The Strongest Sorcerer, Chapter 62: No, That’s Reserved for Gojo-nii

In a playful tone, Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, observing Denji again before breaking into a slight smile.

“Denji-kun, I hope the next time we meet, you’ll still look like this.”

His gaze and voice carried a cryptic undertone, leaving Denji slightly bewildered.

“Um… about my kidney and testicle…”

“Keep them for yourself,” Gojo said with an eye roll.

As someone perfectly healthy, he had no need for a damaged kid’s internal organs. Only someone as dumb as Denji could have come up with such an idea.

“See you around,” Gojo said casually, waving his hand before disappearing in an instant.

Denji stood there dumbfounded.

“What a good guy… He didn’t even take my kidney or testicle…”

Returning home via teleportation, Gojo slipped off his shoes at the entrance and called out:

“I’m back!”

Entering the living room, he noticed Umaru wasn’t there.

Of course, she must’ve been holed up in her room playing games again.

Collapsing onto the soft couch, Gojo pulled out his phone to text Shizuka and let her know he was safe. Then, he turned on the TV, grabbed some snacks and soda from the fridge, and settled in for a relaxing time.

One year ago, this world had already seen the existence of devils born from human fear.

However, their numbers were rare, and once killed, they returned to hell.

With Onmyoji and exorcists already focused on their primary duties, the government had formed its own secret division tasked with handling these devils:

The Public Safety Devil Hunters Division.

This team consisted mostly of devil hunters and devil hybrids, dedicated to hunting down devils.

One year later, the frequency of devils appearing across various nations began to rise, akin to the increase in Kegare in the Magano.

Fortunately, with the joint efforts of three major forces, devils hadn’t yet disrupted the world's order.

“Oniichan.”

Umaru emerged from her room just then.

“What’s up, Umaru?” Gojo asked, munching on chips with his mouth full.

With a little hop, Umaru—wrapped in her hamster hoodie—dove into Gojo’s arms, grabbing a few chips from the bag to feed herself.

"Oniichan, you are not hurt, are you?"

Her voice, muffled by the food in her mouth, still conveyed deep concern.

Hearing this, Gojo smiled softly, patting his little sister’s head.

"Do I look like someone who would get hurt?"

After all, I am the strongest.

The next morning, Gojo was riding his electric scooter, yawning groggily.

His outfit had returned to his usual style for the day.

“So sleepy…”

Unable to suppress another yawn, Gojo felt helpless.

He had spent the previous night chatting with Subaru Mitejima and barely got any sleep.

With no other choice, he decided to use…

[Reversed Cursed Technique].

Instantly, his mind cleared completely.

“Ahh, now this feels great.”

A bright smile lit up Gojo’s face, and his mood visibly lifted.

But then—

“Good morning, Gojo-sensei.”

A soft, feminine voice suddenly called out from his side.

“Huh?”

Gojo turned his head to see who it was.

“Bitch Akane?”

The words escaped him unconsciously.

It was indeed Akane Minagawa, riding in a car. She was seated in the passenger seat, while the driver—a man who looked to be in his thirties with slicked-back hair—was at the wheel.

Akane’s cheerful expression froze for a moment.

“Haha, Gojo-sensei, what did you say?” she said awkwardly.

Ignoring her, Gojo pursed his lips in disdain and twisted the throttle, speeding up.

Bitch Akane, give it up. I’m just a legend—the man you’ll never have.

Inside the car.

The man driving, clearly displeased, glanced at Akane.

“Akane, who was that guy?”

“It’s nothing, Shinji. He’s just a colleague,” Akane replied sweetly, her voice dripping with charm.

While speaking, her hand reached out toward him…

The man—Shinji—instantly looked euphoric.

However, Akane’s narrowed eyes revealed a hint of scorn.

Six seconds. Wow, truly impressive.

If it weren’t for your money and your willingness to act like a loyal dog and pick me up after work, I wouldn’t bother staying around you.

After discreetly wiping her hand with a tissue, Akane turned to gaze out the window.

“So, Gojo-sensei… You won’t escape the palm of my hand,” she murmured, her eyes burning with determination.

...

After parking his scooter, Gojo spotted Nana Ebina standing under a large tree.

Umaru wasn’t with her.

Immediately, Gojo’s playful side kicked in.

Sneaking up quietly, he covered Nana’s eyes with his hands and lowered his voice.

“Don’t move. I’m a robber, and I’m here to take all your money.”

“R-robber? Money? But… I don’t have any money on me…”

“Then I’ll take something else—your chastity!”

“No! You can’t! That’s reserved for Gojo-nii!”

Nana’s face turned bright red as she waved her hands around in a panic.

“Hahaha, Nana, you’re too cute,” Gojo said, laughing as he removed his hands from her eyes.

Hearing his voice, Nana quickly turned around.

“Gojo-nii?!”

Recalling what she had just said about “saving herself for Gojo-nii,” she felt like her head was about to explode with embarrassment.

“Ahhhhhhhh! So embarrassing!”

Covering her burning face with her hands, Nana felt like she was going to faint.

“Ahem. ‘No! You can’t! That’s reserved for Gojo-nii,’” Gojo teased, mimicking her voice.

“Ahhh, Gojo-nii, you’re terrible!”

Eyes spinning and head steaming, Nana fled the scene in utter humiliation.

“Hahaha.”

Gojo stood with his hands on his hips, laughing heartily.

Messing with Nana is just too fun.

But then—

“Oniichan, what are you doing?”

A gloomy voice came from behind him.

Gojo turned mechanically, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Oh… I was just joking around with Nana~”

“Die, you idiot!”