A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Then, Xia Youjie steered the conversation to a more familiar topic: "Mr. Ye'e, have those old fogies in the director's department been doing anything particularly 'inhuman' lately?"

"This...this..." Masamichi Yagami paused, his gaze behind his sunglasses unconsciously glancing at Yuta Otsukotsu sitting in the corner, finding it difficult to speak.

"Let me speak."

Gojo Satoru took the initiative to speak, his voice carrying the usual disdain and sarcasm towards the higher-ups.

"The Director's Department's latest 'masterpiece'?"

Without a doubt, it must be the verdict concerning Etoguyuta!

Those old fogies believed that once the super-grade cursed spirit attached to Yuta—Rika Kimoto—went completely out of control, its destructive power would be enough to make a town of hundreds of thousands of people disappear from the map.

Therefore, disregarding all other possibilities, they insisted on retaining the "secret death penalty"—to execute Yuta if things didn't go smoothly, thus preventing future trouble!

"This classic verdict..." Xia Youjie's eyes turned cold, and a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "So, Yi Gu is still living under the shadow of 'secret execution'?"

"Yes, but I'm on Yuta's side." Gojo Satoru nodded, his tone unusually firm. "As long as I'm here, those people will only dare to rant from the shadows, they'll never dare to actually lay a hand on him."

"But this is ultimately just a temporary solution!"

Xia Youjie's voice echoed clearly and powerfully in the conference room.

"I believe that a world of sorcery led by us will no longer forcibly steal the youth from any young person."

We will no longer use the so-called "big picture" or "security" as an excuse to shackle those whose wings are not yet fully grown with heavy chains of "responsibility" or "sin."

He paused, looked around at everyone, and then threw out a groundbreaking suggestion:

"Therefore, I plan to launch a classic 'underdog overthrowing the superior' operation! I'm going to reset this garbage world of jujutsu!"

"Huh?!" Several young sorcerers present, especially the person involved, Yuta Otsukotsu, exclaimed in surprise in unison.

This overly direct, even "rebellious" goal clearly exceeded the boundaries of their usual imagination.

"Ah, as expected..." Ieiri Shoko seemed to have expected this, smiling as she twirled the unlit cigarette in her hand, "You still have such whimsical ideas."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Aren't those guys at the top just a den of demons in the world of sorcery?!"

A fool who only cares about protecting himself and his own scraps; a hereditary fool who lives off his family's wealth and waits to die; an arrogant fool who thinks he is superior and looks down on others; and... a fool who is simply not smart enough!

It's like a rotten orange being sold off with a "buy one get ten free" clearance sale!

Gojo Satoru immediately gave a thumbs up, quickly listing the points, his face beaming with an excited, almost gleeful smile.

"Actually, I've wanted to do this for a long time! Overturn that broken table and sweep all the rotten oranges piled on it into the dustbin of history!"

The problem is that after completely overturning the table, there is a huge shortage of manpower. In the end, I still have to do the dirty and hard work myself, which is no fun.

That's why I'm slowly cultivating reliable new talent.

However, now that you, a group of powerful fighters, have joined us…”

He leaned forward slightly as well, his azure eyes sweeping over Xia Youjie and Dio through the eyepatch he had put back on, his tone filled with a pent-up madness:

"The concern about manpower shortages is gone! It's time to clean up the accumulated garbage on Earth!"

"Okay!" Kinji showed an undisguised, hearty smile.

He had always disliked the conservatives, but upon hearing such a direct and powerful declaration, he felt all the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipate and a surge of pride arise.

"This battle will completely change the landscape of the Japanese sorcery world," Xia Youjie suddenly said, adding a surprising statement. "However, I hope that the core leader in the future will be Mr. Theo—does that sound a bit unbelievable?"

He looked at Gojo Satoru, a gentle disdain in his eyes: "Satoru, you're still too 'confused.' You're strong, strong enough to disregard the rules, but you... don't understand people's hearts."

"The issue of leadership is indeed still open to discussion." Theo nodded calmly, without declining, as if discussing something perfectly natural.

"As far as I know," Gojou Satoru leaned back tactically, his six eyes precisely locking onto Theo.

"Offering huge profits first is often a way to lure people into losing money; the real scheme is laid here."

We've only just met, and I've been wondering what made you willing to go to this lengths for Jay—and for us?

Is the real purpose this "leadership"?

Dio met his gaze and answered simply and purely: "It's nothing more than a single thought to save all living beings."

"?"

"I have a messianic complex, is that wrong?" Theo retorted, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather. "What could possibly make you uneasy about pledging allegiance to me?"

"Whether you feel at ease or not, it doesn't matter."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, his smile tinged with a complex self-deprecation.

"Humans are creatures that need to destroy other things to survive."

But my abilities are more intense than anything else in this world.

I can use it to kill all of humanity, but I can't bring back a dear friend who has already left us...

It's truly regrettable; no matter how capable I am, those who have left will never return.

So I'm surprised—you actually managed to convince Jay to change his mind.

"Wu is indirectly asking you—'Where exactly is your strength?'"

Xia Youjie solved the riddle.

"He doesn't believe that pure ideals can change people's hearts, so he wants to know what's so special about the 'power' that supports your ideals."

"Hey, Jay, don't sabotage me." Gojo Satoru pouted, but didn't deny it.

"Why bother about its original brand when we've already paid a hefty price for a fast knife?"

Laru stood by, laughing and trying to smooth things over.

"Lord Theo, at this point, any talk of ideals seems hollow."

To prove to this Mr. Wu, and all those who still have doubts, that what you say is true—you should demonstrate some real skills to convince everyone present.

"That's right, Mr. Theo."

Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a wild and battle-ready grin, his cursed power surged, and the air around him began to distort slightly.

"If you could defeat Jet, you must be a Special Grade fighter too."

However, there are differences even among the top-tier grades!

So, who is stronger between the two of us?

I do... kind of want to fight you!

Just as two peerless swords will eventually meet and resonate together, the process of weighing each other's capabilities and confirming their respective paths and positions is ultimately unavoidable.

This is not hostility, nor is it necessarily the prelude to conflict.

This is more like a pure and solemn mutual affirmation of "boundaries" and "possibilities" among those who stand at the pinnacle.

Even though Theo's curse power was almost perfectly contained at this moment, and even though Gojo Satoru himself was recognized as the "strongest in modern times," an invisible and heavy sense of pressure still clearly emanated from Theo's location.

Or rather, precisely because he is the "strongest," possessing the "six eyes"—a pair of "divinely gifted eyes" that can see through the essence of curse power—his perception is more acute, direct, and inescapable than anyone else's.

The feeling wasn't like facing a raging tsunami or a devastating meteorite, but more like... standing before a giant active volcano that had been dormant for millions of years, its internal lava already boiling to the breaking point.

The mountain's surface may still be covered with tranquil forests and snow, where birds sing and flowers bloom, a scene of serene beauty.

Everyone else is probably still carefree, enjoying the superficial peace.

Only he—Gojo Satoru—could "see" through the thick rock layers the viscous, hot, and unimaginably vast torrent of energy accumulated below!

That is a terrifying power capable of changing the world and reshaping all rules!

He knew better than anyone else that once this "volcano" decided to stop suppressing itself and truly erupt...

What will emerge then will no longer be simple destruction, but a kind of "wave" that sweeps everything, reshapes cognition, and cannot be measured by existing standards.

Theo's answer was concise and direct: "If you want to fight, clench your fists; if you don't want to fight, then obediently relinquish leadership!"

"Then let's go! Now, immediately, right now!"

The two arrived at a clearing in the woods outside the school.

The others set up a barrier "tent" 300 meters away and watched from a distance at the edge of the barrier.