A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Three days later.

When Theo led his troops to Luoyang, four figures were already standing and waiting in front of the vermilion main gate of the headquarters, which symbolized power and authority.

The head of the Zenin family, one of the three great families, Zenin Naohito, whose originally tall and upright figure now showed an unprecedented hunchback.

His mustache, which always stood up like a sharp sword, was now drooping slightly.

He seemed to have shed some kind of tension, exuding a relaxed feeling that was different from his usual self, almost decadent, like a candle stub that was about to burn out, or a banana that was too ripe and soft.

"Gentlemen, do not act yet." His voice was hoarse as he cut to the chase, "To be honest, we have come here today to bear witness."

Then Naohito patted his son, Zenin Naoya, on the shoulder and added:

"I brought this brat here simply to broaden his horizons and let him see for himself just how insurmountable the gap is between Level 1 and Special Level."

Beside him, Naoya crossed his arms, his lips habitually twitching to one side with a mocking smile, but his eyes kept drifting toward the tightly closed vermilion gate, revealing a hint of tension beneath his forced composure.

Kamo Noriyuki, the second head of the Kamo family, one of the three great families, stood ramrod straight with a solemn expression. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice: "The era of the three great families... has come to an end. Therefore, I have come to witness it."

Rakuganji Yoshinobu, the principal of Kyoto Prefectural High School of Jujutsu and a leading figure with considerable influence and prestige among the conservatives, leaned on his old cane, which seemed to have remained unchanged for ten years. With his eyes lowered, he remained silent, like a withered tree that had long lost its vitality, waiting for the final blizzard.

At this moment, standing at the forefront of the "Leading Troops to Luoyang" team are three top-tier mages dressed as naval admirals.

Theo, without hesitation, donned Akainu's fiery dark red suit and stood still like a stagnant flame.

Gojo Satoru loosely wore Aokiji's blue and white striped suit, as if he were carrying the carefree spirit of the icy sea.

Xia Youjie then donned Kizaru's warm orange suit, his eyes gleaming with an ambiguous light.

The oversized, almost floor-length white coat fluttered gently in the natural breeze, and the two dark characters for "Justice" on the back swayed rhythmically, like a silent mockery.

"Headmaster of Leyan Temple, you've come too."

Overwhelmed by intense shame, Yagami Masamichi refused to maintain the same style and continued wearing his usual clothes. He stepped forward and greeted her in a deep voice.

His gaze was like a nail, fixed directly on the other person's face.

"Now that things have come to this, do you have anything to say?"

Leyan Temple slowly raised his head, his aged eyes devoid of any emotion, only a deep, still pool of lifelessness.

His voice was dry and calm, as if he were stating something unrelated to himself:

"I have nothing more to say. I am a remnant of the old era, and there is no ship in the new era that can carry me... Please act quickly."

"Gentlemen, could you please stop making jokes at a time like this...?"

Standing at the back, Atsuya Kusakabe painfully rubbed his forehead, feeling like an audience member who had mistakenly wandered into a play rehearsal.

"You guys have completely ruined the atmosphere!"

"Huh? I feel fine."

We're the "Three Generals," and the old man is "White Beard"—isn't that quite fitting?

Gojo Satoru whistled to suppress Kusakabe's protest.

A brief silence then fell over the crowd.

Dio could feel that everyone's eyes were silently focused on him, awaiting his "judgment".

Looking at the conservative leader before him, who was eager to be executed and wanted to die, Theo had already made up his mind.

"Clown, what are you doing?"

He suddenly stepped forward and went straight to the front of Leyan Temple. He raised his hand and slapped the old man's face with a crisp sound—a slap without any added magic.

Caught off guard, Leyan Temple was flung away by a brutal physical force like a puppet with its strings cut. It briefly lost its balance in the air before crashing heavily onto the cold, hard stone floor.

Several blood-stained teeth flew out of the twisted mouth, clattering and rolling away into the distance.

His old cane, which he had never parted with for ten years, also flew out of his hand, bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled helplessly to the side.

Naoya's pupils suddenly contracted.

Theo's movements just now were not enhanced with any magical power, yet the speed was already comparable to his maximum speed after activating the "Projection Spell"!

This is purely a crushing defeat by physical capabilities!

Leyan Temple propped himself up on one side with trembling arms, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

His face showed no angry contortion, nor any fear of impending death; he simply stared intently at Theo, making strange, hoarse, bloody noises from his throat.

After gathering his emotions for a moment, he finally asked in a muffled, teeth-lagged voice, "...Why...why didn't you kill me?"

Theo's face showed neither the arrogance nor contempt of a victor; he simply gazed calmly and pityingly at the old man and asked, "What are you talking about... Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Sometimes people live for a sense of shame...and die for a sense of shame."

Leyan Temple pressed down on the blood still gushing from the corner of his mouth and chuckled softly, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant.

"To accomplish great things... it's either great success or great failure; there's never a middle ground."

His lips curled into a smile that was a mixture of blood and madness:

"If I were to die today, I would surely be remembered by history as 'In 2017, a thoroughly corrupt old man in the world of sorcery died at the entrance of the Director's office.'"

Ah, infamy... is better than obscurity.

Being remembered for infamy is a kind of "level" of achievement.

"Wrong," Theo declared resolutely. "Completely wrong!"

You are merely futilely defying the inevitable course of history, using it as a form of foolish "loyalty" or "integrity" to ingratiate yourself!

He crouched down and used the Reversal Technique to treat Leyan Temple, while looking directly into his eyes:

"I won't kill you."

Death is easy; it ends everything.

But I would rather you live on, carrying all the mistakes and sins of the past.

Use all the rest of your time to repay and to bear witness.

Humanity has shed enough blood; the days of mutual slaughter and endless internal strife should be over.

I came into this world not to cause war, but to bring peace!

Leyan Temple was stunned.

As his injuries healed, the expression on his face—a look of resolute acceptance of death and an attempt to maintain "final dignity"—cracked like ice.

After a while, he covered his cheek, which still bore slight redness and swelling, and a faint light rekindled in his eyes.

"Mr. Theo...then...perhaps I can still be saved..."

"If you've figured it out, just follow along on your own. Or do you need me to give you a hand?"

Leyan Temple stiffened slightly, then lowered his hand from his face and straightened his back, which was no longer young.

"...No need."

Even in his downfall or wavering, he would never completely abandon his pride.

Leyan Temple struggled to reach for the cane, braced himself against the ground, and stood up on his own, albeit somewhat unsteadily.

Then, he took a deep breath and saluted.

"loyalty!"

"Finished?" Gojo Satoru, who had been waiting on the sidelines, flexed his wrists, his tone filled with barely suppressed eagerness. "Shall I begin?"

Theo nodded slightly.

"I am the necessary wound of this world! Old Deng, I have brought you destruction!"

With this line, which was incredibly trendy, Gojo Satoru kicked open the heavy door to the director's office!

"Where did you learn that phrase?!"

Kusakabe Atsuya, who was following behind him, stumbled and almost tripped over the threshold, his expression a mixture of shock and helplessness.

"Oh, this."

Theo's voice rang out calmly.

"Yesterday, when I was chatting with Wuxian, we discussed the issue of 'the trendiness of speech,' and I took the opportunity to teach him a few lines that I think are more imposing."

"Don't learn everything!" Kusakabe clutched his forehead in anguish, feeling his吐槽 (tu cao, a form of witty retort) energy about to run out.

Gojo Satoru strode inside, his voice echoing through the empty hall: "We need to focus our main efforts on discovering and cultivating more talent! Three Special Grade fighters against zero Special Grade fighters—the advantage is on our side!"

"And what's the story behind that phrase?!" Kusakabe realized he couldn't keep up with the abruptly changing pace.

"Haha, Atsuya, don't be so serious." Satoru turned around, his smile still bright behind his sunglasses.

Kusakabe sighed, placed his hand on the hilt of the katana at his waist, and slowly drew the blade halfway out, carefully examining its edge:

"The idea of ​​a subordinate overthrowing his superior and leading troops to Luoyang is something that happens only once in a lifetime and is enough to be recorded in the family history."

I tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. I was still a little nervous...

Nanami Kento, standing next to him, adjusted his glasses and complained in a flat tone, "They deliberately left all the children at school to ensure that only adults were out today."

As a result… you yourself acted most like that restless child.

"It's normal to be nervous."

Ralu, who is usually very casual, was wearing a neat black coat, and he rubbed his strong forearms as he spoke.

"To be honest, I was very nervous too."

After all, what we are doing... in a way, is ushering in a new era for humanity.

"Don't worry, today's actions can actually be seen as a kind of 'peaceful handover'."

Theo analyzed calmly.

"In the end, Satoru himself is the head of the three main families, and is the most prestigious member of the old system."

We just need to get rid of the old senior management and those rotten core members. The majority of the middle and lower-level executors and ordinary mages in the system may not put up a fierce resistance.

Wu was already recognized as the 'strongest' in the world of sorcery; he was a ready-made standard-bearer.

"That's right. If Wu only wanted to rise to power, he only needed to raise his arm and call, and most people, except for those old guys who occupy high positions but do nothing, would accept it and even welcome it."

Xia Youjie took over the conversation.

"But if we want Mr. Theo to stand in this position, the situation is completely different."

Even if it's just an armed march, the very fact that we, a group of people, are surrounding him and launching a change backed by force becomes indispensable.

This is the most direct way for an "outsider" to establish authority.

The group said no more and walked straight into the depths of the director's office.

The three great generals of the sorcery world walked side by side at the forefront, exuding a terrifying aura of sorcery power.

Upon witnessing this highly ceremonial scene, all the sorcerers and staff members who appeared along the way turned pale and their breathing became slightly labored.

Some people retreated cautiously to the wall, heads bowed, not daring to look directly at the wall; others subconsciously moved their feet and silently trailed at the end of the line.

Not a single person dared to step forward to stop them, or even utter a word of questioning.

The silent and subdued procession, like a funeral procession, moved through the shadows of the ancient buildings.