Keitaro made his way toward where Gojo was living currently, upon arriving at the door he was met by a letter from Gojo.
The letter read.
Hello Minato, welcome to your babysitting duty, I will (un) fortunately need your help, I am out on a mission to kill a special grade, you are good with kids, treat it as an experience, and you get the chance to raise some kids.
I left you a little surprised, make sure to not become a donut this time.
Dattebayo, Gojo Satoru.
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This seems about right.
Though he did wonder what he meant by the donut part.
Keitaro sighed to himself a bit before entering the house.
The first thing he noticed was Tsumiki riding a Kitsune....oh yeah he never really recalled Akane to his side.
'master' Akane's voice rang out in his mind.
'did master forgot about me?'
'I left you on a kid guarding duty' Keitaro added before noticing that his Kitsune companion was orange....with a few extra tails that seem to have been added unto her.
'Master look what he did to me!' He could hear his Kitsune's frustrated voice in his head.
He looked at the nine-tailed Kitsune that was looking at him with pleading eyes.
One look at the Kitsune nail, he couldn't help but notice that the Kitsune nail was stabbing into something.
Something with orange hair...
He was at a loss for words, his expression displaying on his face as he cycled to all of them.
Wow, his friend really went through the trouble of all that just to make a joke.
He did not know whether to be mad or impressed.
Anyway, he had a job to do and thus pulled his sleeve back saying.
"Did you guys have breakfast yet...."
"No, but I was going to make some" Tsumiki added.
"Let me help"
Time skip.
It had been a few hours since Keitaro had come there for babysitting, he was currently doing Tsumiki's hair as she had school the next day and wanted to have her hair done the day before.
Keitaro was sitting on the cold floor with Tsumiki, he was carefully braiding her hair. With his agile fingers, he moved swiftly through the strand of hair.
He was quite used to using his fingers due to him practicing hand signs ever since he joined Jujutsu High, as of right now he could make a hand sign faster than practically anyone else on the planet.
He could probably get his domain hand signs up before Gojo could do him...even if Gojo's hand sign only needed one hand and he required both of his hands.
Tsumiki was seen humming to herself as she watched what was happening on the TV, she was watching the amazing world of Gumball.
Megumi sat nearby, cross-legged and all, he seemed to be reading a book about jujutsu sorcerers. His brows seem to furrow a bit.
Keitaro could tell that every few seconds the boy would glance in his direction....as if he wanted something from him.
"You know, you're pretty good at doing hair," Tsumiki commented with a giggle.
He was managing to do her hair pretty nicely.
"I've had some practice. My mom always wanted me to help her when I was younger." Keitaro said with a soft smile.
He had experience with braiding hair because of that, plus his mom would braid his hair for fun.
Tsumiki looked quite content as he finished braiding up her hair. As he tied it off with a small ribbon, Megumi finally decided to speak up.
"Keitaro... Can you beat Gojo?"
Keitaro blinked, once then twice, then a third time, this question had caught him off guard.
He turned to look at the boy, the look on Megumi's face told him that he was serious about this.
Like he was expecting an answer from Keitaro.
Keitaro let out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, that's a tough one, Usually the victor of our fight is usually the one that got luckier, But if I were to say, it would be about 50/50...you have the same chance at getting the winner of the fight by flipping a coin"
Megumi's gaze narrowed slightly. "Fifty-fifty? Then why does he call himself the strongest?"
"Technically he is not wrong, he is the strongest sorcerer of the modern age...I am just the fastest and it is quite hard to beat someone when you can't even hit him, so yes, he has the strongest title but I am the fastest and more versatile one...still doesn't change the fact that he is in the lead by one point"
"What is the score?" Megumi asked with a curious look.
"42-41"
Upon hearing those words, Megumi nodded his head a bit.
The next second Keitaro heard a few words from Megumi he did not expect to hear.
"Can you teach me?"
Keitaro raised an eyebrow at this.
"Teach you? What do you mean?"
"I want you to teach me how to become a jujutsu sorcerer" Megumi added.
"I want to become stronger...strong enough to protect Tsumiki."
Wow, that boy wanted to protect his sister.
He could see the fire behind Megumi's eyes as he gazed at him, the boy was serious he really wanted to be taught.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
He could see it in the boy's eyes, he was quite determined about this.
Keitaro uses the ram hand seal but instead of 2 hands, he only uses one.
A small scroll appeared next to him. He tossed the scroll toward Megumi.
The scroll looked eerily familiar with the scroll he had given Edgar.
However it had been upgraded...yes, he had upgraded the seals....he had a lot of free time, plus Akane wanted to practice her illusion skills a lot so making those were quite easy.
"Alright, if you're that serious, I'll train you. But first, you need to get a good handle on your curse energy. That scroll will help you control it better. Once you can manage at least 60% control, we'll start with the real training."
Megumi looked at the scroll in his hand, as he touched it, a mini Keitaro appeared, looking like a hologram.
Akane illusion sure was nifty for this, the amount of control it would require for Keitaro himself to achieve such a feat would require his current self to have six eyes.
But since Akane's whole thing was an illusion and the fact he fed her about 1400 pixies.....her illusion skills had gotten way better than before.
His pixie farm was doing a great job.
It was still running, he planned on visiting it once a year and letting Akane feast on the pixies that had gotten trapped within it.
He wondered how those pixies saw him....he was probably Adolf Hitler to their kind.....that sounded quite bad.
He couldn't have done that right.
Let's see, he brought them into cages that would serve as their jail and would kill them off by the hundred....oh God...
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