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

Gojo Satoru suddenly asked: "How much do you know about me?"

To Edogawa Satoru, "Gojo Satoru" is just a strange plant encountered on the way forward. It may be poisonous but beautiful, and it will make fragile people stay away from it when they see it.

But when Edogawa Satoru looked carefully at the countless honors inlaid on that proud head, he found that they were just the sword of Damocles hanging in the balance.

"The supervisor named 'Ichiro Watanabe' called out 'Gojo Satoru' when we met. He searched for his own face and found you."

Gojo Satoru interrupted: "Does Facebook have this function?"

"No, this is called human flesh search. Uncle Gojo, you are out." Edogawa Satoru pulled his collar with his hand and adjusted his breathing according to the rhythm as Gojo Satoru strode up and down. He also hoped that his actions could make Gojo Satoru realize that this posture was uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru didn't care at all why Edogawa Satoru was breathing so heavily. He even thought that breathing like this for a long time would make his face bigger. "What is that? Ultra? Ah, Ultraman?"

"...No, it's nothing."

"That's right, that's not important. Tell me, how can you call me uncle?"
"Can you continue talking to my face?!"

Wu saw the man poking his cheek with his other hand, and the dimples appeared and disappeared under his fair skin. Even though half of his face was covered by a blindfold, such a movement was unexpectedly cute for a 1.9-meter-tall man.

It's like being pampered by a big cat.

[…I learned it, and then I showed it to my brother.]
Although Gojo Satoru is known as the strongest in the world of curse arts, what fool would compare his own weaknesses with others' strengths? If they were to compare brains, they might be equally matched.

So he doesn't respect Gojo Satoru. He respects people like his brother, his mother, and his father.

But this person is not completely without merit. Edogawa Satoru secretly thought that one should not underestimate anyone, and he is still far from being perfect.

"What grade are you in?" the man asked again.

This corridor is really long, just like a Möbius strip. He is like a prisoner trapped in an endless cycle of prison corridors, and Gojo Satoru is the great devil who judges him.

"You mean academic qualifications? I've already finished junior high school, and I learned some of the knowledge in the first year of high school with my brother."

"You're too old to go to a technical college now—huh?"

They both said at the same time, and then looked at each other.

Finally, Gojo Satoru coughed and continued, "You are really studious... I know you didn't tell the truth completely. It's a good thing to have doubts, but if some poisonous mushrooms in the world of spells knew of your existence, compared to how powerful and disobedient I am, and knew that the second 'Six Eyes' is so weak and has no ambition, they would probably do something bad."

"I don't want to restrict you. You can choose to be protected by the High Commissioner, or continue with your previous life."

"it is good."

"You're so nice - oh, you agreed so quickly. You really surprise me. Haven't you ever considered -"

"No. I don't need to think about so many things. You talk too much nonsense." Edogawa Satoru yawned.

After dinner, he was startled when Gojo Satoru lifted him up to a high altitude, and then was taken to Gojo's house. He was dragged by the servants to take a shower and change clothes, and then walked for more than twenty minutes. Gojo Satoru also strangled him by the collar, making it difficult for him to breathe. Now he is groggy and his brain is probably lacking oxygen.

He is so sleepy.
Do you know that good children should go to bed early and get up early?
For the first time, Gojo Satoru felt that he had nothing to say to a junior. That's right, he was just a kid of twelve or thirteen years old. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he spent all day in the family martial arts training ground, rubbing balls and blowing up buildings, and was chased and beaten by old men.

Come to think of it, Edogawa Satoru is actually as well-behaved as Kei.

Gojo Satoru stopped and lifted Edogawa Satoru high up.

Edogawa Satoru was startled, and a bad premonition came to his mind. But before it could fully emerge, he was thrown by Gojo Satoru and rolled into the room like a snowball.

"Okay, I'll take you to register tomorrow. This will be your room from now on. If you want to do anything, just ring the bell and a servant will come. I'm leaving now."

Edogawa Satoru's hair was all messed up, and he looked at Gojo Satoru with resentment before he disappeared in an instant.

An hour and a half later, he rang the bell: "Well, I want to go to a place to pick up something, can you help me arrange a car?"

The next day, Gojo Satoru opened the door curtain, and the sunlight pierced into Edogawa Satoru's eyes, creating a cloud of mist.

"You're already up. Hi, good morning." Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth.

Edogawa Satoru greeted him politely. He gradually figured out how to get along with Gojo Satoru: if he liked him, he would flatter him, and if he didn't want to be bothered, he would change the subject.

He took out the household registration and gave it to Gojo Satoru: "I went back to my room yesterday and got this. Should I use this to transfer my school registration?"

"OK, I'll keep it for you." Gojo Satoru handed over breakfast and a mask, and took the household registration. He glanced at the boy, who remained expressionless, nodded, and began to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, they exchanged desserts and went to Tokyo Jujutsu High School in a good mood. This is one of the only two private high schools that train Jujutsu masters, the other one is in Kyoto.

Gojo Satoru seems to be busy, so he teleports to the technical high school and takes Edogawa Satoru to see the principal, Yaga Masamichi.

This is also a very strange person. Wouldn’t his eyes go blind if he poked the felt under the dim light?

Edogawa Satoru thought.

[Is this another person with special eyes?]
Sadness is like a wave, hitting the surfer's face hard. Forget about the Edogawa family and Gojo Satoru, but why would Ye Moth Masamichi appear?
In the adult world, the design of "Eyes Have Talent" will not be too common, right?
After Gojo Satoru briefly explained the situation to the principal, he was scolded by Ye Moth.
His student will try his best to make trouble for him!
He sighed and turned to face Edogawa Satoru. He was tall and serious in the shadow of the light. He held the doll and said to Edogawa Satoru: "Why did you come to Tokyo Jugao High School?"

"I'm protected. Gojo Satoru said I'm the second Six Eyes. Check my background and go back to Yokohama after that."

He told the truth.
It's too realistic, only talking about protection and not talking about the sorcerer, which leaves the Night Moth speechless.

The conversation ended quickly, and in the end they verbally agreed that Edogawa Satoru would temporarily become a transfer student in the first year of Ju-High School in the name of protection. He could go out twice a week with someone accompanying him, but he had to wear a mask regardless of whether he was on campus or off.

This mask was provided by the Gojo family, who had not yet discovered that something was missing. It was a cursed tool that could conceal cursed power. "Remember to wear the mask," Gojo Satoru said, "I have something to do and I'll leave first. I've asked your classmate, Megumi Fushiguro, to take you to the classroom." He had already explained everything clearly.

Megumi Fushiguro was one of the classmates who had dinner with Gojo Satoru last night. Edogawa Satoru had investigated him in advance and liked his technique, the Ten Shadow Technique.

Megumi Fushiguro seems to be a cool guy with curly black hair, a bit like a hedgehog.

[My eyelashes are so long...]
They walked in the corridor one after the other, each waiting for the other to speak.

Edogawa Satoru is a mediocre person. He does not have a broad mind or a broad spirit. His world only contains the Edogawa family.

but.

"Megumi Fushiguro" made him realize that maybe he should have a friend?
The boy, who was only four years older than him, finally stopped at the classroom door, raised his right hand and touched the back of his neck, but only touched it once and quickly retracted the hand behind his back, seeming at a loss.

The boy turned his head, his eyes swirling around in his eye sockets, and looked at Edogawa Satoru quietly, and then looked away when they unexpectedly looked at each other. Fushiguro looked at him with the same eyes as last night, revealing complexity and doubt, but he kept silent.

Is he wondering why Edogawa Satoru looks the same as Gojo Satoru?
It's a pity that he doesn't know either and can't tell Fushiguro Megumi.

"My name is Fushiguro Megumi."

"I'm Edogawa Satoru."

They spoke almost at the same time, and the sudden sound hit their eardrums, pressing the switch to shut up.

The scene was a bit funny, with two figures, one tall and one short, one black and one white, standing at the door of the classroom.

Bumping into a stranger's conversation was already a Level 1 embarrassing joke, and standing there together was a Level 2 embarrassing joke. Edogawa Satoru planned to stand in front of Fushiguro Megumi and talk properly, but Fushiguro Megumi also turned around, and Edogawa Satoru bumped into Fushiguro Megumi's chest muscles, and fell backwards with a dizzy head.

When he looked up, he found that Fushiguro Megumi's gaze was even more complicated.

Fushiguro Megumi pulled Wu up and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, I accidentally... My name is Fushiguro Megumi, you can just call me Fushiguro." He didn't mention that they had met yesterday, maybe someone would not like others mentioning that he cried.

Wu nodded and brushed off the dust on his clothes: "I know, I saw you when I was crying yesterday."

Fushiguro: “Ah…” His mood became even more complicated.

He tried his best.

So while waiting for Edogawa Satoru to compose himself, Fushiguro Megumi didn't say a word.

"What a third-level joke."

"what?"

Edogawa Satoru winked at Fushiguro and said, "You fell to the ground just now. It was very funny, right? It can be called third-level humor."

...No, I don't understand at all.

Fushiguro Megumi nodded in response, then opened the door. In the classroom, Nobara Kugisaki was drawing her eyebrows with a small mirror in the sunny spot, while Yuji Itadori was reading a very thick book.

Yuji Itadori also recently entered the world of sorcery. During this period of time, he has been cramming the basic knowledge of sorcery. I heard that he studies late into the night every day, vowing to get good grades in the written test.

Fushiguro Megumi led Satoru into the classroom and introduced him to the other two students: "This is the new transfer student, Edogawa Satoru. He will study with us from now on."
Then he turned to Edogawa Satoru and whispered, "Would you like to introduce yourself? Or should we choose our seats first?"

What a considerate classmate.

"Hello everyone," Satoru waved his hands vigorously, drawing the attention of his classmates to himself, "My name is Edogawa Satoru, I come from a small village in Yokohama, and I am probably about thirteen years old this year."

"You're still a little kid, but you're so happy to go to school." Nobara Kugisaki said to Yuji Itadori.

"Since this is our first meeting, I must make it clear," the white-haired boy glanced around, his eyes sweeping across his future classmates. His eyes, as blue as the sky, shone in the sunlight outside the window, full of vitality and youth. "I want to show you myself honestly."

"I am a mediocre person with no abilities at all. My grades are average and my athletic ability is very poor. I just came into contact with cursed power not long ago and I have no intention of removing cursed spirits. I will not become a curser like you in the future, let alone become your partner."

"My dream is to be a gigolo, protected by others, have endless sweets, and live with my family forever without being disturbed by the outside world. By the way, my ideal type is someone with black hair, squinty eyes, good looks, smart brain, and the ability to support me."

"If you place your hopes on me and think that I will be a reliable helper when you encounter difficulties in the future, then I can only say sorry, I absolutely cannot help you and will not help you."

"Because I'm a waste." He ended his speech with a smile.

There was silence.

After a while, Kugisaki Nobara muttered to herself: "Using Gojo Satoru's face to call me a waste, it's full of sarcasm..."

Yuji Itadori looked dazed, and with his small eyes he looked at Nobara Kugisaki: "Is this what you call happy?"

Fushiguro Megumi was the only one who did not lose his composure. He was already dumbfounded when he heard Gojo Satoru say that Edogawa Satoru was Gojo Satoru himself.

He even analyzed it calmly.

Black hair, squinty eyes, good looks, smart, and able to support Gojo Satoru.

Damn, Gojo Satoru’s aesthetic taste is surprisingly consistent.

Xia Youjie, is this the reason why you defected?
(End of this chapter)