Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

A sorcerer from a thousand years ago.

The full picture of the plans and objectives for the Brain Flower and Zen Temple is still not yet clear.

She needs to discuss the matter with the other monster at the college who has lived for a thousand years before deciding on her next course of action.

If there were another way to prevent the world from being destroyed and to stop wars between nations.

Ninety-nine will not even appear before the Zen temple in the future.

......

Looking at Itachi, who seemed completely lost and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Nanami didn't offer any words of comfort, but instead spoke seriously: "Itadori-kun, you need to understand."

"Everything that happened in Shibuya, and everything that will happen afterward."

"This is no longer just a simple battle, but a war."

"A war that will determine whether the profession of sorcerer can still exist, and whether Japan can enjoy peace."

"Right and wrong are not important, nor is hatred."

Nanami stepped forward and patted Itachi on the shoulder, "Even if you stop and curl up, time won't wait for you."

Even if you are defeated by weakness and helplessness, you must grit your teeth and move forward.

"Pyromancers often force their companions to sacrifice their lives for others, which is why I think pyromancers are a piece of shit!"

"But if you choose to embark on this path, then you should accept this life tainted by shit!"

It is precisely because Nanami acknowledges Itadori as a companion that she has said so much.

A sorcerer from a thousand years ago has been resurrected, a mysterious sorcerer is controlling Xia Youjie's body, and there is also the terrifyingly powerful Zen Temple Future.

Now, the high school camp has lost Gojo Satoru...

Like a lone boat adrift at sea in a raging storm, it is in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Anger, impulsiveness, and resentment will not help in the slightest in the current situation.

Only by remaining calm at all times can one have a better chance of survival.

"If you can't even tell what you're fighting for, then you don't need to go to the battlefield anymore."

"I will have you locked up in the college until it's all over."

Night Moth Masamichi adjusted his sunglasses and looked at Itajimaru with a serious expression: "For a sorcerer, there is no such thing as a death without regret..."

"But at least you should know why you are dying."

"Everyone, get out and let him think it through on his own."

......

Leyan Temple had not yet received instructions to kill the moths.

Yi Gu did not receive orders from higher-ups to execute Hu Zhang.

White Zetsu's highly efficient actions have indirectly changed a lot of the plot.

Bathed in the first rays of morning sunlight, White Zetsu, puffing on a cloud of smoke, returned to the Panxing Sect branch in Shinjuku with a refreshed expression.

"Hey, future kid."

Stepping into the lobby on the basement level, Bai Jue greeted Wei Lai.

Then, with a leap, he plunged into the bathwater filled with the blood of cursed spirits.

White Zetsu quite liked this tingling, soul-cleansing sensation.

"So, how about it? Tell me, isn't Master Jue efficient?"

"With just that group of old guys, why would Master Jue need two more days?"

"It took more than four hours to travel back and forth, but only two minutes to wipe out that bunch of trashy Jueye."

The future shook its head silently, offering no response for a long while.

This guy really doesn't know why he gave him two days, or why he made him travel on his own.

Setting up the barrier with brain flowers also requires adjusting the corresponding rituals.

In the future, she will let Bai Jue move around freely because she doesn't want to hear him nagging incessantly in her ear.

"Now that you're back, you can go on the mission with the Jibi people."

"Puff puff!"

White Zetsu's doggy-style swimming splashed up handfuls of shredded flesh and blood of cursed spirits.

"No wonder I didn't see the old man or the sorcerer from the Zen temple when I came in."

"Alright, I'll soak for another ten minutes and then we'll set off."

The Naobi people, Zen-in Ju, including the few remaining official members of [Bing].

She had already been sent out by Zenin Mirai a day before the Shibuya Incident.

Ten minutes later, Bai Jue climbed out of the bathtub, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Let's go, I'll go with you on an inspection."

When he reached the future, Bai Jue held his head high, put his hands behind his back, and struck a pose as if he were the leader.

The future, too lazy to waste words, waved his hand and summoned a void tunnel.

“Tread, tap…”

The void lasted for about a minute.

Looking at the magnificent building he had never seen before, a glint of light flashed in Bai Jue's eyes: "Where is this?"

The warm, orange-yellow afternoon sun shines down, despite a thirteen-hour time difference with Japan.

He responded calmly in the future.

"White House."

......

November 1st, 10 PM.

Moth-like Path led the group through the ruins of the Spellcasting Academy.

Every time they passed a shrine torii gate that was mostly destroyed, the night moth would approach and release its cursed aura.

Until the 108th door.

After sensing the presence of the moth, the seemingly ordinary wooden door began to blur and distort the view inside.

Without hesitation, the moth stepped in.

Following closely behind were Tsukumo, Nanami, Maki, Panda, Inu-maki, Kugizaki, Fushiguro, and others who stepped in one by one.

Finally, there's Hisahito Itsuki's bloated appearance and the change in his eyes.

Most of the Tokyo High School of Arts and Sciences were present, while Miwa Kasumi and the others from Kyoto Prefecture were taken back by the geisha to reunite with Rakuganji Temple.

As the group entered the gate, they were greeted by an endless sea of ​​trees and wooden vines that covered the outer walls of the palace.

Moth did not stop and continued to lead the group forward.

The man standing next to Hu Zhang turned pale the moment he stepped into the Hongxing Palace!

Previously, when he couldn't sense the location of his younger brothers' remains, Zhang Xiang simply assumed it was because the Heavenly Origin Barrier was too powerful.

But now that he's entered the barrier, he still can't sense it.

The remains are not in the Palace of Death?

Zhang Xiang glanced at Hu Zhang, whose face was grave, but ultimately said nothing more.

After passing through a long corridor, Moth led everyone onto an elevator that led directly to the main hall of the Divine Star Palace.

Eleven years ago.

The bloodstains left by Riko in the main hall had not yet disappeared.

Kugizaki and the others just glanced at it out of curiosity and didn't ask any further questions.

......

It has four compound eyes, no eyebrows, and no ears.

Its head resembles an upright thumb, and it wears a plain-colored, wide robe, similar to those worn by Buddhists.

Although it is said to be human, its appearance is more like that of a cursed spirit.

"A descendant of a spellcaster, a mutated cursed corpse, a son of a Zen monastery, whose flesh was borne by the Nine-Character Diagram..."

"And also, the container for Sukuna."

"Nice to meet you, welcome."

Kugizaki, Nanami, Ino, and Kusakabe, who have no bloodline background.

Not a first-time encounter with a moth, and...

"Why didn't you greet me, Tengen?"

He coldly stared at Tianyuan, who had his arms crossed.

Ninety-nine stood with one hand on her hip, her expression one of disgust.

He sensed a fleeting murderous intent.

Yi Gu, who was standing next to Tian Yuan, frowned slightly.

Chapter 103 Death and Migration

A non-human physical body.

Ninety-nine could still sense several other weak voices within that aged soul.

That was similar to the ninety-nine souls, with the same constitution.