The sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed through the corridor.
About half a minute later, the lock was turned. A woman in black with a curvaceous figure stepped inside. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and radiated a mature, seductive aura that was incredibly captivating.
Following behind her was an expressionless youth with long hair of the same golden hue. He looked mixed-race and appeared to be not much older than the current Satoru Gojo.
Though he had refined features, his body was tense, giving off a dangerous, "don't mess with me" vibe.
He was like a pitch-black wolf cub.
Seeing the white-haired boy on the bed still asleep, the woman didn't hesitate. she leaned in and playfully stroked Gojo's right cheek, whispering, "What a beautiful child. No wonder That Person made him a..."
Made him a what? Gojo, pretending to sleep, wished she'd continue, but she smiled slightly and stopped herself, placing an index finger against her lips.
"Are you awake? If you are, open your eyes... pretty boy." Her identity was already obvious.
Vermouth. The Witch of a Thousand Faces in the world of Conan, the "half-bottle of fake wine" in the Black Organization, and the woman specifically favored by the Boss.
However, at this point in time, she hadn't met her "Angel" yet. She was a 100% genuine member of the Organization.
It didn't matter that she caught him faking.
His snow-white eyelashes fluttered, and Satoru Gojo opened his eyes.
His first performance in this world was about to begin. He just hadn't expected to find himself in the Black Organization... facing this difficult witch right from the start.
The "Wine Factory," huh...
The irony wasn't lost on him; the original Gojo's greatest weakness was actually alcohol.
So, what was the personality of the original Satoru Gojo at the very beginning?
Memories of Gojo's childhood flashed through his mind. The immense wariness of the Jujutsu world, the fanatical expectations of the clan servants, the indulgence and spoiling of his elders... Yes, a spoiled, arrogant brat who lacked equal friendships and was therefore somewhat lonely.
Those crystal-clear blue eyes looked straight at the woman in front of him. The boy, looking like a "Child of God," slowly sat up. He yawned first, then asked in a completely indifferent tone:
"Who are you?"
Vermouth had always been fond of magnificent treasures. The boy's eyes were so beautiful that she felt a desire to collect them. Yet, under the gaze of those eyes, she felt as if she were standing naked, completely seen through. It was as if her thoughts and feelings were totally exposed to those eyes, with nowhere to hide.
Vermouth was surprised, but she also found it logical.
Since he was a child valued by That Person, he must have some extraordinary qualities. Her eyes shimmered as her red lips parted: "You can call me... Ms. Vermouth."
"You're named Satoru Gojo, right? Can I call you Satoru-kun?"
Gojo was slightly surprised by her attitude but kept his composure. He simply curled his lip and said, "I won't call someone with such an ugly name 'Ms.'"
"What an impolite child." Vermouth, instead of being offended, grew more interested. She raised an eyebrow and said, "You should know that this is my codename. Didn't That Person mention it?"
When she received no answer, she paused and continued, "Alright. It seems he doesn't dote on me enough... But Satoru-kun, you know why you're here, don't you?"
"That Person personally gave the order for you to participate in the Organization's training camp here. Although your relationship with him is very special, he doesn't intend to be soft-hearted. He wants to treat you equally—everyone who survives here is an elite killer. Within three years, if you cannot surpass everyone else on this island and earn a codename, you will be abandoned by him. However, he seems to have extraordinary confidence in you. Hehe..."
Listening to her words, Gojo began to speculate about his identity in this world.
He was inextricably linked to the Boss of the Black Organization... perhaps there was a "Gojo Family" in this world too, and the Boss had made some sort of deal with the family head. Knowing Gojo's terrifying talent, the Boss had sent him here for training. He just wasn't sure if Jujutsu Sorcerers actually existed in this world...
While pondering his identity, Gojo looked up at Vermouth and said, "Confidence? Well, of course." The white-haired "God-Child" of the Six Eyes snorted and looked down on her, saying, "Because... I am the strongest, after all."
The sheer arrogance in his tone was quite convincing.
Vermouth froze for a few seconds before breaking into a laugh. "You really are interesting. I'm starting to like you, Satoru-kun."
Gojo replied dismissively, "But I hate you."
The woman's smile faltered slightly, as if she had taken a blow. "I really didn't expect that... has my charm declined recently? Both of you are giving me no face at all."
The "both" obviously referred to Gojo and the other person in the room.
She looked at the long-haired boy who had remained silent the entire time and said, "Jin-kun, Satoru-kun comes from the same country as you, doesn't he? Getting along should feel quite familiar."
"So... from today on, you two are roommates and partners. Jin-kun has been here for two years and is very strong. If there's anything Satoru-kun doesn't know, he can ask you for guidance. No problem, right?"
The long-haired boy's expression was grim, and a dark aura seemed to radiate from him. But as an orphan with no background, despite his high level in the training camp, he clearly couldn't defy the request of a woman who held a codename and high status in the Organization.
"...I understand."
He spoke, his voice cold and raspy.
Gojo knew exactly who this boy was. This was the future backbone of the Wine Factory, the only "workaholic" who didn't slack off, and the culprit who would turn Kudo Shinichi into Conan: Gin.
Or, rather, Ginzo Kurosawa.
He looked young and actually quite cute now; his hair hadn't even turned white from stress yet (lol). Hard to imagine he would become so terrifying later.
Ah, Sherry~
Ahem, stop that.
So, he and Gin were both assassins being raised by the Organization? There were still eighteen years until the plot began, which meant he had to hang around the Black Organization for eighteen years?
The mere thought made his vision go dark.
Fine... it seemed the current main quest was: Stand out in the training camp and earn a codename.
Maintaining his "looking down his nose at people" arrogance, Gojo tilted his head slightly, using the tone of an insufferable young master.
"Teach me? Is he even qualified?"
The current Kurosawa Jin hadn't yet developed deep cunning. With a darkened face, he said, "Kid, once I fight you, you'll find out."
Although Vermouth enjoyed the spectacle, she stepped in to stop the impending conflict. "Satoru-kun just arrived and isn't used to this place. When training starts tomorrow, Jin-kun can teach him more."
Her beautiful eyes held a meaningful glint. After arranging Gojo's affairs, she vanished as quietly as a ghost.
Without Vermouth's interference, the two boys of similar age glared at each other, no longer hiding their mutual malice.
Kurosawa Jin said in a low voice, "Satoru Gojo, right? I don't care what your relationship is with That Person. Once you come to this place, you have to learn to kill like a hyena." He looked coldly at the white-haired boy, his aura already beginning to take shape. "Tomorrow, I'll grind you under my heel." He absolutely loathed the look on this kid's face that seemed to regard no one as his equal—it made him want to kill him.
"Oh? Just you?"
Gojo hopped off the bed, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, happily discovering he was a bit taller than Gin.
With a superior expression, he mocked, "Small fry always talk too much."
"..."
Kurosawa Jin clenched his fists, desperately wanting to put a bullet through his head.
Must endure...
Thousands of miles away, a helicopter was roaring in the sky.
"Yes, Boss, everything is settled. But... that child is very important to you, isn't he? Yet you put him in such a cruel place... They can't guarantee his safety. If by any chance..."
The blonde, seductive woman held the radio, revealing her true thoughts.
A distorted electronic voice came from the receiver. "If he can't even overcome this small difficulty, then I have no further use for him."
"However, I believe he has the talent."
Vermouth's eyes flickered. She looked back at the small island that was slowly turning into a tiny dot. "In that case, I really look forward to seeing that child again in three years."