that instant, too.]
[You had finally succeeded in piquing the strongest jujutsu sorcerer's curiosity and interest. He dropped his flippant tone and pressed you with questions, asking what extraordinary situation had arisen to make someone who always handled everything with ease take it so seriously, even bringing him in as a second safeguard.]
["I intend to deal with that troublesome thing inside Yuji Itadori."]
[Phone in hand, you stood at the end of Jujutsu High's long corridor, watching the treetops sway in the wind outside the window as you slowly revealed your shocking plan.]
[You calmly told him that you intended to directly exploit Idle