Chapter 130: Nanami's Return.
Maki and the others must be out on missions again; after all, I've been unconscious for three days.
There's no need to disturb them. This is the busiest time of the year, and there are few jujutsu sorcerers. This is why they basically never saw any seniors last year, though there's a high probability it's because those seniors got themselves suspended into non-existence.
It was only shortly after I woke up at the beginning of this year that I found out they had beaten up the conservatives again on December 24th of last year. And afterward, they even invited me to go play at their casino.
Although I didn't agree at the time, once this peak period for curses is over, I have to go take a look.
After all, my son Shura is there. I heard he's already grown to be a meter long. I'll have to take Shura over to recognize his son when I get back.
I wonder how Nanami has been recently. As a working man, he should be very busy right now.
The call was connected in three seconds.
Kento Nanami's mature and steady voice came through, "What's wrong, Tatsuro-kun?"
"Good morning, Mr. Nanami. What have you been busy with lately?" Tatsuro started with some small talk.
"Quitting my job, then going back to Jujutsu High."
"Huh? Did you suffer some kind of blow? Didn't you say before that jujutsu sorcerers are dogshit?" Tatsuro was dumbfounded.
"Can't be helped. Between two piles of dogshit, I can only choose one, so I went back. Mr. Gojo told me about that Special Grade Cursed Spirit that can communicate normally. I'm in charge of this matter now, so it's a good time for a handover."
"..."
"Alright. I was planning to look for you anyway. Mr. Nanami, please send me an address."
"Mm."
Tatsuro hung up the phone and stood at the hospital entrance, waiting for Nanami to send the address. Compared to being assigned the next mission by Gojo-sensei the moment he woke up, he much preferred a casual chat with Nanami.
After all, he was very mature, and every time they talked, there would be unexpected discoveries.
...
Half an hour later.
Tatsuro arrived at a coffee shop. Through the glass, he could see a tired-looking Kento Nanami.
"Squeak..."
He pushed open the door. Tatsuro ordered a latte and then walked over to Kento Nanami, who was sitting by the window. He sat down and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. You look very tired, Mr. Nanami."
"It's fine. I was organizing some files last night and just left after handing things over to my junior colleague this morning."
Kento Nanami took a sip of coffee, glanced at Tatsuro, and said, "You, on the other hand, at such a young age, frequently fighting with Special Grades. It must be very tiring."
"It's alright. I fight if I can win and compromise if I can't. It's not too tiring." Tatsuro looked out the window. Among the bustling crowd, how many truly had light in their eyes?
"That's good too. I feel you've grown a lot in this half year. You understand give-and-take and have your own bottom line. This is what it means to be an adult. It's just that it's too tragic for these things to apply to you. There's no need to put so much pressure on yourself, and no need to keep everything bottled up inside. If you open up appropriately, the pressure in your heart will lessen a lot."
Kento Nanami was like a life mentor, recounting all his experiences.
Tatsuro took the latte that had been prepared for him and listened quietly. Listening to a mature adult's self-narration was also one of his interests. Compared to confiding, he still preferred to listen.
After all, he didn't have much to confide. To say he was living a tiring life? Give me a break. Only he himself knew whether he was tired or not. Tired my ass; on the contrary, he had a pretty good time playing with those Special Grade cursed spirits.
He was itching to rip their heads off and kick them around like soccer balls.
"Sorry, I've said too much. Let's talk about that Special Grade Cursed Spirit now." Kento Nanami simply set up a soundproof curtain and asked:
"What should I be aware of when dealing with that Special Grade Cursed Spirit?"
"His hands."
Tatsuro organized what he had seen before and said, "His cursed technique is to transform the soul of whatever he touches into a shape he desires. If you're fighting him, it's best to pay attention to your surroundings."
"The reason he could escape this time was because he split his soul into two. This means he might split into more than two people to launch sneak attacks. As for defense, you need to use cursed energy to protect your soul."
"And his personality is very annoying, the same as Gojo-sensei's. He's like a little child, using animals in the forest for his technique experiments. When he's not satisfied, he starts using humans, and then sorcerers."
"Although I annihilated half of his soul, there's no guarantee he won't come out again someday. If you have any news of him, please let me know. I don't mind beating him back to his original form again. After all, he's very loathsome."
"The same personality as Mr. Gojo, huh? That's really somewhat unpleasant."
Kento Nanami recalled Gojo Satoru's unrestrained personality, and his brow furrowed unconsciously. A personality completely opposite to his own. A cursed spirit with such a personality was indeed quite detestable to him.
He finished the last sip of coffee in his cup, stood up, and said, "Okay, I understand. Next, I need to go to Jujutsu High to handle the handover. I look forward to fighting alongside you in the future. I'll pay for the coffee. Enjoy this moment of tranquility."
"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Nanami."
Tatsuro watched Kento Nanami's departing back, looked down at the thick coffee on the table, and sighed with emotion, "What a busy adult. So much better than Gojo-sensei, who goes on business trips every few days."
...
Kento Nanami, having walked out of the shop, took out his phone from his pocket and looked at the drawing of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit that Gojo Satoru had sent him. It had cross-shaped stitches on its face, long blue hair, and its cursed technique involved changing others' souls through touch – extremely dangerous.
He muttered, "Although I really want to rest today, I'll deal with it after I finish work."
He then dialed Gojo Satoru's number. After it connected, he said, "Tatsuro-kun has woken up. I've also finished my handover here and am preparing to head over."
"Eh!? Tatsuro is awake?"
Then, Gojo Satoru's sad voice came from the other end of the phone, "Wuwuwu, I'm so pitiful. Even though I, his teacher, care so much about him, I wasn't the first person he called when he woke up."
"...If it were me, I wouldn't have called you either," Kento Nanami retorted.
"Eh! Why? Am I not good enough? In order to train them better, I specially gave them my own missions to do!"
"If they knew you did that, they'd probably kill you."
After lamenting internally, Kento Nanami got down to business, "I've gotten the information about that Special Grade Cursed Spirit's technique from Tatsuro-kun. It's soul manipulation. He will likely enter a short period of recovery now, then continue to stir up trouble."
"Soul manipulation, huh... I see. I'll notify the other sorcerers who are out to be on guard against him. Then I'll have to trouble you, Nanami. After all, besides you and Tatsuro, all other sorcerers have already been dispatched."
"Mm, I know." Kento Nanami pushed up his glasses and said, "Then I'll hang up first. See you at the school in a bit."
"I'm not at the school! After all, I'm the first-years' teacher now. I'm currently taking the students out for field training."
"..."
"Forget it. I'll go handle the handover with Ijichi." Nanami said and hung up the phone. His tired eyes glanced at the sun in the sky, and he said:
"Time for work."
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