The Strongest Sorcerer, Chapter 54: The Live-In Son-in-Law Gojo Satoru

The Gojo Household.

After finishing dinner, Gojo Satoru sprawled out on the couch, resembling a lifeless salted fish.

“Hey, grab me a dessert from the fridge,” he mumbled weakly.

“Got it, just a moment,” responded Subaru Mitejima from the kitchen, where she was washing the dishes.

Two minutes later, after putting the cleaned dishes into the dishwasher and drying her wet hands, Subaru retrieved a packaged dessert cake from the fridge.

“Here you go,” she said, placing the dessert on the table.

Gojo Satoru instantly snapped out of his salted fish state. Tearing open the packaging, he grabbed the tiny spoon that came with it and began devouring the cake with gusto.

Watching her man eat like a happy fool, Subaru smiled warmly and said, “Satoru-kun, I need to head back to Kyoto tomorrow morning.”

Gojo didn’t stop eating, only replying in a muffled voice, “Something happened over at Kyoto’s Magano?”

“Well, you could say that. A new type of ‘Kegare’ has shown up. The other Twelve Guardians are scattered across the country right now, so I’m the only one available to check it out.”

A new type of Kegare?

Gojo paused for a moment, then turned to her with a serious expression. “Keep the protective charm on you at all times. If anything happens, I’ll sense it right away.”

However, his face was smeared with cake crumbs, which made him look far less credible, and even a little funny.

“Sure, sure,” Subaru replied, her tone teasing, as she grabbed a tissue to wipe the crumbs from his face.

“Hey! You with the squinty eyes, are you treating me like a kid again?” Gojo protested in mock annoyance.

“Isn’t that exactly what you are?”

“…You’re so done for tonight, Subaru.”

“Looking forward to it,” she replied, still smiling.

Later that evening.

After successfully “dealing with” Subaru and putting her to sleep, Gojo lay in bed scrolling through his phone.

Ding!

A notification popped up from Line. Someone had sent him a message.

Opening it, he found it was from Nino Nakano.

“Ugh, Gojo-kun, this is so annoying! My sisters and I have to transfer schools, and handling the transfer paperwork is such a pain!”

“Transferring schools?” Gojo raised an eyebrow as he began typing his reply.

“What happened? Did you fail your classes or get involved in some kind of bullying scandal?”

Barely three seconds later, a reply came in—clearly, she’d been holding her phone, ready to respond instantly.

“Hey, don’t make stuff up! We’re good kids, okay? We’d never get involved in bullying, and we’re definitely not delinquent girls. It’s just Yotsuba! She failed two makeup exams and got expelled. And since the five of us can’t be separated, we decided to all transfer together.”

“Wow, that’s quite a sisterly bond. If I were treated that well, I’d marry all of you on the spot.”

At the Nakano Household.

Lying under her blanket, Nino’s face flushed bright red as she read his message.

Marry us? She thought to herself, her heart racing. But please, just marry me!

She quickly typed out a reply with trembling fingers. “Ew~ Gojo-kun, you’re so gross! Since when do guys marry girls? That’s weird.”

But as soon as she sent it, she felt a pang of regret. Before she could take it back, another message arrived.

“Hey, what’s weird about that? It’s called becoming a live-in son-in-law. I’d be treated like an outsider for three years, enduring all kinds of contempt. Then, after the three years are up, I’d make a glorious comeback with, ‘My time has come—bow before the Dragon King’s return!’ Hahahaha!”

“Pfft, hahaha—” Nino couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Isn’t that a meme from Chinese short videos? She recalled how she’d mocked the trope endlessly back when she first saw it.

“Then what would I be? The shallow, gold-digging fiancée? No thanks, I’m not signing up for that,” she teased back.

“Fine, then I’ll be the returning war god, and you’ll be the wife I left behind for three years. I’ll summon my ten thousand soldiers and say, ‘Enough of your whining!’"

“Ahahaha—” Nino was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

The image of Gojo’s ridiculously handsome face paired with such absurdly silly words created a hilariously strong contrast. She couldn’t help but find it endearing.

Though… the word “wife” does sound kind of nice…

Staring at the word “wife” on her screen, Nino allowed herself to daydream a little.

Ding!

A new message pulled her out of her thoughts.

“I’m sleepy. I’m heading to bed. Goodnight.”

Her mood fell slightly, but when she checked the time and saw it was already half past midnight, she realized it made sense.

“Goodnight, Gojo-kun.”

The next morning.

Gojo was busy helping Subaru pack her clothes.

“Oniichan, what’s going on?” asked Umaru, who had just woken up and walked into the living room, seeing Gojo packing a suitcase.

“Oh, Subaru’s heading back to Kyoto. There’s a bit of an issue there,” he replied casually.

Yes! Umaru cheered internally. Finally! I can have some one-on-one time with oniichan again! Woohoo!

However, she quickly composed herself, putting on a face of reluctance and pleading dramatically with Subaru, who was sipping coffee.

“What? You’re leaving already, big sis? You’ve only been here for a couple of days! Stay a little longer, please!”

Hurry up and leave! My Oniichan and I need some alone time! Wooohoo!

Subaru, ever perceptive, caught a hint of Umaru’s true feelings. She sipped her coffee elegantly and smiled, though there was a faint trace of mischief in her expression.

“Aw, Umaru-chan, you don’t want me to leave? Then how about this—once I’m done in Kyoto, I’ll come right back to stay with you again. Right, Satoru-kun?”

“What do you mean, ‘right’? This is your house,” Gojo replied matter-of-factly.

“Hehe.”

Wait, what?! Umaru’s mental image of joy screeched to a halt.

No! I was just being polite! Why are you taking me seriously?!

Forcing a pained smile, Umaru said through gritted teeth, “W-welcome back… anytime.”

Why did I even say anything?! My perfect two-person world with oniichan is ruined again!