Clara: Help Me, Mr. God! [5]

Although Clara had only awakened one eye, in terms of function, the difference between one and two was not actually that great.

At least, that was how it was for the Gojo Clan.

Because the most important thing about the Six Eyes had never been the “number of eyes,” but the near-cheating ability to observe cursed energy and manipulate it with precision.

With it, the Limitless passed down through the bloodline could finally be activated and used.

After the news reached the main family, the entire Gojo Clan was shaken.

That very morning, several of the Gojo Clan elders arrived.

Clara sat quietly on a cushion, looking at the unfamiliar elders in front of her.

An old woman looked at Clara.

“She resembles him.”

She spoke softly.

“She really does.”

Clara blinked.

“Resembles who?”

The people in the room exchanged glances.

In the end, it was still the old woman who smiled and said,

“Satoru Gojo.”

Clara tilted her head.

“Satoru?”

“Yes.”

The old woman’s smile grew even gentler.

“By seniority, you can call him your elder brother.”

Clara carefully committed it to memory.

“Satoru Gojo… Satoru-niisama.”

The moment that form of address came out, the expressions of the Gojo Clan elders in the room all turned a little subtle.

How to put it?

Those words sounded far too strange.

So strange that, for a brief moment, they even had the illusion…

So “Satoru” and “niisama” could actually go together, and not sound like sarcasm.

After all, Satoru Gojo himself had basically nothing to do with the conventional concept of a responsible elder brother within the family.

Of course, he was the pride of the Gojo Clan.

No one could deny that.

The strongest sorcerer of the modern era.

So long as he stood there, the Gojo Clan’s position in jujutsu society was as stable as if it had been welded into place.

The problem was that this particular source of pride was not very subject to the clan’s control.

Or rather, not at all.

When the elders held meetings, he did not attend.

When the clan made arrangements, he did not listen.

When someone tried to pressure him with their status as an elder, he would listen with a smile, then in the very next second, he could make their blood pressure soar.

Over time, everyone in the Gojo Clan had gotten used to it.

As long as Satoru Gojo did not tear the roof off the Gojo estate, that counted as him being in a good mood that day.

As for educating and disciplining him?

Don’t be ridiculous.

It was not even certain who would be disciplining whom.

But Clara was different.

This child was far too obedient.

When the old woman could not help reaching out to pat her head, Clara only blinked. She did not dodge, nor did she look impatient.

After being tempered by Satoru Gojo, the elders’ standards had dropped very, very low.

Even though Clara was only behaving like a normal child right now, they were already close to tears.

Who could possibly withstand this?

The Gojo Clan elders looked at her, and their thoughts were shockingly unanimous.

Satoru had already grown crooked.

This one had to be raised properly.

In short, Satoru Gojo was already Satoru Gojo.

No one had any way of stuffing him back into childhood and raising him all over again.

…

The elders took Clara to change clothes, arranged everything clearly and thoroughly, then brought her to eat.

Clara really did only eat, without saying anything.

But the praises from those grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, and aunts never stopped.

They gathered around her and praised her to the skies.

After all, the more they compared, the greater the difference became.

Clara listened carefully when people spoke.

She was not picky about food.

When someone patted her head, she would not say, like Satoru Gojo, “Who are you, old fossil?!”

The Gojo Clan elders practically saw hope.

What a good child.

What had Satoru Gojo been doing when he was little?

Oh.

Using the Six Eyes to stare a group of adults into feeling chills all over.

Looking unbearably arrogant.

When he got a little older, he started making the elders tremble with rage.

Putting the two side by side.

There was simply no comparison.

Clara had no idea that, without realizing it, she had already far surpassed the world’s strongest, Satoru Gojo, in this one respect.

She only felt that these grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles, and aunts were all very kind.

Clara quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was actually very afraid of causing trouble for others.

But from the looks of things, everyone did not seem to dislike her.

That made her feel much more at ease.

For an orphan who had been picked up and raised by robots, Clara had never been very brave to begin with. Suddenly gaining so many family members made her feel a little nervous too.

Fortunately, her new family did not seem hard to get along with.

As for the Gojo Clan elders, watching Clara obediently lower her head and eat, they had already begun rapidly making plans in their hearts.

They had to hire the best doctors.

They had to find the most reliable teachers.

This child had to be raised well.

The main account was already ruined. This new account absolutely had to be raised properly.

At least, that was what they thought.

…

Satoru Gojo returned to the main family estate in the afternoon.

He had not wanted to come back in the first place.

Every time he returned, they either made him attend some clan meeting, reminded him to mind his words and actions, or tried to dump a heap of troublesome matters onto him in a tone that said, “You are the future of the Gojo Clan.”

Of course, Satoru Gojo usually heard it and treated it as though he had not.

He would even ask back with a grin,

“Huh? What did you just say? I wasn’t paying attention.”

Then he would successfully make the elders’ blood pressure spike.

By now, this had practically become a Gojo Clan tradition.

But this time was different.

“Satoru-sama.”

The person at the entrance lowered his head and bowed.

Satoru Gojo lazily waved a hand.

“Where are the old men?”

“Inside.”

“Oh.”

He walked a couple of steps inward.

Then paused.

Because something was wrong.

Far too wrong.

In the past, when he returned to the main family estate, the atmosphere usually fell into one of two types.

One was that everyone was trembling with fear, afraid he might say something earth-shattering.

The other was that the elders had already taken their positions in advance, preparing to conduct a round of completely meaningless but extremely persistent lecturing.

But today was different.

Today, everyone was busy.

No, no. Or rather, they had been busy before too, but it had all revolved around him. Now, things were different.

No one was paying attention to him at all!

Someone carried snacks inside.

Someone carried new clothes inside.

There was even an old man he knew, one who usually loved putting on a stern face to lecture people, now lowering his voice as he spoke to the person beside him.

“She likes sweeter things? Then prepare another serving. As much as she wants… Ah, that child suffered too much before this.”

Satoru Gojo: “…”

He pushed up his sunglasses.

Suddenly, he felt like he had walked into the wrong house.

“Hey.”

He reached out and stopped someone.

“What’s going on today?”

The person he stopped was first startled, then immediately bowed.

“Satoru-sama.”

“Cut the nonsense. I asked what’s going on.”

“It’s Clara-ojōsama.”

“Clara?”

Satoru Gojo raised an eyebrow.

“Who?”

The other person’s expression immediately became extremely complicated.

“She’s your long-lost biological younger sister, Satoru-sama!”

“…”

Satoru Gojo was stunned by that one sentence.

A Gojo little sister had fallen from the sky?

Then his eyes went wide in shock.

“Holy shit, when did that old bastard hide a second kid from me?!”

“No, no, Clara-ojōsama awakened the Six Eyes.”

For one second, silence fell.

Although their parents were different, as two people who had both awakened the bloodline, strictly speaking, the closeness of their blood was indeed closer than that of biological siblings.

The smile on Satoru Gojo’s face paused.

Then he slowly removed his sunglasses.

Those sky-blue eyes were revealed.

As someone who possessed the Six Eyes himself, Satoru Gojo of course understood what this meant.

But compared to shock, right now, he cared more about something else.

Why had no one told him about something this huge?

No.

They had told him.

But all they had said was for him to “come back for a bit.”

They had not even used a stale opening like, “Satoru, something serious has happened in the clan.”

The feeling they gave him was… perfunctory.

Satoru Gojo felt a little strange.

It was not that he cared.

Really.

He was Satoru Gojo.

How could he possibly care about something like this?

He simply felt that this sudden lack of attention from the old men was very rude.

Extremely rude.

Satoru Gojo walked deeper down the corridor.

The farther he walked, the more awkward it felt.

In the past, when he came home, the people along the way who saw him were either nervous or had headaches. There were also some who looked at him with admiration and respect. No matter what, they had at least shown some kind of reaction.

Now, though?

Someone saw him, lowered their head in greeting, and then continued carrying snacks away.

Someone saw him, called out “Satoru-sama,” and then nothing else.

There was even an elder coming toward him.

Satoru Gojo had already prepared himself to hear the man nag at him for a few lines.

But the old man only glanced at him.

“You’re back?”

“Yeah.”

“Then go see your sister later. She’s eating lunch right now.”

After saying that, he left.

He left.

Satoru Gojo stood in place.

The smile on his face stiffened slightly.

Wait?

Who was waiting?

Him?

They were making him wait?

Because that little brat called Clara was eating?

Obviously, when everyone had surrounded him before, he had only found it annoying, to the point that he had not even wanted to come back. But now, when everyone had gone to surround Clara instead…

Satoru Gojo said he did not care.

Yet for some reason, he felt uncomfortable all over.

T/N: hehuehuehuehue gojo my husbant!!!!!!! VOTING TIMEEEEEEEE

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