Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

In Tokyo late at night, a light drizzle began to fall.

When Sumi Kichikawa pushed open the apartment door, the room was quiet, with only a warm yellow motion-sensor light on in the entryway.

Gojo Satoru has a cross-prefecture "business trip" tonight and sent a text message saying he would be home late. He is obviously not home yet.

Kikawa Sumi changed out of her shoes, which were slightly damp from the night rain, and threw the trench coat she had worn to an abandoned, unfinished building into the washing machine.

After doing all this, he went into the bathroom.

Warm water poured down from the showerhead, washing over the seemingly slender and frail body that actually contained terrifying explosive power.

Amidst the rising steam, Kikawa Sumi closed his eyes, letting the citrus-scented shower gel foam thoroughly wash away the barely perceptible trace of decay and blood that had clung to him outside.

Twenty minutes later, Kikawa Sumi, drying her half-dry hair and wearing soft cotton loungewear, sank into the large, comfortable fabric sofa in the living room.

The apartment was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Kikawa Sumi picked up a glass of warm water, took a small sip, then tilted her head back slightly and leaned against the sofa back.

He began to organize all the information he had gathered that evening.

Cursed spirits, cursed power, sorcerers, curse masters...

A crazy world completely hidden behind common sense, built from negative human emotions.

So, what role does his enlightenment play in this world?

Sumi Kikawa first ruled out the possibility that Satoru Gojo was a "curse master" in her mind.

People like Rin Furukawa are like rats in the gutter, exuding a sticky feeling of someone who has been crawling and struggling in the dark world and can't stand the light.

However, the five insights are different.

Gojo Satoru always exudes a dazzling aura of righteousness, even arrogance.

He would brazenly hold his hand in the sunlight to queue up for limited-edition crepes; at home, he would cling to him like a large feline, demanding kisses and hugs.

He loves sweets and acting cute. Even though he can be arrogant and domineering at times, he is still very honest and kind at heart.

Those kinds of people are born to stand in the brightest places, completely unrelated to the dark, desperate group of curse masters.

Then, there's only one possibility left: Gojo Satoru is a sorcerer.

Sumire Kikawa recalled the details of her time with Satoru Gojo: frequent business trips, vague work assignments, exhaustion from returning home in the early hours of the morning, the occasional faint, unusual scent emanating from him, and his overly robust physique and remarkably sharp reflexes—

Everything makes sense now.

Rin Furukawa said that sorcerers are organized, and Satoru Gojo calls himself a "high school teacher"—so he must be the teacher in charge of nurturing the younger generation.

Yuujin Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugizaki... they are probably young sorcerers who are currently being trained.

However, judging from Wu's packed schedule, he must be teaching while exorcising cursed spirits.

So, was his enlightenment, those late nights when he was so exhausted he didn't even want to speak, those non-stop rushing around, all for the sake of fighting against those monsters formed from the filthiest malice of humankind?

How much unimaginable pressure did that young man, who would whine and plead if he couldn't get a limited-edition dessert, silently bear in the shadows?

Sumire Kikawa's breathing tightened slightly.

In an instant, he was suddenly overcome by a strong impulse.

He wanted to see Gojo Satoru.

If we could peel back the facade of being an "ordinary high school teacher," and remove the sunglasses and eye patch that always conceal our emotions...

What kind of expression would those beautiful, azure eyes, which seemed to hold the entire sky, have when facing the real underworld?

Is it cold-heartedness?

Or is it pity?

But this thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before being forcibly suppressed by Sumi Kichikawa.

He doesn't intend to break the ice.

Gojo Satoru's choice to conceal the truth must have been based on his own considerations.

Perhaps it was to protect him, this "ordinary person," or perhaps Gojo Satoru simply craved a pure and ordinary daily life in this small apartment, a life free from curses and killing.

Since this is the safe haven that Wu wants, then he will protect it for him.

Moreover... didn't he himself also use the identity of an "ordinary pediatrician" to conceal his identity as an outsider from Wu?

Therefore, as long as Wu is by his side and as long as Wu is safe, that is enough.

Kikawa Sumi let out a soft breath, leaned slightly to the side, and reached out to hug the black cat plush toy leaning against the sofa armrest.

The soft down brushed against the back of my hand, and some inexplicable emotion gently stirred in my heart.

Kikawa Sumi looked down at the doll in her arms, her chin gently resting on the cat ears, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly. Even the overly sharp thoughts from before were soothed by this warmth.

He continued to think about it.

If Gojo Satoru and the others are indeed sorcerers, then what they face every day are things formed from negative emotions.

So, what can he do without revealing his identity?

Directly intervening in the battle is certainly not a good option.

That would expose myself and disrupt the hard-won, relatively stable balance we have now.

Moreover, since Gojo Satoru has always presented himself as an "ordinary person" behind this facade, it means that the other party does not want him to be exposed to those dangers for the time being.

If that's the case, then let's try a different approach.

For example... could we add an extra layer of protection for him and those children?

A flash of inspiration struck me.

Kikawa Sumi's eyes flickered slightly as she looked down at her empty palm.

Perhaps he could create a protective amulet and then embed a miniature version of the [Boundless Realm] into it.

It doesn't need to be fully expanded or aggressive; it only needs to retain the most basic concepts of "isolation" and "closure," constructing a tiny, dormant, closed space inside the amulet.

Normally, it can suppress the wearer's aura and filter out some minor negative emotions; but when the wearer suffers a truly fatal impact, the Boundless Realm will be passively activated, briefly deploying a protective barrier.

If we can buy them that one moment of respite, there's still room for things to turn around.

The more Sumi Kichikawa thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and she gradually straightened up from her lazy posture on the sofa.

He carefully went through the structure and potential rejection issues in his mind, confirming that with his current level of control, he could definitely achieve this level of fine weaving.

Then, he got up and went to the study, opened a drawer, and checked the materials for making the amulet.

He carefully selected suitable colors for the young students: Yuji Itsuki was always full of energy, like a little sun, so he chose bright orange; Megumi Fushiguro was introverted and calm, so he chose dark green; Nobara Kugisaki was a flamboyant and beautiful girl, so she chose light pink.

As for Gojo Satoru...

Kikawa Sumi's fingertips paused for a moment, then she pulled out a piece of extremely fine dark blue silk from the bottom layer.

He chose the same color as the lucky bag he had given to Wu when they first met, and prepared to embroider a crescent moon and a few stars on it with silver thread.

Like the night sky, and also like those overly beautiful eyes after the veil has been removed.

The night grew deeper.

The desk lamp cast a warm glow around the desk.

Kikawa Sumi sat at the table and first laid out several pieces of cut fabric one by one. The colors looked gentle and clean under the light.

Orange, dark green, light pink, and that dark blue fabric, a deeper color, that was specially reserved for Gojo Satoru.

Every stitch was neat and tidy, with the seams so perfect that it was almost impossible to find any flaws.

During the sewing process, he gradually wove the power of rules within his body into the fibers of the fabric.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary, exquisitely handmade amulet without any abnormalities.

"Buzzing—"

The phone on the table vibrated. It was a text message from Gojo Satoru:

【Xiao Cheng~ I can go home tomorrow evening! I miss you!】

Following this was an exaggerated meme of a white kitten with its arms outstretched, begging for a hug.

A smile unconsciously crept into Sumire's eyes. Her fingertip paused on the screen for a moment before she quickly replied.

Be careful on the road.

After thinking for a moment, I added another sentence.

I'll make you curry when I get back.

After the message was sent, the other party replied almost instantly.

I love Xiaocheng the most!!

This was followed by a series of exaggerated, somewhat noisy, heart and sticker emojis.

Looking at the emoticon on the screen, Sumi Kichikawa's eyes were filled with a smile.

He typed with one hand, replying: 【Okay, be careful on the road, waiting for you to come home.】

He put down his phone, picked up his needle and thread again, and continued sewing.