The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 13

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"Ahhh—rules, rules, always the damn rules." Satoru leaned back, resting his hands behind his head, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

Suguru chimed in, "If it causes mass panic, it'll only make things more complicated, Satoru."

"Psh, I doubt regular people are that fragile." Satoru dragged out the last word but didn't argue further.

Yaga put the book away and looked at the group. "I'll study the curse-related content in this book over the next few days. In the meantime, you guys focus on training. There are missions coming up."

"Got it—"

After Yaga left, Suguru crossed his arms and turned to his white-haired best friend. "Hey, are you free next week during the break, Satoru?"

Satoru glanced at him. "Why?"

"I want you to come home with me," Suguru paused briefly, then admitted, "...I'm a little worried."

Satoru tilted his head, watching his friend's expression. He hesitated for a second before getting it. "Your sister?"

"Yeah." Ever since coming across the book and that weird glowing plant, Suguru couldn't shake off his unease. While his instincts told him there were no traces of residual cursed energy, he still couldn't ignore the nagging feeling.

His sister had always been weak and sickly. If any kind of negative curse energy lingered around her, it could seriously affect her health.

And Satoru Gojo, with his Six Eyes, could see through everything. If there was anything suspicious, he'd be able to spot it.

"Okay, no problem," Satoru made a gesture. "Next week, I'll go with you."

"Thanks, Satoru."

Shoko, resting her chin on one hand, suddenly spoke up. "Now that you mention it, Geto, we've never actually seen your sister before."

"She's been living in the countryside for her health. She only came back recently." Suguru's smile was gentle as he lowered his gaze and pulled out his phone.

"It's been a while since we've met too. Let me see if I have any recent photos—ah, found one."

"This is a photo of my sister from last winter. My grandma took it," Suguru said as he turned his phone screen toward Shoko and Satoru. "I've kept it in my album all this time."

— On the screen, a girl with sleek, silver hair tied high with a black ribbon sat on a swing in the yard. Strands of hair brushed against her cheek as the wind blew. Her fingers, thin and pale from illness, gently grasped the swing's ropes.

Against the barren, wintry background, her lake-green eyes stood out—brilliant and lively. It seemed she had just turned toward the camera after being called, her gaze carrying a soft, starry-eyed smile.

There was an undeniable frailty in her sickly pallor, yet at the same time, she radiated a striking vitality.

Silence filled the air for a second.

Then—

Satoru pointed at the screen, his voice rising in surprise, "No way, Suguru! This is your sister?? She looks nothing like you!"

Suguru let out a soft sigh, half amused, half exasperated. "Yeah, I know. The hair color difference, right? That's because—"

He had been through this before. Normally, at this point, he would smoothly explain, "One of us inherited Mom's silver hair, and the other got Dad's black hair."

But before he could finish, Satoru blurted out:

"—How the hell are her eyes so much bigger than yours?!"

Suguru Geto: "..."

Suguru Geto: -.-#

System: [A wild and strangely reasonable sibling resemblance crisis has appeared!!]

Watching Satoru and Suguru bicker over something as ridiculous as "whose eyes are bigger," Shoko sat by the window, resting her chin on one hand. "So childish," she muttered. Then, she lightly tapped the sunflower beside her. "Right?"

The sunflower, as always, wore a cheerful smile, swaying gently as it produced a small drop of sunlight—almost as if it was agreeing with her.

Shoko casually picked up the little sun fragment, which had the texture of stiff cardstock, turning it over in her fingers with a curious expression. "Hmm... seeing it up close, it's still just as unbelievable."

She eyed the sunflower, a spark of research interest lighting up in her mind. Without hesitation, she scooped up the entire potted plant and walked out of the classroom, heading straight for the lab.

When Satoru came back after his fight:

"???"

Where was my flower? Where was my big, radiant, smiling sunflower???

Meanwhile, Chihori was at another horse race track with Toji when she got a call from Suguru.

Of course, she was still wearing her signature pumpkin head mask. She had just placed a bet and was waiting for the results when she saw the caller ID. Stepping away to a quieter corner, she picked up.

"Hey, sister." Suguru's voice carried a hint of concern. "How are you feeling today?"

"Don't worry, I already took my meds." Chihori chuckled. "What about you? Not busy? Just finished class?"

Suguru, who had just been [fighting] with Satoru:

"...Yeah, just had some, uh, bonding time with a classmate."

Chihori glanced at the horse track, absentmindedly stroking her chin. "Me? I'm watching some little animals."

[System: Ah yes, the 'siblings who always tell the absolute truth' series strikes again!]

"Little animals?" The first thing that popped into Suguru's mind was stray cats. He chuckled softly on the other end of the line, feeling a bit more at ease.

—Sister really loves animals and plants. Even though she's always been in poor health, she still takes care of everything around her.

Suguru smiled and said gently, "I'm coming home for break next week. One of my classmates will be coming too—you should meet him."

"Sure!" Chihori agreed happily. "Are you guys coming to the house? I'll prepare some snacks and cook something for you."

"No need," Suguru coughed. "He's paying."

They chatted a little longer before Suguru had to go. After hanging up, Chihori adjusted her pumpkin head mask and returned to her spot.

Coincidentally, the race had reached its peak, and once again, they had placed their bets alongside Marigold.

Marigold, their little good-luck mascot, had plenty of experience in these things. Of course, it didn't always pick the right horse, but it won more often than it lost.

Toji, however, still hadn't figured out what made Marigold any different from a regular plant—aside from the fact that it had a face. So, to him, Chihori's betting skills just seemed naturally impressive.

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