Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half-Chapter 200: Gojo Satoshi Wakes Up

Satoru immediately scowled.

"You bastard! If you don't want them, give them back!"

But just as he reached out to take the sunglasses back, Satoshi grabbed them, slid them on, and said with a smirk,

"Childish for elementary schoolers, sure. But for middle schoolers like us, it's just right."

Satoru: "..."

The moment he put on the glasses, Satoshi felt his vision ease up. His eyes relaxed and his head felt clearer.

"I didn't think you'd come this prepared."

Satoshi let out a surprised breath.

Satoru adjusted his frames with exaggerated flair.

"Of course. I am your older brother, after all."

Satoshi replied dryly, "Only by about ten minutes."

"Even if it's just one minute, I'm still the older one," Satoru said with absolute conviction.

Satoshi: "..."

The two headed off together toward Tokyo Jujutsu High.

They had barely taken two steps when Satoru suddenly stopped and looked toward a nearby dessert shop with a bitter expression.

"Satoshi, want to get something sweet? I kinda need it."

"I don't want to," Satoshi replied flatly.

But he knew Satoru too well. If his brother said he wanted something, he had to get it.

Once Satoru started craving something, he wouldn't stop until he had it.

"C'mon, Satoshi. That spar used up way too much brainpower. If I don't get some sugar, I'll die."

"You go on ahead!"

Satoshi sighed silently.

My dumbass brother...

Still, I guess it's not a bad time to visit an old friend first.

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Tokyo. Inside Jujutsu High.

Although the school year had started, the campus wasn't bustling as one might expect.

Aside from the Big Three Sorcerer Clans and the higher-ups, there were hardly any new applicants.

Most students who qualified to attend Jujutsu High were recruited directly. There wasn't any formal admission period.

This year, barring any surprises, there would be only three first-year students:

Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko.

Suguru and Shoko had already signed in.

Only that slacker Satoru was missing.

Yaga Masamichi sat at the gate, bored and grumbling.

"Why hasn't that Gojo brat shown up yet?"

"He's so damn undisciplined."

Just then, a white-haired boy in sunglasses strolled up the path.

Yaga stood up immediately, face filled with annoyance.

"Gojo Satoru! You're finally here! The entire school's waiting on you!"

Satoshi stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded by the sudden scolding.

But then he realized something.

Yaga had mistaken him for Satoru again.

"Principal Yaga, I'm not that guy," Satoshi said, helpless.

Yaga blinked, confused, then scowled harder.

"Don't try to lie your way out of this just because you're late!"

Everyone knew Satoshi had been asleep for nine years. There's no way he could be here.

But the next second, Yaga's eyes widened.

He stared at the two familiar Zanpakutō on Satoshi's waist and froze in place.

"Zan... Zanpakutō? That's Sode no Shirayuki and Ryūjin Jakka...!"

His voice trembled, and all the curses he had prepared for Satoru died in his throat.

Nothing could confirm Satoshi's identity more clearly than those Zanpakutō.

Satoshi smiled. "Principal Yaga, it's okay if I enroll too, right?"

Yaga stared at the bright grin on the boy's face, his heart trembling.

"You... you're saying you want to attend Jujutsu High?"

He could understand Satoru enrolling. But Satoshi?

If nothing went wrong, Satoshi was the heir to the Gojo clan. Did he even need to attend school?

Yaga was stunned.

Satoshi tilted his head playfully. "No? Then I guess I'll leave."

That jolted Yaga back to reality.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll contact Principal Sekiguchi right away!"

"You go on in!"

He shouted as he ran off down the path.

With a sorcerer like Satoshi, the world of Jujutsu might really be heading for change.

Satoshi had wanted to ask where the classrooms were, but seeing Yaga run off, he sighed.

He glanced around the campus. It was simple, quiet, and sparsely populated.

Still, the place had already marked the beginning of the semester.

It was clear Yaga had taken great care preparing for her first term as a class advisor.

Satoshi followed the signs deeper into the building and arrived at a traditional Japanese-style room.

He checked the placard beside the door.

This should be the one.

Sliding it open, all the eyes in the room turned toward him.

It was Satoshi.

The instructor inside smiled warmly.

"Good, our last student, Gojo Satoru, has arrived."

Suguru looked up and smiled slightly.

Those sunglasses... how typical of Satoru. Always going for flashy.

Shoko glanced at the white-haired figure in the doorway and frowned faintly.

This scumbag. If it were Satoshi instead, he'd be way more mature.

Sigh. When will Satoshi wake up...

Satoshi: "..."

From their looks, it was obvious they had mistaken him too.

"Teacher, could we get one more seat?" he said casually, pointing to the open space beside Shoko.

After all, his idiot brother was off devouring Daifuku somewhere.

The instructor frowned. "Why? Gojo, isn't one seat enough for you?"

Even if he was from the Gojo clan, rules were rules.

But before Satoshi could answer.

The door slid open again.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late!" Satoru strolled in, half-eaten Daifuku in hand.

The entire class froze.

"...Another Gojo?"

Their eyes bulged. Pupils shrank. Hearts skipped beats.

"Y-you... who are you?" the teacher stammered.

Satoru grinned and patted Satoshi's back.

"Hello, teacher. I'm the older brother, Gojo Satoru."

"And this guy who came in before me is my younger brother, Gojo Satoshi."

(To be continued.)

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