The day after exorcising the Shadow Crocodile, Eichi's mission report caused quite a stir at Jujutsu Headquarters.
A 15-year-old capable of exorcising a Special Grade Cursed Spirit was already considered a Genius, but Eichi wasn't the only one who could achieve this.
Geto and Gojo Satoru could also do it.
However, those who achieved Domain Expansion at 15 were exceedingly rare.
Some were happy about this, while others were troubled.
Naobito was naturally among the happy ones.
Although Eichi had a poor attitude towards the Zenin Clan and had already expressed his intention to establish a new Zenin Clan, Naobito found Eichi's attitude towards him surprisingly good.
It was the same with Toji.
While Toji wouldn't hold back if a Zenin Clan member provoked him, he would still give Naobito some Face.
Of course, it might also be for the sake of money and cursed tools.
Thinking of this, Naobito felt a pang of heartache for the Zenin Clan's Kiko; many powerful cursed tools had been taken by Toji, and the empty spaces hadn't been refilled yet.
However, what was surprising was that the Gojo Family Head was the most vexed.
When Eichi submitted his Jujutsu Rank assessment application, the Gojo Family Head felt it was time for Eichi to change his surname to Gojo.
As a result, before they could even act, they were stopped by Gojo Satoru.
"Don't do anything unnecessary, okay?"
"Oh, right, how about I become a divine child in the Zenin Clan for a while?"
Watching Gojo Satoru say this with a playful grin, the Gojo Family Head's heart twitched.
He believed Gojo Satoru would actually do it; it seemed anything outrageous became reasonable when it came to Gojo Satoru.
Since overt methods wouldn't work, the Gojo Family Head wanted to try covert ones, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed.
Coupled with Gojo Satoru's obstruction, the Gojo Family Head at that time felt a sense of absurdity.
Your Majesty, your subjects are ready to fight to the death, why do you surrender first?
They hadn't managed to 'kidnap' the divine child of the Ten Shadows Technique, and their own Six Eyes User was being led astray.
Eichi: I accuse you of slander, you slander me!
Would Gojo Satoru need others to lead him astray?
At this moment, at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"How about we go to the beach?" Eichi suggested to the others just as Yaga Masamichi left the classroom.
"Oh, yes, yes, let's go now!" Gojo Satoru's spirits immediately lifted upon hearing about going out to play.
"Satoru, we still have class this afternoon."
"It doesn't matter. This afternoon's class is hand-to-hand combat, and we can practice that at the beach just the same."
"But..."
"Geto, it's okay to relax occasionally. Just leave a leave note for Teacher Yaga."
"Eichi, even you're like this."
"We've been working overtime for so many days; it's fine to relax."
He finished speaking and pulled Geto and Artoria along.
Majority rules, let's go!
Caw, caw.
Seabirds circled above the yacht.
A small yacht was docked by the shore.
This was the Gojo Family's yacht.
"Are the girls not ready yet?" Gojo Satoru was lazily sprawled by the yacht's window.
"What, are you eager to put sunscreen on Ieiri-san?" Eichi joked from the side.
"No, I'd get hit!" Gojo Satoru waved his right hand continuously by his Face.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
As they spoke, Shoko Ieiri and Artoria finally emerged from the changing room.
Shoko Ieiri wore a red bikini, exuding youthful vitality.
Artoria's swimsuit, on the other hand, was predominantly white with some blue trim decorations, featuring blue bows tied at the sides and back.
"Oh, wow, that's great!" Gojo Satoru gave them a thumbs-up.
"If you keep staring, I'll gouge out your eyes," Shoko Ieiri said the most terrifying words in the gentlest tone.
"It suits you well, Ria."
"Thank you."
Although she knew modern swimsuits were like this, Artoria was still a bit unaccustomed to wearing one for the first time.
"Want to play with this?" Eichi handed Artoria a water gun that was entirely transparent with two yellow water reservoirs at the top and bottom.
"What is this?" Artoria held the water gun and then pulled the trigger.
It was a bit interesting. Artoria pulled the trigger towards the water again.
"Shall we go diving? I heard the underwater scenery here is beautiful."
"We didn't bring diving equipment, did we?"
"It's fine. We're so strong, we won't drown."
"That's true." Geto nodded.
The underwater world had a dreamlike beauty.
The sunlight, refracted by the clear, azure seawater, presented a dreamlike aesthetic.
Countless small fish constantly darted among the colorful corals in the water.
The unpolluted seawater was truly beautiful.
However, the island nation in this world wouldn't have the chance to discharge wastewater, because Kenjaku, when he initiated the Culling Game more than a decade later, directly annihilated all those people.
At that time, should I take control of the island nation, which would be in a political vacuum?
Eichi relaxed his body, letting himself float on the sea surface, his thoughts drifting far away.
At this moment, Gojo Satoru was racing Geto in swimming.
Shoko Ieiri had spotted a beautiful fish and was contemplating whether to catch it and keep it as a pet.
Artoria was next to Shoko Ieiri, watching a sea turtle slowly pass above them.
The group also gathered ingredients on the spot and made a seafood barbecue and seafood soup.
After eating their fill, Eichi and Shoko Ieiri comfortably sunbathed on the beach.
Unbeknownst to him, Eichi fell into a deep sleep.
"Satoru, are you sure about this?"
"Aren't you doing it too, Geto?"
"No, Eichi is fine, but Ieiri-san will hate you."
"Ah, no problem, Shoko won't say anything about this much."
Sounds continuously entered Eichi's mind.
Muzzily, Eichi was woken up and wanted to rub his sleepy eyes.
"Huh?"
Eichi found that he couldn't move.
He opened his eyes in confusion.
What met his gaze was the sand burying his body and... two full, sand-formed objects.
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"Satoru, have you decided what to engrave on the tombstone?" Eichi turned his head, looking at Gojo Satoru with a terrifying smile.
Then Eichi's smile froze.
What entered Eichi's eyes was Shoko Ieiri, also napping.
Only this time, Shoko Ieiri was also buried in sand.
From the outline, Gojo Satoru must have piled sand to give Shoko Ieiri the image of a muscular strongman comparable to Toji.
Of course, what was most captivating was the enormous object piled up from sand mixed with seawater below the waist.
"Pfft." Eichi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Shoko Ieiri was also woken up.
"You guys are so noisy, huh?" Feeling something was off, Shoko Ieiri opened her eyes.
"Gojo!" The next moment, Shoko Ieiri's roar echoed across the sky.
"Hey, Geto, send me a copy of the photos."
"Oh, just a moment."
"Why is there only Shoko's? Where's mine?"
"Oh." Geto didn't expect Eichi to want to collect his own embarrassing moments too.
Eichi didn't mind Geto's gaze; frankly, after spending a long time with Gojo Satoru, Eichi understood one principle:
As long as I'm not embarrassed, others will be.
As long as he didn't care, Gojo Satoru wouldn't be able to tease him with past embarrassing moments.
Soon, another photo was sent to Eichi's phone.
"You know, Satoru, even though he's a bit punchable, his craftsmanship is really good." Eichi commented, looking at the graceful figure piled up with sand.
"That's certainly true." Geto also agreed with this point.