Edogawa Satoru who wanted to be a detective is not a good sorcerer

"The head of the family is becoming more and more moody..." The second elder of the Gojo family sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, his slender pipe swaying in the air, disturbing the smoke he exhaled.

The servants all lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything.

The elder knocked on the table and lowered his voice: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You know that the mouth can cause trouble! Sooner or later, you will pay the price for your dirty mouth."

“Brother, Gojo Satoru wouldn’t be that bad—” The second elder drank some wine, and a blush crept up his bark face, making it dark and colorful.

bang bang.

The sudden knock on the door startled the two people in the room: "Who! Who is it?!"

"It's me." The voice of the third elder came from outside the door.

The second elder breathed a sigh of relief: "Gojo Satoru shouldn't be supervising us all the time, and I can't talk at most, and I haven't done anything wrong."

The servant opened the door, but an unexpected figure jumped out. The man put his index finger between his mouth, signaling the servant not to alert the people in the room.

The third elder stood behind the man, covering his mouth with his hands, wanting to cry but without tears.

The servant bowed his head obediently and retreated.

The first and second elders were still talking:
"You didn't do anything wrong, why does he need to catch you doing something wrong? If he's not happy, just kill him!"

"We have watched him grow up, don't we understand what kind of person he is?"

"He didn't discuss anything with us, but just told us to do things. Do we have to do it even if he wants us to die?"

"On November 1st, he asked us to prepare for war. Does he really want to fight the magic world?"

"He doesn't think about it. If a war really breaks out, it won't just be a problem for the magic world. If we lose, we'll die. If we win, can he fight the government? Missiles, nuclear bombs, which one can he defeat?"

As the first elder and the second elder were chatting, a chill ran up their spines.

"...Strange, wasn't it the third brother who was knocking on the door just now?"

The second elder opened his mouth and looked behind the first elder, his lips trembling: "Big, big brother, behind you--"

A hand landed on the Great Elder's shoulder, and a familiar and terrifying voice sounded: "The Third Elder is here too. It seems you have been chatting for a long time~"

The Great Elder turned his head slightly, his eyes moving towards the shoulder where he placed his hand, and saw the patriarch Gojo Satoru bending down and looking at him with a smile.

That smile was like a scimitar, as if it wanted to kill someone.

He and the second elder stood up and saluted the head of the family. Their legs were shaking, and they looked ridiculous with their two old orange peels.

"You have something against me..." Gojo Satoru sat down on the cushion. "Just tell me. I'll change it depending on the situation. Maybe." He was holding a thick stack of papers in his hand. It was all useless information found by the Third Elder. It was a waste of paper.

The elders in the room lowered their heads even more and dared not respond.

"How are you doing with the matter of Fushiguro Shier that I asked you to investigate?"

"I have already checked it out," the second elder said hurriedly. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, his face flushed. It was unclear whether it was because he had drunk or because he was anxious to face Gojo Satoru. "The earliest news about Fushiguro Shijir could be found in Fuyuki City on April 4. He set out from Fuyuki City, circled around Tokyo, and finally disappeared in early May."

"That's it?" The head of the family picked up the empty wine glass on the tatami table and raised it to block his sight from the bright light source above his head. "Why did Fushiguro Shiori revive and appear in Fuyuki? Why didn't he appear before and suddenly appear now? What about these?"

He was dressed in black, coming back from the technical college, still carrying the dew of the night fog. His jade-white fingers had smooth curves and distinct knuckles, which could kill cursed spirits and even kill people.

The second elder opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say anything.

After waiting for a while, "That's it?" Gojo Satoru said it again very calmly, and gently put down the wine glass. The bottom of the glass hit the table with a crisp sound. The sound rushed into their hearts, making everyone's heart jump suddenly and making them even more frightened.

"Put aside your delusions. I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense."

The three of them shuddered.

Gojo Satoru sighed.

The three of them shuddered again.

Gojo Satoru stood up and walked to the door, then he slowed down his tone and said, "Don't worry, everyone. After all, I am the head of the Gojo family. Hey."

After saying this, he disappeared through the door.

"Patriarch, what does this mean?"

The elders pondered it.

"Delusion" means that what the owner of the house is going to do on November 1st is not what they guessed.
The "nonsense" was meant to criticize them for not doing their job well and to urge them to speed up.
“Don’t worry” is to reassure them.
"He is the head of the Gojo family" shows that Gojo Satoru is responsible and he is assuring them that he will not lead the Gojo family astray.

and many more!

Although they did not do their job well, the master did not blame them. They had been rude to the master before, but the master had magnanimously overlooked it.

What does this mean!
"The head of the family really values ​​us!" the three elders said with emotion.

Twenty-eight years...
Gojo Satoru has finally grown up! He can respect the elderly and love the young!
The third elder didn't show it on the surface, but he was crying with his handkerchief in his mouth.

On the other side, after Gojo Satoru left, he teleported to the bedroom.

The dark room was just what he wanted; he needed an independent space to think.

He threw himself on his bean bag and sank into the cotton with only his lower body exposed.

After a while, he pulled himself out and checked the time. Gojo Satoru took out his cell phone and called Otsutsuki: "Moshimoshi. Are you awake?"

"…Awake. Gojo-sensei, what's wrong?"

"I left it at your place."

"It's well kept." Otsutsuki's voice was slightly different through the cell phone microphone, and if you listened carefully, you could hear electromagnetic sound.

"Ah... that's good. How's it going over there? The background noise is so loud, are you operating Unit-01?"

Otsutsuki said, "Someone was fighting, so it was a bit noisy. The cursed spirits in foreign countries are much weaker than those in China, so we handled them smoothly. By the way, what did the teacher mean when he mentioned the time to return home last time?"

"November 1st. But I hope you can return home a day or two earlier."

"The orders from the top brass and supervisory department of the Jujutsu world are to stay abroad. Will my return to the country have any impact on my teachers and classmates?" Otsutsuki looked back at the progress of the battle against Mokugura. The exchange of fire between the two sides was fierce, but it did not affect him.

"Don't worry, on that day, all I have to do is overthrow the Supervisory Department."

Gojo Satoru laughed, and the sound coming into the microphone was crackling.

"After all, I am the head of the Gojo family. Should I lead the defection~"

"I see." Otsutsuki was not surprised, his voice remained calm, "I will be ready."

It’s really reliable.

Gojo Satoru asked one last question: "Who do you think has the most self-destructive tendencies in the technical high school?" He took off his blindfold and looked at the psychological analysis reports scattered on the table.

The darkness does not affect his ability to see clearly, that’s how powerful his Six Eyes is.

After thinking for a moment, Otsutsuki replied, "Did something happen to Kei?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled: "Yeah, I'm a little worried about him, but it's not a big problem. I'll just let him change slowly in the future."

After hanging up the phone, he closed his eyes. There was no light, no sound, but he could still see everything. Information kept pouring into his brain, pounding and pounding in his thoughts, making a boring symphony.

He waved his arm and scattered the psychological analysis report all over the floor.

But he still saw the words "Gojo Satoru, serious self-destructive tendencies", over and over again. Coming from all directions, speaking in his ears and ringing in his head, he had to pay attention.

He gestured to destroy the analysis report.

A cry of surprise came from afar:
"what happened!"
"Was there an earthquake?!"

Gojo Satoru put on his eye mask. He was going to sleep, as he had work to do in three hours.

"Me? Seriously self-destructive?"

What a fucking joke.

……

Haibara returns to Yokohama to continue working and investigates the missing case at the same time.

Edogawa Satoru originally thought of sending two cursed pets to protect Qi Haibara, but then he slapped his head and remembered that for some reason there were no cursed powers or cursed spirits in Yokohama.

Oh, why? Is it related to the wish book in Yokohama?
He was in a daze when Gojo Satoru shouted from the other side of the playground: "Assemble! Assemble!"

"Hey, everyone, look at me, look at me," Gojo Satoru announced today's class content when he saw the students gathered around him. "Ding ding ding - today we have a physical test!"

Edogawa Satoru's smile disappeared.

Did he hear wrongly?
Principal Ye'e coughed and said, "Well... I don't know why, but someone complained about our school, saying that we don't have student information and that we are a pyramid scheme. Now, let's measure everyone's data as a basic survey for future training."

Pyramid scheme organization.

reasonable.

Edogawa Satoru liked this.

But then he remembered that this person had reported the school, so he had to take the physical test. Edogawa Satoru cancelled the like in his mind and clicked the dislike.

"Everyone, listen to the senior's instructions~" Gojo Satoru raised his finger and pointed at Zenin Maki, then took out a cheerleading pom-pom from behind and started dancing to cheer him up.

Everyone tried to ignore Gojo Satoru, but they couldn't do it. Gojo Satoru was too eye-catching...

The physical test began. Regarding the flexibility of the body, Edogawa Satoru could pass it relatively easily, until -

One thousand meters.

Before he could run, he was already suffocating... and feeling dizzy and dizzy.

When he chose to escape quietly and was thrown onto the runway by Gojo Satoru by the collar, his spirit was already dead.

"Yuji, Kugisaki, Fushiguro, can you guys run slower, please?" Edogawa Satoru said pitifully, with the corners of his mouth turned down, "Let me run behind you, so I can do better."

Tiger Stick: "Okay! No problem!"
Kugisaki: "Hmph, for your sake, only this once."
Fushiguro: "Ah, okay."

Remember what these three said.

Edogawa Satoru gritted his teeth.

As soon as the starting gun sounded, Yuji flew out, and Fushiguro and Kugisaki chased after Yuji and disappeared.

Is this called running slower?
Is it because you have little knowledge to bully others? !

He gasped for breath, his head started to hurt again. Lately, the pain has been particularly severe on the left side of his head.

dying……

call.

His throat began to fill with blood. Was he breathing? Why did it smell like blood?

Edogawa Satoru's soul has left his brain and his spirit is in another dimension. In any case, he is not running on the playground.

When he was caught by Yuji, he realized that he had already finished running.

Glucose water was brought up cup by cup. On the left was Yuji with a flattering smile, on the left was Fushiguro who handed over the sugar in silence, and Kugisaki was right in front, wiping his face with a towel.

My face hurts...

Edogawa Satoru dodged Kugisaki and said angrily, "You guys are all big liars."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yuji reflected on himself, "I thought my speed was slow enough. I'm very sorry. I will definitely run slower next time!"

"Wow, Tiger Stick." This is Kugisaki, "If he hadn't run so fast, would I have been taken away?"

"Kugisaki is right." This is Megumi Fushiguro.

Yuji shed kelp tears: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, it's all my fault."

Senior Maki came over and reported the results to them.

More than eight minutes?!
Edogawa Satoru started to feel dizzy again. He actually went from 4:50 to 8 minutes for a 1,000-meter run!
“Wow, I’m a waste…” Edogawa Satoru covered his face and pretended to cry, trying to see everyone’s reaction.

"It's okay," Kugisaki patted his head lovingly, "It's just a physical test."

"That's right, one thousand meters in eight minutes, which is already faster than walking!" Yuji encouraged.

Fushiguro said: "It's okay, trash is trash, we all know you well and we don't care about your 1,000-meter performance."

Edogawa Satoru: …

Thank you. If you don’t know how to comfort someone, you don’t have to comfort them.

Gojo Satoru who was passing by: “Hahahaha, I’m the strongest!”

Edogawa Satoru: …

[Hold on - don't say bad words!]
[Hold on!]
(End of this chapter)