After escaping from Suguru Geto, Ronawa didn’t head back to the secluded courtyard.
She wasn’t sure if that place was safe anymore.
Besides, she realized this was a golden opportunity.
An opportunity to ditch Satoru Gojo.
Did he really think she enjoyed being under his surveillance?
She had only stayed because she couldn’t beat him and couldn’t run away.
Otherwise, she would have bolted ages ago.
But now, the perfect chance had fallen into her lap.
She had it all planned out.
Once she escaped Tokyo, she’d find some small town to hide in and quietly level up.
When she was fully leveled, she’d come out and mess around.
Who knows, maybe she’d even get the chance to witness Sukuna slicing Gojo into 2.5 Gojo.
That would definitely be hilarious.
However, Ronawa’s beautiful fantasy didn’t last long.
Very quickly, a familiar figure appeared right in front of her.
It was Satoru Gojo.
Seeing her approach, Gojo handed her the ice cream cone he’d just bought.
“What a coincidence,” he said.
“Didn’t expect to run into you here.
Why did you come all the way out here?
I thought you didn’t hang around this area.”
Coincidence my ass, Ronawa cursed internally.
But considering she still couldn’t beat him, she kept those thoughts strictly inside her head.
On the surface, she intentionally put on the act of someone who had just found her savior.
She hurriedly ran up to complain, “Gojo-sensei, you have no idea what I just went through!
I was just minding my own business when a bunch of people suddenly tried to kill me, and then this super creepy-looking guy tried to kidnap me!”
“It’s ridiculous.
Everyone knows I’m absolutely loyal to you, Gojo-sensei.
How could I ever betray you?
As for why I’m here, I have no idea!
I was just running blindly.
I didn’t dare go back to the house because I was worried it wasn’t safe, so I had to find somewhere to hide first.”
Ronawa’s story was logical and well-reasoned.
If it weren’t for the Six Eyes allowing Gojo to read her micro-expressions like an open book, he almost would have believed her.
But he didn’t press the issue.
After all, the blame for this whole mess really did lie with him.
His credit score with the higher-ups was just too low; no one believed a word he said.
As a result, there was no way he could keep Ronawa hidden.
Not that it mattered too much.
As long as he stubbornly denied everything, and as long as Ronawa wasn’t caught red-handed, who would dare force his hand?
As for Ronawa herself…
she was definitely dishonest, but Gojo was now absolutely certain she wasn’t the kind of cursed spirit who just wanted to mindlessly slaughter humans.
She had her own principles, and she stuck to them.
When it came to death, she only bore witness; she wouldn’t actively intervene to cause it.
She had even immediately bolted when Geto tried to recruit her.
Combining this with his observations over the past few days, Gojo felt completely at ease with her.
The truth was, Gojo liked to play around, but he wasn’t an idiot.
If Ronawa was the kind of cursed spirit who acted sweet to his face but butchered people behind his back, he would have exorcised her without a second thought.
But she wasn’t.
And that was exactly why he had protected her and kept her around until now.
Following this incident, Gojo knew he needed to find Ronawa a new place to stay.
The secluded courtyard he had originally arranged was definitely compromised.
After mulling it over for a while, Gojo ultimately sought out his good friend, Shoko Ieiri.
Shoko Ieiri, currently twenty-eight years old, had entered Tokyo Jujutsu High in the same class as Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, and had graduated alongside them.
Because she possessed the incredibly rare Reverse Cursed Technique and could use it to heal others, she was one of the premier medical talents in the entire jujutsu world.
She currently worked at Jujutsu High as the school doctor.
Her relationship with Gojo couldn’t exactly be described as “good”—it was more of a “we’ve survived hell together” kind of bond.
Which meant Gojo could trust her.
That very day, he brought Ronawa straight to Shoko’s place.
After knocking on the door and letting themselves in, they found Shoko clearly having just woken up, her eyes filled with intense annoyance and morning grumpiness.
“Shoko, long time no see!
You’re just as beautiful as ever!”
Since he was asking for a favor, Gojo didn’t mind buttering her up—even if it was the objective truth.
Facing Gojo’s praises, Shoko merely shot him an indifferent side-glance.
“You’re obviously here because you need something,” she said impatiently.
“Spit it out.
Whether I agree or not depends entirely on my mood.”
She knew Satoru Gojo too well.
The man never visited without an ulterior motive.
Knowing he couldn’t hide anything from Shoko anyway, Gojo just chuckled.
He turned toward the hallway and called out, “Hurry up and come inside.
Come meet your new roommate.”
Only then did Ronawa dawdle her way into the room.
The moment Shoko laid eyes on her, the annoyance in the doctor’s gaze instantly vanished, replaced by sparkling little stars.
So cute!
The cutest thing in the world!
That was Shoko Ieiri’s first impression of Ronawa.
But Shoko quickly snapped out of it.
“Wait.
Roommate?
What do you mean by that?
You aren’t seriously trying to make her live with me, are you?”
“Bingo!
You guessed it.
Well?
Surprised?
Didn’t see that coming, did you?”
Shoko was, admittedly, a little tempted.
Just thinking about having a soft, cute, white-haired little sweetheart living in her house, greeting her with a sweet, gentle “Welcome home” every day…
the appeal was definitely there.
However, her rationality wasn’t completely overwhelmed by Ronawa’s cuteness.
She quickly zeroed in on the most crucial detail.
“Hold on a second.
If I remember correctly, you were dispatched to exorcise that newly born Special Grade cursed spirit a while ago, weren’t you?
And recently, I’ve heard rumors that you didn’t actually exorcise it—that you secretly hid it away.”
“So, is this the Special Grade cursed spirit you’ve been hiding?!”
Although she phrased it as a question, Shoko’s tone made it clear she was already certain of the answer.
Seeing that he couldn’t fool her, Gojo had no choice but to admit it.
“Alright, you guessed right.
She is indeed that Special Grade cursed spirit.
But trust me, Ronawa is a good kid.
She poses absolutely no threat to us humans.”
As if on cue to back up Gojo’s words, Ronawa began nodding furiously.
In that moment, she instinctively mastered the art of acting aggressively cute.
After putting up a massive struggle to resist Ronawa’s cuteness offensive, Shoko still shook her head.
“I can’t agree to this.
The implications are too massive.
I don’t want to become a criminal.”
Gojo could afford to act recklessly because he had the power to back it up.
His overwhelming strength permitted his occasional whims.
But if Shoko tried to copy Satoru Gojo?
She’d be dead meat.
The higher-ups of the jujutsu world would absolutely not let her off the hook.
They might even order her execution.
Even though her healing abilities were exceptionally rare and practically irreplaceable in the jujutsu world, that didn’t equate to an absolute get-out-of-jail-free card.
If she crossed the line too far, the higher-ups would definitely kill her.
Gojo knew this perfectly well.
Seeing Shoko’s firm stance, he didn’t push the issue.
Just as he was preparing to leave with Ronawa to figure out another living arrangement, Shoko finally cracked.
“Forget it.
Consider it a debt I owe you two.”
Shoko looked between Satoru Gojo and Ronawa.
“I just hope you won’t make me regret this today.”