Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

"That guy is a cursed spirit, that's true, but he's also a student at a vocational high school. Kugizaki, don't be impulsive!"

Itachi looked at the fierce-looking Kugizaki and felt utterly helpless.

She glanced sideways at Fu Hei, who was hiding silently to the side, and felt even more exhausted.

"what?!"

"You're saying this person is also a...student at a vocational college?!"

Upon hearing this, Kugizaki paused, then roared in astonishment.

"Yes."

Bai Jue exhaled a large circle of smoke and slowly walked over.

"To safeguard world peace, and to uphold love and compassion..."

"S-top!"

Tiger Rod suddenly raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Bai Jue, stop talking, or you'll get sued for plagiarism!"

"Although I also think the Rockets' lines do suit you quite well."

Bai Jue raised the corner of his mouth and gave Huzhang an approving look.

"Pink-haired gorilla, you have good taste. You even know about the Rockets."

Itadori scratched his head and laughed, "I've seen all the movies except Team Rocket, Trevor, and Batman v Joker."

"I approve of your taste!"

Bai Jue nodded and handed a brand-new cigar to Hu Zhang: "If anything happens in the future, I'll protect you."

Huzhang waved his hands repeatedly, "Thank you, Bai Jue, I won't smoke."

"With the pink-haired gorilla in your hand, when you're out in the game, you have to accept the cigarettes offered by the boss, whether you like them or not!"

A sense of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) aura seemed to emanate from Bai Jue, "This isn't just a cigarette, it's a gesture of respect from your grandpa!"

Once the unpleasant smell of smoke had mostly dissipated, Gojo Satoru fanned the air as he approached the car:

"I know, what movies has that idiot been watching lately?"

Ijichi twitched his lips and immediately replied, "White Zetsu has been watching Hong Kong and Taiwan gangster movies and Western cowboy movies lately."

The reason I know this so clearly is because after White Zetsu were banned from using weapons...

They hid in the car outside the barrier, supposedly for protection and auxiliary monitoring.

Basically, I just curled up in the back seat and watched downloaded videos on my phone to pass the time.

"No wonder that chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) vibe has become a bit mixed lately, so that's why..."

Looking around Kugizaki, Itadori and Fushiguro were hurriedly explaining, while White Zetsu stood to the side, posing like a yakuza boss.

Gojo Satoru burst out laughing.

The look in his eyes was like the warm affection he felt when he saw Gou Juan and Yi Gu traveling together a year ago.

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P.S.: The addition of a White Zetsu in the book is to allow readers to see high-end combat power (in the future).

It can also depict the battle routes of the main characters in the original work from the perspective of White Zetsu.

After all, it would be too incongruous for future combatants to be mixed up with students.

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Chapter 39 Trial, Attack!

"Take the underlings."

A caterpillar emerged from the collar of a white serpent, spitting out a sharp cleaver.

This is a cursed weapon powerful enough to shred a level-two cursed spirit into powder, and the wealthy White Zetsu simply gifted it to Tiger Staff.

There are actually better cursed tools, but Gojo Satoru doesn't allow it.

The reason given was to prevent students from developing a habit of relying on magical artifacts.

Bai Jue didn't understand, but he couldn't beat him.

Tiger Stick took the machete and examined it with a look of curiosity.

"You have acquired magical power within you because of the pickled chicken feet, but you haven't been able to control it yet."

Bai Jue, with the air of a leader, explained, "To completely remove the curse, attacks without curse power won't work."

"This magical artifact contains magical power; using it is more effective than using your fists."

"So tacky."

Kugizaki glanced coldly at Itajimaru, who was fiddling with his machete, and strode toward the abandoned building across the street.

"Hey little punk, are you jealous that I'm giving my little brother some magical artifacts?"

White Zetsu grinned and said, "If you also acknowledge me as your older brother, then we can easily discuss cursed tools and such~"

"What kind of dream are you having in broad daylight? I don't want that tacky stuff!"

Kugizaki responded without turning his head.

Itadori blinked and looked at White Zetsu: "When did I become your underling?"

"Alright, let's get moving."

Bai Jue patted Hu Zhang on the back, "Big brother, I'll stay downstairs and keep things under control for you. We'll have a big meal after we're done."

This guy completely ignores what others are saying...

With no other choice, Itadori followed Kugizaki's footsteps and headed towards the real entrance exam.

"By the way, you can't release Sukuna during the battle."

Gojo Satoru added, "That guy's coming out won't just kill the curse in the building; he might even take down your downstairs neighbor's boss too!"

"Hi, I understand."

Huzhang shook his head, looking helpless once again.

This teacher doesn't seem to be able to understand human speech.

......

"White Zetsu, where is that guy?"

Gojo Satoru leaned against the car door, tilted his head, and asked White Zetsu, "Are you still holed up in your room reading all day?"

Bai Jue, who had gotten back into the car, rolled down the window and replied with a pout, "That kid should have finished watching it. He even said he could start classes when I get back this time."

"After a six-month break, you've finally decided to show your face."

Gojo Satoru grinned. "Megumi, when that fake-smiling guy comes out, you can ask him for some advice."

Fu Hei, sitting on the stone bench beside the car, looked up, his face showing confusion.

Gojo Satoru seemed to see Fushiguro's confusion and explained with a smile, "That guy may not be a good person, but his Ten Shadows Technique is much stronger than yours right now."

Fu Hei nodded, then cautiously looked at Bai Zetsu, who had his head down.

If someone speaks ill of his teacher in front of other students, Bai would never throw a tantrum.

"If you learn these three things, you can dominate the world!"

"Ruthless enough, loyal enough, and with plenty of underlings!"

Fukuro listened to the movie sounds coming from the car and turned his head away speechlessly.

Sure enough, he was overthinking it.

......

An abandoned building that exudes an aura of curse.

With his machete in hand, Itadori, who had split up with Kugizaki, was carefully searching the corridor.

"Pfft!"

Purple blood splattered all over the ground from above.

Huzhang does a backflip.

He narrowly dodged an attack from the ceiling and, incidentally, severed the cursed spirit's claws with a single stroke.

Four thick, dark green legs like a crab, two hands like the stingers on a scorpion's tail, and a lower body like a caterpillar.

"That way, even without magical power, you can recognize it at a glance."

Itachi tightened his grip on the machete and murmured, "After spending a few days with White Zetsu, I almost couldn't tell the difference between a curse and a human."

After saying that, Itsuji took a step forward and charged forward!

The cleaver in his hand, gleaming with a cold light, cleaved straight towards the cursed spirit's brain!

Third floor warehouse.

Looking at the furry cursed spirit holding the child hostage across from him, Kugizaki's gloomy face seemed to drip water.

"Damn it!"

Is this the curse of Tokyo?!

Just as useless as that idiot below, yet his intelligence far surpasses that of the rural cursed spirits.

It was so small it could be crushed with one hand...

Looking at the child whose head was being held by the furry cursed spirit, Kugizaki was extremely conflicted, and beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

A moment later, Kugizaki, his face dark, disarmed himself and threw all his weapons to the ground.

"Release the child, and I'll do whatever you want with him."