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The soft sunlight filtering through the tall windows illuminated the room. A palpable tension filled the air as men and women gathered around a long, dark wooden table.
At the head, Yaga Masamichi watched the group with a grave expression, his shoulders slightly hunched. His brows furrowed as his gaze swept across the room.
"Obviously," he said, crossing his arms. "Someone is missing."
A collective sigh rose. Mei Mei, standing back and seemingly indifferent, let out a small amused chuckle as she adjusted her braid. But before anyone could add a word, the door burst open violently, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.
"Oh, were you talking about me?" a bright voice called out.
Satoru had just made a spectacular entrance, kicking the door open and throwing a theatrical wink at the assembly. He wore his usual sunglasses.
Kusakabe rolled his eyes.
"Of course, Mister Superstar," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance.
Gojo chuckled and dropped casually into a chair, tilting it dangerously back on two legs.
Yaga rubbed a weary hand over his forehead, desperately trying to keep his composure. He took a deep breath before speaking in a heavy tone:
"Now that everyone is here… we can finally begin."
But barely had he finished his sentence when Satoru slowly raised a hand, a smirk tugging at his lips. Yaga's tone rose a notch.
"What now?! Fine, speak!"
Satoru took his time, clearing his throat noisily before answering.
"I know why the curses have been so active lately."
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to him. Satoru, clearly savoring the attention, puffed out his chest a little as if to dramatize the moment.
Yaga fixed him with an intense stare.
"Explain."
With an enigmatic smile, Satoru straightened slightly, pointing a finger upward as though giving a grand lecture.
"Curses and sorcerers," he began, "have always coexisted in a sort of natural balance. A delicate game between opposing forces. But, heh-heh-heh… when an unusual power enters the equation, the balance is broken."
"So you're implying a new, overpowered sorcerer has appeared?" Kusakabe interrupted, clearly skeptical.
Satoru only smiled and stayed silent.
Shoko, exasperated, stepped forward and raised a hand to smack the back of Gojo's head.
"Why'd you wait to tell us, idiot!" she growled.
But her hand froze midair, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Gojo chuckled softly.
"Me? Wait? Come on, that's not my style," he said, lacing his hands behind his head, his grin never fading.
"And who exactly is this sorcerer?" Yaga pressed, trying to keep the discussion serious.
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"No idea," he admitted nonchalantly. "But I think he's in Kyoto right now."
Nanami straightened, his expression grave.
"In that case, the balance has shifted in our favor," he concluded thoughtfully.
Ijichi, panicked, shot to his feet.
"We must absolutely find this… 'sorcerer' and train him before—"
Gojo burst out laughing, cutting him off.
Yaga's brows furrowed even deeper.
"Satoru, do you know anything else?"
Gojo's playful demeanor suddenly shifted into seriousness. He straightened in his chair.
"We're not talking about a child here."
Kusakabe crossed his arms, his tone tinged with irritation.
"Satoru, stop beating around the bush. This isn't a circus, it's serious business."
Gojo shrugged.
"I already told you everything," he replied. "And as for training this new prodigy, I've already given you the scoop: he's in Kyoto."
Nanami leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Satoru.
"I see the picture. If what you're saying is true, then we have a rare opportunity on our hands. A new generation of promising sorcerers—and among them, one individual capable of shaking the balance of power. It's a boon for the next generation."
Mei Mei, until then idly twisting a lock of hair around her finger, tilted her head.
"All very nice, but I hope this won't interfere with my payments."
All eyes turned toward her. Yaga scowled, exasperation etched on his face.
"You'll get your money, as always," he growled, glaring at her.
Satisfied, Mei Mei allowed herself a small, smug smile.
Yaga turned his attention back to Satoru, whose ever-jovial air was grating on him more and more. He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples.
"Fine," he declared at last. "I'll contact Kyoto to gather information on this person and the situation there."
Satoru was the first to stand, hands shoved into his pockets. With his usual nonchalance, he pivoted on his heel, glancing back at Yaga over his shoulder.
"Excellent! Mission accomplished." He paused theatrically before adding, "Meeting adjourned."
The room stayed silent for a moment, but no one moved. Satoru stopped at the doorway, turning one last time.
"Oh, and Principal?" he called, his tone almost mocking.
Yaga stared at him, already tired of what was coming.
"What now?"
Gojo pretended to examine the door he had smashed earlier, then shook his head with feigned indignation.
"You really should reinforce your doors. They're far too fragile."
Without waiting for a reply, he left the room whistling.
Yaga clenched his teeth but said nothing, letting out a frustrated sigh.
A light breeze set the cherry blossom leaves dancing.
Utahime watched the silhouettes of Todo and Ryosuke disappear down the main path.
"Your nephew must be truly exceptional," she finally said, turning to Yuki.
"Of course," Yuki replied with an enigmatic smile. "He has a bit of my blood, after all."
Utahime raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes.
"Don't you think you're being a little arrogant?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Me? Arrogant? Never!" Yuki placed her hands theatrically on her hips, feigning offense.
Utahime shook her head, half-weary, half-amused.
"But why bring him here, then? You must have something in mind, don't you?"
Yuki's gaze hardened slightly, though her smile remained.
"Ryosuke needs guidance," she explained calmly but firmly. "His power is beyond comprehension. If he isn't supported, he could go down a dark path. And trust me, that wouldn't be pleasant for anyone."
Utahime's brows furrowed slightly at her words, and she murmured thoughtfully: "So, we have another Satoru on our hands…"
At that, Yuki rolled her eyes dramatically, her irritation clear.
"My nephew will be far above that egomaniac," she snapped before spinning on her heel.
"Wait, you're leaving already?" Utahime asked, incredulous.
Yuki threw one last glance at her, a hand resting nonchalantly on her hip.
"I have someone to meet. I'm already late, and believe me, this person hates waiting. Ryosuke knew anyway—I told him I wouldn't stick around."
Then, with a wink, she added:
"Take good care of him. Who knows, with him in your ranks, this school might even clinch the championship title next year."
Without waiting for an answer, Yuki walked away.
Utahime stood still for a few moments before murmuring to herself:
"What kind of storm have you brought here, Tsukumo Yuki…"