Then, as everyone stared in bewilderment, he walked up to Suguru Geto first and presented the dying cursed spirit to him. "A meeting gift. Apart from being unable to deploy a domain, it's no different from a special grade cursed spirit."
Next, he walked over to Satoru Gojo and set down the sweets in his other hand. "Two presents for you. One is sweets, and the other is a classmate who's stronger than you-me."
Satoru Gojo didn't seem to hear his second sentence, though. His eyes were fixed on the sweets in the bag. Igarashi Amaha didn't mind. The two of them would fight sooner or later.
Finally, he approached Shoko, took a carton of cigarettes from under his arm, and handed it to her. "Give these a try. My favorite cigarettes. They smell damn good."
Once he had done all that, he pulled two checks from his pocket and handed them to Ijichi and Masamichi Yaga. "I didn't know what you two liked. There's five million euros here. It's not much, but take it."
"Uh..."
Ijichi: What new classmate? This is practically my own father.
Igarashi Amaha stepped up to the lectern and said evenly, "Yo, everyone. I'm Igarashi Amaha, your new classmate from now on. Looking forward to getting along. Also, there's something I'd like to ask you all..." He paused, his savage cursed energy beginning to spill out uncontrollably, then continued in a casual tone, "Where's the Tokyo Jujutsu Higher-Ups' kennel? I'd really love to meet them~..."
Time went back to the previous evening.
Ten thousand meters in the air, in the first-class cabin of a plane bound for Tokyo, Japan, Igarashi Amayo spoke indifferently to Aman beside him. "Have you finished investigating? Where did things go wrong with the intelligence?"
At the question, the slightly drowsy Aman instantly perked up. He patted his cheeks, took out the laptop he carried with him, connected to the onboard first-class Wi-Fi, and opened a page before speaking to Igarashi Amayo beside him.
"Sir, after checking everything one by one, I've traced the problem here. This man is David Karoi. He's a professional intelligence investigator, and he's been working for us all along."
"But starting six months ago, on the day after you first said you'd be returning to Japan, an overseas account began contacting him."
"According to the IP tracking, the person contacting David is currently in Tokyo, Japan. We're still investigating his identity, but barring any surprises, it's someone from the Tokyo Jujutsu Higher-Ups. They don't seem too keen on having you return to Japan."
Silence...
"I see. Understood. Thank you for your hard work."
"No need to be so formal, sir."
Inside Jujutsu High, Masamichi Yaga looked at Igarashi Amayo, who had finally calmed down, and heaved a heavy sigh. What the hell is all this? Managing to offend someone all the way over in Spain this badly... You've really outdone yourselves, higher-ups.
"Igarashi Amayo, I understand how you feel, but the Kyoto Jujutsu Higher-Ups aren't as simple as you think. Once you make a move, you'll be hunted down by every jujutsu sorcerer in Japan."
"Just call me Amayo."
"All right, Amayo. I still hope you'll..."
Before Masamichi Yaga could finish, Satoru Gojo, who had just finished his sweets beside them, interrupted. "Huh? Amayo's going to kill those old geezers? I wanna go too! I wanna go too!"
"Satoru Gojo!!" That flippant tone instantly set Masamichi Yaga off. He raised the lighter in his hand and hurled it straight at him.
Smack!
But Satoru Gojo caught it outright. He turned to Igarashi Amayo and said seriously, "Mr. Yaga's right. Getting too hostile with them before you've mastered a domain wouldn't be a good idea."
Igarashi shook his head. "It won't get that hostile. I'm not an idiot."
At those words, Masamichi Yaga and Ijichi both breathed a sigh of relief. "If you only want to meet them, that's fine. Your timing is good. The Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event is next week, and all of us will be visiting the higher-ups before then. So you won't have to go alone. We'll all go with you."
Hearing that, Igarashi Amaha immediately brightened up. The Jujutsu Higher-Ups... Time to give them a warning. I don't want to just let it slide after they pulled that crap on me.
As for Masamichi Yaga's claim that every jujutsu sorcerer in Japan would hunt him down? Heh. As long as the Jujutsu Higher-Ups had any brains at all, they wouldn't do that.
After all, he wasn't as kindhearted as Suguru Geto in the original story...
Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!
Just as Yaga was about to say more, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and looked at it, his expression changing for an instant before he headed outside.
As for the check in his hand, he had already decided how to use it to improve the school's facilities.
Seeing Yaga leave, Ijichi didn't linger either. After excitedly thanking Igarashi Amaha, he took the check and happily headed to a car dealership.
That left Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko, and Igarashi Amaha staring at one another.
After a while, Satoru Gojo and Shoko were doing fine, one playing on his phone and the other staring blankly at the sky. Suguru Geto, however, felt somewhat awkward. Looking at the motionless cursed spirit at his feet, he asked, "Amaha, how did you know my cursed technique was Cursed Spirit Manipulation?"
"It'd be stranger if I didn't know. One of you has the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes, which only appear once every hundred years. One is an oddball who can subjugate cursed spirits. And the last is a treasure of Jujutsu Society who was born knowing Reverse Cursed Technique," Igarashi Amaha said lazily, propping up his head.
"Uh... You're not wrong, but isn't it a little rude to call someone an oddball to his face?" Suguru Geto said, narrowing his foxlike eyes.
"Oh my, oh my. So you were here. How terribly rude of me." Igarashi Amaha covered his mouth with one hand, feigning surprise.
The corner of Suguru Geto's mouth twitched. "Either way, thank you. This cursed spirit isn't weak. Since you managed to leave it in this state without a scratch on yourself, I'm a little curious about your background."
"You can casually give away a million euros, and I think I just heard you tell Satoru that you're stronger than him. Is that true?"
At those words, Satoru Gojo and Shoko both turned their gazes toward him.
"Me? I'm just an ordinary person who likes playing chess."
Please support me in any way you can. I'd be endlessly grateful.