The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 98

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Even though Brain-chan had slipped away, it left behind such a valuable gift (??) —what a heroic mother-brain!

She had unlocked another plant. One step closer to opening her [Little Garden].

Off to the side, Naoya finally finished throwing up rainbows. He straightened up, wiped the corner of his mouth with a moist towelette, and struggled to speak:
"...Hey, with all those giant explosions just now... did anyone remember to put up the [Curtain] beforehand?"

"...!"

Everyone froze in the middle of the scorched and wrecked battlefield.

Satoru leaned back like a character in a gag manga.
"Crap! We totally forgot!!"

The scene fell silent again for a few beats.

Naoya:
"...I think I hear sirens."

Everyone: "."

Suguru:
"Should we, uh... make a tactical retreat or something?"

Chihori & Satoru:
"NO—Our magical electric color-changing fairy wings—!!"

Naoya: "...Is now really the time to be so hung up on those color-changing wings?! Can't you just go back and buy them again?"

"No," Satoru crossed his arms. "Winning them in a draw and buying them yourself are totally different things."

Chihori nodded in agreement. "Exactly. The fun of a draw is in that exact moment when you win something — just like the thrill of grabbing a prize from a claw machine!"

"Staying here a bit longer actually makes sense," Suguru let out a breath and calmly analyzed the situation. "The most dangerous place is also the safest. As long as we blend in before anyone notices, we're good."

Satoru waved beside him, adding, "Our dragon dance performance got rave reviews, you know! We even earned a bunch of special cards we can trade in for lottery tickets — can't just let those go to waste."

Naoya frowned. "?"

Dragon dance? What dragon dance?? Wasn't their street begging (bushi) performance cut off by a single slap from Chihori before it even started?

Satoru: "The dragon dance was when you guys went flying just now. Naoya-kun played a key role in the 'Soaring Dragon Tail' move. Too bad it happened so fast — the footage turned out super blurry, so no chance of going viral with that."

Naoya: Who the hell wants to go viral like that?!

As the sound of sirens got closer, Naoya struggled to steady himself against a nearby tree trunk. "Hey, listen, maybe we should stop chatting already. The cops are seriously on their way."

"We can run," Chihori pointed at the ground, "but what about your rainbow?"

Everyone looked down at the rainbow mess all over the ground.

Naoya: "...Can they even tell it was me who threw up?"

"No idea. But probably."

Naoya's expression twisted in a mix of shock and despair. He looked up and saw Satoru holding what looked like the head of a mop — or maybe a plant (?). He paused for a second, then reached out. "Lend me that for a sec."

"Wait." Chihori took the Grave Buster first, scanned it into the card system, then handed it over to Naoya. "By the way, what do you need this plant for?"

"This is a plant? Doesn't look like one at all... whatever, I'm using it to clean up the mess." Naoya grabbed the dark, mop-head-looking plant and moved like he was about to toss it into the rainbow puke puddle like a rag.

But the moment the dark mop-plant sensed his movement, it suddenly latched onto his hand with a vicious chomp!

"AAAH — OW OW OW!!" Naoya jumped like a cat getting its ear clamped by a crab. "Why the hell did it bite me?! Isn't it a plant??"

Chihori glanced down at the rainbow mess, then looked back at Naoya and said in a level tone, "Just think about it — if someone tried to throw you into vomit, wouldn't you bite them too?"

Naoya: "." Is that really something you can empathize with?!

"We've gotta move," Suguru suddenly said, eyes narrowing. "Someone's coming this way."

Satoru nodded, then turned to Naoya, who was still struggling to shake off the Grave Buster on his hand. "Naoya-kun, how about this — I'll clean up the scene, and you handle updating the assistant supervisors and teachers so they can take care of the aftermath?"

"Huh?" Naoya raised an eyebrow, but now wasn't the time to argue. "Fine, fine, I'll go. But how exactly are you gonna clean this up?"

"Easy." Satoru flashed a grin and acted on it. "Blue."

"BOOM——!!"

Another huge explosion rocked the scene, tearing the ground wide open with its sheer force!!

Looking at the wrecked patch of land, Satoru tilted his head casually and said, "All done. Scene's cleaned up."

Naoya: "...What kind of demonic cleanup method is that?! You blew up the entire ground just to get rid of a small puddle of rainbow?!"

Satoru Gojo (thumbs up): Simple, brutal, problem solved.jpg

Anyway, the group still managed to leave before anyone showed up.
Naoya, stiff all over, called his teacher to report the situation and informed the assistant supervisor too.

He had no idea how the jujutsu world planned to explain this to the public. The explosion had been way too loud and dramatic. He also had no clue how his teacher or the higher-ups would deal with him.

Naoya's heart was tight in his chest — teenage nerves trembling slightly in his gut.

Even though he was the heir of the Zen'in clan... well, especially because he was the heir, the pressure and criticism from the family would only hit harder.

Some of the old fossils in the clan had never liked him to begin with. Naoya was painfully aware of that. A lot of people disapproved of the reforms he tried to push inside the family, and they'd always had a problem with his loud, sharp-tongued style.

...What a pain. Naoya clicked his tongue in his mind.

Compared to Naoya's barely-contained anxiety, the rest of the group didn't seem bothered at all. Chihori and Satoru were still excitedly gearing up for the prize draw, while Suguru just said, "Satoru, you and I need to talk later."

Naoya's fox-like eyes lifted slightly in confusion as he drawled, "Heeey, why are you all so chill? We just caused a huge mess."

Satoru had one hand in his pocket and twirled his fingers. "You think this is bad? I've caused way worse. Forgot to set up a [Curtain]? Meh, minor detail."

Naoya thought about the Six Eyes' power, thought about Satoru's personality, and tried to imagine the kind of stuff he might've done. In comparison, yeah... this was kind of a minor thing.

The system's imagination kicked in:
[A cat capable of tearing down a whole house only knocked over a cup of water — shouldn't Rotten Orange be grateful for the cat overlord's mercy?!]

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