The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 85

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"Where did you even get those glowing, rainbow-colored, human-faced weirdo pigs?!"

Satoru: "Hey, do pigs not get pig rights now? Calling them 'weirdo pigs' is definitely gonna get you in trouble with the animal rights folks~"

"You let those pigs loose on purpose! What's your motive? Trying to challenge the authority of the jujutsu world?!"

Shoko: "You're overthinking it. It was just a gift. No need to make up drama."

"What are those weird plants that popped up?" The Rotten Orange Leader, seated at the highest position, truly lived up to his title. Unlike the rest who got distracted by the pigs, he zeroed in on the real issue.

He tapped the armrest of his wooden chair with one hand, voice hoarse as he said, "I heard you've been planting a lot of sunflowers with human faces at the school lately... I doubt that's just for landscaping."

"There's no room for you to talk your way out of this." The old man lowered his clouded gaze—then suddenly turned to Yaga. "Yaga, don't you have something to say?"

Yaga's face remained calm, unreadable.

Under the hawk-like stares of the higher-ups, he gave a slight nod and said flatly, "I admit—I've practiced pig-catching techniques."

Higher-ups: "???"

Okay, sure, that was something that needed to be said—but that wasn't the question!!

In the stunned silence, a low, steady voice came from below:

"Mysterious lights flicker through the night at a regular high school... human-faced pigs appear during a high-level council meeting... uncanny valley plants grow out of the ground and from human bodies—

Behind all this, is it human manipulation, or divine prank?"

Chihori ended her line and struck a classic Jackie Chan Duang! gesture.
"—Duang~! Wanna know what happens next? Open up your very own pig-raising farm!"

Higher-ups: "......"

Satoru raised a hand to correct her, "Hold up, Chihori-chan! You skipped a step, you skipped a step!"

He swept his hair back coolly, gave a soft Duang!, and said,
"Step one should be: Wanna know what happens next? First, buy 99 crates of Dog Cocky Cat-brand strawberry milk~!"

The Rotten Oranges froze for a second at the scene, then slammed their hands on the table in anger.

"Enough! You brats are being ridiculous!!"

Chihori said seriously, "Let's put it in a more poetic way—it's just some summer chaos brought on by puberty."

The higher-ups: "......"

The elder sitting at the very top narrowed his eyes and stared down at the silver-haired girl below, his voice low and grim, "You're not a student of Jujutsu High."

Sensing the sharp gaze bearing down from above, Suguru stepped forward slightly, blocking it.

Chihori poked her head out from behind her brother. "Don't underestimate us working adults."

The higher-ups: "."

Next to them, Satoru was still his usual laid-back self. He waved a hand and said, "Alright, alright, why don't you old men grab some strawberry milk? Get some calcium in your bones and fix that—timid little illness of yours."

"Satoru Gojo!"

"Gojo!"

The first shout came from the higher-ups, the second was Yaga's deep call.

Yaga looked stern, but there was concern for his students in his eyes. He didn't want them clashing too hard with the higher-ups—at least not yet.

The air went still for a beat.

The next second, Chihori raised a hand and pointed at the topmost elder. "Hey, look—what's that behind you?"

The old Rotten Orange elder frowned, letting out a low chuckle. "Trying to change the subject at a time like this? How childish."

Right as he finished speaking, a powerful force slammed into him from behind, knocking him straight out of his seat—his forehead smacked into the wooden table with a loud thud!

Everyone: "!"

"Heh heh, snort snort."
A defiant little piglet had somehow escaped the earlier roundup, hidden in a blind spot—and delivered a surprise head-on collision!

Chihori calmly lowered her hand. "See? A pig that slipped through the net." She looked at the elder whose forehead hit the desk. "No need for such a grand salute."

The elder: "."
Do you think this is a salute?!

"There's still a pig?! Catch it now!!" The other higher-ups were all shocked, stumbling back and signaling for [Pig-Catching Pro] Masamichi Yaga to handle it.

Chaos broke out again thanks to the piglet.

By the time things calmed down, the Rotten Oranges' carefully prepared drafts, gathered momentum, and brewing schemes had all taken a serious hit.

Rotten Oranges (emotionless face): Tired.jpg

The elder at the very top still had a red bump from where he'd hit the table earlier (Chihori noted that this guy's skull was absurdly hard). He kept up a stern, dignified expression, but fury was written all over his face.

"Yaga! Look at the kind of students you've raised!"

Yaga: "The pig's not one of mine."

Elder: "I meant the students under you!!"

He let out a cold chuckle, his words laced with threat. "...Yaga, it seems you still don't understand how to do your job. Maybe you're not the right fit for this position."

Yaga looked up and calmly met the elder's eyes.

Chihori raised her hand. "Hey, Grandpa, if you think Mr. Yaga isn't right for the job, are you trying to compete for the role of Supreme Pig Cult Leader?"

Elder: "?"

What cult? What job?

As the room sat in a brief moment of silence, Suguru suddenly let out a quiet laugh, intertwining his fingers as he said something completely out of place, "The cursed spirits outside have been set up."

"Well done, Suguru." Satoru straightened up, his sky-blue eyes lifting slightly. "I think we can finally start a proper conversation."

Shoko didn't say much—she just lazily lifted her eyes. "Maybe we'll be needing a doctor in here?"

The higher-ups froze for a beat, then started to register the deeper implication behind those words.

"...What's the meaning of this? Are you planning to rebel?! Have you even thought about the consequences? You'll be wanted by the entire jujutsu world!"

The elder at the top spoke in a harsh tone, squaring his shoulders to appear strong, but his clenched fists gave away a flicker of fear.

The jujutsu sorcerers stationed nearby all tensed up as well.

—No one wanted to die.

Even though the higher-ups present held more senior positions than the few Jujutsu High students and had their own jujutsu bodyguards—some even carrying special-grade cursed tools—

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