Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

When it comes to crafting magical artifacts, the confidence in Tanzo's eyes has returned.

"If I can't finish, I'll immediately turn myself into a clothes hanger!"

Bai Jue's gaze swept over the identical uniform that was faintly taking shape on the forging table, and he grinned.

"Iron Man, is the cursed artifact I asked you to make ready yet?"

A blacksmith is often referred to as an "iron man".

White Zetsu initially intended to take the bald head, but then he thought about what the future kid said about the school principal.

So he gave Tanzao a new nickname.

"Those two little gadgets were already done a long time ago."

As he spoke, Tanzao turned around and pulled out two custom-made magical tools from behind the forging table.

A one-meter-long, sharp machete, its blade gleaming coldly.

Tanzo raised the machete with one hand and proudly introduced it: "A cursed tool, Dragon Bone."

"Its sharpness goes without saying, and the blade automatically stores the force it withstands."

"According to the user's intention, this power can be unleashed from the back of the blade at any time, greatly enhancing the power of the next strike!"

Tanzao placed the keel on the forging table and then pulled out a pink revolver with his right hand.

Gently stroking the gun, a hint of reluctance flashed in Tanzo's eyes: "Cursed weapon, Crimson Lotus."

"You need to store up your spell power in advance. When you fire it, the spell power will turn into a lotus-shaped bullet and shoot towards the target."

"I specially modified the muzzle so that the bullets have a wider damage area and are more explosive."

"The gun body is large enough to hold the combined spell power of more than five first-level sorcerers."

The tanning process explained the performance and usage, but didn't mention the lovely color at all.

There seemed to be a hint of disdain and grievance in her voice.

"Not bad!"

Bai Jue grinned and laughed with satisfaction.

"Iron Man, your skills are really good."

Bai Jue snatched the pink revolver from Tanzaku's hand and touched it from left to right.

This color was a strong requirement from the White Zetsu before the project was completed.

For girls, pink is definitely the coolest color.

A hint of envy flashed in the eyes of the Naga people behind him.

The moment Naobi saw these two cursed tools, he knew they were meant for the sisters Maki and Mai.

It wasn't that he envied who owned the cursed artifact; he was just thinking...

If this kid always treats Zen monastery practitioners this way in the future, that would be wonderful...

Thinking of this, Naoki cursed the Zen-in man who had been dead for over ten years for the umpteenth time in his heart.

......

White Zetsu opened his mouth wide to an exaggerated degree and immediately performed a sword-swallowing technique for the three of them.

White Zetsu raised a meter-long cleaver and shoved it into his mouth!

Only after the hilt of the sword had completely disappeared did White Zetsu wipe the blood that had accidentally been cut from the corner of his mouth and raise an eyebrow at the others.

The three of them twitched their lips, utterly speechless.

Everyone could clearly see the cursed spirit with its mouth wide open, its mouth stuck in its throat.

The future is even more speechless. The body that was just given to this idiot was cut twice by the blade at the corner of his mouth.

Her face was already quite pale, and then she stretched her big mouth out like that.

It looks exactly like a clown with makeup on.

"Alright, I'll leave the enchanting to you."

Bai Jue smiled as he tossed the pink revolver to the future.

He didn't reach out to take it; pink didn't suit him.

A withered branch flashed past my shoulder, and the power of the curse surged forth.

In about a second, this Crimson Lotus, capable of storing the magical power of five level-one mages...

Energy storage complete.

Chapter 32 Only the weak are bound.

"so..."

"Is my job to supervise the curse masters on the second basement level?"

At the entrance to the first floor of the storehouse, the Nakabi asked a question.

In the future, she responded softly, "Just in case."

"I have to go back to the college after I finish my business. If something happens here, Zen Master Shou might not be able to handle it alone."

Upon hearing this, the Jibi person frowned and asked, "Then how do we deal with their disturbance?"

Judging from the attitude of those two curse masters, they must have been dealt with by the future.

But not only were they not dead, their body parts also appeared to be intact.

The Jibi people were somewhat unsure how to deal with the disturbances.

"It's just a simple tantrum; a beating will do the trick."

"What if you have thoughts of running away..."

A faint killing intent flashed in Wei Lai's eyes: "Except for the sorcerer in the room opposite the tanning workshop, kill the rest."

Bai Jue added with a smile, "Old man, don't break that blond kid's body."

Naobi nodded, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart about the sorcerer in the opposite room who used the cursed implements.

"what about me?"

Bai Jue grinned and pointed at himself: "Grandpa, can I still go back to the vocational college now?"

On the way up, Mirai had already told the story of what happened after White Zetsu fell into a coma.

"You can go to school as usual. I'll have someone send the magic tools from the tanning workshop over when they're ready."

He said it without a care in the future.

A look of surprise flashed across Bai Zetsu's face. "Didn't you say that Shoko and the others had already discovered the problem with the corpse?"

"If I, an old man, stroll back home perfectly fine, will that woman catch me again and dismember me in the infirmary?"

Future remained calm: "A certain degree of surveillance is unavoidable, but they won't take direct action."

"At least until we have evidence that you have harmed humans, you don't need to worry about your safety at the college."

Bai Jue looked doubtful: "Is that so?"

"Uncle, I feel that the attitude of the college towards cursed spirits... isn't as friendly as you say."

Future glanced at White Zetsu expressionlessly: "An ant is always just an ant."

"Even ants that can open their mouths and speak can at most arouse their interest rather than their fear."

"As long as you maintain your harmless, chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) persona, you, a mere level four cursed spirit..."

"With this level of strength, the higher-ups won't rashly turn against us."

The Naobi person standing nearby agreed, saying, "Mirai is right."

"Given the current situation, even a panda created by the Night Moth from the power of the Lord's refined magic is more attractive than you."

"Over the years, Gojo Satoru has saved quite a few sorcerers from being taken care of by the higher-ups with his formidable strength."

"And right now, standing behind you is Zen-in, one of the three great families!"

Bai Jue nodded thoughtfully: "What about the condition of the corpse? Should I tell them if they ask?"

"Just say it's the corpse of a sorcerer from the Zen family who died from overtraining."

Future coldly replied, "Legal grounds for corpses? We can have as many of those as we want."

Ultimately, it doesn't matter whether it's a vocational college or the world.

"The so-called laws and rules can only ever bind the weak."

"Alright then, I'll go back to the college with you tomorrow."

Bai Jue grinned and said.

Future shook her head. "You can go to the vocational college with Zenin Hisashi tomorrow. I'll stay here for now."

Bai Jue was taken aback and was about to ask...

Meeting the ever-open crimson eyes of the future, White Zetsu suddenly seemed to remember something, and grinned, revealing glints of crimson blood seeping from the corners of his mouth that had been slashed open by the blade.

......

Early the next morning, Zenji Shou led Hakujue to the high school.

After all, a level four cursed spirit without an escort might die in some corner at any time.

The Jibi people packed their luggage and a large amount of food and moved into the Kiku on the second basement floor.

On this very day, the Zen family dispatched almost all of its sorcerers to other regions to carry out the mission of capturing cursed spirits.

At the entrance to the first floor of the Jiku building is a pavilion that was renovated and built by the Zen family last night.

Two cups of hot tea sat on the stone table, alongside a large stack of intelligence documents.

Following future suggestions, the stone benches were directly replaced with comfortable and warm sofas.

Even more incongruous is... a coffin placed upright behind the future.