A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

"This... Mr. Theo, I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean."

Allowing such crucial information to spread unchecked would allow potential hostile forces and observers to learn about it in advance, thus enabling them to prepare and even secretly collude.

You might as well put it more clearly.

"Night Moth Masamichi frowned and said."

"Mr. Moth, the more, earlier, and more concentrated the enemy is exposed, the easier it will be for us to quickly cut through the mess and wipe them out in one go."

The worst-case scenario is never that the enemy is powerful or numerous, but rather that the enemy is lurking in the shadows, with an ambiguous identity and wavering stance, clinging to you like a persistent, intractable disease, leaving you helpless and exhausted from dealing with them.

Theo calmly explained, using a vivid metaphor.

"Both rats and cockroaches are excellent at hiding, and it is almost impossible to completely drive them away or eliminate them from a complex and historic old building on a normal day."

However, if an earthquake or flood strikes, these deeply hidden creatures will be forced to emerge from their dark corners and be exposed to the light of day.

What we need to do is not to sweep every corner clean, but to assess the scale of the "earthquake" and the direction of the "flood," let them reveal themselves, and then concentrate our efforts to sweep them away in one fell swoop.

"But how large was the 'earthquake' you mentioned?"

Night Moth spoke solemnly.

"While violent 'vibrations' can effectively drive away 'pests,' they can also cause unpredictable impacts or even damage to the building structure itself, and even to most of the ordinary 'residents' within it."

Overcorrection has always been a pitfall that must be guarded against in the process of reform.

Theo nodded in agreement: "That's why we need to carefully control every step and conduct precise testing, early warning, and guidance."

This is the task I am about to entrust to you and all those who are willing to share this responsibility.

Given that an earthquake warning had already been issued, the very few "residents" who remained in dilapidated buildings for various reasons were certainly not worth the loss of.

However, if sacrifices are inevitable on the road to the goal, then I only hope that they were not unknowingly 'represented'.

He further explained to prevent any potential misunderstandings, and incidentally pointed out the elderly figure who had been silently hunched over in the shadows behind the crowd—Rakuganji Yoshinobu.

"If some people, out of their own will and judgment, choose to sacrifice themselves for a cause, I cannot stop their determination, but I will never deny their choice and its value."

If they have indeed done so, I will accept it and remember it.

But if I could, I would naturally refuse any unnecessary sacrifices without hesitation!

Our goal is to build a world where more people can live and live better, not to climb the throne of power and strength by using piles of corpses as ladders!

Finding the right balance and making the right choices is a heavy responsibility that you and I must share.

Dio said no more, turning to the three Zenin monks Naoki, Naoya, and Kamo Kenkichi, who had been standing quietly waiting with different expressions, and gave them a slight bow.

"Gentlemen, we are grateful for your witnessing today."

"There are many matters to attend to, and we still need to handle follow-up matters. We will meet again in three days."

"Lord Theo, you flatter me!"

Zenji Naoya reacted the fastest, bowing deeply almost the instant he finished speaking, his tone respectful to the point of being obsequious, a stark contrast to his usual arrogant and haughty demeanor.

"Please rest assured! The entire Zen family will arrive on time without the slightest delay!"

"We will obey the orders of the Grand Master." Zenji Naohito and Kamo Kenki also bowed, their posture solemn, fully acknowledging the status and authority of the new leader who had risen to power through swift and decisive means.

Kamo Noriyuki immediately straightened up, maintaining the composure characteristic of a noble family heir, and added unhurriedly, "Director, my parents will also come to pay a visit in three days to show the Kamo family's full support for the new order."

With the Kamo family, the core pillar of the old General Staff and the mother of the conservative forces, making such a clear statement, the victory of this reform is now a foregone conclusion.

Once the three figures had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, the surrounding sorcerers and staff who had been holding their breath and not daring to make a sound from beginning to end slowly and silently dispersed, as if a spell had been lifted, with complex expressions and suppressed discussions.

Only now did the tension that had been building since they stepped into the director's office begin to ease slightly for those who remained in place.

Nanami Kento took off his goggles, and his usually calm and composed face revealed a rare look of relief.

He broke the silence first, his gaze seemingly drifting to a distant place:

"In the past... when I was still confused about the future and didn't know whether I should leave the world of sorcery, I asked Senior Mingming if she had any recommendations for a suitable place for ordinary people to live a peaceful life."

This is what she told me: "If you want to become a new you, head north. If you want to return to your former self, head south."

Nanami withdrew her gaze and looked at her palm, where thin calluses from long-term handling of the cursed dagger remained.

"At that time, as pessimistic as I was, I believed I was powerless to change this corrupt system, and even felt that struggling was futile..."

In the end, however, I still chose the "Southern Land"—I chose to return to the ranks of sorcerers, gambling on a "future" that might not even exist.

He clenched his fist, his voice trembling slightly:

"Looking back now... I guess I made the right bet."

"Congratulations--"

Just as Xia Youjie opened his mouth with a gentle smile, Laru suddenly leaned closer with a grin, revealing a mischievous expression that "all men understand," and gently nudged Xia Youjie's arm with his elbow.

"Speaking of which—Xia You-chan," Lalu lowered his voice, but it was enough for everyone around to hear clearly, his tone full of teasing, "that..."

Shouldn't you give the brothers a straight answer about your relationship with Ms. Manami?

"After all this time, shouldn't we have some 'good news' by now?"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled frankly: "Ah, you found out. We've decided, the wedding will be held next week."

"Wow—!"

Several people present spontaneously exclaimed in goodwill and cheered—except for one white-haired person who seemed to be kept in the dark.

"Wow! With whom?!" Gojo Satoru's reaction was the most intense.

He instantly sprang towards Xia Youjie, his sunglasses almost slipping off his nose, his face full of gossip and excitement.

"Is that the woman with orange hair, who looks so gentle and intellectual? Suda Manami?"

"Yeah, it's Manami. Haven't you seen her several times already?" Xia Youjie looked at his best friend's overly shocked expression with amusement. "She's here today too, helping to maintain order outside."

He suddenly sensed something was wrong and narrowed his eyes.

"Hey, wait a minute—you're reacting so strongly, even specifically asking 'with whom'...who else do you think could it be?"

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, revealing a sly expression that said, "I've seen through everything." He lowered his voice and whispered in a volume that only a few people could hear:

"The way those two girls, Mimiko and Nanako, look at you... it's not entirely like they're looking at their adoptive father, is it?"

Xia Youjie immediately raised his hand to stop him from continuing his nonsense, his expression serious:

Stop. Don't make jokes like that.

I could never lay a hand on a minor, and I genuinely consider them my daughters!

Manami is different. "

"Congratulations, Jie!" Gojo Satoru's expression changed instantly. He laughed and patted Xia Youjie's shoulder hard, so hard that he almost shoved him into the ground. His joy was overflowing.