The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 89

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Chihori: "Huh?"

"Suguru's gonna chat with that Fushiguro guy, and he told me to look after you. So obviously, that means I'm taking you out to have some fun—let's go! There's a new themed street that just opened nearby."

"Really?" Chihori blinked and thought back. "But I think Suguru said... this was for an official meeting?"

"You're the boss—you've already met Toji officially. This time it's Suguru meeting him formally."

Satoru nodded confidently. "Those two are handling business—we're going out to have fun. Oh, right, that themed street? It's got a ton of amazing street food, and super unique live performances too."

Chihori's eyes lit up. "Wow."

"Come on, let's go! It gets crowded fast, so we should grab a good spot by the stage before the rush."

Twirling his sunglasses, Satoru's icy-blue eyes curved playfully as he raised his hand and looped it around Chihori's arm, guiding her out of the café and off in the opposite direction.

Five minutes later.

Toji arrived at the café and headed straight for the private room Suguru had specified in his message.

In the spacious, elegantly decorated room, both Suguru and Toji sat in an unusually heavy silence.

Toji was the one who broke it first.

"If you're paying by the hour, then we can start the clock now, right?" Toji lazily lifted his eyelids and gave a light chuckle. "Mm... honestly, you're the first male client I've ever had. But hey, for chatting, gender doesn't matter."

Suguru: "?"

Suguru leaned back, "...Wait, hold up—what client? What chatting service? That's not what I hired you for!!"

He was here to confront and expose the scumbag head-on!

Wait a second—wasn't this already some kind of breakthrough intel?!

Suguru Geto: Now that I think about it... where's my sister? Where's Satoru??

—Where did everyone go???

System: [Your "reliable" ally successfully interpreted your words in an entirely different way and dragged your sister off to the themed street next door for food and fun (no mercy.jpg)]

"Wanna try this?" Satoru handed Chihori a pink ice cream cone. "It's peach flavor."

"Peach?" Chihori took it with mild surprise. "I thought it was strawberry."

"I thought so too... Mmh, usually strawberry tastes sweeter." Satoru squinted. "But I already get enough strawberry milk from the company, so I figured I'd switch it up while we're out having fun."

"Speaking of strawberry milk, Suguru drinks it too. He said the flavor helps mask that gross feeling when he absorbs cursed spirits." Satoru held up a finger and added, "Super fascinating~"

Yeah. Chihori thought. When she redeemed the formula for that strawberry milk, it had been for the Star Plasma Vessel incident—and to improve the taste whenever her little brother absorbed curses.

She was genuinely happy to hear her brother liked it.

Chihori smiled. "The hundred boxes you get weekly straight from the factory—do you share them with everyone?"

"I give some to the others, but mostly... it's just enough for me." Satoru replied.

"Eh??" Chihori turned to him. "So you're drinking like ten boxes a day? Isn't that a bit..."

"It's actually kind of not enough." Sator nodded, tapping his left palm with his right hand and flashing a cat-like smile. "So I also top up with crepes, buttered potatoes, and daifuku~!"

"No, I was actually going to say—don't you think you're having way too much sugar...?"

"Totally not," Satoru gave a thumbs up, voice rising, "No worries! As someone with Six Eyes, I probably have six pancreases working inside me too!"

"Wow."

System (violently shaking): [Don't look like you actually believed that, Chihori!!]

Satoru gently swirled the peach cone in his hand. "Besides, I've got the kind of body that never gains weight~ I can eat whatever I want."

Chihori put on a serious face. "You should consider becoming the poster boy, Gojo-kun—when I finally create my Butter-Sausage-Walnut Milk."

Satoru: "That does sound interesting, but... is that even drinkable?"

Chihori: "Should be fine. The Zenin clan's been ordering new kinds of milk like crazy."

—Though it was most likely because Toji had been the face of those borderline-absurd milk products, and Chihori had taken full advantage of that by weaving card-draw and collectible mechanics into the sales.

There were R cards, S cards, SRs, SSRs, and a bunch of unreleased hidden editions.

Top fan—Young Master Naoya Zen'in had vowed: I'm going to collect every single Toji card!

System: [Naoya-kun is the ultimate sucker (no mercy)]

Chihori: [But it did train Naoya's tongue and stomach to handle literally anything without flinching.]

"According to the brochure, if we follow this path, we'll reach the center stage." Satoru glanced down at the little booklet in his hand. "There's gonna be a circus show and a dancer performance."

Chihori leaned over to read. "Sounds pretty nice. Oh—it also says the area next to it's an open space for people to show off their talents. The audience can send special cards to their favorite performers, and the cards can be exchanged for raffle tickets to win big prizes."

"The prize list includes a Limited Edition Oscill Watch, Classic Mountain Bike, Fairy Girl Color-Changing Electric Wings, and a mysterious spell tag item in a box."

At that, both Chihori and Satoru went quiet for a moment. Their expressions turned serious, and their voices dropped.

"Can't believe... they actually have something like that here."

"Yeah," Chihori said. "So, are we going?"

"Of course. No way we're skipping it."

"You've already picked your target, haven't you?"

Satoru said, "That's right, we have to pull that one."

They exchanged a look and high-fived in sync. "Target—Fairy Girl Color-Changing Electric Wings!"

System: [??]

System, sincerely: [Please, could you guys pay attention to the [mysterious spell tag in the box], maybe? That thing is very likely related to Sukuna-sama's finger! That's supposed to be the main point, right??]

Chihori & Satoru (waving magic wands.gif): Main point? What main point? There is no main point!

System: [...There's no hope left for the jujutsu world. Let it all burn (slow death.jpg)]

On their cheerful walk toward the center stage area, Satoru and Chihori unexpectedly ran into a familiar face they had just mentioned not long ago—Naoya Zen'in.

Actually, at first glance, Chihori didn't recognize it was Naoya. She just saw a blond teenager from afar, helping a wobbly old grandma cross the street.

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