The broom head laughed exaggeratedly, as if he had thought of something pleasant. Pancham, still held by the back of the neck, flailed its arms and tried to grab his face. Each time it fell just short, and it ground its teeth in frustration.

  Akira was actually quite happy. He saw another notification from the System saying that a Pokémon meme had been detected. Even without a full meme conversion or gaining a Pokémon egg, it was enough to confirm his guess about the System.

  The way to obtain Pokémon clearly relied on shared elements or traits. The birth of Pancham was the best proof, especially since Akira had met Panda just yesterday. The broom head in front of him clearly did not carry that many Pokémon elements, since humans were everywhere while Panda was one of a kind.

  Akira was not worried about future Pokémon acquisition. The Author of Jujutsu Kaisen had personally admitted that many characters were heavily inspired by the Pokémon series. The clearest examples were the three great natural Cursed Spirit Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon, which corresponded directly to past Three Great Clans of Pokémon.

  Even if one target was not enough, finding a few more would eventually add up. Akira felt this pace was just right, since raising Pokémon also took time. If ten or eight were thrown at him at once, he would not be able to handle it anyway.

  By the way, following the design logic of Pokémon acquisition, the most suitable External Boost for Jujutsu Kaisen should have been something like “tribute-style restoration of System.” Jujutsu Kaisen fused far too many elements, from Naruto to One Piece, Bleach, Dragon Ball, and Hunter x Hunter. Traces of classic works could be found everywhere, fitting for an Author known for borrowing ideas.

  “Ari, don’t leave the guest standing at the door. Please come in and sit,” Akemi Aki said.

  So the white-haired broom head walked inside while still “wearing” Pancham on his hand. His very first sentence startled both mother and son.

  “Domo, MF Bunko editor Satoru Gojo desu. About Mr. RED’s work… why are you looking at me like that?”

  “F-Five, Satoru Gojo?”

  Even Akemi Aki, who usually paid no attention to the outside world, had heard this name. It was the man who had made her ex-husband burn with envy and resentment.

  “An editor?”

  Akira was shocked by Satoru Gojo’s self-introduction. When he had parted with Maki Zenin and the others, he had expected Satoru Gojo to show up eventually, but not like this. Since when did you become an editor, and why did it look so convincing?

  Business cards, a suit, and even a properly stamped contract lay there. Could all of this really be real?

  “It’s real,” Satoru Gojo said, seeing through Akira’s thoughts. “As long as you and your guardian, Ms. Akemi, sign it, it takes effect immediately. Best royalty split, best promotion resources, and later there will be animation and game adaptations too. Just a little token of thanks for saving my cute student.”

  “This is allowed?” Akira swallowed. He had only planned to sign the most ordinary contract.

  “Why not? I am a major shareholder of MF Bunko, and also a major shareholder of MAPPA. I have been steadily increasing my shares in SONY too.”

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  Akira recalled two things. First, the Gojo family was absurdly rich, and throwing around a billion or two meant nothing. Second, Satoru Gojo was a hardcore otaku who watched anime, followed dramas, and played games with equal passion, once staying awake for hundreds of hours straight.

  These were all things Akira had once admired. Unfortunately, Akemi was not educated in that way, and one word of praise could carry her far.

  “It’s not that great,” Satoru Gojo said, putting Pancham down with a hint of regret. “I really wanted to experience being an editor, but you just won’t give me the chance.”

  “That’s because your fame is too loud,” Akira said bluntly.

  “I see,” Satoru Gojo replied, looking enlightened, though it was hard to tell if he was sincere or acting. “Next time I will use a different name. What do you think of Gojo Sora?”

  “Could you at least try a little? The surname Gojo is rare enough already. Or is Son Goku not famous enough?” Akira complained weakly.

  “Then you pick one.”

  “Hatake Kakashi.”

  “Rejected. I sense deep malice.”

  This world did have Naruto as well. More accurately, everything under Shueisha’s Jump label existed, and Akira had spent a lot of effort choosing a suitable Light Novel.

  “Then at least take off the blindfold. Sunglasses would be fine too.”

  “My sunglasses broke, and the new ones have not arrived yet.” Satoru Gojo did not wear the blindfold for show, it was a necessity. Sunglasses had to meet the same effect, so they required special customization.

  “E-Excuse me, are you really the Gojo… family head?”

  Akemi Aki asked timidly as she brought tea over. She could not stay as calm as Akira. A name carried weight, and the Gojo family was the last of the Three Great Clans, standing alongside the Kamo and the Zenin.

  Satoru Gojo was not only the Gojo family head, but also the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, an undisputed ceiling. Even before Akemi Aki moved to the countryside of Shikoku, he had already been unmatched, and no one had shaken that position since. Alone, he was enough to suppress the other two clans of the Three Great Clans.

  “Family head sounds too stiff. You can call me Gojo,” Satoru Gojo said casually.

  He could say that, but Akemi Aki did not dare agree. Years in the Kamo Clan had carved hierarchy deep into her bones, and even after eight years it had not faded.

  “Don’t casually radiate charm at someone else’s mother,” Akira said, both protesting and smoothing things over.

  Satoru Gojo was not only invincible but also outrageously good-looking. Luckily, Akira himself was also handsome in a more traditional Eastern style, otherwise he would not have kept his composure.

  “Ahem, my apologies,” Satoru Gojo said, clearly showing he had no intention of becoming Akira’s stepfather. “Then just call me Gojo-sensei. That is my job anyway, and the real reason I am here.”

  Akira straightened his posture and dropped his relaxed attitude. From the moment Satoru Gojo stepped inside, he had been waiting for this. Satoru Gojo also sat properly and spoke in a serious tone.

  “Akira-kun, I formally invite you to join the Tokyo Jujutsu High School.”

  Tokyo Jujutsu High.

  It was the same Tokyo Jujutsu High that Akemi Aki had mentioned before, and there were only two such schools in all of Japan. One was in the former capital, Kyoto, and the other was in what now functioned as the capital, Tokyo.

  “Even if you already know a bit, let me give a brief introduction,” he said casually. “Tokyo Jujutsu High is the most important institution under the Jujutsu Society. It is responsible for training Jujutsu Sorcerer and also serves as their main base for operations, covering teaching, mission assignments, and unified management of techniques and cursed tools, so you can think of it as Konohagakure.”

  “And you still say you are not Kakashi Hatake?”

  It was not that Akira was nitpicking on purpose. You were the one dragging the topic toward Naruto, so you could not blame him for that.

  “I am not, I did not, and if you do not believe me I can take off the blindfold right now. Also, I am neither a principal nor a Hokage, just an ordinary public school teacher.”

  The moment he spoke, the tone was already full of overdone modesty.

  “Can I stop talking now? You continue.”

  To prevent things from sliding in a strange direction, Akira stopped him right away. After all, someone who could make removing a blindfold sound like taking off stockings existed only in one person across the world, and that was Satoru Gojo.