Tokyo Jujutsu High.
It was the same Tokyo Jujutsu High that Akemi Aki had mentioned before, and there were only two such schools in all of Japan. One was in the former capital, Kyoto, and the other was in what now functioned as the capital, Tokyo.
"Even if you already know a bit, let me give a brief introduction," he said casually. "Tokyo Jujutsu High is the most important institution under the Jujutsu Society. It is responsible for training Jujutsu Sorcerer and also serves as their main base for operations, covering teaching, mission assignments, and unified management of techniques and cursed tools, so you can think of it as Konohagakure."
"And you still say you are not Kakashi Hatake?"
It was not that Akira was nitpicking on purpose. You were the one dragging the topic toward Naruto, so you could not blame him for that.
"I am not, I did not, and if you do not believe me I can take off the blindfold right now. Also, I am neither a principal nor a Hokage, just an ordinary public school teacher."
The moment he spoke, the tone was already full of overdone modesty.
"Can I stop talking now? You continue."
To prevent things from sliding in a strange direction, Akira stopped him right away. After all, someone who could make removing a blindfold sound like taking off stockings existed only in one person across the world, and that was Satoru Gojo.
"TheBenefits at Tokyo Jujutsu High is very good," Satoru Gojo continued.
"Tuition is free, food and lodging are covered, and you can choose any higher education credential in all of Japan. There is also a large personal insurance policy with a designated beneficiary, and during the internship period the base pay matches the quasi professional group of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, with bonuses settled and paid immediately by mission level. With your ability, the income will definitely be much higher than writing a Light Novel, though I still suggest you keep writing."
"Because income is proportional to risk?"
Life money was never cheap.
"No, because human dreams never stop."
Satoru Gojo folded his hands together, his voice low and unusually magnetic.
Then he caught sight of the look of disdain on Akira's face.
"So it is not Konoha, it is One Piece."
"All right, I admit it, I am the strongest man in the world, white… hair."
"I have to admit, you are the stronger one," Akira said as he raised his hands in surrender. "It takes skill to say something this embarrassing out loud."
"Because I really am the strongest."
"Yes, yes, I know," Akira replied. "But you being the strongest does not mean I am, and the risks I have to bear will not disappear." He rubbed his fingers together, the meaning obvious.
"So you want to talk conditions. I am not good at that, so just say what you want," Satoru Gojo said as he scratched his head. "As long as I can satisfy it, I will try, whether in terms of Jujutsu or other aspects."
When he had listened to his students report a few days ago, he had already realized this teenager was unusual, and meeting him today only raised that evaluation further. He did not mind paying more, since being rich and capable meant you could afford it.
"I do not even know what you actually have," Akira said, tossing the ball back. Naming a price first as the seller was always risky.
Back then, there had been a story about a wealthy oil magnate in the Middle East who offered to pay party dues, and the party grit its teeth and quoted a high price of one hundred million.
The magnate accepted happily, so the party wondered if it had asked for too little and added that it was in US dollars. The magnate then asked if they were looking down on him, saying his quotes were always in dollars, and even raised it to one hundred and twenty million, opening a whole new world for the party.
It was clear that Satoru Gojo really was not good at negotiation. After holding his chin and thinking for a long while, he suddenly blurted out to Pancham that they had experience related to raising Panda.
Akira knew he meant Panda. If it was about real animals called Panda, Akira actually had more experience than Satoru Gojo, since he had even visited the large breeding base in Sichuan.
He reached out and poked Pancham's soft cheek. "How about I take you to see other Panda?"
"Play, play," Pancham shouted, waving its arms around.
For Pancham, the word play meant exactly that, wanting to play.
"If you want to play, then go play."
Pancham was naturally mischievous, far more lively than the reserved Gardevoir. In a school full of Jujutsu Sorcerer, it would also be able to play more freely.
"Ari, are you really going?" Akemi Aki asked at last.
She had always handed the initiative to her child, but now she spoke up, unconsciously gripping the corner of her clothes. It was clear she had concerns.
Akira gave a low acknowledgment. Everything he had done before was just to secure as many benefits as possible.
Whether for financial reasons or the needs of the System, Tokyo Jujutsu High was unavoidable, and beyond that there was one more crucial consideration.
"Not only am I going, you are going too, Mom," Akira said calmly. "I want my mother to live directly at the school. That is my condition."
"I have never even heard of such a request," Satoru Gojo said, once again entering a state of shock that could last a year.
"It does not matter whether you have heard of it," Akira replied. "What matters is whether you agree."
"Ari…" Akemi Aki finally understood his intentions and the care behind them.
Satoru Gojo could tell there was something deeper going on. "Can you tell me the reason?"
"No," Akira said as he shook his head. "We are bound by strict agreements not to disclose information. You can only investigate it yourself. All I can tell you is that if you agree, you may face considerable pressure in the future, and it might even put you in an awkward position."
"That makes it even more interesting."
Even though Akira had not explained anything, a few key words had already given Satoru Gojo a direction. The confident smile returned to his face.
"Pressure is nothing. Every day there are people who want to put pressure on me, but it never works," Satoru Gojo said lightly. "If they have the guts, they can come fight me."
"That is true. No one would be foolish enough to make you an enemy," Akira replied, having waited for exactly that line.
If Akira wanted to operate in the world of Jujutsu, it was only a matter of time before the Kamo Clan noticed him. He was not afraid of the Kamo Clan, but clashing with such an old clan was troublesome, especially when they liked to interfere in secret through all kinds of methods, and he also had to consider Akemi Aki's feelings and safety.
The best solution was to find a backer who could withstand pressure from the Kamo Clan in every way, someone who would make them hesitate to act rashly.
That person was Satoru Gojo.
His personal strength, the influence of the Gojo family, and most importantly his habit of doing exactly this kind of thing all made him ideal. Akira already knew of at least four people whom Satoru Gojo had protected from traditional Jujutsu forces, all of them his students, and there were even more with no names or backgrounds.