Chapter 84: Gojo Satoru's Teaching
"Angel?"
Toho Hiroshi's brows beneath the mask furrowed slightly; from the soul's characteristics, he instantly associated it with a legendary existence.
A Jujutsu Sorcerer from a thousand years ago—an Angel's soul—had actually parasitized the body of a modern little girl?
Ijichi Kiyotaka was preparing to open the car door when he suddenly felt a suffocating chill strike him from behind.
He turned around abruptly, only to see a figure wearing a strange swirl mask and a black robe standing not far away. The eyes visible behind the mask's holes were so cold that his soul trembled.
"Do... Dongfang..."
Ijichi was so frightened that he couldn't speak properly. As an Assistant Supervisor, he naturally recognized this wanted criminal who had just slaughtered The Higher-Ups and was listed as the highest danger level.
Ijichi Kiyotaka felt his blood freezing.
"Do... Dongfang... Senior?"
His voice trembled, and his body was too stiff to move.
The black-robed, masked figure before him overlapped with the image of the demon who had slaughtered The Higher-Ups, yet he could vaguely see traces of that silent but reliable senior from his time at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Immense fear and complex emotions left him almost suffocated.
Toho Hiroshi's gaze didn't even linger on Ijichi; it swept past indifferently, as if looking at an insignificant road sign.
He knew Ijichi's personality and capabilities clearly, understanding that the other party had no possibility—and no courage—to stop him.
His gaze finally locked onto the trembling Kurusu Hana.
The little girl, watched by his inhuman gaze, shrank back in fear, hiding behind Ijichi's legs.
Without a word, Toho Hiroshi simply raised his hand.
"Wait... wait! Senior Dongfang! You can't take her! She's still just a child!"
Ijichi mustered the courage of a lifetime, attempting to spread his arms to block him, but his voice was so weak he couldn't even hear it himself.
Toho Hiroshi's movements didn't hesitate for a second.
An invisible force gently but irresistibly separated Ijichi and Kurusu Hana.
Kurusu Hana gasped in surprise, finding herself floating, pulled by a gentle yet inescapable force toward the terrifying masked man.
Toho Hiroshi caught the little girl without even glancing at the ashen-faced Ijichi again. His figure seemed to merge into the air, and with a faint spatial ripple, he vanished without a trace.
Only Ijichi Kiyotaka was left standing there alone, his back soaked in cold sweat. It took several seconds before he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
With trembling hands, he dialed Gojo Satoru's number immediately.
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Tokyo Jujutsu High, Gojo Satoru's office.
"Oh? Hao appeared? And took that little girl?"
Gojo Satoru listened to Ijichi's incoherent, tearful report on the other end of the line. He raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses, though his tone remained quite relaxed, even playful. "Got it, got it. Ijichi, it's great that you're alright. Hmm, thank you for your hard work; leave the rest to me."
Hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru looked at Fushiguro Megumi, who was struggling to maintain the Divine Dogs' form but was clearly distracted by the content of the call.
"Gojo-sensei... is... is it him? Mr. Dongfang? He appeared?"
Fushiguro Megumi asked urgently, the shadows of the two Divine Dogs flickering.
He had heard the keyword "Dongfang" on the phone.
Gojo Satoru tilted his head and said in an exaggerated tone: "Yep~ It's that bastard who ran off without a word. Not only did he appear, but he also snatched a little girl who was just rescued from Ijichi. He's really starting to have the aura of a villain~"
"Why..."
Fushiguro Megumi clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, his face full of confusion, anger, and a trace of imperceptible grievance. "Why would he do this? Three years ago... he was the one who adopted me and Tsumiki. Although he was always busy and rarely came back, but... but he clearly... why would he do something like this now?"
"Slaughtering The Higher-Ups, defecting... and now taking away an innocent child? What has he turned into?"
The agitated emotions affected the stability of his Cursed Energy, and the black and white Divine Dogs let out a low whine before dissipating back into shadows.
Fushiguro Megumi, however, couldn't care about that, only staring intently at Gojo Satoru, eager for an answer.
Gojo Satoru shed the playfulness on his face and walked in front of Fushiguro Megumi, his tall figure bringing a sense of pressure.
He reached out and ruffled Fushiguro Megumi's sea-urchin hair, his tone becoming unusually calm and even somewhat profound:
"Megumi, remember this. People change, or rather, people always choose the path they believe is correct, even if that path seems wrong or dark to others."
He paused, his Rikugan seemingly able to see through Fushiguro Megumi's inner struggle.
"That guy, Toho Hiroshi—what he saw, what he decided—that is his choice."
"He is walking on a path he determined for himself, a path that... is perhaps very lonely and difficult."
"And you, Fushiguro Megumi,"
Gojo Satoru tapped Megumi's chest. "You also have your own life and your own path to walk. You cannot live in the past of 'being adopted by him,' nor can you be bound or troubled by his choices."
"Become stronger, Megumi. Strong enough to see the complexity of this world, strong enough to protect the people you want to protect, strong enough to... one day, when you face him or any obstacle, be able to make choices with your own will, rather than being swayed by the shadows of the past."
Gojo Satoru's words struck Fushiguro Megumi's heart like a hammer.
He lowered his head, looking at his trembling fists. In his mind flashed Tsumiki's gentle smile, the occasionally clumsy care Toho Hiroshi had once shown, and then the cold act of kidnapping a stranger he had just heard about.
Chaotic emotions churned in his chest, but Gojo Satoru's words also brought a strange sense of determination.
Yes, he could not remain stuck in place.
He had to become stronger—strong enough to figure all of this out, strong enough to face that foster father who had left without saying goodbye and might now be an "enemy."
Seeing the determination gradually igniting in Fushiguro Megumi's eyes, the corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth curled back into that habitual, seemingly unreliable smile.
"Alright, kiddo, stop thinking so much! Today's training is doubled! You can't even maintain your Shikigami, why think about so much else!"
He hid the heavy reality behind frivolity once again, pushing Fushiguro Megumi toward the depths of the training ground.
And at this moment, Kurusu Hana, who had been taken away by Toho Hiroshi, was inside a different dimension opened by Kamui.
She looked in terror at the bizarre scenery around her and the silent masked man, her small body curled into a ball out of fear.
Toho Hiroshi just watched her quietly, his Rinnegan piercing through the facade of the flesh to gaze at the sleeping "Angel" soul. He had not taken her out of kindness, but because the "Angel's" power cou
ld become a key trump card in the future, whether used to deal with Kenjaku or for the "Eye of the Moon" plan itself.
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