"Hmm. Huh?"
Eriri, who had just finished answering, suddenly felt her body lift off the ground—Shiro Sakamaki had scooped her up without warning. Startled, she frantically tugged at the hem of her skirt, terrified it might ride up.
"Shiro, you jerk! What the hell was that for?!"
"Hahaha, nothing! It's just—Eriri's too cute. Like a little doll. I couldn't help myself."
"You're a guy! What are you doing hugging dolls?!"
"I'm happy, and it's none of your business!"
After a mont of teasing, Shiro finally set her down.
The mont her feet touched the ground, Eriri took a few cautious steps back, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She watched him closely, clearly wary of another sudden move—though the smile flickering at the corners of her lips betrayed her amusent.
But when they returned to the room, her smile vanished.
Back then, she'd been too dazed to register how serious the situation was. But now, as she watched Shiro begin changing clothes, a wave of panic hit her.
"S—S—Shiro! You're staying here tonight?!"
In response, Shiro paused and gave her a strange look.
"What are you talking about? If I'm not staying here, where else would I sleep?"
"But—but we... we're..."
She struggled to finish the sentence, clearly overwheld.
Shiro smirked. "Relax. I already spoke to your mom—Sayuri gave her full approval."
"What's that got to do with anything?!"
"Sister Sayuri entrusted you to , Eriri. Of course, I have to take responsibility."
"If we sleep separately and sothing goes wrong, I won't have a good excuse."
He added with a shrug, "Don't worry, I won't do anything. If you're worried, just put sothing in the middle to divide the bed."
He was clearly talking nonsense—even he didn't fully believe himself.
"Hmph! I'm warning you—if you try anything weird, you're dead!"
...
anwhile, Yukinoshita Haruno returned to her room and calmly explained the situation to her mother. Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't hesitate—she agreed to Haruno's suggestion and told her to keep quiet.
After all, this involved the Shinomiya family. If anything leaked, the Yukinoshitas wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
But as Mrs. Yukinoshita followed Haruno to the room Shiro arranged, her curiosity grew. Ordinary people couldn't reserve rooms on the top floor of Totsuki Resort, let alone shift things around with a single call.
At the sa ti, she felt more confident in Haruno's decision to date him. It wasn't just a match—it was a power move. The two were well-matched.
Yukino, though surprised by the abrupt room change, didn't think too much of it. The room was nicer, after all.
As for Yukinoshita Mihashi, their father—he had so guesses about what was going on but didn't voice them. His wife ran the household, and he'd long learned not to challenge her on such matters.
And besides, every ti she lectured him, he ended up with a headache—not fear, of course. Just... extre ntal fatigue.
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Across the hall, in another luxurious suite, Shinomiya Un'yō slamd his teacup onto the floor, shattering it.
"Damn it! Who does he think he is? He dares to threaten ?! Gojo Satoru, I want you to kill him—now!"
As the heir to the Shinomiya conglorate, Un'yō had never been humiliated like this. This was his turf, his territory—and he'd just been kicked out of it.
On top of that, tension was already mounting with the recent arrival of foreign enemies. He had witnessed a magician's power firsthand, and the mory had left him both shaken and short-tempered.
Standing beside him were two individuals—Gojo Satoru, casually munching on a daifuku, and Nanami Kento, still green but serious-faced.
"Mm. This daifuku's flavor's off," Gojo comnted blandly. "Too bland. If it's not from Kikusui-an, it's not worth eating."
"Are you even listening to ?!"
"So noisy." Gojo scratched his ear. "If you want to die so badly, go try it yourself. Saves the effort."
"Oh, and settle the bill before you go. Wouldn't want your family trying to duck the debt after you die—so annoying."
Nanami, who had been silent the whole ti, finally spoke. "Is he... soone even you aren't confident fighting?"
Though this was his first mission with Gojo, Nanami had heard all the rumors. Gojo was said to be soone destined to beco the strongest. Even now—still far from his peak—his Six Eyes and Limitless Cursed Technique made him nearly unbeatable.
Gojo smiled. "Ah, Nanami! Finally speaking up. I was wondering how long you'd stay quiet."
Raising a finger, he added, "It's not about confidence. It's about whether I might die."
"Wait... he's that strong?"
"Yeah. His attacks are ridiculously fast and violent. Even with Limitless, I can't guarantee I'll block everything."
He turned to Shinomiya. "Seriously. Just move sowhere else."
But for soone like Shinomiya Un'yō, being asked to leave was the sa as giving up his na, his pride, and his place.
Predictably, he refused.
Gojo shrugged. He wasn't one to argue. If Shinomiya insisted on being dumb, it was no skin off his back.
Just as he was about to pop another daifuku in his mouth, a shadow sliced past Shinomiya Un'yō.
Even with Gojo's vision, he could only catch a flicker of movent.
A heartbeat later, every object in the room—not the people, but everything else—was neatly cut into tiny pieces.
Then ca Shiro Sakamaki's voice, cold and clear:
"This is your warning. If you've got any sense, leave."
Shinomiya Un'yō and Nanami both swallowed hard.
They hadn't even seen him move.
One mont the room was whole.
The next, it was shredded.
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