The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 83

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First, though, she needed to convince her little brother. Suguru was extremely worried that if the higher-ups took notice of Chihori, they might try to do something bad to her.

Chihori said, "Don't worry, Suguru! I'm the No.1 main character in a chaotic gag manga!"

Satoru simply added, "The few of us guarding Chihori-chan together? No way they can touch her." Then he threw in a jab, "Besides, Chihori-chan could probably juice an orange with one punch."

—With that kind of power level, no normal person would dare mess with her!

Not to mention, Chihori wasn't part of the jujutsu world's messed-up system run by those rotten oranges.

Chihori: Breaking the serious narrative system is my specialty. (Fujiya mascot face.jpg)

Satoru tossed aside the corn cob and said, "Those rotten oranges were always nitpicking and causing trouble anyway, so what's a little more mess now?"

Wearing his straw hat (yes, it had become a regular accessory), Suguru's gentle face darkened a little. His narrow fox-like eyes lowered, hiding his emotions.

"...Even though they know about these sunflowers, seeing us grow them on such a large scale is bound to make them suspicious."

"Once we're in their sights, they'll probably slap on some so-called 'official reason' to restrict or use us."

"The higher-ups have always stuck to the rules. They can't stand anything that slips out of their grasp."

Chihori's eyes lit up. "That's perfect! I bet they're also experts at keeping piglets from slipping out of their grasp too—true pig-raising elites!"

Suguru Geto: "..."
His brain short-circuited.
—Why is your focus always so wildly off?!

Shoko exhaled a puff of smoke, her eyes sharp and amused. "We were never going to be able to hide the plants for long, and we're not planning to. Something this helpful in fighting cursed spirits is meant to be used."

As she spoke, she leaned slightly against the lab bench, lips curling into a smile.

"But luckily... at least for now, the sunlight we've stored, the experience we've gained—we've got a decent lead."

Suguru: "Yeah, that's true."

Chihori raised her hand and laughed brightly. "Don't worry! At that meeting with the higher-ups this weekend, I'm gonna make sure we gain something out of it!"

The Jujutsu High SaShiSu: "?"

System: [?]
System: [Wait—what are you planning to do??!]

Chihori smiled sweetly. "Let's bring our lovely little piglets as a welcome gift for the rotten oranges."

On the day of the meeting.

A pack of piglets—glowing with smiles, shimmering in rainbow, or bearing rebellious, cool expressions—charged into the grand meeting hall like a tidal wave!

Amid the chaos of shouting and falling chairs, a sudden explosion of fresh long-faced plants sprouted up like a fountain!!

In an instant, the entire hall was lit up, bursting into brilliant color.

This day would later be known as the beginning of a new plant era.

Also known as: The Great Light-Pig Plant Outbreak.

Wading through the dazzling crowd of flora, Chihori—our little girl who harvests plants—(tearfully), "There's so many... The elders' return gifts are truly touching. We only gave them a few piglets as a greeting, and in return they gave us this whole wave of new plants."

"So this is that saying, right? 'Return a favor tenfold for even a single drop of kindness'? I totally get it now!"

System: [...Stop understanding legitimate life lessons in such weird, completely wrong ways!!]

Let's rewind and go over the highlights of this wonderfully absurd meeting from the top.

Meeting day.
Masamichi Yaga arrived first, but thanks to deliberate arrangements by the higher-ups, he wasn't allowed to enter with the students, nor sit near them.

Their goal was clear: reduce communication between them during the meeting.

Later, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto arrived, carrying a large wooden crate covered in a red cloth, with ventilation holes. Chihori Geto and Shoko Ieiri followed behind, forming a tidy square formation.

At the entrance, a guard stepped in to block them. "What's this?"

Suguru smiled. "A little gift."

"Been a while since we've seen those old guys," Satoru said lazily. "Not like I miss them or anything, but I do have manners, y'know."

Suguru: "Satoru, don't say it like that."
—Respecting elders is not part of your usual behavior, you're just making it sound even sketchier!!

Unfortunately, the guard misunderstood Suguru's warning as a gentle reminder for Satoru not to call the higher-ups "old geezers." So his mood relaxed slightly, thinking: At least someone in this group follows the rules.

System (no mercy.jpg): [There is no rule-follower here. Only Chihori's own logic.]

Though the guard had heard of the Six Eyes, he didn't know much about them and failed to pick up the obvious red flags. He gave the red-covered crate only a casual glance.

After all, if it was for the higher-ups, they technically didn't have the authority to open it in advance.

To be honest, the guard didn't believe it could be any kind of weapon—mainly because the two guys carrying the crate were already more dangerous than any weapon on Earth.

Still, protocol was protocol.

He used a specialized jujutsu detection tool to scan the crate. No curse energy was detected. But when he leaned in a little closer... he thought he heard faint little piglet grunts.

Guard: "??"

...Must've been his imagination. Who the hell would bring live pigs to a higher-up meeting?

Keeping a straight face, the guard stood upright, stepped back, and said, "All clear."

He signaled the other guards to step aside, allowing the group to carry the red-cloaked crate inside.

The meeting hall was elegant and old-fashioned, filled with the stench of rot and decay as the higher-ups sat stiffly in their places, striking their usual pompous poses. They all frowned at the group entering.

"What are you carrying?" an elder seated at the head of the room glared down at them.

The two boys gently set the wooden crate on the ground. Suguru took off his straw hat, wiped the sweat from his brow, and smiled. "Just some local specialties from the countryside. Hand-raised and carefully selected. Nothing fancy—just a little token of goodwill."

System: [...Your dialogue is way too deep into your humble-farmer role, Suguru! What's next—"Please help us, our piglets aren't selling"?!!]

"...Local specialties?" The unexpected answer caught the higher-ups completely off guard.

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