gojo interest

Yumehiko's gaze remained steady. "Well, I suppose it's true to some extent. But you're true to your nature, and I like an open book. It's better than a mystery that could hold unpleasant surprises."

She smirked, leaning in close, her breath warm against his skin. "You sure are funny, kid. Come back to me in four years if you still feel the same way. I might just give you a chance."

Mei Mei's finger traced the outline of his face as she spoke, her touch light but deliberate. She began to circle him, her eyes assessing every inch of his form.

"Enough about that. How did you get in here, and who exactly are you?"

"Well," Yumehiko began, "I saw a black dome and got curious. My intuition told me it was safe, so I came here. As for who I am, my name is Kurotsuki Yumehiko. I live in central Tokyo with my family. I've always been different, able to see those ugly creatures since I was a child. By chance, I discovered how to harness the energy within me and started fighting them. That's pretty much it."

Mei Mei raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "So you know nothing about cursed energy, yet you've somehow learned all these techniques? That's suspicious."

Yumehiko shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I created them myself. Will you believe it?"

She tilted her head, considering his words. "I'll believe it for now. Let me give you a quick rundown of everything."

As Mei Mei explained the world of cursed spirits, cursed energy, jujutsu sorcerers, and the Jujutsu Technical College, Yumehiko feigned surprise at the appropriate moments. He needed her to believe that he was just an exceptionally talented yet naive boy, unaware of the full scope of the world he was stepping into. But in truth, this was all part of his plan.

When she finished, Yumehiko asked the question that had been on his mind. "Can I join you?"

Mei Mei crossed her arms, studying him once more. "So, you want to be a jujutsu sorcerer?"

"Yes, yes!" he replied eagerly.

She sighed, her expression softening slightly. "You know, being a jujutsu sorcerer isn't as easy as you think. It's filled with danger at every turn. But who am I to stop you? Let's go. I'll contact my seniors and let you know what they say."

Yumehiko's heart leaped with excitement. It was done. With a single shot, he had achieved two things: securing a powerful, mature ally—or perhaps more—and gaining entry into the world of jujutsu sorcerers.

"I've already talked to my senior," Mei Mei said, handing him a small card. "Give me your contact information and address. Someone will reach out to you soon to explain the further procedures."

Yumehiko handed her two cards from his wallet—one for official purposes and one for her personal use. Mei Mei giggled as she slipped the cards into her bag, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "You've got guts, kid. I like that."

She blew him a playful kiss and began to walk away. Yumehiko followed her out of the factory, where they met her assistant—a young boy who looked no older than twelve. Yumehiko's thoughts flickered to the boy, mentally labeling him as "Ui Uu Must Die," before politely declining the assistant's offer to drop him off somewhere. He said his goodbyes to Mei Mei and left the factory, a satisfied smile on his face.

Chapter 2: Unseen Observers

Outside the factory, Mei Mei paused, glancing back at the receding figure of Yumehiko. "What an interesting fellow," she murmured to herself.

A voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you talking about that kid?"

Startled, Mei Mei turned to see a tall figure with white hair and a blindfold standing beside her. "Satoru! What are you doing here?"

Gojo Satoru, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer alive, grinned at her. "Nothing much. I was completing a mission nearby when my intuition told me to come here. I had a feeling I'd meet something interesting—and I did."

"Well, you're a bit late. You would've loved to meet that teenager," Mei Mei replied, crossing her arms.

"Oh? So Mei Senpai thinks I'd be interested in a child? Something about that boy caught your attention, huh? Suppose I should meet him. Tell me about him."

Mei Mei briefly recounted her encounter with Yumehiko, emphasizing his self-taught abilities and the ease with which he had proposed to her.

Gojo's grin widened. "A self-taught first-grade sorcerer? Interesting. I'd love to teach him the ropes and make him a capable pawn—no, no, make him a capable jujutsu sorcerer."

A black tick mark appeared on Mei Mei's forehead. "Whatever. Just don't go too far. He's my future husband candidate. I don't think I'll meet another one like him."

Gojo's grin turned mischievous. "So, Mei Senpai likes underage kids? Hahahaha! I'd love to tell Utahime that."

Mei Mei's patience was wearing thin, but she maintained her composure. "Whatever. All that matters to me is money. I'll file a defamation case against you. I know the Gojo family is quite wealthy; losing a few million won't hurt them, right?"

Gojo's grin faltered slightly. "What were you saying, Senpai? Well, let's forget about that. Bye, I'd like to meet that child. See you soon."

As Gojo walked away, Mei Mei watched him go, a small smile playing on her lips. This was just the beginning. Yumehiko was about to enter a world of unimaginable power and danger, and she couldn't wait to see how he would fare.