On the side, the trio of Ishida, Takahashi, and Shibasaki opened their mouths wide, their eyes staring perfectly round, their faces filled with disbelief.
Not long ago, they were still mocking Kuroba Kaito for having "no dad to love him and no mom to care for him," and saying that no matter how they bullied him, no one would stand up for him. Who could have thought the face-slapping would come this fast?
"Eh?! That super stylish man is Kuroba's uncle?!"
"So amazing—just like a character in a manga!"
"Could it be that the Kuroba family is actually a rich and powerful underworld family? Something like the 'Kuroba Group'?"
"You couldn't tell at all normally! This fellow Kaito is truly hiding his light under a bushel."
"No wonder he isn't afraid of Ishida and them at all, turns out he has such a powerful background..."
"Terrifying as this, it's simply terrifying as this!"
Hearing the amazed exclamations of the surrounding classmates, the temperature on Kuroba Kaito's face rose rapidly due to shame, hot enough to fry an egg.
He had guessed long ago that Gojo Satoru planned to take the opportunity to stir up trouble, but this kind of exaggerated scene was still beyond his expectation.
"Help! This isn't filming a gangster movie, is there a need to make such a big display?"
"Also, you clearly promised not to call me Little Kaito! Uncle, you big liar!!"
He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately, or simply have Gojo Satoru perform his "teleportation magic"—whose method still hadn't been cracked yet—on the spot to change him away.
Gojo Satoru, however, seemed completely unaware of how big a sensation he had caused. He just walked straight toward Kaito and Aoko with a smile.
With the hem of his trench coat fluttering slightly behind him, paired with that face that was handsome enough to make both gods and men angry, wherever he went, the crowd would split open a path subconsciously.
Gojo Satoru placed his hand very naturally on Kaito's stiff shoulder, and also greeted Aoko.
Next, he tilted his head slightly, looking through his sunglasses at the ash-faced Ishida trio, asking in a friendly tone: "Little Kaito, are these three your classmates? Could it be that they are the ones you often mention to me... hmm, Ishida-kun, Takahashi-kun, and Shibasaki-kun?"
The trio shivered violently, looking at Kaito with uncertainty and alarm—
He, he often mentioned them to his uncle?! What did he mention?!
Could it be that those previous pranks made this big boss feel dissatisfied, and now he came to settle accounts? No, no, it wouldn't go that far, right! Not to mention Kuroba played them back several times instead, they were also just a few elementary students! No matter what, they wouldn't be deliberately retaliated against... right?
Along with increasingly ridiculous wild thoughts, they swallowed their saliva, retreating backward in unison.
However, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face became more and more brilliant and genial. He bent down slightly, leaning a bit closer. His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the three boys to hear perfectly clear.
"I, you see, have investigated quite a lot of things about you guys in school. I heard that you and Kaito seem to get along... not, very, pleasantly?" He intentionally dragged out the words "not very pleasantly," his gaze behind the sunglasses carrying a physical pressure as it swept slowly across the three people's instantly pale faces.
"This makes me, as an uncle, a little bit worried."
Gojo Satoru let out a soft sigh. His tone was extremely gentle, but it made the three boys feel terrified for some reason. Like being wrapped around the neck by a venomous snake, they didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
They seemed to already see the terrifying scene of themselves being dragged into the cars by the black-clothed bodyguards, and then on a dark and windy night, being tied with cement blocks and sunk into Tokyo Bay, dying without a corpse... All kinds of plots from underworld movies emerged uncontrollably, making them almost lose their minds from fear.
And this white-haired youth with a harmless face before them had already been imagined in their brains as a terrifying existence that ate people without spitting out bones.
"Plea—pleasant! Very pleasant!"
Ishida was the first to react, his voice sharp enough to almost break: "We and Kuroba-student are good friends! Right?" He forcefully poked the two stupidly dazed people beside him.
"Right, right, right! Especially pleasant!"
"Kuroba-student is a particularly good person! We all particularly like him!"
Takahashi and Shibasaki also nodded in a hurry, the smiles they squeezed out looking worse than crying.
"Oh? Is that so?" Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow in mock surprise: "Then I am relieved. After all, our Little Kaito has such a good personality, I thought he would be bullied by some blind fellows. If there really were that kind of annoying brat..."
He didn't finish his words, but just smiled meaningfully. But this smile was enough to make the trio lose their souls.
"That... I, I seem to see my mom coming over! I want to go find my mom!"
"Right, right, right! The parent-teacher meeting is about to start! We have to hurry over!"
"Goodbye Kuroba-student! Goodbye Kuroba Uncle-Lord!"
The three shouted randomly in an incoherent way, running out of sight while pushing and shoving each other, as if there was a ghost chasing behind them.
Looking at the pathetic appearance of the few people fleeing the scene, Gojo Satoru lamented with regret: "Children nowadays really have small courage~ Clearly they were so arrogant when speaking ill of people, but in the end, they dare not move facing a few words from an adult."
Sigh, after all they were elementary students, so for now he could only threaten them verbally. Of course, if such a threat still didn't work, or if this group of people relapsed into old habits in the future... then don't blame him for showing no mercy.
Kaito couldn't help criticizing in his mind: "Clearly it's you, Uncle, who intentionally pretended to be a gangster to intimidate them to have this kind of effect! Did you hear what the classmates are saying about me? What underworld second generation, extreme path young master! I have already dug out a room with my toes from embarrassment and suffered a social death, hey!!"
The innocent Aoko, on the other hand, was very happy.
"As expected of Brother Gojo, you really came to back Kaito up!" Seeing the looks of others mixed with curiosity and fear, she added in a small voice: "This way, if anyone wants to bully Kaito in the future, they will have to weigh it carefully."
"When was I bullied!" Kaito protested: "Clearly I am always the one bullying others!"
Gojo Satoru rubbed the heads of the two little guys: "Alright, isn't the parent-teacher meeting about to start? Let's go in first." He turned his head, waving his hand casually to the group of black-clothed bodyguards behind him who still maintained a chilling aura: "You guys just wait outside, no need to follow."
The men in black responded in unison: "Yes, boss!"
The voice was loud and clear, drawing another round of side-glances from the surrounding crowd.
Kaito: "..." Forget it, he had already given up struggling.
As for Gojo Satoru himself, the word "embarrassment" did not exist in his dictionary. If anything, when his chunibyo acted up, he truly felt this was quite cool.
Just like this, the three walked toward the school building. After walking a short distance, Aoko suddenly made an "ah" sound, stopped her steps, and said embarrassedly: "That... Brother Gojo, Kaito, I forgot to go find my dad. Can you wait for me a bit?"
She was just focused on watching the excitement just now, and walked together with Gojo Satoru and them subconsciously. Probably because when playing at the Gojo residence normally, she had already gotten used to this state.
Gojo Satoru realized afterward: "True."
Just then, an anxious voice came from not far away: "Aoko!"
The three turned their heads, only to see a bearded middle-aged man walking over quickly with a grim face, his gaze locked tightly on Gojo Satoru, his eyes filled with alertness and scrutiny. This person was precisely Nakamori Aoko's father, Nakamori Ginzo.
He had just resolved a housebreaking robbery case and managed to rush to the school with great difficulty, only to see his own daughter leaving with that suspicious white-haired man wearing sunglasses. Just looking at that group of extremely respectful black-clothed men, he knew this man was not some simple character.
"Aoko wasn't coerced by him, right?!"
Inspector Nakamori took a stride forward, pulling Aoko behind him, while his other hand flashed his identification, saying to Gojo Satoru with righteousness: "This gentleman, I am Nakamori Ginzo from the Second Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. That display just now is not something ordinary citizens should have, right? Please tell me your affiliated group truthfully, I need to investigate whether there are illegal transactions!"
He paused, staring sharply at Gojo Satoru: "If there is no ghost in your heart, tell me honestly..."
"Dad! You misunderstood!" Aoko pulled her father's sleeve, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "This is the Mr. Gojo I mentioned to you, Kaito's uncle, the head of the Gojo family! He isn't some gangster group member!"
Hearing this, Inspector Nakamori froze, sizing up Gojo Satoru carefully: "Gojo family? That Gojo family, the Shinto family with a long history?"
"Precisely. I have heard of Inspector Nakamori's great name for a long time, I didn't expect to meet in such a setting."
Ever since Aoko visited the Gojo house for the first time, Nakamori Ginzo had heard the name of the Gojo family head from her mouth more than once. Although he hadn't met him, he could be called familiar with it. Although he was quite dissatisfied with Aoko always going on "adventures" everywhere with Kaito, Kaito was a child he watched grow up since childhood after all, plus Aoko could always return home safely every time she went out to play. Over time, Inspector Nakamori could be considered to have acquiesced.
Knowing his daughter had received a lot of care from the Gojo family head, Nakamori Ginzo had an embarrassed expression, withdrawing his police ID with some awkwardness: "Very sorry, Mr. Gojo, it was my offense. It's just the situation just now... indeed made people misunderstand a bit."
Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes: "You mean those black-clothed men? Actually, they are all my vassals, just that their clothing taste is relatively unique."
The vassals whose reputation was damaged: Huh? Wasn't it you, Lord Head, who made us dress like this?
"Hiss, don't tell me heads of big families nowadays like to pull off this kind of underworld style when going out?" It seemed he was truly old and couldn't keep up with the trend of the times.
[Ding! Impression value from plot character Nakamori Ginzo increases by 500 points, impression composition... cutting-edge!]
Gojo Satoru laughed heartily: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Nakamori is also doing his duty, being concerned causes confusion."
Although in today's Japan, the law had already recognized the "freedom of association" of gangs, and the government would carry out long-term cooperation with a part of powerful organizations, on the surface, gangs were still mainly suppressed. Of course, he was a grand Shinto family, not the underworld, so it had nothing to do with these matters.
"Speaking of which, even when coming to attend a parent-teacher meeting, you don't forget to arrest criminals. You are indeed a capable veteran of the Metropolitan Police Department, the old rival of that Phantom Thief Kid for many years. Such dedicated spirit is truly admirable."
What Gojo Satoru didn't say was that the willpower of repeatedly fighting despite repeated defeats could simply match with Big Bad Wolf.
Inspector Nakamori was extremely happy to be praised, as if meeting a soulmate: "Oh! You also know that damnable thief? Not to boast, although I haven't caught him yet, I am the person who understands his modus operandi the most! For example, that time at the clock tower..."
Seeing his dad was about to start his long lecture on "My battles of wits and courage against the Kid" again, Aoko let out a helpless sigh.
Kaito hurriedly seized the opportunity to remind them: "Uncle Nakamori, Uncle, the time for the parent-teacher meeting is almost here, should we go to the classroom first?"
Inspector Nakamori only then came back to his senses, stopping his words with unfinished desire: "Ah right, almost forgot the main business. Then, Mr. Gojo, shall we go over together?"
Gojo Satoru made a gesture of "please" along with it.
Before Kaito could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a few sneaky students behind him discussing quietly: "Did you guys see? Even the police can do nothing against Kaito's uncle, and even chatted very happily with him. I dare not imagine how deep the water inside is."
"Right, although I didn't hear what they were chatting about, there is definitely a conspiracy!"
"Turns out the Kuroba family eats from both the black and white sides. I didn't expect Ekoda Elementary School to actually hide such a big figure..."
"So scary, I will never dare to provoke Kuroba Kaito again in the future!"
"Why don't we acknowledge Kaito as our boss? This way he won't bully us."
Kaito covered his face helplessly, feeling his stable school life was running all the way toward an uncontrollable direction.