The sharp sound of high heels echoed against the floor.
About half a minute later, the lock outside the door clicked open. A curvy woman dressed in black walked in. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she exuded a mature, enchanting aura that was irresistibly captivating.
Behind her followed a boy with a blank expression. He had long, equally golden hair and looked like someone of mixed heritage, not much older than the current Gojo Satoru.
His features were delicate, but his posture was rigid, giving off an unapproachable and dangerous presence—like a dark young wolf.
Seeing the white-haired boy still lying asleep on the bed, the woman did not hesitate. She leaned forward and lightly touched Gojo Satoru's right cheek with a teasing hint of flirtation, whispering softly:
"What a beautiful child… No wonder that gentleman made him…"
Made him what?
Gojo Satoru, who was pretending to sleep, eagerly waited for her to continue. However, she only smiled faintly, stopping mid-sentence, and placed her index finger against her lips.
"Are you awake? If you are… open your eyes, pretty boy."
Her identity was already clear.
Vermouth—the shapeshifting witch from Conan. A high-ranking member of the Organization, known as "half a bottle of fake liquor," and a woman especially favored by the boss.
At this point in time, she had not yet met her "angel." She was still a true and loyal member of the Organization.
Whether she discovered he was pretending or not didn't matter.
His snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly as Gojo Satoru slowly opened his eyes.
His first role-playing mission in this world… was about to begin.
He just hadn't expected to awaken inside the Black Organization—and to face such a troublesome witch right from the start.
The Organization…
The original Gojo clearly wasn't good with alcohol.
So what kind of personality did the young Gojo Satoru have?
Fragments of childhood memories flashed through his mind—
The overwhelming fear he inspired in the Jujutsu world…
The fervent expectations of his retainers…
The indulgence and pampering from his elders…
Yes.
A spoiled child.
Somewhat lonely due to the lack of equals.
Willful. Arrogant.
A truly troublesome brat.
Those crystal-clear blue eyes fixed directly on the woman before him. Like a divine child, the boy slowly sat up. He yawned, then asked indifferently:
"Who are you?"
Vermouth had always been fond of rare and extravagant treasures—and the boy's eyes were so beautiful that she felt an urge to claim them for herself.
Yet under that gaze, she felt completely exposed.
As if she stood naked before him.
Every thought, every emotion—laid bare, impossible to conceal.
She was surprised… but also found it reasonable.
Since he was valued by that gentleman, he must possess something extraordinary.
Her gaze flickered slightly as her red lips parted.
"You can call me… Ms. Vermouth."
"Your name is Gojo Satoru, right? May I call you Xiao Wu?"
Gojo Satoru was slightly surprised by her attitude, but his expression did not change. He simply pouted and replied:
"I wouldn't call such an unpleasant name 'Ms.'"
"What an impolite child."
Instead of being offended, Vermouth became even more intrigued. Raising an eyebrow, she said:
"You do know that's my codename, right? Didn't that gentleman mention it?"
Receiving no reply, she paused briefly before continuing:
"Well… it seems he doesn't dote on me enough."
"But Xiao Wu, do you know why you're here?"
"That gentleman personally ordered you to participate in the Organization's training camp on this island."
"Although your relationship with him is special, he has no intention of treating you differently. Everyone here is treated equally."
"Those who survive… become excellent killers."
"Within three years, if you fail to surpass the others and earn a codename, you will be abandoned."
"However… he seems to have extraordinary confidence in you. Hehe…"
As he listened, Gojo Satoru began piecing together his identity in this world.
He had close ties with the Organization's boss…
Perhaps a "Gojo Family" existed here as well.
Maybe some kind of secret deal had been made.
Recognizing his terrifying talent, they had sent him here for training.
But one question remained—
Did Jujutsu Sorcerers still exist in this world?
While pondering, Gojo Satoru looked up at Vermouth and said calmly:
"Confidence? Of course."
The white-haired Six Eyes child let out a soft snort, his gaze filled with disdain.
"Because I am the strongest."
A perfect ten out of ten in arrogance—overwhelmingly oppressive.
Vermouth froze for a moment… then burst into laughter.
"You're really interesting. I'm starting to like you, Xiao Wu."
Gojo Satoru replied flatly:
"But I really dislike you."
Her smile stiffened slightly, as if struck.
"I didn't expect that… Has my charm declined recently? Neither of you is giving me any face."
The "both" clearly referred to Gojo and the other boy.
She turned toward the silent, long-haired boy.
"Jin-kun, Xiao Wu is from the same country as you, right? You two should get along."
"So from today onward, you will be roommates and partners."
"Jin-kun has been here for two years and is very strong. Xiao Wu, if you don't understand something, feel free to ask him."
"Is that acceptable?"
The long-haired boy's expression darkened, a chilling aura surrounding him.
But as an orphan with no backing—despite his high skill level—he clearly could not refuse someone of her status.
"…Understood."
His voice was cold and hoarse.
Gojo Satoru already knew who he was.
The future leader of the Organization.
The tireless workaholic.
The man responsible for turning Kudo Shinichi into Conan—
Gin.
Or rather, Kurosawa Jin.
Right now, he still looked young… even somewhat cute.
His hair wasn't white yet.
Who would have imagined how terrifying he would become?
Ah… Sherry—
Ahem. Stop.
So both he and Gin were assassins being trained by the Organization?
And the main storyline was still eighteen years away?
That meant he would have to stay here for eighteen years?
Just thinking about it made him dizzy.
Fine…
For now, his main objective was clear:
Stand out in the training camp.
Earn a codename.
Maintaining his arrogant demeanor, Gojo tilted his head slightly, his tone that of an obnoxious young master:
"Teach me? Is he even qualified?"
Kurosawa Jin's composure wasn't yet fully developed. He frowned and said coldly:
"Kid. Fight me—and you'll find out."
Though Vermouth enjoyed the tension, she stepped in to stop the conflict.
"Xiao Wu is new here and still adjusting. Once training begins tomorrow, Jin-kun can guide him properly."
Her beautiful eyes carried deeper meaning.
After arranging everything, she left quietly, without a trace.
With her gone, the two boys locked eyes—no longer hiding their hostility.
Kurosawa Jin spoke in a low voice:
"Gojo Satoru, right? I don't care what your relationship with that man is."
"Once you're here, you learn to fight like a hyena."
His cold gaze sharpened.
"Tomorrow… I'll crush you."
He hated that arrogant expression—so much that it made him want to kill him.
"Oh? You?"
Gojo Satoru jumped off the bed, hands in his hoodie pockets.
He quickly noticed—he was slightly taller than Gin.
Looking down at him with contempt, he sneered:
"Minions always talk too much."
"…!"
Kurosawa Jin clenched his fists, barely restraining himself from shooting him on the spot.
He had to endure.
Far away, a helicopter roared through the sky.
"Boss, everything is ready. But… that child is important to you, isn't he?"
"Yet you've placed him in such a cruel environment… There's no guarantee of his safety. What if—"
Holding a communicator, Vermouth voiced her concerns.
A distorted electronic voice replied:
"If he cannot overcome even this… then he is of no use to me."
"But I believe… he has the ability."
Vermouth's eyes flickered.
She looked back at the island, now reduced to a tiny black dot in the distance.
"Then… I truly look forward to meeting him again in three years."