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The next day, I had to go to the Jujutsu Academy to face the elders. I walked there calmly, but I didn't know what awaited me. I wore my everyday clothes in peace, knowing full well that this time my father would completely lose it.
No risk, no fun.
As I walked down the corridor, our eyes met... Gojo's eyes and mine connected in slow motion.
I swallowed hard and looked straight ahead as I remembered yesterday.
He was with Yuji Itadori, the kid who was 15 and a vessel for Sukuna, which shocked everyone, and the elders wanted to kill him, but Gojo prevented it.
Megumi and the new Kugisaki Nobara were also there.
I noticed his side glance and the slight grin, which gave me goosebumps and forced me to walk faster.
Finally, I arrived at their door and opened it. I was immediately surprised by the sight.
Naoya had a bandage around his forehead and a cast on his right arm. When his gaze met mine, he went hysterical and behaved like a wild animal, which was amusing.
He pointed at me angrily with his left hand and screamed, "IT WAS THIS BITCH!"
I raised an eyebrow at the insult.
Maybe this time I should shoot 1000 volts through his body.
Just the thought made me grin.
He completely lost his mind and gritted his teeth, "LOOK AT HER, THIS WHORE-!"
Before I could open my mouth, I was interrupted by a familiar voice. My father's. I looked directly at him, and coldness flowed through my body.
His voice was firm and authoritative, "Watch what you say."
Naoya froze, knowing he had to tread carefully. I looked at him, and my father didn't even glance at me. He wasn't defending me because he wanted to protect me, but rather the honor of the Mori family. The room felt like a courtroom without witnesses. Four chairs.
My father sat on the right.
Naoya's father sat on the left.
Next to him was the Zouai head, and the middle chair... it was adorned much more splendidly... for the Gojo head... Gojo Satoru.
He was known for not following their orders.
This lucky bastard...
I sighed and looked down, "Why was I summoned?"
Naoya screamed hysterically, "Are you serious?!"
His father slammed on the table, "That's enough!"
Naoya immediately fell silent, and our eyes met.
Zenin scrutinized me, "My son accuses you of causing him harm yesterday."
