CH 150: A NEW DAY
“Senna! Wake up, it’s time to go to school.”
As the sun rose in the sky and illuminated the city with its warm ray of light, a normal scene was taking place in a not-so-normal household.
Hugging herself, the young purple-haired girl mumbled and refused to move despite the repeated call of the buxom black-haired woman.
In the end, the woman sighed and said,
“I will have to call Unohana-san if you stay lying down.”
“Nemu, wait! Don’t tell Aunty!”
The effect was immediate as Senna jumped out of the bed in a flurry. She knew very well that this smiling aunt of hers could become quite unforgivable depending on the situation.
“*Sigh* Senna, you know you are going to be late at this rate.”
“Hehehe. Sorry. I just don’t understand why Father is insisting that I go to school. I mean, I already have my university degree.”
“You mean the one you obtained illegally after asking Kisuke to forge one for you?”
Senna chuckled, “I already learned all the courses even if not through school. Having that diploma was my right.”
Shaking her head, Nemu pulled Senna out of her bed and began to work on tidying the room.
“You know your father is doing it for your own good. You basically became a recluse recently.”
Senna pouted. “It isn’t my fault. Be it father, Urahara-san, or Aunt Unohana, all of them are always busy with different experiments.
Meanwhile, Zaraki is always fighting against the Visored or exterminating hollows. Big sis Soi Fon is exploring London and Mother is always with Father. The same goes for you.”
Nemu winced a little. Gojo and those close to him were basically all scientists in a way and those who weren’t were battle junkies.
It indeed wasn’t easy for Senna to spend time with people she cared about.
“This is why Satoru wants you to go to school and make friends with people your age.”
“Argh! I am 25 years old, you know? If I had to make friends with people my age, it should be with the teachers and not high school students. All of this is because of this stupid body of mine.”
Senna pouted. Like all Shinigami, her body growth was extremely slow and didn’t reflect her real age.
But the problem with her was that, since she could freely switch between a spiritual and physical body, she was unable to use Gigai.
She could only use her true appearance while on earth and after twenty years since they came on earth, she simply went from looking like a 13-year-old to looking like someone in her 15 or 16.
In the end, Senna simply stopped whining and did as she was told.
She knew that while Nemu pampered her quite a bit and was pretty lax with her most of the time, she would never oppose an order from her father. No matter how ridiculous it was.
‘Well, might as well try to enjoy it.’
—-
After a hearty breakfast with Unohana, Yoruichi, and Nemu, Senna walked in the car and was driven toward her school.
"I hope Senna will adapt well."
Nemu murmured as she watched the back slowly leave the mansion.
"You pamper her too much."
Nemu smiled bitterly at Unohana's words.
The irony of this situation was that the one pampering Senna the second most was none other than Unohana herself.
But Nemu didn't dare to say that to her face.
"Sometimes Satoru can be quite enigmatic, but I believe there's no one who wants what's best for her more than him."
Nemu nodded at those words. In terms of pampering Senna, Gojo was at the top in this house.
The proof was that, unbeknownst to Senna, she wouldn't be the only one to go to high school.
"I wonder what Senna will think when she discovers it."
Unohana chuckled a little before swirling her tea.
"By the way, about that substitute Shinigami, what do you think?"
Nemu shrugged. She held little interest in what was happening in Soul society.
Still, she knew that at the rates things were going, it might end pretty badly for all those concerned.
"Satoru already said that we wouldn't deal with the problems of the Soul Society anymore. So it doesn't matter."
"Indeed."
—-
While sitting in the back, she couldn’t help but think about how fast those twenty years went past.
For one, after picking up Unohana, Gojo refused to live like a hermit the way Kisuke and the Visored did.
After cozying up with some high-placed people by using his power, he easily became known as the leader of a noble and rich family.
Since then, the Gojo family became known all through the town and had some connections in the capital.
Meanwhile, Unohana became a famed surgeon while Soi-Fon surprisingly became something of an archeologist.
Back then, Senna couldn’t understand why Gojo was acting so high profile even though they were technically fugitives in the Soul Society.
But she later understood that Gojo simply never cared about this. The Soul Society would never antagonize them openly as long as they didn’t create any problem.
In fact, she could sometimes feel powerful Reiatsu visiting the house when she was in her room. Some of them she recognized while others were foreign to her.
Still, this showed that in a way, the Soul Society, more precisely the Gotei 13, accepted them, Albeit reluctantly.
“Father is truly impressive.”
Senna sighed as she praised her father who had now been absent for quite some time. One would think that someone who could teleport everywhere and anywhere would be more present but that wasn’t the case.
She didn’t know the details, but it seemed that there was a weird activity going on in Hueco Mundo and this was related to why Soi Fon had to visit London.
In the end, Senna discarded all those thoughts. It didn’t really matter what was happening. She knew that her father would deal with it beautifully as always.
All she had to do now was to focus on high school. It would just last three years after all.
For a shinigami like her, it was the equivalent of just a few days in her life.
Thankfully, the school Gojo had chosen for her was a pretty high-end one. If she was forced to go to school, might as well go to the best one in town.
Like this, Senna stayed lost in her own thoughts until the car reached the school.
“Senna-sama, we reached the school.”
“Thanks.”
Senna nodded. The driver and all the people working in their home were born from a fusion between Artificial Souls and Artificial Bodies.
In a way, they were no different from robots with a set of actions already decided and limited, but Senna was always polite with them.
In theory, while the chances were extremely low, an artificial soul could evolve into a modified soul by obtaining its own sense of self.
“Well, it’s time for a boring day.”
She had just passed through the gates of the door when…
“Sorry!”
Senna moved to the side by reflex and managed to avoid being crashed into by a girl coming from behind.
‘I didn’t sense her?’
She couldn’t help but open her eyes wide. Even though she looked like a kid, as someone born from Gojo and Yoruichi’s spiritual power, Senna was no slouch. Her current power level had already far surpassed what should have been normal for someone her age.
Turning around, she looked at the beautiful orange-haired young girl and her eyes narrowed.
‘What an impressive amount of Spiritual power… But this power…A Quincy?’
She could now understand why she didn’t feel this girl initially. After all, the nature of their power was totally different from Shinigami.
“Hello, how are you?”
“Hah! I am so sorry! I nearly hurt you!”
The girl stood up hurriedly and bowed with a flushed face.
“Hahaha. Don't worry. I know it wasn’t intentional. By the way, my name is Senna Gojo. What about you?”
“Hah! Look at my manners.”
Blushing, the girl straightened herself and gave another bow.
“Hello, my name is Masaki. Masaki Kurosaki. Happy to make your acquaintance.”
Senna smiled.
It seemed that those three years of high school wouldn’t be as boring as she thought.