Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

"Yes!"

......

Night, the full moon hangs high.

A detached building not far from the teaching building.

The future leans back on the sofa, while White Zetsu lies in front of the TV.

After hearing about White Zetsu's experience in the classroom, Mirai said softly, "It doesn't matter about the others, but you still need to be careful with Gojo Satoru."

"Don't go looking for trouble with your foul language. I don't want to expose your hidden card so soon."

"Don't you trust my acting skills?"

Bai Jue grinned, his wicked smile widening: "Hiding in the shadows and operating secretly... that's one of the Cursed Spirits' specialties."

"Besides, I'm actually quite looking forward to life in vocational college!"

"The sorcerer took me, the cursed spirit, with him to exorcise it..."

Bai Jue put his hands behind his head and chuckled: "Just thinking about that scene is exciting."

In the future, she typed on her phone expressionlessly, sending a large amount of content to the other end: "Whatever makes you happy."

"However, the work will not begin until their suspicions about you are dispelled."

"You should just enjoy the exciting life at college."

"Hi hi hi~"

Bai Jue was watching a food program on TV and casually waved in response.

"correct."

"There's something I'm actually quite curious about."

Bai Jue pressed pause on the remote control and turned his head to look at the future: "In the Zen family, you were the only one who had the final say and was the only one who mattered."

"Aside from those two girls, Maki and I, I've never seen you smile at anyone else."

"I never expected to end up at a vocational college..."

"In just a few hours, your mouth is practically crooked from smiling so much."

Future looked away from his phone, giving the inquisitive White Zetsu a cold glance: "To me, the Zen family aren't even pets..."

"At best, it's just a handy tool."

Have you ever seen anyone laugh at tools?

"I see."

Bai Jue shrugged and replied, "You bring extraordinary prestige to the Zen family, and they become completely obedient to you..."

"As expected of a cursed world... the principle of equivalent exchange, huh..."

Bai Jue grinned.

"Then, what about Gojo Satoru?"

"Between you and him, who is stronger now?"

After sending the last command, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Who knows..."

......

Meanwhile, in the corridor of the teaching building.

They worked overtime analyzing Xia Youjie's intelligence and the accuracy of the "Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts".

After finishing his work in the meeting room, Yamo immediately went to Gojo Satoru's side.

"Wu, rein in your temper."

“You’re not that unruly high school student anymore; you’re a teacher who guides students now.”

Moth said earnestly, "I know you are very interested in the sorcerer of the Zen Temple family, but you should consider the consequences."

“He represents the face of the Zenin family, and you represent the Gojo family in the same way.”

"If you actually take action, it will be a disaster for the world of sorcery, regardless of the outcome."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the railing, quietly gazing at the small building not far away, unaware of whether he had taken to heart the ramblings of Nobi.

But at least now, Gojo Satoru won't turn around and say "How annoying!" and run away.

Because now, the only one left who will still lecture him is Moth.

There was once someone who liked to write long essays...

Setting aside any unnecessary thoughts, Gojo Satoru replied softly, "I'm not that impulsive."

"Out of curiosity, I went to their door and beat them up..."

“I changed this kind of terrible incident several years ago.”

Seeing the doubt on Moth's face, Gojo Satoru raised his hand: "I promise."

Relieved, Night Moth looked in the direction Gojo Satoru was pointing: "Let's put the matter of the Zen-in family head aside for now..."

"That highly intelligent cursed spirit, did you figure anything out?"

The daytime moth kept a close eye on the white zell.

He couldn't detect any difference between White Zetsu and other cursed spirits, whether by visual observation or by sensing curse power.

That's why Moth asked its student, Gojo Satoru, who has six eyes.

The Gojo family has a unique trait that occurs only once every few hundred years: six eyes.

It has long-distance vision with no blind spots and can also track and predict the trajectory of curse power.

The special bandage covering the face is only to suppress excessive information input and does not hinder visual observation.

"His strength wasn't hidden; he really is just a weakling at level four."

"But that cursed spirit called White Zetsu..."

"The feedback I received from Six Eyes was very strange."

At this point, a hint of doubt appeared on Gojo's face.

"To say he's like a cursed spirit... is more like saying he's a walking corpse."

"A walking corpse?"

Moth frowned and repeated, if even Gojo Satoru's six eyes couldn't see anything.

Or perhaps that cursed spirit called White Zetsu was truly just a product of chance.

Either the Zen temple still has this cursed spirit in the future... and it's plotting against the higher vocational college.

"Alright, now that you've confirmed he only has level four strength, that's good."

"I will find a dedicated assistant to supervise the matter of keeping an eye on the cursed spirits."

As she spoke, the moth looked up at the full moon, a complex expression on her face: "Now I should tell you..."

"Formulated by higher vocational colleges..."

"A plan to punish Xia Youjie has been developed."

Chapter 21 The Child Who Disrupts Stability

December 24th.

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

The last rays of the setting sun were blocked by a black barrier.

Thousands of cursed spirits slowly descended from the other side of the barrier, from the sky and the earth.

"Be careful with public facilities when you make your move. If you find any remaining ordinary humans, send them out of the barrier as soon as possible!"

Night Moth Zhengdao shouted at the top of his lungs, giving a loud instruction to the high-ranking sorcerers.

After a long absence of the attention-seeking Natsume Yuuki, a strange figure emerged from behind Gojo Satoru, who was just beginning to sense something was amiss.

"Oh, isn't this the old man Naobi, the former head of the Zenin family?"

"What's up?"

The Gibito, holding his wine gourd, stiffened; this brat was as annoying as ever.

Too lazy for pleasantries, the Zhibi man cut to the chase: "Shen'er's son, shouldn't we return him to us?"

“That’s the bloodline of our Zen family, and they even received a transfer of 1 billion yen from us back then.”

The Jibi man stroked his silver mustache and said seriously, "If it weren't for your willful and reckless behavior, we would have brought that child back long ago."

"Tch, what a troublesome old man."

Gojo Satoru muttered something under his breath, his brow furrowing slightly.

Fushiguro Megumi was the son whom Gojo Satoru entrusted to him before his death.

When they first met, Fushiguro Megumi was still a first-year student.

Even now, in just a few months, Fushiguro Megumi will graduate from junior high school and enter a vocational college.

Gojo Satoru had contacted the Naobi people several years ago, wanting to buy back Megumi's custody for one billion yen...

But I was rejected!

Gojo Satoru was in the wrong from the start by forcibly keeping Fushiguro Megumi there.

But he didn't expect that the Zen family would come knocking on his door at this time.

"Old man, name your price. How much money do you want to let that child go?"

The wealthy and powerful Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow: "Megumi is my student now, so you'd better not let him go to that godforsaken place of yours."

"Besides, didn't the head of your Zen family awaken the Ten Shadows Technique a long time ago?"