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“Yuta, don't interrupt this time.”
His clear voice still has the timbre of a child but is sharper and tougher than that of any adult. This is the result of growing up in an environment where you can be assassinated at any moment, or simply the way an arrogant kid speaks.
People who have never lived in a situation like this, such as Yuta, will easily feel sympathy for this 7-year-old child. But Satoru himself didn't feel particularly miserable or anything, it was true that sometimes his eyes were very tired because of the Six Eyes, and he also hates staying in the main house with boring lessons every day, but he himself understands that, because of his different powers, his way of life is not the same as other kids.
In this boring world, for him, having this great power in his hands is an interesting thing, because this power is one of the only things it has not yet been able to decipher or master in its 7 years of life. For someone who can do anything without wasting any effort, if something challenging exists, of course it will be more interesting. Oh there's something else challenging next to him...
Bodyguard of the young master of the Gojo clan - Okkotsu Yuta. Although he is only in his second year at Jujutsu High Tokyo, Yuta already holds the title of special grade sorcerer. In addition, the Gojo clan also investigated that the Okkotsu family was the descendant of Sugawara Michizane - that is, the same ancestor as the Gojo clan. They were very impressed with Yuta's abilities and background, so they invited him to be young master Satoru's bodyguard (and babysitter).
At first Gojo seemed very uncomfortable with Yuta, not because he suddenly had someone hanging around him because Gojo was always being followed around by the people at home. It's because no matter how hard he tries, he still cannot escape the supervision of Yuta, who is stronger than anyone who has ever taken care of him. But Gojo also couldn't deny that training with Yuta was much more enjoyable than with other teachers.
It can be said that Yuta is a new challenge in the life of the white-haired kid.
In addition, there is one more thing that makes little master Satoru's sympathy for Yuta increase significantly. With Yuta by his side, Satoru was allowed to fight in real life as well as go out more. Previously, he had to run away from home on his own, sometimes even being caught and grounded. With Yuta, he can go anywhere. Of course, there are still some restrictions and regulations.
“Satoru-sama, but if you miss lunch time again, I will have to finish off your opponent for you.”
Blue veins appeared on the white-haired child's temple. Not paying attention to the roaring cursed spirit, he shouted at his bodyguard.
“I told you not to interfere! It's okay to eat a little late, I'm not a child anymore!”
The black-haired teenager's eyebrows furrowed, the master was so stubborn again...
“But the master is clearly a child…”
For the first time, someone likes to pay but does it so gently, as if coaxing a child like that, it's really annoying.
“So noisy!”
Using the ground as a stepping stone, Gojo jumped high and kicked straight into the cursed spirit's hideous face.
“Graaowwww”
Gently lifting the tree trunk three times larger than his body, Satoru used momentum, aimed at the thing emitting deadly gas around him and threw it towards it. The terrifying cursed spirit looked like a cloud of black smoke, destroyed easily and couldn't have been more humiliating than at the hands of a child.
In fact, losing at the hands of this 'child' really wasn't humiliating at all.
“Wah, little master is so amazing, just in time for lunch today”
Yuta excitedly clapped his hands as he watched his master's close combat skills improve. It felt like watching his own child growing up. It was really difficult to hold back his tears.
“I told you not to treat me like a child, stop acting like you're coaxing a child, you hear me?”
Yuta bowed a bit while walking parallel to the distant relative boy he was protecting. Although the little master is not very clever with his tongue, he is actually not mean at all.
“Okay, okay fufu”
Even though he kept nagging like that, Satoru actually really liked hearing Yuta's compliments, he liked hearing Yuta's voice that was both soft like cotton candy and sweet like strawberry cake. Hmm, but there is no way he would admit it.
“Today I want to eat strawberry parfait!”
It seems like since the day Yuta became his bodyguard, Satoru has been spoiled even more than before..?
"You can eat whatever you want today, as a reward for shortening the time to purify the cursed spirit."
It can be said that Yuta is both a bodyguard, a babysitter, and an advisor to Satoru in real combat. Satoru really liked listening to Yuta lecture instead of the boring lessons of the family tutors. Whenever he reads documents about traditional techniques, if he doesn't understand anything, he can ask Yuta. Although Yuta does not know anything about this technique, he can research and assist Satoru with some of the basic parts needed to perform the technique.
“Then I want to eat omurice at the restaurant we often go to!”
Satoru doesn't like eating at home, the chef's cooking is very boring. Even though Yuta said it was for his health, Satoru still couldn't stand it. By the way, Satoru also likes Yuta's cooking, but his bodyguard is too busy to cook often.
“Okay, let's go eat omurice and then stop by the cafe next door for a parfait, okay?”
Two figures, one white, one black, were laughing and talking non-stop along the way. Today, they moved a little closer together.