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III: Extra Story
Chapter 159: Side Story · 18
But for your sake (Part 12)

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That happened after Satoru skipped work to eat sweets.

The cause of the incident was the mobile phone taken from Suguru. It happened on an ordinary afternoon. It was ordinary, but there was always something special. If you really want to pay attention to it, the special thing was that the cake on that day was sent by "his" wife.

A thin layer of dust covered the glass window, and the cracks of the window sill were filled with fine fallen leaves. The sunlight smeared on the glass window looked like a clear yellow jam.

The golden sunlight filled the room, and the soft light band was dancing with fine dust.

The cream on the cake was like the snow melting in early spring, and the transparent gift box was tied with a bright red ribbon.

The man's arm was supported on the armrest of the swivel chair, his cheek was supported, his head was tilted, and the black square-framed sunglasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose.

Satoru sat on the swivel chair with his legs crossed. He put the mobile phone he took from Suguru on the table and placed it casually among the white papers.

He was in a daze.

His eyes would occasionally fall on the beautiful gift box with a red ribbon, but his thoughts were wandering to other places.

The door was knocked at this time, and it rang.

The pale blue eyes moved, but Satoru did not retract his gaze.

"Come in." The irritability leaked out silently from the words that came out of his mouth.

The person who heard the sound outside the door shrank, and instinctively knew that Satoru was in a bad mood today. He almost wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but if he left like this, he would be remembered. He couldn't escape the first day, but he could see it again. Even if he escaped this time, he would definitely be retaliated in the future, and it was possible that this revenge would last for a long time.

Ijichi pushed the door open and walked in with a stiff upper lip.

"Ano, Gojo-san, this report..." Ijichi spoke cautiously.

For a long time, no sound was heard. The air in the room was terribly quiet, and tiny dust rose and fell on the windowsill.

Ijichi did not dare to continue. In the past, when he heard the term "report", based on Satoru's nature, the correct choice was to talk nonsense and brush it off or throw it directly to him.

But the other person did not start talking nonsense nor did he throw the matter to him.

This was not normal.

Ijichi felt bitter.

His eyes moved away from the transparent and delicate cake box. The gap between the man's lips was pulled into a straight gap. His pale blue eyes were like two cold beads. After turning for a while, his eyes fell on the cake box again.

Ijichi felt even more bitter.

"Ijichi." Satoru held his cheek and spoke slowly.

The cool autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves by the window, and an invisible shudder quietly climbed up the spine.

"Hai." Ijichi stopped swaying his waist, thinking, here it came, this was Satoru's daily correct operation.

Harm all people and things that could be harmed.

"This cake is beautiful." Satoru stared at the red ribbon on the cake box and spoke lightly.

"Hai." Sweat silently oozed out of the pores and seeped into the shirt on the back. The assistant director's expression was heroic. He was going to die anyway. If he stuck his head out, he would be cut. If he shrunk his head, he would be cut. The sooner he died, the sooner he would be reborn.

"It looks delicious too." The frost-like eyelashes drooped down, and the shadows fell into the pale blue eyes, which were dark and unclear.

"Hai." Ijichi was sweating.

Satoru tilted his head so that he could see the whole picture of the cake more clearly. "Maybe the taste will be very much to my liking."

"Hai." Ijichi felt that his legs were out of control and began to tremble like a Parkinson's attack.

Satoru was silent.

Ijichi's legs trembled even more violently.

The yellow leaves outside the window rolled up and drew invisible tracks in the air, falling all the way to the table, lying quietly on the white paper.

"Ijichi, are you a man who needs 'hai' to survive?" Satoru curled his lips.

"Hai, I'm sorry..." Ijichi was about to cry. At this age, it's really embarrassing to cry, but he still felt that his tears were about to fall.

Satoru was not interested in watching a man cry, nor did he care about his crying. He tilted his head and stared at the cake on the table for a long time, then began to untie the red ribbon on the cake box, untying the bow tied with the ribbon in his hands, and his mouth was not resting.

"Since you think it tastes good, then I'll try it." Satoru muttered, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll give you a slap."

Ijichi: "..."
Whether the cake was delicious or not, you should go to the person who made this cake! He was not the one who made the cake! What's the point of slapping him?!

The bow on the cake box was untied in a short while. Satoru paused, his eyes fell on the bright red ribbon in his hand, and he rubbed it with his fingertips twice. The ribbon felt good, delicate and soft. After a moment, he stuffed the ribbon into the drawer.

Taking off the transparent box covering the cake, Satoru picked up a spoon in front of the assistant director and scooped a small spoonful of cake into his mouth.

The sweet cream flavor wrapped with strawberry flavor exploded on the tip of the tongue, sweet and fragrant.

It was really delicious.

Satoru held his cheek with one hand and held a spoon with the other hand. The spoon was covered with white cream. His eyes fell on the cake that had been scooped away, and his eyes were dim.

Was it because of being together day and night that she could understand "his" preferences so well?

"How, how is it?" Ijichi said tremblingly.

Satoru paused, reached out and scooped another spoonful of cake into his mouth, "It's delicious."

It really suited his taste.

Ijichi breathed a sigh of relief.

Satoru pursed his lips, bit the spoon and said vaguely, "I won't share the cake with you."

Ijichi: "..."
Who wanted to eat your cake? He wanted the report! Your mission report!

As if he had seen through Ijichi's thoughts, Satoru bit the spoon and slowly said, "I'll tell you after I finish eating. I don't want to talk about writing reports or something like that during the wonderful afternoon tea time."

Ijichi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Satoru's next words blocked him back.

"Otherwise I will not be able to help but slap you." Satoru's cold voice reached his ears, and Ijichi's eyes were almost filled with tears.

The assistant director with black-framed glasses on his nose stretched his neck and raised his head, gritting his teeth and trying hard to hold back the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes. He was a man of this age, and he really didn't want to cry in front of others.

Ijichi was trying his best to hold back his tears, and Satoru took the spoon to dig the cake seriously, eating slowly. The cake was wrapped in delicate cream and entered his mouth. The other person couldn't help but squint his eyes, and then suddenly thought of something.

This cake was originally prepared for "him".

Satoru held his cheek and poked the red cherry on the cake with a spoon. "I'm a little envious all of a sudden."

Satoru, who logically excluded things like getting married, having children and starting a family from his important life plans, had never experienced the feeling of having a wife, but he was not a pure monk, and monks these days were not really as pure as they look. For details, refer to the monk with weird bangs who founded a cult.

After a busy day at work, he returned home and had a sweet and soft wife to hug. Note that this wife was real, not a paper person or a two-dimensional beautiful girl who only lived on the screen. She was real.

Who hadn't read a few p*rnographic books when they were young?

The older single dog bit the spoon, and the resentment overflowing from the inside out almost materialized.

—It's all Satoru Gojo, why did the other "me" have a wife?

Suddenly, another face of himself with a smug expression appeared in his mind. It was obviously a face exactly the same as his, but why did he feel so unhappy?

Ijichi's face was full of question marks.

Satoru bit the spoon again.

"I have a wife."

Ijichi: ???

Ijichi: "..."
Wake up, how could you have a wife?

Satoru, who was being complained about behind his back, pricked up his ears and slowly straightened his back, "Ijichi, are you slandering me in your heart?"

Ijichi: "...No."
That's not slander, that's telling the truth.

Satoru held the spoon in his mouth and sighed, "I'm actually a very annoying person."

Ijichi: "..."
How did you just find out?

"Ijichi, why don't you say anything?" Satoru pouted unhappily, "I've decided, you can slap yourself later."

Ijichi: "..."
This life was really unbearable.

Yaga, who came in from the teacher's office, watched Ijichi crying and coming out. Ijichi, who was full of fatigue as a sl*ve worker, bumped into the headmaster with a face full of flesh. The two adults who made eye contact stopped moving at the same time.

Yaga was silent for a while, and his eyes supervised the half-closed office door. The person sitting inside was looming. Looking at the white hair on the back, he recognized the other person. He could roughly guess what Satoru had done.

After a moment, Yaga spoke carefully, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ijichi left crying.

Yaga felt his fist harden.

The mission report was finally written by Ijichi, and the mission report was from Satoru. The motivation for writing was forced by Satoru. That evening, Ijichi printed out the written mission report and handed it to Yuta, who was easier to talk to.

He really didn't want to see Satoru today. He was afraid that he would cry.

Yuta, who was asked to hand over the mission report to Satoru, happened to have finished training with two other first-year students and a panda on the playground. Panda, who had nothing to do and liked to be lively, accompanied Yuta to the teacher's office. The office was empty. There were very few sorcerers, and there were even fewer sorcerers who were responsible for teaching the younger generation of sorcerers. The entire high school had only a handful of teachers. 365 days a year, more than half of the offices of the Jujutsu High School were empty.

Yuta thought about it and put the file on the desk.

The clouds outside the window were as gorgeous as a brocade, and the golden glow from the cracks in the clouds was like delicate golden threads.

The wind rushed in from the window, and the rolled-up papers tumbled up like white snowflakes.

With a "thud", something was lifted by the turned-up papers and hit Panda's instep, and finally hit the ground.

Panda picked up the thing that fell on the instep and found that it was a mobile phone. His feet played a buffering role and the screen was not damaged.

The floor was covered with snow-white documents. After Yuta hurriedly grabbed the flying papers, he squatted down, picked up the papers on the ground one by one, and folded them carefully. The thick stack of papers knocked on the table with a dull sound.

Yuta measured the thickness of the stacked papers, and sighed at the huge workload of Gojo-sensei in his heart, and then put down the papers, looked around the table, and finally locked on the pen holder on the table.

"Okay, let's go back, Panda-kun." After pressing the pen holder down on the paper, Yuta spoke.

Yuta, who hadn't heard Panda's voice for a long time, turned back in confusion and found that the black and white round ball was staring at the phone with a shocked expression, and his mouth was so big that a pineapple could be stuffed in it.

Yuta paused, "...Panda-kun?"

"Ah?" Panda kept his mouth open and turned back.

Yuta: "...close your chin."

Yuta helped him close his chin.

"What's wrong? Did you break the phone?" Yuta frowned, approached carefully, lowered his head, and looked at the phone screen, then heaved a sigh of relief, "It's not broken."

"It's not the phone's problem." Panda's expression was unusually serious, "It's the screen saver's problem."

The boy with dark circles under his eyes was confused, and his eyes fell on the screen again. The boy paused, "Who is this?"

It looked like a family of three, and he didn't know any of them. The only man in the photo made him feel familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen him for a while.

"This is Satoru." Panda pointed at the white-haired man on the photo with his furry paws.

Satoru would cover his eyes with a bandage most of the time. The other three first-year students could say that they had never seen Satoru's face, but Panda, who had known Satoru since childhood, knew it.

Yuta paused, his eyes widened a little, "Eh? Sensei is a married man?" He couldn't tell at all.

His eyes accidentally fell on the little white-haired girl on the screen saver, and Yuta's eyes softened a little, "Sensei's daughter is so cute."

Hearing this, the cursed power of Rika, who had been quiet for a long time, began to roll silently.

"By the way, Rika and I also knew each other at this age." Yuta's eyes became gentle unconsciously.

Rika, who had not yet completely exploded, instantly became quiet, like a misfiring car engine.

Panda: "..."
I ate two servings of dog food today.

The male classmate bring his own girlfriends, and this dog food was eaten after eating it for a while, but today was different.

—Satoru, he may have married without telling anyone, and he had a child!

The shocked Panda rushed out of the teacher's office with the mobile phone in his pocket, completely forgetting Yuta and his "It's not good to take sensei's mobile phone casually".

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Back to the present.

The four first-year students were carrying out their mission as usual on a weekday. There was a shopping mall near the mission site. Jujutsu High School was located in the suburbs of Tokyo. There were very few people nearby, let alone shops. All the daily necessities needed for emergency use were purchased from the convenience store. Since there was a shopping mall nearby, they could go there to purchase daily necessities and relax after the mission was over.

Panda kept his eyes and ears open, and his eyes locked on a red dot in the crowd.

This red-haired person looked familiar.

The other three people took a closer look, and they were surprised. Wasn't this the person who was suspected to be Satoru's wife in the photo?

The nature of human beings was to watch the fun as onlookers.

They gossiped for several days, and the gossip reached Satoru himself. In the end, they were fooled and the phones was taken away. The four first-year students held their breath for several days, and finally found the source of gossip in the crowd.

Relying on his convenient appearance, Panda disguised himself as a doll and took the lead.

"Is it Rika and Yuta who are arguing?" The red-haired woman opposite Panda blinked.

Panda: "...do you know Yuta?"
OMG, she even knew Yuta, this was a real deal.

Yayoi nodded, but was worried about something else, "Why did Yuta and Rika quarrel?"

"Yuta looked at other girls." Panda said seriously, and at the end he asked Yayoi for advice sincerely.

Outsiders were almost taking this seriously, and Maki and Toge, who were hiding in the green vegetation, looked at Yuta in unison.

Yuta shook his head frantically, "I didn't say that, don't talk nonsense."

Yayoi understood, her cat would also meow anxiously when she looked at other cats, and cover her eyes and tell her not to look.

"Yuta should be gentle and considerate." Yayoi answered sincerely.

Panda: "That's true."

Maki: "..."
Yuta: "..."
Toge: "..."

Gentle and considerate.

Finally, the four children set their sights on the red-haired woman opposite them. She had a deep gaze, a good figure, and a pretty face.

—It turned out that Satoru liked this type.

"Rika should trust Yuta." Yayoi bent her eyebrows unconsciously, "Yuta is a very gentle person."

Panda's body trembled, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the direction of the greening on the roadside. Maki and Toge, who were hiding inside, once again looked at Yuta.

Six eyeballs and three pairs of eyes expressed the same question— do you really not know this red-haired woman?

"Do you really not know her?" Maki's eyebrows twisted into a knot and lowered his voice.

Yuta shook his head frantically. He really didn't know her, really, even diamonds were not so real.

"Then why does she look so familiar with you?" Maki's eyes were like torches, and his face was full of frankness and leniency.

Toge nodded, "Salmon."

"Yeah, then why does she look so familiar with you?" A fourth voice interrupted, the voice familiar enough to be natural.

"Maybe it's because of Gojo-sensei?" Yuta spoke subconsciously.

"That's true." The three people's eyes returned to the direction of Panda and Yayoi.

Maki: "..."
Yuta: "..."
Toge: "..."

The three children paused in unison, and turned their heads in an eerie tacit agreement. Three pairs of eyes and six eyeballs all looked at the person behind them. A taller shadow than an ordinary person was reflected on the mottled ground with tree shadows. The noisy voices lingered around, and the elongated car horns echoed over the city.

"Satoru?"
"Gojo-sensei?"
"Mustard?"

The three children were shocked, and looked at the person who was bending over with his hands in his pockets and looking at them as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. The other person showed big white teeth and smiled brightly.

"Ah, us teacher and students are really destined to be together." Satoru said.

Maki: "..."
Yuta: "..."
Toge: "..."

Destiny bullsh*it.

Wait?

The three people turned their heads again and again. After repeating the same action for the third time, Yuta said with a trembling voice, "Are you Gojo-sensei?"

"Yes." Satoru made a playful scissors hand gesture.

"Then tell me, who is that?" Maki tightened her grip on the naginata in her hand.

Satoru looked up and his eyes fell on the white-haired man standing with Yayoi. The man said unhappily, "That's also 'Satoru Gojo'."

Maki: "..."
Yuta: "..."
Toge: "..."

Can you speak human language?

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Gojo the Cat: A stealing cat.

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This Ijichi is miserable. Because the boss next door has a wife, most of the mission reports that Satoru doesn't want to write are written by his wife. Yayoi is writing the mission reports for him, and Gojo the Cat sits on her lap and rubs against her. By the time he's bored, the mission report's done.

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Sister Shoko is a princess born with healing powers. People come to seek medical treatment every day. Princess Shoko is so tired that she is dizzy and has dark circles under her eyes. The most important thing is that the two bastards she knows are dogs. One night, she met the red-haired dragon who is out for a walk.

Sister Shoko: Hurry up, take me away quickly. (Labor is sh*t)
The red-haired dragon: Foolishly obey and takes the person away.

Brother Suguru is the prince of the neighboring country. He abides by justice and is fooled by the rotten orange next door to save the princess. Gojo the Cat is purely there to enjoy the fun.

After many hardships, the two men finally arrives at the door of the dragon's lair. Brother Suguru, who wants to defeat the dragon, just raises his sword but is pushes into the river by Satoru.

Gojo the Cat: What's your name? (infuriating face.jpg)
Redheaded evil dragon: ???
Brother Suguru who crawls out of the river: ???

Brother Suguru feels that there is something wrong with this cat. The normal operation of this nasty cat should be to beat the person without asking their name.

Redheaded evil dragon: Honest and simple.jpg
Gojo the Cat: I fell in love with you at first sight, come back to Kingdom with me to register immediately.
Brother Suguru: ???

Brother Suguru finds that the dragon is a little stupid, and can fool her with just a few words. So she foolishly let them into the nest. Then they see that Shoko has a comfortable life, without staying up late or working overtime, sleeping for eight hours a day, having meat and fruit for three meals a day, and exquisite afternoon tea.

Brother Suguru: ???

Then the hero and the dragon lives a happy life, and the princess lives a happy life without working overtime and sleeping for eight hours a day.
Then, there is nothing else.

In the end, Brother Suguru is the one who gets hurt.


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