Tokyo Jujutsu High, Foothills of Mt. Mushiro

Protection Mission Day 3 15:00 (4 Hours since Riko’s Bounty was Lifted)

The air at Tokyo Jujutsu High is uncharacteristically serene, smelling of pine and old stone, a stark contrast to the frantic chaos of the last three days. You hear the faint hum of Master Tengen’s barrier settling as you step onto the familiar, moss-covered pavement of the school grounds.

Geto: "Everyone! We can take it easy for a bit now... We're Inside Jujutsu High's barrier."

Kuroi: "Yes..."

Riko: "what a relief..." The teenage girl mutters in relief as he shoulders sag, as she wipes off her sweat.

Gojo: "Finally... Man, if I had to hear Riko complain about not having high-speed internet in that safe house one more time, I was going to use Blue to flatten the whole damn coast," The white haired mutters, stretching his arms above his head, causing his black Tokyo Jujutsu High uniform to tighten.

His eyes look over his signature sunglasses slightly, allowing the Six Eyes to scan the area, bright, intense, and perfectly bored, but equally tired. The white haired teen looks over at Suguru Geto, who is still at the head of the group.

Geto: "Thank you for your hardwork, Satoru." The other teen boy offers a soft smile to his best friend, as Gojo simply huffs

Gojo: "Good riddance, no way I'm ever babysitting anyone else again..."

Riko: "Hey WHAT!?" Gojo doesn't bother bringing up the fatigue lingering in his muscles. He doesn't mention that he hasn't slept in nearly three days now. After all, he is Satoru Gojo. The Strongest. He's basically invincible, and he's too busy currently basking in the pride of a mission completed.

Gojo: "Come on, Riko!" He calls out, walking backwards in front of Riko before then turning to look at Geto. "Y'know, I think I deserve a massive parfait for this. Suguru, you're buying, right?"

He then stops just a few meters from the main building entrance, turning his back to a thick shadow lurking behind the school’s protective fence. He doesn’t feel anything now, no cursed energy, no danger, no worries, nothing. The world feels completely still, and Satoru Gojo is absolutely, recklessly confident, as always.

Gojo: "Well?" He says, glancing back at Geto, the sun highlighting the edges of his white hair. "What’s the hold-up? Let’s go, I'm starving."