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

In the following days, Gojo Satoru became noticeably busier.

Busy as it is, it's actually quite structured.

During the day, he went on missions and attended classes as usual, while Ichiji secretly conducted investigations. At night, he would go through the compiled materials when he got home.

Most of the information relates to the three main families and several families closely connected with the management department.

Which family's branch suddenly ran out of funds? Which elder's private residence inexplicably caught fire? Which person, who usually jumps around the most during the director's meetings, was chased for three blocks by an out-of-control cursed spirit when he went out in the middle of the night, and ended up so disheveled that he even lost his dentures?

As Gojo Satoru looked at the compiled intelligence, his smile deepened.

"Oh dear." He crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa, lazily turning a page. "Everyone's been having a pretty exciting time lately."

Kikawa Sumi, who was sitting next to him looking at the medical records, only glanced up when she heard this.

"What did you find out?"

"Still screening." Gojo Satoru spread out several documents, tapping the family crests on them with his fingertip. "Although some people's misfortunes are quite sudden, there are also quite a few people in the world of jutsu who don't like each other and trip each other up behind their backs. We have to first distinguish which ones are cause and effect."

Kikawa Sumi glanced at the names and didn't ask any further questions.

Meanwhile, Sumire Kawakawa also started going to the vocational high school from time to time.

He didn't arrange any formal courses for himself; most of the time, he just stayed on the sidelines as an advisor, accompanying students on missions, watching them train, and offering a few pointers.

On the first day of training, as soon as he stepped into the training field, the three first-grade children were already standing there in neat rows.

Yuji Itadori flexed his wrists, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Dr. Kikawa! Can we have a real sparring match today?"

Kugizaki Nobara slung the hammer over her shoulder and raised her chin: "Just watching Maki-senpai and the others get beaten up doesn't feel real at all. We want to try it too."

Fushiguro Megumi stood to the side, not as excited as the two of them, but her staring eyes made her attitude very clear.

Sumire looked at them and remained silent for a moment.

"Sure?"

Haddō immediately nodded: "Confirmed!"

Kugizaki: "Of course I'm sure."

Fushiguro Megumi: "Please advise me."

Kikawa Sumi didn't try to persuade him any further, but simply rolled up her sleeves.

"it is good."

Three minutes later, Huzhang lay on his back on the ground, looking at the sky above the training field with a blank expression.

"...So fast."

Kugizaki sat to the side, his hammer thrown two meters away, his face dark with fear.

"Completely untouchable."

Fushiguro Megumi knelt on one knee, forcing the Jade Dog to retreat back into the shadows.

The moment his shoulder was gripped by Kikawa Sumi, his entire center of gravity was completely shifted, and he didn't even have time to complete the subsequent spell sequence.

Kikawa Sumi stood before them, her breathing steady, not even the hem of her clothes disheveled.

"Want to try again?"

Tiger Stick almost sprang up instantly.

"Again!"

So they came again.

The result was as expected.

Itachi's frontal charge was dodged to the side, and the next second his knee went numb, and he was slammed to the ground by his shoulder; Kugizaki tried to create distance and use his nails to restrict Sumi Kikawa's movements, but Kugizaki cut into his blind spot a step ahead, and he didn't even get to swing his hammer completely;

Fushiguro Megumi tried to use her shikigami to compress the space, but every change in rhythm was anticipated and her coordination was completely dismantled before it could even begin.

When Gojo Satoru trains them, he often does so with such ease that it makes people angrier the more they fight.

He just stood there, neither dodging nor in a hurry, occasionally raising his hand to block, while saying things that made people's blood pressure soar, as if their all-out attack was nothing more than children throwing paper balls in his eyes.

Sumi Kichikawa is different.

He rarely took the initiative to attack. More often than not, he simply watched them make their moves and then countered accordingly.

But precisely because of this, every move is seen through, and every intention is cut off in advance, making the sense of failure even more intense.

That feeling of being completely understood from beginning to end always makes you feel like you've already lost before you've even started to win.

Finally, Itadori was thrown into the mat again, Kugizaki's hammer was kicked aside, and Fushiguro Megumi, panting, held onto her knees.

Yuji Itadori sat up unsteadily, shook his head, and finally asked with some curiosity, "Dr. Kikawa."

"Um?"

"Why do you always just react to each move and never take the initiative?"

Sumi Kichikawa looked down at him.

Itadori rubbed his sore shoulder and added earnestly, "It's just... you rarely attack first. If you did, we'd probably lose even faster, right?"

Kugizaki also stood up, supporting himself on his knees: "Yeah. It's like we're handing our weaknesses over to you every time, which makes us even angrier."

Although Fushiguro Megumi was still standing, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped from his forehead. He looked at Kikkawa Sumi, waiting for an explanation.

Sumi Kichikawa looked down at them, seemingly thinking seriously for a moment.

"Because my previous job was rather unusual."

Hadana propped herself up: "Last job?"

"Yes," said Sumi Kikawa. "Most of my martial arts techniques are designed to kill with a single blow."

All three of them were stunned.

Even Maki, who had been watching with great interest, turned her head to look over.

Sumi Kichikawa considered for a moment, seemingly deciding what she could say: "In those kinds of battles, the first strike and a misjudgment can directly determine life or death. I rarely need to consider how to make someone get back up alive after I've knocked them down."

Huzhang blinked.

Fushiguro Megumi's gaze also darkened.

Sumi Kikawa continued, "Therefore, when sparring with you, it's more effective to control your strength by reacting to your moves rather than launching an attack. This will minimize your risk of injury."

After he finished speaking, the training ground was quiet for a short while.

Tiger Stick slowly sat up straight.

Kugizaki stopped rubbing his wrist and just looked at him with a frown.

Fushiguro said in a low voice, "Because if you launch an attack, you're more likely to subconsciously choose the most effective method."

"almost."

"So what did you do before?" Kugizaki immediately pressed. "Your job before becoming a doctor wasn't dealing with dangerous people, was it?"

The panda stroked its chin: "Sounds like an assassin."

"Bonito flakes".

"I'm just speculating reasonably."

Itadori was completely captivated by this question: "Dr. Kikawa, what was your profession before? Why is even your martial arts so strange?"

Kikawa Sumi didn't answer. He just glanced at them and turned to walk off the field.

"Ten-minute break."

"Hey? You haven't answered yet!"

"We'll continue in ten minutes."

"How could this happen!" Itadori wailed, collapsing back onto the cushion. "At least Gojo-sensei would tell us some strange things!"

"I heard that," came Gojo Satoru's voice from afar.

He didn't know when he had finished work, and was leaning against the entrance of the training field, holding two drinks in his hand.

"Satoru, you're back so quickly," said Sumirei Kawakawa.

"Because someone missed me." Gojo Satoru walked over and handed him one of the cups. "And I heard you beat up the first-year students pretty badly, so I came back to check on them."

Itadori immediately sat up and complained, "Gojo-sensei, Dr. Kikawa is even worse than you!"

"Really?" Gojo Satoru looked down at him. "So, did you win?"

Itadori fell silent. Kugizaki also fell silent. Fushiguro Megumi looked away.

Gojo Satoru smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems Xiaocheng did a pretty good job."

"Don't talk like you're not a teacher," Kugizaki said irritably.