Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

When Geto Suguru led his men to wake up Tsumeki, Gojo Satoru was already sitting at the table negotiating with his superiors.

When negotiating with his superiors about Geto Suguru's bloodbath at the Directors' Council, Gojo Satoru's attitude was much tougher than when he was questioned by the Jujutsu League that day.

Even though they knew that those guys were colluding with the curse masters and had done many bad things to the curse masters, their purpose was still to execute Geto Suguru in order to give an explanation to the interest groups behind the senior executives.

How could Gojo Satoru agree to such a thing?

He alone made the decision for the entire magic world. At the negotiation table, he was tough and had an attitude that would not be refused.

"You recruited those guys from the upper echelons. When you established the Directors' Council, didn't you intend for them to collude with the Curse Master? Does this count as a bad guy among your own ranks? If you were in their place, how would you deal with them? Would you turn a blind eye and allow them to continue to harm your interests?"

"This……"

"Or should we convict them and execute them like what Geto Suguru did?"

"No matter what, Geto's actions are too extreme. If there's anything to say, they can just talk it out. Why did they just wipe them all out without a word?"

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, ignoring the other party's reasoning, and instead said, "Is that so? Then let's vote by raising our hands. Let's use voting to decide whether Geto Suguru lives or dies. I'll go first. I believe Geto Suguru is innocent. Anyone who believes Geto Suguru is innocent can raise their hands with me."

The representatives above had no idea what Gojo Satoru was up to and looked at him as if he were a fool.

All the people present could be counted on one hand. There was only one Gojo Satoru in the world of Jujutsu, and there were four representatives above. It was impossible for these four to follow Gojo Satoru in raising their hands.

The scene was very awkward for a moment. Gojo Satoru touched his nose and was amused by the scene.

"Hey~ Is there no one raising their hands to vote not guilty with me?"

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands on the table, lifted the eye patch on his nose, revealing the blue eyes underneath.

It was the first time for the representatives above to see a Chinese person with such beautiful eyes, and they were stunned for a moment.

When they came to their senses, they began to feel scared again.

Although they are ordinary people, they have a lot of interactions with people in the world of sorcery. The name of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of the contemporary era, is well-known. When the other party showed these eyes, their palms began to sweat.

"Hey, Gojo, negotiations are one thing, but what's the point of showing your eyes?"

Another person chimed in, "You're not trying to use threats, are you? Let me tell you, the security guards in the corridor outside are all armed with real guns..."

He became less and less confident as he spoke, to the point that he couldn't even continue speaking after being stared at by Gojo Satoru until the end.

"Look into my eyes," Gojo Satoru said in a deep voice, scanning their faces one by one.

Their minds told them not to look, but their eyes uncontrollably followed the instructions and responded.

"It's fine if you want to say it's a threat, but I don't care about these kinds of messed up accusations.

Isn't the original purpose of establishing the General Directorate to supervise the world of magic?

You fear sorcerers, but at the same time, you cannot do without them. Ordinary people like you can only create curses but cannot exorcise them. You need sorcerers to help you do things that ordinary people like you cannot do."

"Hmph~" Gojo Satoru curled his lips sarcastically and continued, "I don't know what the people in the past said to you. Now, those idiots on the Directors' Council are gone, and no one in the Jujutsu League can suppress me. You can think of me as arrogant or whatever, it doesn't matter. The past is the past. From today on, you have to talk to me about everything in the future."

This is really arrogant...

The representatives above looked at Gojo Satoru with trepidation. In their eyes, Gojo Satoru was only a 21-year-old young man, but the oppressive feeling he presented was unbearable.

However, who gave him the courage to say such arrogant words?

Now, the pressure that Gojo Satoru brought with him, which could not be hidden, had made them feel unprecedented pressure.

They wanted to scold him for being impolite and unruly, but they couldn't open their mouths. The pressure that filled the entire conference room made it difficult for them to even breathe.

"I didn't want to do this, but the current world of spells has become rotten under the supervision of those rotten oranges. Let me tell you bluntly, I want to reform the world of spells, and this is definitely not just talk."

“…” The other party looked at each other, they thought Gojo Satoru was crazy.

What does it mean to innovate the world of sorcery? This has been the way it has been for the past hundred years. No matter who comes to power, they follow the rules set before. This young man actually says he wants to innovate?

Does he even know what innovation means?

That means breaking all the rules of the past hundred years, tearing down the built towers and rebuilding them all over again.

Is it so easy to say such a thing?

"Those above you should not interfere in the future of the curse world. This is the business of the curse masters themselves."

"Hey, Gojo Satoru," someone finally stood up to save the boss's face, "Don't be so arrogant. How can you do whatever you want with this kind of thing?"

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru smiled, his handsome face showing excitement. He asked the four people sitting opposite him, "Are you sure?"