A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Deep inside the director's office, in a dimly lit, somber Japanese-style room, several elderly people sat behind a heavy screen, their figures indistinct in the dim candlelight, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

They did not run away.

Before a sorcerer with six eyes, any attempt to escape is futile and laughable, only resulting in the loss of the last vestiges of dignity.

Sitting upright to await trial was perhaps the last vestige of dignity they could retain for their era.

The elderly man at the head of the group had a black talisman eye patch covering his left eye, his head was bald and his face was withered like dried tree bark.

As the young men who had marched to Kyoto entered this Japanese-style room, the blindfolded old man reached out and slowly pulled open the screen that symbolized separation.

He spoke first, his voice dry and hoarse, like sand rubbing together:

"I knew you would come. Should I say something appropriate to show my support now?"

Honestly, it's all about the winner taking all the credit; I don't have much to say about it.

"Under the guise of assigning tasks and distributing commissions, you have used others to do your dirty work, killing countless talented young sorcerers and so many who should have survived?"

Xia Youjie stepped forward and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

Beside him, an old man wearing a black scarf, with his hair combed into an exaggerated pompadour that almost reached his thin chin, let out a sneer from his nose.

"Whom are you standing up for?"

He grinned, revealing sparse, yellowed teeth.

"Kid, do you remember... how many rice balls you've eaten in your entire life?"

"Why do you do this?" Gojo Satoru asked, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he were merely making a routine confirmation.

"Profits, interests..." the old man with the pompadour replied slowly and deliberately.

His cloudy eyes rolled in their deep-set sockets, his gaze sweeping across like a rusty blade, while his withered fingers tapped lightly on his knees.

"And then there's the thrill of crushing those geniuses who could surpass us and shake our position... a mixture of fear and excitement."

"You! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Another elderly man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, wearing a traditional kimono and a long nose, suddenly screamed excitedly, pointing his trembling finger at the elderly man with the pompadour.

"You didn't say that before! We're doing this to maintain stability in the world of sorcery! It's for the greater good!"

"Oh? Now you're rushing to distance yourself?" The hooded old man glanced at him, his eyes full of mockery. "You think you can survive after the young man led his troops to Luoyang... You're hopeless."

He looked at Gojo Satoru and the others again, a hideous grin spreading across his face:

"Hey Gojo kid, that expression of yours... could it be that you're pitying us?"

Sorcerers are such unfortunate creatures.

Born into this world against their will, burdened by a curse, what kind of monster they will ultimately become depends entirely on their own destiny.

He paused, as if he were using up his last bit of strength to spit out all the pent-up venom.

"If I had to say what I think... it's that your cowardice left me speechless!"

I thought you had seen through all of this long ago...

Since you've chosen to remain silent until now, then what about the so-called anger and hatred you've accumulated towards us—

So that's all there is to it? How...disappointing!

"As expected, it doesn't make sense. My mercy in not wanting to commit further killings is seen as cowardice by you..."

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, as if he had finally let go of the last bit of unrealistic expectation.

"Mr. Theo is right."

Everything invented before I was born is taken for granted;

Everything I invented between the ages of 15 and 35 was destined to change the world;

All my inventions after I turned 35 were anti-human.

...That's just how you are—outdated, stubborn, and rotten to the core.

"Kid, I understand everything you're saying."

The old man with the eye patch closed his only remaining eye.

"If I were fifty years younger, I might also feel a tightness in my chest after hearing this, and I might want to do something about it."

But now, I don't feel anything.

Humans cannot empathize with their past selves.

You'll understand later that killing solves nothing.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own, and this world... is not just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions.

"My lords! Don't listen to their nonsense!"

The long-nosed old man fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"I...I often make enemies, but that's only based on my stance!"

I've always understood human relationships and morality!

So... Xi, can we reconcile? We can talk!

"You don't even realize the problem? Politics is a breeding ground for corruption—but just because it's always been that way, does that make it right?"

Theo's voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise.

"Begging for mercy is useless; you will still die. If you don't die, it won't serve as a warning to those who come after you."

What kind of change in this world can be accomplished without bloodshed and sacrifice?

"Great..." The long-nosed old man slumped down, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and muttered, "We're doomed now."

"Why are you sobbing? Stop crying! You're so pathetic!"

The old man with the pompadour shouted sternly, and then his own eyes reddened.

"When so many people knelt before you, weeping and begging for their lives, did you reason with them?"

Which one did we let go this time?!

"Alas... there's no need for you all to take action; I will end it myself," the hooded old man said.

The constant pleas and sobs of my colleagues were unsettling.

He slowly took out a katana from under his robes, calmly bared his chest, pressed the cold blade against his abdomen, first slowly cutting horizontally, then flicking his wrist to deftly lift it upwards.

Immediately afterwards, he used his magical power to cover the blade and swiftly severed his own neck, completing the entire process alone.

"Grand Uncle...!" Kamo Noriyuki was speechless for a moment. Even though they used to dislike each other, they were still relatives who had some dealings with each other.

Just as everyone fell silent for a moment because of the bloody scene, Nanami Kento pulled a heavy ledger with a pen hanging from the bookshelf next to him and quickly flipped through it, his face suddenly turning gloomy.

He brandished the account book in his hand, his voice trembling slightly with anger:

"Look at this! The amount of money that has passed through your hands is enormous!"

Why can't we provide more subsidies to the teachers and students of vocational colleges?

Can't we improve the treatment of those professional sorcerers who are risking their lives on the front lines?!

"Money...money, money, money..." The long-nosed old man's eyes darted around. "Talking about money...it's too unpleasant to hear. That's why we talk about righteousness, morality, and dedication..."

"Pooh!"

Xia Youjie stepped forward and kicked over the exquisite screen in front of the old man.

Many people want to experience all the world's pleasures, but very few know when to stop and share with others!

This is the greatest greed of your group—unwilling to share even a single penny of the profits with those who actually do the work!

"The word 'money' sounds unpleasant, and it would probably be ridiculed by noble gentlemen."

Dio spoke slowly.

"But I always feel that people's opinions differ not only between yesterday and today, but also often before and after meals."

Anyone who admits that food needs money but considers talking about money despicable, if you were to press their stomach, you would probably find that there is still some undigested fish and meat inside.

We must let him go hungry for a day before listening to his arguments, lest we insult his wisdom.

He looked down at the ashen-faced old men:

"We are different."

We will frankly tell all sorcerers that their treatment will correspond to the level they reach.

The most tangible and essential component of this treatment is money.

We are at ease and pleased.

"The fire of the earth runs and surges underground; once the lava erupts, it will burn all the wild grass and the tall trees, and then nothing will decay."

Wu Tiaowu recited in a low voice, his eyes no longer showing any confusion.

"Heh, old folks, it's time to go to the grave!"

This world belongs to the new generation!

Then let the necessary bloodshed and sacrifice begin with you!