“Ugh…” Gojo Satoru frowned.
“Should we take her to a doctor?” Geto Suguru sighed lightly.
“If only Shoko were here.” Ragnar Kagenou glanced at Amanai Riko and spoke in an easy tone.
“I don’t think it’s anything serious.
She just needs some rest.” The sleeping Amanai Riko suddenly opened her eyes.
“Ora!” With absolutely no warning, a slap came flying down.
A bright red handprint appeared on Gojo Satoru’s cheek.
“Pfft—” Geto Suguru failed to hold it in and burst out laughing.
Gojo Satoru turned to look at him, his expression plainly asking, Do you have any manners at all?
“Riko, calm down,” he said.
“We’re the good guys.” “Cut the crap!
What kind of good guy goes around saying they’re a good guy?!” She pointed at them with complete suspicion.
“You look like a bunch of con artists, and that fringe is weird.
What, are you cosplaying or something?” Geto Suguru still looked calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was very clearly not calm at all.
“I won’t tell you anything!” “Aaaaaah!!!” Amanai Riko’s hair instantly stood on end.
“Who?!
Who’s that evil?!
Who stuffed ice cubes down my clothes?!” At that moment, Ragnar Kagenou happened to walk past with an iced Ramune in hand.
He paused, then glanced over.
“Uh…
please continue?” He sat down on the sofa with the air of someone preparing to watch a good show.
“Ragna— no, wait!
Was it you?!
Were you the one who threw ice cubes down my clothes?!” Amanai Riko grabbed his collar, her face twisting into a thoroughly dramatic expression.
“Calm down, calm down,” Ragnar said.
“It really wasn’t me.” “Ha!
Then tell me who else is here!” Ragnar’s expression turned solemn.
“Actually, a gorilla came in just now, took some ice from the fridge, and threw it down your clothes.” “Are you kidding me?!” “Where would a gorilla come from in the middle of the city?!
At least make up a believable excuse!” “Then how do you explain the water on your hands?” Amanai Riko immediately pointed at Ragnar’s still-dripping fingers.
Ragnar raised a brow.
“What?
Who put water on my hands?” “So you admit those are your hands!” Ragnar looked at her as though she had just said something unbelievably stupid.
“Are you an idiot?
Of course these are my hands.” Amanai Riko was so angry she nearly went dizzy.
In the end, she decisively chose not to keep arguing with Ragnar Kagenou.
Then she swung back toward the other two.
“And you two con artists, what exactly are you doing in my house?” At those words, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru exchanged a glance.
Activating Soul Fusion Skill!
Super Dual Spiral Gale Pulling Type Zero!
To put it simply, Gojo grabbed her legs, Geto grabbed her arms, and together they started stretching her like a human tug-of-war toy.
“No, don’t!
This is disrespectful to me!” “Death penalty!
Death penalty!
This absolutely deserves the death penalty!” Right in the middle of all that cheerful chaos, Kuroi Misato finally woke up.
“Stop!
Stop it!
Don’t fight anymore!” While being pulled from both sides, Amanai Riko finally realized that she was currently sitting on a Cursed Spirit.
It looked like a goat with two eyes and strangely sexy red lips.
“Kuroi!” “Miss, these two con— ah, no, these two are on our side.” The instant those words came out, Ragnar Kagenou could no longer sit still.
What exactly did that mean?
Was he not a person?
Was he not even human anymore?
He suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, making everyone in the room turn toward him at once.
Ragnar stared directly at Kuroi Misato.
Geto Suguru’s eyes sharpened immediately, his body tensing with caution.
Ragnar slowly moved one hand behind his back.
Then…
He adjusted his shirt.
The wrinkles were bothering him.
“I’m tired of sitting,” he said calmly.
“I’ll stand for a bit.
Carry on.” Amanai Riko immediately threw a water bottle at him with a backhand.
“Thanks,” Ragnar said.
“But I’m not thirsty.” Golden ripples unfolded behind him, and the water bottle vanished into them in an instant.
“Who said I was giving it to you to drink?!” Geto Suguru glanced at Gojo Satoru.
“This guy…
doesn’t seem very reliable.” Gojo Satoru answered in a casual tone, “Not really.
His use of Cursed Energy and Cursed Techniques is actually pretty impressive.” Geto Suguru fell silent.
That was not what he meant.
Still…
whatever.
Jujutsu High was full of freaks to begin with.
Birds of a feather.
Gojo Satoru looked at Amanai Riko.
“I thought you’d be all sentimental and difficult to talk to because of the merger.” Amanai Riko instantly became smug.
“That just proves you mortals could never understand my thoughts.” Gojo’s fist twitched.
It was getting hard.
If not for the mission, he really would have punched her already.
“I am the savior of the Jujutsu world,” Amanai Riko declared proudly.
“I was born to carry out a mission ordinary people could never accomplish!” “Lord Tengen is me, and I am Lord Tengen!” Then, with absolute confidence, she struck a bizarre JoJo-style pose.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru immediately began discussing which celebrity would make the better phone wallpaper.
Gojo pulled up a picture on his phone.
“Inoue Waka is pretty nice.” At once, Ragnar Kagenou leaned in as well, took out his own phone, and said, “I disagree.
I prefer Nakamori Akina.” The eyes of the other two lit up.
Nakamori Akina really was beautiful.
Geto Suguru nodded in agreement.
“That’s true.
But both of them are pretty.” Gojo Satoru gave a regretful sigh.
“Tragic.
You can only use one wallpaper.
What a waste.” Ragnar immediately nodded.
“Exactly.
That’s how I feel too.” While the three of them were having an increasingly heated discussion, Amanai Riko finally snapped.
“Hey!
Hello?!
What are you people doing?!
Listen to me!” The three of them ignored her with perfect unspoken understanding.
Gojo Satoru glanced at Ragnar.
“Ragnar, it really can’t be easy being friends with someone who talks like that.” Ragnar Kagenou looked back at him.
“What can I do?
Someone has to bear the burden.” Gojo Satoru patted him heavily on the shoulder and gave him a solemn thumbs-up.
It was practically written across his face: Thank you for your hard work taking care of such a troublesome person.
“Stay strong.” “Stay strong.” Geto Suguru added calmly, “Seeing off a chuunibyou with no friends her own age is hardly a burden at all.” That was the final blow.
Amanai Riko could no longer endure this scene.
“I— no, wait!
The way I talk at school is completely normal, okay?!” Kuroi Misato, still seated on the Cursed Spirit, visibly stiffened.
…Forget it.
Better not say anything.
That would be too cruel.
“School?!
Oh no!
I have school today!” Amanai Riko no longer wanted to deal with any of them.
At this point, her top priority had become getting to school.
As they watched her rush straight out the door, everyone present looked a little stunned.
Gojo Satoru blinked.
“By the way…
is going to school really something essential right now?” After all, Amanai Riko currently had a bounty of thirty million yen on her head.
Renchoku Girls’ Academy – Junior High Division Even though it was a girls’ school, Ragnar Kagenou and the others still managed to slip inside.
Gojo Satoru called his homeroom teacher at Jujutsu High, Yaga Masamichi.
After listening to Gojo ramble on for a while, Yaga finally explained that this had been Tengen-sama’s order.
They were to fulfill every request Amanai Riko made during what were supposed to be the final days of her life.
“Fine,” Gojo said.
Then, after a slight pause, he added, “By the way, I…
ahem, want to recommend a Jujutsu Sorcerer for Jujutsu High.” “Oh?” Yaga Masamichi’s interest was immediately piqued on the other end of the line.
“Who could possibly be worth your recommendation?” “His name is Ragnar Kagenou.
Even my Six Eyes can’t see through his Cursed Technique.” “What?
How is that possible…?” “That’s just how it is.
Anyway, he’s moving with us right now.
Let the others know in advance.
That’s all—” “Beep, beep~” Yaga Masamichi lowered the phone and let out a helpless sigh.
With the way that conversation had gone, anyone would think Gojo was the teacher.
“Ragnar…
Kagenou.”
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