The Strongest Sorcerer, Chapter 55: Today, I’m a Ninja

Sobu High.

When Masuzu Natsukawa opened the locker to retrieve her indoor shoes, a love letter with a bright red heart printed on it fell out.

“Seriously? It’s only the second day,” she muttered, slightly exasperated.

Sure, she knew she was pretty, but did these high school boys really have to let their hormones run this wild? Already sending love letters?

After changing into her indoor shoes, Masuzu opened the letter.

“Dear Natsukawa-san, although we’ve never met, I was deeply captivated by you on the first day you transferred in. If possible, could you meet me on the rooftop at noon?”

“Wow, seriously?”

Masuzu clicked her tongue a few times in disbelief and was about to toss the letter into the trash can.

But then she paused, reconsidering.

“Well, whatever. I’ve got nothing better to do during lunch. I might as well check it out.”

After all, it was on school grounds. She didn’t believe the guy would dare try anything inappropriate.

Back in the classroom, after the bell rang.

“Huh? Where’s Gojo-sensei?” Marin Kitagawa asked curiously.

The bell had rung over a minute ago, but their homeroom teacher was nowhere to be seen.

“Maybe he’s off fighting monsters,” Masuzu thought to herself, though she didn’t say it aloud.

Honestly, she couldn’t stop thinking about how cool and captivating Gojo had looked during that fight in Magano.

But alas, he was her teacher.

In Japan, teacher-student relationships were not socially acceptable. Even if Gojo was the most attractive man she’d ever seen, pursuing something like that would only lead to social condemnation.

If he were just a regular student, Masuzu wouldn’t mind making him her “boyfriend” as a kind of decoy.

As the teacher failed to appear, the classroom began to buzz with activity.

Some students pulled out half-eaten breakfasts, others touched up their makeup using small mirrors, and some discussed their favorite video games. Everyone was doing their own thing.

“Natsukawa-san! Kitagawa-san!”

Suddenly, Eru Chitanda from the front row ran over to them, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What’s up, Eru?” Marin asked with a smile.

Ever since Masuzu and Marin transferred in, Eru had been eager to befriend them, even exchanging Line IDs.

“Hey, have you two heard about this urban legend?” Eru asked with a mysterious tone.

“Apparently, several people have spontaneously combusted recently. Like, poof! Their bodies just catch fire, and not even ashes are left behind!”

As she said the word poof, she raised her hands in an exaggerated motion, trying to mimic the sound and gesture.

Spontaneous combustion?

Both Marin and Masuzu were intrigued, but for slightly different reasons.

“Is it… some kind of phosphorus fire?” Marin speculated nervously.

“Nope! People online have already debunked that. Phosphorus fires aren’t nearly hot enough to incinerate a person. Everyone’s saying it’s the work of yokai!”

Eru’s face lit up with excitement. As someone who was curious about everything, she was thrilled by the thought of a real-life urban legend.

“I think it might be yokai too!”

“Eh?!” Marin and Eru exclaimed simultaneously.

Turning to look at Masuzu, they saw her nodding with an unusually serious expression.

“Masuzu, do you have any proof?” Marin asked curiously.

“Nope, just a gut feeling. Don’t take it seriously,” Masuzu replied playfully, resting her head on her desk.

“Ugh…”

The two girls let out disappointed sighs.

Masuzu simply smiled softly.

If this urban legend about yokai was true…

She couldn’t help but wonder if it might actually be real.

About five minutes later, white smoke suddenly appeared on the podium.

Along with the smoke, a voice rang out:

“Your dashing teacher, Gojo-sensei, has arrived!”

As the smoke cleared, Gojo Satoru stood revealed, dressed head-to-toe in a jet-black ninja outfit, crouched dramatically on the podium.

In an instant, the classroom fell silent.

Everyone stared at him in shock, their mouths agape.

Seemingly satisfied with their reactions, Gojo stood up proudly and announced:

“Today, I’m Ninja Gojo-sensei! Are you excited? Surpri—ah…!”

Before he could finish, the ceiling panel he’d moved earlier began to wobble precariously.

Barely a second later, it fell straight down, landing squarely on Gojo’s head.

Thud!

A sharp noise echoed through the room.

“Gojo-sensei! Are you okay?!” the students yelled in unison.

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Now sitting on the podium with his head wrapped in bandages but still wearing his ninja outfit, Gojo looked utterly ridiculous.

The entire class stared at him, their faces twitching in disbelief.

“So, Gojo-sensei,” one student muttered under their breath. “You were late to class because you were busy preparing your ninja cosplay, huh?”

“And you didn’t even properly secure the ceiling panel before climbing up there. Look at what happened!”

Ignoring the collective exasperation of his students, Gojo scratched his head—carefully avoiding the bandages—before finally deciding to remove the ninja outfit.

“It’s too hot in this thing,” he grumbled.

He grabbed the headpiece, pulling it off in one swift motion, revealing his usual attire underneath.

Then, without a second thought, he threw the entire ninja outfit out the window.

And just like that, he continued teaching, as if nothing had happened.

Did he really just toss his costume out the window?

The students were dumbfounded, staring at the discarded outfit fluttering outside.

Suddenly, voices drifted in from below:

“Who the hell threw their clothes out the window?!”

“Principal, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“We should take you to the hospital, just in case.”

“No need for that. Let’s continue patrolling the school.”

Hearing the loud exchange between the principal and the disciplinary director, the entire class froze in stunned silence.

Turning back to their teacher, who remained as calm as ever, they could only conclude one thing:

Gojo-sensei’s shamelessness was truly on another level.