"Good afternoon, Rentaro, Enju."
Gojo leaned against the doorframe and greeted the two of them.
"By the way, just have them deliver the things to your place."
"Yes, Mr. Gojo."
Following Gojo's instructions, the two workers placed the two foam boxes in front of Rentaro Satomi's door.
"If you need anything else, whether it's more ingredients or something different, feel free to contact us. The phone we provided already has the number for our logistics department saved."
"Thank you. Sorry for troubling you."
Gojo smiled and nodded at them.
The two workers did not stay any longer. They turned around and left.
Only after they were gone did Rentaro and Enju look at Gojo with confused expressions.
"What was that about?"
"Why did they deliver things to my house?"
Rentaro looked at the two foam boxes, completely puzzled.
"You'll know once you open them."
Gojo raised his chin toward the boxes and smiled.
"So mysterious."
Enju muttered under her breath, then curiously walked over and opened the first box.
The moment the lid came off, she instinctively let out a cry of surprise.
"Whoa!!!"
Seeing her reaction, Rentaro stepped closer to take a look as well.
Inside the foam box were all kinds of meat and seafood.
Freshly prepared ocean fish, shrimp, beautifully marbled wagyu beef, cleaned whole chickens, and perfectly cut pork belly...
The box contained almost every type of meat imaginable. Even if someone disliked a few of them, there were still plenty of other choices.
And the quality of these ingredients was beyond question. They were all special supplies that could not even be purchased in ordinary supermarkets.
"W-Wow... that's a lot of meat."
Looking at the beautiful ingredients kept fresh with ice packs underneath, Enju swallowed unconsciously.
"There's more."
Gojo gestured toward the second foam box.
Enju carefully placed the first box down and immediately opened the other one.
This box contained fresh seasonal vegetables that had already been washed clean, with droplets of water still clinging to their surfaces.
There were also plenty of seasonal fruits inside.
The moment the box opened, a faint fresh fragrance spread through the room.
Just like the box of meat, everything inside was extremely high quality. These were supplies that ordinary supermarkets could not obtain, reserved specifically for Seitenshi and other high-ranking officials.
"These ingredients..."
Rentaro had lived with the Tendo family before and had seen his fair share of luxury.
Compared to Enju, he was much more experienced.
After recovering from his initial surprise, he quickly turned toward Gojo with confusion.
"From now on, they'll be delivered every day. So our job is to finish these today and eat fresh ones tomorrow."
Gojo looked at the two of them and smiled.
"Is this one of the conditions you requested?"
Remembering how respectfully those people had treated Gojo earlier, Rentaro suddenly understood.
"Yeah."
"People need to eat. There's no reason to make life harder for ourselves."
"Though preparing the food will probably have to be your responsibility, Rentaro."
Gojo smiled mischievously and casually pushed the troublesome work onto him.
Looking at the two large boxes of ingredients, Rentaro could only smile bitterly. Processing all of this would definitely take a lot of time.
And if he received a mission in the afternoon, he would still have to go deal with Gastrea.
That would leave him even less time to prepare everything.
However, when he looked at the ingredients inside the boxes, then saw the anticipation in Enju's eyes, he eventually nodded.
"Leave it to me. I'll prepare everything properly and won't waste anything."
Rentaro nodded seriously.
"If you're willing to do it, that's perfect."
"By the way, there are too many ingredients for us to finish alone. Why don't we invite Miss Kisara over for dinner tonight?"
"It would be a waste otherwise, so don't feel embarrassed."
"Compared to these ingredients, Rentaro's cooking is what matters most."
Hearing Gojo praise his cooking skills, Rentaro felt a little embarrassed.
It was not exactly something worth being proud of, but he still smiled awkwardly and nodded.
After all, Kisara Tendo's life had not been easy.
And since these things were all brought by Gojo, Rentaro would have felt awkward inviting her over if Gojo had not suggested it himself.
"I'll call her now."
Rentaro took out his phone and dialed Kisara's number.
The moment she heard there would be another feast, Kisara immediately agreed and said she would arrive soon.
After Rentaro hung up, he picked up the boxes and prepared to return inside to organize everything.
Gojo also followed him with Betty.
"Rentaro, you don't have any missions today? You came back pretty early."
"You can't run into Gastrea every single day."
Enju changed her shoes and helped Rentaro carry the boxes into the kitchen.
"If we really encountered them every day, this city would already be finished."
"I always thought Civil Security members were busy every day."
"No, that's not really the case. Other than being dangerous, Civil Security work isn't actually that busy."
"If there were too many missions, then even with Suppressant, it would be difficult to guarantee the corrosion problem wouldn't worsen."
Rentaro worked in the kitchen with his back toward Gojo, carefully preparing the ingredients.
The things that needed to be eaten soon had to be handled first. The rest could be considered later.
"Can you tell me how you receive missions?" Gojo asked curiously.
"Usually, it's through companies. We're similar to contractors. Companies accept different requests from the police, government, businesses, and other organizations depending on their area."
"For example, police requests are usually about Gastrea infiltrating urban areas. The government sometimes has escort missions, while private companies may request bodyguards or similar services."
"The higher a Civil Security member's IP ranking, the higher the reward they receive. The company president assigns missions based on the members' strength, abilities, and specialties."
Rentaro explained everything slowly, but he gave a surprisingly detailed explanation of how the system worked.
"Of course, a poor company like ours only has Rentaro as a Civil Security member, so he has to handle everything himself."
While helping Rentaro place unused ingredients into the refrigerator, Enju did not forget to criticize the company they belonged to.
"But because our ranking is relatively low, the rewards aren't very high either."
"I see."
Gojo sat cross-legged on the tatami and adjusted his sunglasses.
"So if I want to accept missions now, I need to find a company to join, right?"
"That's correct."
"Then I might as well join your company."
Gojo narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Rentaro, who was cooking, turned around.
"You solved your identity problem?"
"Of course. I also registered as a Civil Security member while I was at it."
Gojo took out his identification card and waved it in front of Rentaro.
"Eh? It really is real. You didn't get some fake one from somewhere, did you?"
Enju leaned over and carefully examined it.
"That's not all. I also got a bank card with no spending limit."
Gojo flipped his hand, and another card appeared between his fingers.
The exquisite black card carried an aura of luxury. Even without knowing what it was, anyone could tell it was something extraordinary.
"Wait, wait, don't tell me you actually got scammed..."
Hearing about an unlimited bank card, Enju's first reaction was disbelief.
However, Rentaro suddenly thought of something.
"You made an agreement with Seitenshi?"
"That's right. I taught her magic, and these things were part of the conditions."
Gojo said this as he turned his hand and put the items away.
"Magic..."
Rentaro repeated the word quietly.
After thinking for a moment, he understood.
If it was something as precious as magic, then these special privileges were completely reasonable.
"I see."
"Then congratulations. You've solved the problem you cared about the most."
"I wouldn't call it a problem. Tokyo has plenty of people struggling to survive right now. I saw many people living in the outer ruins before. It's not like everyone there has proper identification."
Gojo shrugged indifferently.
"Then why do you still want to become a Civil Security member?"
"You already went outside and saw them before. Gastrea aren't exactly cute."
Enju genuinely could not understand Gojo's choice.
If it were her, and she already had enough resources to live comfortably, then even with overwhelming strength, she would never think about going out of her way to fight Gastrea.
"Well, if I had to give a reason, I'd say I'm bored."
"I managed to make some friends here. When I have nothing else to do, I'll just treat it as spending time with them."
Gojo's answer left Enju speechless.
Who spent time with friends by going out to kill Gastrea?
Only someone like Gojo, who was absurdly powerful and could crush Gastrea like ants, could say something like that so casually.
"You're weird."
Enju dropped that comment and ran away because she genuinely could not understand him.
Actually, even Betty, who knew Gojo quite well, did not fully understand his thoughts.
Helping Felt participate in the Royal Selection could at least be explained by their close relationship and his plan to save money for a trip to Kararagi.
But what about Rentaro?
They had only known each other for a short time, and their first meeting had not exactly been pleasant.
After all, who pointed a gun at someone the moment they met?
And when Betty looked at Rentaro, she could not see anything about him that was worth Gojo's attention, or anything he might be trying to gain.
So why was Gojo doing this?
With his usual lazy personality, he should have simply enjoyed life and done nothing.
Betty glanced at Gojo, who was smiling while watching Rentaro and Enju.
She decided that after they returned, she would properly ask him about it.
Inside the kitchen, Rentaro was enthusiastically preparing dinner.
However, not long after he started, the doorbell rang.
Kisara Tendo had arrived.
"Rentaro, why is there another feast today? Is Gojo-kun treating us again?"
The moment the door opened, Kisara rushed inside with light footsteps, her face full of excitement.
If someone had told her before, she never would have imagined that she, the daughter of the Tendo family, would one day struggle just to afford food.
Now, being able to eat until she was full had become a rare luxury.
Yesterday's dinner was no exaggeration.
It was enough for her to remember it for an entire month.
She never expected there would be another one today.
"That's right. And it's not only today. From now on, as long as Rentaro has time to cook, I'll be treating everyone."
Kisara had not expected Gojo to be inside the apartment, so her bold words immediately caused her expression to freeze.
A moment later, embarrassment spread across her face.
She could only feel relieved that she had not said anything inappropriate earlier. Otherwise, the situation would have been unbearably awkward.
"Gojo-kun, I'm sorry for troubling you."
Kisara quickly bowed toward Gojo and apologized.
"It's fine. I already told Rentaro that Miss Kisara can come eat with us every day."
"We'll have fresh ingredients delivered every day anyway."
"Fresh ingredients?"
"This... isn't that too much trouble, Gojo-kun?"
"No, not at all. Someone else is handling it."
Rentaro turned around and explained the general situation of Gojo's cooperation with Seitenshi.
However, he did not mention magic.
That was Gojo's own ability, not something he should casually announce to others.
Until Gojo gave permission, he would not reveal it.
Even so, Kisara's eyes widened after hearing the explanation.
Based on what Rentaro told her, she could not understand what kind of agreement Gojo had made with Seitenshi that caused her to provide so many special benefits.
"Gojo-kun, thank you so much."
Kisara sincerely expressed her gratitude.
"It's nothing."
"Actually, there is something I need your help with."
"What is it?"
Kisara looked confused.
With his money and identity, what could he possibly need help with from someone like her who was barely able to afford food?
"I'm a Civil Security member now as well, and I plan to register under your company."
"Eh?!"
Kisara froze when she heard Gojo's words.
"Eh?!"
This was even more shocking than him inviting her to eat every day.
For any Civil Security company, someone as powerful as Gojo was an absolute treasure.
Every company would fight to recruit someone like him.
Yet this treasure had actually taken the initiative to join her company?
It was no different from a fortune falling from the sky.