Akira almost forgot that Satoru Gojo was a master of showing off. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Believe it or not, I will team up with Okkotsu and beat you up.” He seriously suspected that System had failed to collect enough data from Satoru Gojo because no one had ever punched him.

  “Come on, come on,” Satoru Gojo said, pretending to sniffle. “You would rather find Rika Orimoto as a sparring partner than your teacher. Does Gojo-sensei not make the cut?” If not for the blindfold, he might have even forced out a few tears.

  “No, Rika Orimoto is much cuter than you,” Akira replied without mercy. Satoru Gojo turned his gaze toward Yuta Okkotsu and raised an eyebrow. Caught between physical training plus Familiar guidance on one side and a Jujutsu teacher on the other, Yuta Okkotsu hesitated.

  After thinking it over, he said, “Maybe we should talk about Black Flash first.” Satoru Gojo waved it off and said there was nothing more to explain. He admitted that Akira would not learn it from him and would need someone better at Black Flash.

  “I have already contacted him,” Satoru Gojo continued. “You go today, and team up with him for a mission.” Hearing this, Akira immediately imagined a reliable adult man.

  “No problem,” Akira said. “If he is better at Black Flash than you and is teaming up with me, then the enemy this time is no ordinary one.” Satoru Gojo nodded and replied, “It is an organization of Curse User. You have not fought Curse User before, right?”

  “I understand,” Akira said with a nod. Fighting people was very different from fighting a Cursed Spirit, which usually lacked intelligence. A Curse User could think, and even with superior strength, things could still go wrong.

  “Since the opponent is Curse User, can you give me two more days?” Akira asked, wanting as many options as possible. Satoru Gojo agreed but set a limit of three days at most. Akira smiled and said it was enough.

  Ralts needed three days to hatch, Pancham took one day, and the third should be about the same. A single Black Flash prerequisite could hardly be called a real gift.

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  Ideals were always full, while reality was thin and hard. Three plus one made four days in total, and Akira thought that no matter what, that would be enough to hatch the Third Pokémon. The result went against his wishes.

  For four whole days, he held it while sleeping and slept while holding it, yet there was not the slightest reaction. No movement at all. Nothing happened.

  No, it could not even really be called an egg. It was a mass formed of black and white, with a unique energy circling around it, like black flames or black mist. Without the clearHint from System, Akira would have believed it was a Cursed Womb, an embryo of a Cursed Spirit.

  It could only be said that something taken from a Special Grade Vengeful Cursed Spirit was bound to be extraordinary. Its mode of existence was also different from the previous two Pokemon Egg, as it could be solid or intangible at will. Because of that, Akira could carry it with him at all times.

  So what kind of Pokémon would be born from such an unusual egg. If measured against Rika Orimoto in terms of status, would it be a Pseudo-Deity or a Mythical Pokemon. It could not possibly be a god like Makoto.

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  Thinking of that, Akira laughed at himself. No matter what it turned out to be, he would raise it properly, with the quality guarantee of one who trained others. Before that, he had to keep his agreement with Satoru Gojo and go meet someone, a reliable adult man.

  A cup of coffee, a newspaper, and a white suit without a single crease. Shirt and tie were immaculate, and his blond hair was combed perfectly into place. Aside from the device on the bridge of his nose, which was hard to tell whether it was a detector or Sunglasses, he looked exactly like an elite from Wall Street who dealt in millions at the snap of a finger.

  When he saw Akira, he stood up at once to greet him, with none of the usual seniority airs common in Japan. "You are Akira? I am Kento Nanami. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you."

  Akira leaned forward slightly, as if he had returned to his old workplace. What followed, however, felt far less like the workplace.

  "What on earth is that man thinking? Fine, learning Black Flash is one thing, but why send such a young kid to face a Curse User?" Akira thought for a moment before replying. "Maybe he thinks we are trustworthy. Mr. Nanami, and me."

  "No, he is probably just lazy." Kento Nanami shook his head seriously. "Akira, how did Mr. Gojo introduce me."

  "Kento Nanami, twenty-seven years old, lives in Tokyo, unmarried. He used to be an ordinary office worker at a securities company, working overtime until eight every night before going home. He does not smoke, drinks only lightly, goes to bed at eleven, and sleeps a full eight hours every day. Before sleeping, he always drinks a glass of warm milk and does twenty minutes of stretching. Once in bed, he falls asleep immediately, wakes up refreshed, and never carries fatigue or stress into the next day. Even the doctors say he is very healthy."

  Those were Satoru Gojo’s exact words, even though Akira knew who he was parodying. Unfortunately, a reliable person like Kento Nanami had nothing to do with that kind of humor and completely missed the point. He corrected it seriously.

  "I do not do stretching, and back when I worked, I often stayed later than eight. None of that matters now. What matters is that work is crap. Overtime is even more crap."

  The most serious expression, the most high-class outfit, and the most down-to-earth words. Akira almost applauded, because it was a famous moment that spoke for all working people. Kento Nanami had no idea what he was thinking and continued calmly.

  "So regardless of what Mr. Gojo thinks, if you act with me, it is nine in the morning to six in the evening. Absolutely no overtime." "That still sounds like work," Akira muttered quietly.

  "Exactly. During my brief time studying at Tokyo Jujutsu High, I realized that being a Jujutsu Sorcerer is also crap. Since it is all crap anyway, I might as well choose what suits me better. That is why I came back. Do not think I share the same ideas as Mr. Gojo. I trust him and rely on him, but I do not respect him."

  In simple terms, this was the second and third famous moments in a row. It was just a pity that he was only a good person, not a god, or else he might have realized the limits of Jujutsu Sorcerer and gone beyond them.

  "To put it simply, Akira, come do this crap job with me. I just hope you yourself are not crap." "If we use Satoru Gojo as the benchmark, I am still fairly confident. First, I am never late. Second, I do not mess with people out of boredom."

  "Those are basic requirements for being a decent person. Please do not use Mr. Gojo as your standard." Even so, Kento Nanami nodded in satisfaction. Akira smiled slightly, because sharp words and a soft heart were exactly what defined Kento Nanami.

  "Understood. Next." "I originally wanted to spend one or two days on adaptation training for you, but we just received a notice from above. We can only act while I teach you along the way. This is common in the Jujutsu World, and it is also the crappiest part of this job."

  "It is fine. Without a worthy opponent, there is no value in using Black Flash." Hearing that, Kento Nanami’s expression sank instead.

  "Akira, our opponent this time is not a Cursed Spirit. It is a Curse User. It is a human. Do not face this lightly. The human mind and the weight of a human life are different from a Cursed Spirit. Prepare yourself." "Yes, Mr. Nanami."