The Strongest Sorcerer, Chapter 64: Rin Okumura’s Part-Time Job

Trailing behind Hiratsuka Shizuka, Hikigaya Hachiman curiously observed his surroundings.

This floor was entirely dedicated to club activities, so he had never been here before. It was his first time stepping foot in this area.

After walking for a bit, the two stopped in front of a classroom.

"Se…rvice… Club?"

Hachiman read the nameplate on the door and immediately had a bad feeling.

Was this club even legit?

Could an illegitimate club even exist in a school?

“Oi, brat, you’re thinking of something indecent, aren’t you?”

Hiratsuka suddenly turned around and shot him a sharp glare.

“N-No way! Not at all!”

Hachiman quickly raised both hands in surrender, forcing a stiff smile.

If he actually said what was on his mind, he would definitely get beaten to death, right?

Seeing his immediate denial, Hiratsuka nodded in satisfaction before pushing open the door.

“Yo, Yukinoshita, I brought you a new club member.”

Yukinoshita?

Hachiman froze.

As far as he knew, there was only one person in the entire school with that surname—his classmate this semester, the so-called ‘Ice Queen of Sobu High’, Yukinoshita Yukino.

Sure enough, upon stepping inside, he saw her quietly reading a book.

Elsewhere.

Gojo Satoru chewed on a piece of gum as he strolled along the street.

Just ten minutes ago, Tsuchimikado Arima from Kyoto had called him, informing him that Adashino Benio had arrived.

For accommodations, she had been assigned to live at Gojo’s house.

As for school, there was no need to worry—it had already been arranged for her to transfer into Sobu High’s Class 1-F.

The very class Gojo was in charge of.

Reaching the designated meeting spot near a flowerbed, Gojo looked around but didn’t see the girl he was expecting.

“…Did she get lost?”

He muttered internally.

Oh well, he couldn’t be bothered to overthink it.

There was a shop nearby selling Jikufu (a type of Japanese dessert), so he figured he might as well grab some while waiting.

Lining up behind a customer, Gojo instantly stood out in the crowd due to his towering height.

“Wow, he’s so tall… and super handsome!”

“He’s wearing a blindfold. How do you even know he’s handsome?”

“You don’t get it! I’ve seen so many guys in my life—he’s definitely a hottie!”

“Should we ask for his number?”

“Forget it… He looks kinda cold and aloof. If he rejects me, that’d be embarrassing.”

“……”

A group of girls sitting on a nearby bench whispered among themselves.

After the customer in front of him received their order, it was finally Gojo’s turn.

“Hello, how many Jikufu would you like?”

The employee speaking to him looked about 15 or 16 years old, with neatly cut black hair and an upright posture.

But instead of answering, Gojo rubbed his chin and studied the boy in front of him with interest.

“…Interesting.”

A smirk formed on his lips.

“Sir? How many do you want?”

The boy repeated himself, his tone now laced with irritation.

If this job didn’t pay well, he wouldn’t even bother working here.

“Five.”

Gojo casually held up five fingers.

At last, receiving an actual response, the boy swiftly packed five pre-prepared Jikufu into a bag.

Once everything was neatly arranged, he handed it over to Gojo.

“That’ll be 1,200 yen. Thank you for your patronage.”

“Here.”

Gojo took the bag and handed over a 2,000 yen bill.

As the boy turned to get the change, Gojo gave him a cryptic smile.

“Young man, I look forward to your father’s arrival.”

“…Huh?”

The boy paused mid-motion, completely confused.

Gojo didn’t explain.

With that, he placed a Jikufu in his mouth and walked away.

Still puzzled, the boy mumbled to himself.

“What a weirdo.”

My dad’s fine… What the hell does he mean by ‘his arrival’?

Sitting on a bench near the flowerbed, Gojo casually ate his Jikufu while observing the boy at work.

As he munched, memories from his past life surfaced in his mind.

The moment he saw this boy, he had sensed a faint trace of demonic energy emanating from him.

But it was different—it was deeply sealed, as if being forcibly suppressed.

And unlike the usual stench of lower demons, this energy felt… indescribable.

Still, one thing was certain.

That kid had to be Rin Okumura—the illegitimate son of Satan from the Void Realm.

It seemed like the story hadn’t officially begun yet.

But… it was only a matter of time.

Gojo’s lips curled into a smirk as he gazed at the overcast sky.

Recently, throughout all of Japan, there had been a massive surge in demons possessing corpses, turning them into ghouls.

And these creatures all originated from the Void Realm.

It felt like the calm before the storm.

A few minutes later.

After finishing the last Jikufu, Gojo leaned back on the bench and stretched.

“…Why isn’t she here yet? Don’t tell me she actually got lost.”

Recalling a certain scene from the original story, he sighed in exasperation.

Fortunately, Tsuchimikado Arima had provided him with Benio’s phone number in advance.

Scrolling through his contacts, he found it and dialed.

—Beep… Beep…

—"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Hearing this automated message, Gojo’s mouth twitched.

Seriously?

But then, in the next instant, his playful demeanor vanished.

His expression sharpened as he turned his head toward the distance.

“…Kegare?”

Suddenly, he understood why Benio hadn’t answered her phone.

About one kilometer away, a large gathering of Kegare had appeared in Magano—along with the presence of an unknown Onmyoji’s aura.

“Guess I’ll consider this my post-meal workout.”

After tossing the empty bag into the trash, Gojo stepped into a dark alleyway.

With a single movement of his immense cursed energy—

He opened the gates to Magano.