After class, the group quickly met Utahime and Mei Mei, who had returned from outside.
"Hello everyone, I'm Utahime Iori, a second-year. Please take care of me from now on."
"I'm Mei Mei. Please take care of me."
Utahime Iori, meeting them for the first time, wore a miko outfit and displayed a gentle smile, striving to present her most reliable side to her Juniors.
Thinking of her Juniors calling her Senior and relying on her, Utahime's smile grew even brighter.
However, life always delivers a critical blow in unexpected places.
Gojo Satoru, currently over 1.8 meters tall and not yet at his Peak of over 1.9 meters, stood before Utahime.
His tall stature completely enveloped Utahime.
He hooked a finger to his eye, revealing the Six Eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.
"Th-that, you're Gojo-kun, right? Is there something you need?"
Don't panic, don't panic. It must just be a prank from a cute Junior.
"You…"
Gojo Satoru's voice came from above Utahime's head.
"What is it, Gojo-kun?"
"So weak."
Crack.
Utahime seemed to hear something shatter.
"Satoru, don't bully Senior."
"But she really is weak."
Saying this, Gojo Satoru turned his gaze to Mei Mei.
"This Senior, on the other hand, looks very strong."
Gojo Satoru showed an interested expression.
Crack.
Utahime heard something shatter again.
"Oh my, thank you for the compliment, Gojo-kun."
Mei Mei replied with a smile.
Indeed, only a beautiful woman's squinting smile appears charming.
Geto's squinting smile always felt a bit… lewd.
"I'm Geto. Please take care of me, Senior."
"Ah, oh, please take care of me."
Utahime looked at Geto, whose smile carried a strange affinity, and finally felt a little better.
Someone who smiles so gently shouldn't be doing it on purpose… right?
However, Utahime was still too naive. Before long, she would witness how naturally Geto could annoy people.
Amidst laughter and joy (Utahime: What about me?), the group completed their introductions.
Grumble.
"Eichi, it's dinner time."
Artoria said, patting her flat stomach.
"It really is."
Eichi glanced at his phone; it was already past five o'clock.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know. Heroic Spirit Emiya is on a mission; he's not at the High School today."
"Is that so? Then let's go out to eat. What do you all want?"
Gojo Satoru offered a suggestion.
"How about hot pot? Let's call Medea too."
"Sushi?"
"Sukiyaki."
"Barbecue."
…Finally, the group arrived at a barbecue restaurant.
Sip.
The sound of a can being opened.
Shoko Ieiri opened a can of beer.
"If Yaga-sensei finds out, we'll get a lecture."
Eichi, who was elegantly and terrifyingly devouring food with Artoria, reminded her.
"It's fine. By the time we go back, Yaga-sensei will have already gone to sleep. Don't let his appearance fool you; he's actually very health-conscious."
"Gulp, gulp."
Having Reverse Cursed Technique is great; it's fine to indulge in both smoking and drinking.
"Utahime Senior, do you want some too?"
Seeing Utahime's surprised expression, Shoko Ieiri invited her.
"Mm, thank you."
Utahime subconsciously took the bottle.
Utahime had figured it out; these first-year Juniors each possessed extraordinary skills.
Thinking of this, Utahime gloomily raised her glass.
The atmosphere quickly became lively.
"Satoru, that dumpling is mine! It's mine!"
Geto looked speechlessly at Gojo Satoru, who had snatched a dumpling when he wasn't paying attention.
"Don't be stingy. Here, take this vegetable. Ah, don't snatch from my bowl!"
The two immediately engaged in a fierce contest, using their chopsticks as weapons.
The atmosphere between the two girls next to them, however, was very good.
"So, Ms. Medea will be coming to the High School as a teacher next year, is that right?"
Mei Mei still wore that charming and captivating smile.
Surely no one would dislike a woman who smiles like that.
"That's right."
Medea, dressed in professional attire, returned the smile.
"Is that so? What a pity our year already has teachers, so we won't be able to attend Medea-sensei's classes."
Saying this, Mei Mei showed a regretful expression.
"Oh, no. If you have any questions, you're always welcome to come find me, Mei Mei."
"Really? Thank you so much, Medea-sensei."
After speaking, Mei Mei put her hands together in a gesture of thanks.
"No need to be so formal. Speaking of which, I often saw crows on the road earlier. Are those your Shikigami, Mei Mei?"
Medea's gaze drifted towards the window; a few crows were still perched on a nearby utility pole.
"How impressive! You noticed on our first meeting?"
Mei Mei's squinting eyes opened slightly. This time, it wasn't a professional expression born from observing reactions.
She was genuinely surprised.
"I just happen to know a thing or two about Shikigami."
Medea smiled and nodded, pleased to see Mei Mei's surprised expression.
"But my Technique, Black Bird Manipulation, doesn't help much in direct combat. It's more useful for searching and interference."
Mei Mei looked troubled.
Before developing Kamikaze, a Move that sacrifices crows for a powerful one-time attack, Mei Mei primarily relied on Body Refining and cursed tools to fight.
Crows mostly served as support and interference.
"Have you ever thought about cultivating your own Shikigami?"
"Which type of crow has the best Cursed Energy consumption? Which type of crow can hold the most Cursed Energy…"
Medea's words made Mei Mei ponder.
Mei Mei was a person who pursued progress.
If her Technique wasn't very helpful, she would train her Body Refining.
If her Body Refining was difficult to improve further, she would go back to developing her Technique.
When her Technique couldn't advance further, she would continue to look for other methods, such as Ui Ui.
Therefore, from this moment on, Mei Mei highly valued Medea, who could help her improve her strength.
The two people on the outermost edges had already become the Make complaints (Tucao) group.
Bang!
"So what were they thinking, rushing me into marriage so quickly?!"
The wine glass was slammed onto the table, Utahime's face filled with indignation.
"They even said, 'With your excellent talent, you should have several children with those equally talented young masters early on to inherit their Techniques.' Why don't those guys go themselves?"
I think they want to, but those young masters don't fancy them.
"Alright, alright, calm down."
Shoko Ieiri gently patted Utahime's back while picking up a tissue to wipe the corners of Utahime's mouth.
"Wuwuwu, you're still the best to me, Shoko."
Utahime hugged Shoko Ieiri, deeply moved, burying her face in Shoko Ieiri's shoulder.
"Mm-hmm, don't cry."
Utahime Senior's alcohol tolerance is average.
The heavy drinker Shoko Ieiri commented.
"Ah, already drunk? How lame."
"You shut up, you scumbag Gojo!"
"This, is it good?"
Ignoring the furious Utahime, Gojo Satoru's gaze fell on the beer.
"Want to try some?"
Shoko Ieiri handed him a chilled bottle.
"Ah, thanks."
Sip.
Gojo Satoru pulled the tab, then, mimicking Shoko Ieiri, he chugged a bottle heartily.
"Burp~"
After one bottle, Gojo Satoru's face began to flush.
"Could it be…"
Eichi suddenly remembered that Gojo Satoru seemed to have extremely poor alcohol tolerance.
Indeed, shortly after finishing one bottle, Gojo Satoru collapsed into Geto's arms.
Geto: Should I take this opportunity to do something…? 100 kinds of pranks between best friends flashed through Geto's mind.
"Phew, thankfully he just has poor alcohol tolerance, not a tendency to act crazy when drunk."
The thing that specifically targets Gojo Satoru has been found: alcohol.
"Hahaha, scumbag Gojo is so lame."
Almost forgot, Utahime and Naobito act crazy when drunk.
However… looking at Gojo Satoru, who was already lying in Geto's arms, and then at Utahime, who was still saying "serves him right."
Eichi felt that Utahime could do this in the future.
Every time Gojo Satoru infuriated her, she could challenge him. As long as Gojo Satoru didn't cheat and refuse, Utahime could win against him in drinking for life.