Saturo Gojo leaned back in the sofa, arms crossed behind his head, his white hair catching the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the window.
His expression was one of pure nonchalance, but his eyes, hidden behind the familiar black blindfold, were scanning everything around him with his Six Eyes.
Next to him, Benio Adashino quietly nibbled on a Hagi cake she had bought, her delicate fingers handling it with care.
Her dark hair shimmered as the sunlight glinted off the strands, and her expression was calm, yet a subtle tension could be felt—one that only Gojo could detect.
Meanwhile, Umaru Gojo, ever the mischievous little sister type, was busy with some yellow powder she had discovered.
She sprinkled it carelessly on the floor, giggling, her small hands moving rapidly as if she were casting some minor jutsu.
Gojo's sharp gaze flicked to Benio. I wonder… is her power leaning more towrds Yin or sun?
In the original lore, Benio had two settings: the power of Yin and the power of the Sun. Taiyin's power, when fully awakened, transformed her into what Gojo jokingly thought of as a "filthy princess," untamable and wild. The Sun's power, however, was injected by Seigen Amawaka to harmonize with her Yin, giving rise to the potential "Child of God"—a perfect balance of Yin and Yang.
Even with all this immense potential, Gojo knew one thing for sure: with his Six Eyes and Limitless technique, he remained untouchable. Nothing could truly kill him, and defeating him was impossible without sealing him.
Silently, he removed the blindfold, revealing his eyes, which gleamed like polished gemstones, reflecting the intricate aura patterns of those around him.
In mere seconds, he analyzed Benio.
It's… not too much Yin.
Satisfied, he replaced the blindfold and leaned back into the sofa with a faint smirk — still manageable.
She won't explode into chaos just yet.
Umaru squealed, bouncing with energy.
"Onii-chan! Look! Yellow powder can float if I sprinkle it like this!"
Gojo waved an indifferent hand. "Good for you, little genius."
Benio, undisturbed, continued her calm snacking, but her dark eyes occasionally flicked to Gojo, as if weighing his intentions.
While, Umaru pouted at her brother uninterested behavior.
.....
Subo High School,
The next day, Hiratsuka Shizuka walked slowly through Sobu High's hallways.
Despite having taken leave yesterday, her body still felt sore.
Every step reminded her of the events of the previous night. Gojo's… size… his… presence… not something ordinary men have.
As she pushed open the office door, she saw Chihiro Sengoku at her desk, frowning, and Naruko Yokoshima dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Uh… what happened?" Hiratsuka asked, slightly flustered.
Chihiro shook her head, exasperated.
"Do you even remember what you said? You promised we'd watch out for each other's, vowed to stay single until old age, and even talked about raising a daughter together at an orphanage. And yet… you went completely overboard!"
Naruko chimed in, her voice wavering. "Hiratsuka sensei… you betrayed us!"
Hiratsuka's face flushed.
Wait, what? I… what are they talking about?
Chihiro sighed. "Have you forgotten the message you sent me the night before?"
Hiratsuka's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't touched her phone yesterday—she'd been catching up on sleep. Pulling it out, she scrolled LINE messages.
[Chihiro: Hiratsuka, are you going to drink tonight? I failed the blind date again… these men… impossible to even look at. (12:35 AM)
Shizuka: No, I'm going to deal with Gojo. (12:37 AM)]
Suddenly, memories returned.
Gojo had used her phone, sending a message to Chihiro without her realizing it.
Hiratsuka straightened.
"Chihiro, I had a late-night snack with Gojo. That's all. Nothing else."
Chihiro tilted her head. "Then why did you take leave yesterday? And Gojo-kun also took leave…"
Hiratsuka ignored them, sitting quietly and waiting for Gojo to arrive and offer an explanation.
While, Chihiro continue to stare at her quietly, with Naruko crying her heart out at the sudden betray of her friend.
....
Within a minute, the door slammed open.
"Ahahaha! Back at Sobu High again!" Gojo announced, his white hair glinting as he strolled in, casual as ever.
Before he could take a step, Shizuka's expression twisted in mock fury.
"White-haired bastard!!!"
"What did I do now???" Gojo asked, feigning confusion.
.....
In Year F, Gojo had arrived wearing gauze on his head, leaning on a cane, but his expression remained unbothered.
The students stared in shock, whispering and stifling laughter, paying little attention to the lecture.
"Gojo-sensei…" Kitagawa Marin timidly raised her hand.
"Huh? What is it, Kitagawa-san?" Gojo asked, pretending innocence.
"Why… why are you dressed like that today?" Kitagawa stifled a laugh, covering her mouth.
Nearby, Shirakawa Shiroha and Benio looked down, trying not to show their amused faces.
Others release a suppressed snickers, whispering about Gojo's gauze and cane.
In seconds, the classroom erupted with laughter — the student were unable to hold back.
"Yes! Gojo-sensei must have had a car accident!"
"No, he probably seduced someone else's girlfriend and got beaten!"
"Or maybe it's someone else's wife?"
"Well, anything's possible with Gojo sensei."
Gojo stared blankly, then shook his head slowly.
"You brats… I just accidentally fell while rescuing a kitten," he muttered.
The students murmured in acknowledgment, though laughter still bubbled under the surface.
Wordlessly, Gojo rolled his eyes, picked up his book, and prepared to continue the lecture.
.....
Suddenly, a deafening shout came from the corridor.
"Someone's fighting on the third floor in second grade! Lets go and see it!!!"
Gojo tore off his gauze, flicked his cane aside, and sprinted toward the scene with shocking speed.
The students froze.
Wait… Gojo-sensei's leg was broken, right? How is he running like that?!