How Gojo Satoru eventually persuaded Kama will likely become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the Tokyo jujutsu world.
As for the details? Don't worry about them.
If one must say, it was roughly:
She fled, he blocked.
She reached her limit, she practiced shooting arrows.
He obstructed, the obstruction failed, and he almost kicked the bucket.
And finally, there was that scene that made Kama feel utterly disgraced, forcing her to compromise.
A 1.9-meter tall adult man chasing a 1.5-meter girl down the street, engaging in physical scuffles from time to time while blurting out nonsensical phrases such as:
"Are you really going to abandon me like this?"
This drew sideways glances from passersby, and some even pulled out their phones ready to dial the police.
If Kama hadn't run fast, she probably would have seen herself on the morning news tomorrow.
The headline:
"1.9-meter adult man brutally beats 1.5-meter little girl on the street. Is this a distortion of humanity, or a loss of morality?"
Kama arrived at a deserted alley and stopped, her expression somewhat distorted.
"You are supposed to be the strongest in the jujutsu world, right? Do you really have to make such a pathetic spectacle of yourself?"
Gojo Satoru blinked and pressed his hands together:
"So Kama-chan agrees?"
Kama took a deep breath, and a sentiment of "fine, just let it all be destroyed" flashed through her rose-red eyes.
She couldn't kill him, and she couldn't run away.
What else could she do?
"Lead the way."
...
Thus, she now stood outside the door of the first-year classroom at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.
Inside the classroom, Gojo Satoru was facing the three students below with a smile that practically screamed "I'm about to cause trouble".
And to that, Kugisaki Nobara was slumped on her desk with an "at it again" expression.
Fushiguro Megumi, on the other hand, began to feel a headache approaching, while Itadori Yuji blinked innocently, his face full of anticipation.
"Alright~!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands. "Now then, let me announce some good news!"
Kugisaki Nobara looked up and glanced at him, drawling:
"Ah? What good news could possibly come from you? What, are you giving us a long vacation?"
"Mm-hmm~ Of course not~"
Gojo Satoru wagged his finger, spun around in place, and made a grand invitation gesture toward the door, shouting loudly,
"Please come in! Student Kama!"
The classroom went silent instantly.
Kugisaki Nobara was stunned.
Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori Yuji also sat up straight, three pairs of eyes turning toward the door in unison.
A new classmate?!
For real?!
Under their gaze, the door was pushed open.
A girl walked in.
She looked younger than them, her height barely over 1.5 meters, with short silver hair shimmering with a cold luster under the sunlight.
The red bow tied in her hair on the left side was exaggeratedly large, but for some reason, it didn't seem out of place on her; instead, it perfectly complimented her features.
The girl's face looked too sublime she didn't look real.
When her rose-red eyes swept across the classroom, the temperature plummeted.
She's the type that looks very cute but seems very difficult to get along with.
This was the collective first impression of the three.
Kama ignored the chalk in Gojo Satoru's outstretched hand.
Gojo wasn't embarrassed either; he simply withdrew his hand and stood to the side with a mysterious smile.
Kama took a new piece from the chalk box.
Snap.
She broke off half, tossed it casually into the trash can, and then wrote her name on the blackboard.
[Kama]
The handwriting was elegant, and the force used... was not small.
After finishing, she turned around and looked up at the three people below.
"Whew..." Kama sighed softly, her voice carrying the helplessness of "I really don't want to be here."
"Actually, I didn't originally intend to come here to disturb you, but in the end, due to various reasons..."
She paused, and the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a somewhat wicked smile.
"I am Kama."
"I am the God of Love."
"However, I think it would be better for all of us if you don't come to discuss matters of romance with me, okay?"
Kugisaki Nobara: ???
Fushiguro Megumi: ...?
Itadori Yuji: The new classmate is so cool! Although I didn't quite understand, it feels very interesting!
Gojo Satoru clapped his hands enthusiastically, drawing all eyes to himself.
He pulled a handkerchief from nowhere and began to wipe his blindfold.
No one would be able to understand this behavior for at least fifty years.
"Boohoo, teacher is so moved," Gojo Satoru fake-cried. "It's so wonderful that student Kama is being so honest~"
The smile on Kama's face gradually vanished.
"Mr. Gojo,"
"If you continue like this, I don't mind shooting another arrow at you."
"Good grief, student Kama should call me Gojo-sensei!" Gojo grumbled.
But seeing Kama beginning to emit a dangerous aura, he immediately reined in his performance, placed a fist by his lips, and coughed twice.
"Ahem, since student Kama has already met everyone, let's begin class!"
The three: "..."
Who met whom? Met what?
They hadn't even introduced themselves yet!
...
When everyone stood on the training ground, their eyes became somewhat clear yet bewildered.
Just when they really thought Gojo Satoru was going to hold a class, he simply dragged them all out to the training ground.
"The weather is so good today; it would be such a waste to stay in the classroom!"
Gojo Satoru stood in the center of the training ground with his hands on his hips. The sunlight spilled over him, making his entire person glow.
In a literal sense, because he had done something to make his entire body reflective.
Kugisaki Nobara narrowed her eyes: "So what are we doing? PE class?"
"A practical combat class~" Gojo Satoru held up a finger.
"A jujutsu sorcerer's strength isn't something that can be improved through theory alone. Practical combat is king!"
Fushiguro Megumi already had a bad premonition: "What are the specific details?"
"About that..." Gojo Satoru tilted his head, then suddenly turned around. "You guys practice on your own first; teacher just remembered something!"
Before his voice finished echoing, he had already vanished.
Only a gust of wind remained in his place, leaving four students staring at each other.
The crowd: What does that mean?
Kama: Hah.
Since things had come to this, they might as well finish the self-introductions they hadn't completed in the classroom.
Kugisaki Nobara turned to Kama:
"I am Kugisaki Nobara. Please look after me."
Kama: "Oh."
Kugisaki: "..." What kind of reaction is "oh"?!
"Fushiguro Megumi, Grade 2 jujutsu sorcerer, shikigami user."
Kama: "Oh."
Itadori Yuji approached with a grin:
"I am Itadori Yuji! Please look after me!"
Kama looked at him for two extra seconds and finally said two more words: "You're interesting."
Itadori scratched his head, his smile widening: "Thanks!"
The self-introductions ended, and the atmosphere fell into awkwardness once again.
The three quietly retreated, further and further back.
They didn't stop until they were under another tree about fifty meters away from Kama, huddling together to whisper.
Kugisaki Nobara: "I say, where did Gojo Satoru find this person? How can someone be so dismissive?"
"Fushiguro, do you know her?"
Fushiguro Megumi shook his head: "I don't know her. I've never heard of her."
He paused, then added:
"If I had to say, there is a god of love named Kama in Indian mythology."
Itadori Yuji had a sudden realization: "Eh? So is Kama cosplaying?"
"It's not a cosplay."
A voice answered him.
Itadori Yuji nodded subconsciously, looking serious: "Oh, so it's not a cosplay."
The next second, he reacted, "Eh?!"
The three scattered and looked toward the direction the voice came from.
Kama hadn't moved; she was still there in the shadow of the trees.
Except now, her delicate face was slightly turned, and her rose-red eyes were squinting at them.
"I heard you~"