Underestimated – Chapter 150
Mei Mei stood frozen.
Her breath slowed… Her mind raced.
"What? How… when did he…?"
Her eyes flicked to Jiro's crumpled body against the cracked wall. The dust hadn't even settled yet. She hadn't blinked, and still—she missed it.
"Did he even use cursed energy in that fight…?"
The revolver was still in his hand.
Six shots.
A gentle push.
"He sent Jiro flying like that…? With just that…?!"
Her heart beat once—sharp and heavy.
"Is that his true power?"
For a moment, she forgot about Ogami entirely.
But Ogami hadn't forgotten anything. No—she was remembering far too much.
Her hands trembled. Her knees almost buckled.
"How…? He dissected Jiro's cursed technique so quickly…"
She'd seen it with her own eyes—how effortlessly Ren read, adapted, and neutralized.
"I thought he'd struggle at least a little. Jiro isn't weak! It's not even been a full minute!"
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She turned to flee.
But—
"Hey now."
Ren's voice cut the air like a blade.
Calm. Amused. Commanding.
"No leaving."
He took a breath, then added, sweetly:
"Come sit on the couch. Mei Mei, darling—would you mind tying up both of our guests?"
And just like that, he turned his back on both of them, walking casually to the couch. He sat down slowly, dropping himself into the cushions like a man settling in after a long day. With one lazy motion, he propped his feet up on the table and flicked open the revolver.
Empty.
Six shots were used. Not a single bullet left.
He sighed and tossed the gun on the table. Then he kicked his feet up, like he was watching a movie.
Mei Mei blinked once, then wordlessly turned.
She grabbed Ogami by the arm and yanked her back down, twisting her onto her spine. Ogami winced.
"Mei Mei! What are you doing?! Why are you listening to him?!"
Ogami's voice cracked with disbelief.
"I can pay you more! Triple whatever he's giving you!"
But Mei Mei didn't even look at her.
She found a towel—ripped and nearby—and tied Ogami's wrists tightly behind her back.
Then she walked over to Jiro's unconscious body and looked down at him, eyes scanning the damage.
She muttered to herself:
"He got hit hard… really hard…"
The cracked wall. The bruises are already forming.
Ren hadn't even looked like he tried.
She swallowed.
"He changed up so fast…"
Just moments ago he had been warm, flirty, and playful—even making her blush.
But now?
Now he sat on the couch like a king. Calm. Cold. In control.
"He switched his emotions so fast. Not like a child…"
A chill ran through her.
"It's not something insane… but for someone his age… that's scary."
When Mei Mei finished dragging Jiro next to Ogami, she walked back toward the couch and sat down beside Ren.
She didn't say much. Just a quiet but sharp command, her voice slicing through the tension like a blade:
"Shut up."
It was cold. Flat. Final. Ogami's mouth opened in disbelief.
"What do you mean shut up?! I don't understand why you're doing this! How did you even know anything?! You're both going against the jujutsu higher—"
Her voice rose.
"You're turning against the jujutsu higher-ups! Against the jujutsu society!"—
"Oi."
Ren's voice snapped across the room.
"Shut the fuck up, old hag."
Ogami's mouth slammed shut.
Ren leaned forward.
His feet came down from the table. His hands folded together slowly, resting on his knees.
His tone was annoyed now—but quiet.
"I know you're not from the jujutsu higher-ups. You're not fooling anyone."
And Ogami was frozen.
"Don't you understand yet?"
And just to make his point, he turned toward Mei Mei—and pointed the revolver at Mei.
"She's mine."
The words were calm. As if he were stating the weather.
"Or in other words…" he tilted his head, locking eyes with Ogami, "…she's under me."
He smiled.
"And you?"
He lowered the revolver slowly.
"You're fucked."
Ogami couldn't breathe.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow bursts.
"What… what did he just say…?"
'Mei Mei is… under him?'
Her mind tried to deny it.
"No… That can't be right. Mei Mei's smart. She wouldn't follow a boy like him…!"
But her eyes couldn't lie.
Mei Mei wasn't resisting.
She wasn't looking for an escape.
She was sitting next to him. Calm. Still. Composed.
Ogami's lips parted. A breathless whisper escaped her mind:
"Oh god… I underestimated him."
Completely. He's not the next Gojo Satoru. He's something worse…
Her throat dried.
'Is this the real Ren Sato?' Ogami's mind was on fire…
"Shit."