Gojo Satoru's trip to Sendai had turned out to be far busier than he had expected. Not only did he fail to visit the hot springs, but he also had to submit a mission report before even heading back to Tokyo. The reason? The ridiculous amount of destruction caused during the incident.
As Gojo's assigned supervisor, Masamichi Yaga was well aware of how much chaos his student could cause, but even he hadn't expected Gojo to blow up an entire building and carve a massive trench into the ground stretching for hundreds of meters.
The worst part?
There had been no veil to contain the damage.
Because of this, nearby residents had called the police, reporting what they thought was a comet crashing into the Sendai West Suburban Highway.
"Gojo! Don't even try to explain! No one in the Jujutsu world makes this kind of mess except you. When you return to the school, you'll be copying the sorcerer's code 500 times and spending two days in confinement!"
That was exactly what Masamichi Yaga had told him through the online report.
But that wasn't fair!
Gojo wasn't even the only one responsible for the damage! Ichigo Kurosaki had played a role in it too! Why was he the only one being punished?!
Gojo gritted his teeth, thoroughly annoyed.
"Satoru, let's be honest—if you'd remembered to put up the veil, none of this would have been an issue," Geto Suguru pointed out, his tone completely calm.
"Next time, you are not allowed to take on a mission without a supervisor. Got it?" Yaga's voice crackled through the laptop speakers.
Gojo rolled his eyes, made a face at the screen, and immediately ended the call before Yaga could say anything else.
He'd be heading back to Tokyo in the afternoon. But before that—
Gojo suddenly remembered something important.
He had another reason for coming to Sendai: to meet Itadori Yuji as a child and find out more about his mother, Kaori Itadori—who was, in reality, Kenjaku.
"Jie, I have a student I know in Sendai, and I want to visit him before we leave." Gojo turned to Geto, trying to sound innocent. "Also, you'll make me edamame daifuku when we get back to Tokyo, right?"
"Huh? You're seventeen—how do you already have a student?" Geto raised an eyebrow.
"I'll tell you if you promise to make the daifuku," Gojo smirked, flopping onto the desk.
Geto gave him a long, unimpressed look before getting up. "If you don't want to explain, then fine. Go by yourself—I'll wait at the train station."
Gojo pouted dramatically, resting his chin on his hands and staring at Geto with an exaggeratedly sad expression, like a dejected cat left out in the rain.
"...Fine, fine. I'll go with you. Let's get this over with." Geto sighed, shaking his head.
Instantly, Gojo perked up and clapped him on the back. "Knew I could count on you! By the way, daifuku—"
"Don't push your luck."
Geto didn't even slow his pace as he dragged Gojo out of the hotel room.
"Okay, okay—then how about strawberry daifuku?"
"What's the difference?"
"Are you kidding? The filling is different! Edamame takes effort—you have to cook it first. Strawberries don't need that."
"If you already know how to make it, then why don't you just do it yourself?"
"Because food always tastes better when someone else makes it."
By the time they finished arguing, they were already hailing a taxi.
Gojo gave the driver the address he had memorized from his previous life—Itadori Yuji's childhood home. Hopefully, at this time, Yuji would still be a three-year-old kid and still living there.
Fifteen minutes later, the taxi dropped them off in front of a slightly old apartment building. The structure showed signs of wear, but it was still in good condition.
Gojo walked straight to the right door and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, footsteps approached from inside. A hoarse, older man's voice called out:
"Who is it?"
"Great Teacher Gojo, here for a home visit!" Gojo announced proudly.
The footsteps paused for a long time. Then, the voice asked cautiously,
"Yuji's kindergarten teacher?"
Geto pressed a hand to his forehead.
He should have known Gojo would introduce himself like this.
Before Gojo could say anything even more ridiculous, Geto quickly cut in: "Yes, that's right."
The footsteps resumed, coming closer.
Click—
The door opened, revealing a man in his early fifties. He looked at them both with a wary expression, his eyes lingering on Gojo's sunglasses.
"Didn't expect Yuji's teacher to be so young."
"Yeah, well... we're still interns," Geto replied smoothly. "We just graduated from college, so we look a bit younger than usual."
"Oh, oh, I see..." The man nodded before introducing himself. "I'm Itadori Wasuke—Yuji's grandfather."
Gojo recognized him instantly.
In his previous life, he had only met Itadori Wasuke at his funeral. But now, seeing him alive and well, he felt an odd sense of relief.
"Is Yuji at home?"
Before Itadori Wasuke could answer, something small and heavy latched onto Gojo's leg.
Gojo blinked and looked down.
A tiny boy with pink-and-black hair was clinging to his leg, staring up at him with big, round eyes full of curiosity.
So small. So easy to mess with.
A mischievous grin spread across Gojo's face.
Oh, I'm definitely taking pictures to show him in the future.
Without hesitation, he bent down and started poking the little boy's chubby cheeks. Poking soon turned to light pinching, then full-on squishing his face like dough.
"Not yet! But I will be in the future," Gojo grinned, lowering his sunglasses slightly to flash a playful smile.
This seemed to impress the toddler, confuse Itadori Wasuke, and annoy Geto all at the same time.
Shooting Gojo a sharp look, Geto smoothly took over the conversation.
"We just reported to the kindergarten this week," he said. "We officially start on Monday."
Itadori Wasuke nodded at the explanation.
"Where's Yuji's mother?" Gojo finally asked, remembering the real reason he came here.
At the mention of Yuji's mother, Itadori Wasuke's expression immediately darkened.
"Don't bring up that woman." His voice was sharp. "She gave birth and disappeared. The one time she did show up, she said weird things and scared the boy half to death."
Geto and Gojo exchanged a knowing glance.
Kenjaku.
Looks like the past is already setting its pieces in motion.