The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 120

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All his attention was locked on the Special Grade curse across from them. Even though it was their first time facing one, even from a distance, the sheer pressure coming from that thing was unmistakable—it had to be a Special Grade.

The oppressive aura of a Special Grade curse was overwhelming, enough to leave people completely paralyzed. Nanami was holding up relatively well—years of training had at least left him able to move, even if his body was rigid and cold sweat crept down his back.

He took a deep breath.

...This mission had gone from tough to completely insane. They had barely dealt with the Grade 1 curse, hadn't even had time to catch their breath, and now a Special Grade curse had shown up?!

There was no way their team had the power to handle something like this—until the corner of his eye caught the calm, completely unbothered silver-haired girl beside him, and his thoughts suddenly paused.

...Miss Geto didn't look nervous at all.

Nanami's mind flashed back to when she'd summoned that flying Gojo star-thing with explosive impact... how she'd practically cracked the battlefield with just her words... and just now, how she'd hoisted that tall nut plant and whack-a-moled the Grade 1 curse into the ground like it was nothing.

Somehow, his heart settled a little. The tension in his chest eased.

He looked down at the paper-thin Haibara in his hands. Even Haibara, in his flattened state, seemed to be silently offering encouragement. Nanami steadied his breath. He reminded himself: in moments like this, the last thing you do is lose your cool.

Next to him, the silver-haired girl was still wearing her usual relaxed expression. She hadn't summoned a single plant, hadn't shown any signs of preparing for battle.

In fact, Chihori was thrilled.

She stared at Jogo, taking in every detail from head to toe. The more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.

She'd searched high and low for the perfect relic—and here it was, delivered right to her feet without any effort! Where else could she find such a finely crafted, perfectly themed artifact?

That Mount Fuji body, the three-directional flamethrower head design—it was flawless. The application potential was massive! The holy relic [Jogo] was a perfect match for their sacred flame, [Torchwood], and would become an essential part of the Scum-Purging Cult™.

And while Chihori's eyes sparkled with excitement, Jogo was quietly observing her too.

In truth, he had noticed the tail end of her earlier battle from a distance.

At first, he hadn't recognized who she was. All he saw was a scrawny human girl—not using any cursed technique, not even channeling cursed energy—just lifting up some freakishly long nut-looking thing and smashing a Grade 1 curse into the dirt like it weighed nothing!

Jogo: "......"

Jogo's worldview began to shake: Have regular humans evolved this far already?! Damn it, my dream of curses ruling the world just got even harder!

To top it off, she'd even drawn a cross over her chest like it was some kind of ritual. The Grade 1 curse, clinging to life, had tried to crawl out of the dirt—and the silver-haired girl, so very kindly, fed it something red (maybe a cherry? Jogo couldn't quite see clearly).

And in the very next second—BOOM. The ground exploded.
Yeah... whatever that red thing was, it was definitely a bomb.

Jogo: "Vile human!"

But as he drew closer and noticed how intently the silver-haired girl was studying the strange plant, Jogo finally remembered who she was.

—The strange girl spotted at the scene when Hanami rescued the vine monster.
—The disruptive factor in Tsuyu Ishimura's failed attempt to recover the finger.
—The one known as Chihori Geto.

Ah, so this was the brat. Jogo had originally just intended to take a glance and leave, but now his interest was fully piqued.

Although, to be honest? This is it? Jogo couldn't help but feel a little dismissive. Sure, she was a bit weird, but all she did was rely on those bizarre, unpredictable plants to pull off some cheap tricks.

If the vine monster lost to her, it was probably just because it was dumb. And as for Ishimura (a body used by Kenjaku, who never revealed their real identity to the other curses), they were clearly just too careless.

Although Ishimura seemed to have taken quite a hit during that last incident, they'd healed themselves with a reverse cursed technique and, upon returning, had specifically warned them:
[That girl's a little odd. Don't rush her head-on. I'll study her further and find a proper way to deal with her.]

But seriously—did they really need to "study" how to deal with some brat who didn't even have a cursed technique? Kenjaku was just overthinking it.

Jogo had never thought much of humans. Even if they were allies now, he still looked down on them.

...But this brat, the one who had humiliated their alliance? Today, she'd be finished by his hand.

Jogo grinned confidently, baring his teeth.

System leaned back dramatically and gave a virtual thumbs-up:
[Classic Jogo. Always queuing for high-rank matches.jpg]

That couldn't help but remind the system of one of the most iconic lines in the original manga:

[Satoru Gojo—I'll be the one to defeat you!]

A legendary line. Practically tombstone-worthy (not really).

And it wasn't even said to a student Satoru Gojo—no, it was directed at the fully maxed-out, current Gojo-sensei. Jogo even went out of his way to block Gojo's path for a 1v1. Truly the bravest of warriors.

Of course, the result was just as you'd expect—Jogo got so mad he erupted like an actual volcano, only to have his literal head ripped off by the strongest sorcerer, and had to be rescued by the ever-dutiful Hanami.

Back at base, Jogo's head had even been casually used as a soccer ball by Mahito and the others (...).

Chihori (wiping a sincere tear):
[What a moving friendship... sacrificing oneself for others' entertainment!]

In the Shibuya Incident, Jogo even fought Sukuna, the King of Curses himself. The guy had all his achievement points maxed.

In reality, Jogo was a determined, ambitious curse spirit, fully committed to the cursed cause—with strength to back it up.

It's just that...

System:
[—Why, Jogo? Why do you always pick the strongest ones to fight?! What kind of cursed RNG is this?!]

Original timeline:

Satoru Gojo

Sukuna

Now in the cursed-comedy timeline:

Chihori

He really was the group's unlucky golden retriever (in the worst way).

Now, in front of him, the silver-haired girl gave a radiant smile and spoke warmly:

"Thank you for your support of the Scum-Purging Cult, my friend. You've come a long way to find us. I sincerely invite you to join—we've saved the sacred throne just for you."

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