Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

"My crows have not detected anything unusual so far, Nishio-kun can continue to sneak to the designated location as planned."

A calm, ethereal voice came through the communicator.

Inside the stands, the woman held a walkie-talkie in one hand and gently rested her chin on the other. Her extremely long bangs, along with the rest of her hair, were braided into a thick, long three-strand braid, hanging down in front of her like a half-concealed curtain. The eye peeking out from behind the curtain was sharing its view with the crows circling in the arena.

The people in the room all stared at the monitor screen, and no one spoke.

The next second, Gojo Satoru's phone suddenly vibrated.

On the screen was a text message that Iji had just sent.

He glanced at the content and promptly turned his phone screen towards someone else.

"Three assistant supervisors were killed off the field."

Angehime frowned.

"So, the other side has already started taking action."

"It seems so." Mingming's expression didn't change much, but her gaze shifted slightly, as if she were turning her attention to another direction. "Mr. Nanami, keep walking forward. In three seconds you will encounter a short man with a side ponytail, whose appearance is roughly consistent with Nishio-kun's description."

On the other end of the earpiece came Nanami Kento's somewhat helpless voice.

"Seriously...it's a day off today."

Mingming smiled slightly, her tone relaxed as if she were comforting someone.

"Don't worry, Wu said he'll pay for all the overtime."

"That's truly rare."

At this moment, Yoshinobu Rakuganji, who was sitting on the other side, slowly opened his eyes.

"In that case, we should make arrangements here as well." The old man's voice was low and hoarse. "Songstress, go ahead."

"Yes."

Angehime immediately responded, picked up her phone, and walked to the side.

at the same time.

In the team competition, the students were still fiercely fighting for the so-called "collective honor," completely unaware that the external situation had quietly changed.

"—The Great Exorcism Cannon!"

With a deafening roar, the mechanical ball raised its cannon, unleashing a wide-range barrage of magical energy towards the panda in front of it. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the panda's round body nimbly leaped out from the side, sliding a considerable distance across the ground.

Mechanical Maru gritted his teeth, the uncontrollable irritation in his chest almost bursting out of his voice.

This guy is clearly just a cursed corpse.

It's merely a manufactured body, yet it can stand proudly in the sunlight, living freely and side-by-side with others, just like a real life! Laughing! Fighting!

And what about yourself?

Because of this "Heavenly Curse," although it possesses enough magical power to cover the entire country, it can only forever cower in the dark underground, using these cold puppets to contact the world in its place.

The more I thought about it, the more turbulent my frustration and jealousy became.

But just then, the panda wearing cute panda boxing gloves charged forward once again with great momentum.

"Take this—!"

The panda swung its fist, charging forward with an aura of "I'm going to give you a good punch."

The mechanical ball suddenly stopped moving at the last moment.

"...Let's pause for a moment."

"Huh?" The panda paused.

Mechanical Maru glanced down at the communication device on his body, his tone becoming noticeably impatient.

"It seems there's an important phone call coming in."

"Then you'd better hurry up!" The panda waved its fist while standing still. "I've just finished warming up!"

The mechanical ball ignored it and connected to the communication.

"Songstress... what? Now? Okay... alright... I understand."

After the call ended, he was silent for two seconds, as if he was processing something.

The panda has lowered its body again, ready to pounce.

"Is it over? Now I'm starting! I'm going to pounce!"

however.

"That's enough for today," Mechanical Maru said coldly. "I'm out."

The panda paused for a moment.

"Are you trying to trick me and run away?"

"No." Mechanical Maru let out a frustrated sigh. "Forget it, it's just a mere doll, I can't be bothered to explain it to you."

The panda's expression immediately fell.

"Hey, if you get angry just because you're called 'Cursed Corpse,' then I, as the real 'Cursed Corpse,' will be really hurt! Should I make you hurt too?"

"Forget it." Mechanical Maru's tone was indifferent. "My real body isn't even here. I'll teach you a lesson another time."

After saying this, Mechanical Maru, who was standing opposite the panda, suddenly lowered his head.

The light in the puppet's eyes went out completely, and it fell silent as if the power had been cut off.

The panda stood still and blinked.

"Huh? Is she asleep...?"

the other side.

Xuan Yi, who had already arrived at the target location ahead of time, was concealing his magical aura and quietly lurking in the shadows of the bushy forest.

The voice from the underworld sounded again in my ears.

"Nishio-kun, your target has appeared. Bare-chested, wearing an apron, bald—all the characteristics match."

"receive."

Xuan Yi responded softly, his gaze simultaneously locking onto the figure not far ahead.

HDB flat tanning.

This is part of the Lu Suo plan.

According to the original plan, this guy would use a "tent" in the form of a request to set up a barrier specifically to prevent Gojo Satoru from entering the barrier. On the surface, this was to buy time for Hanamichi to attack the team competition arena.

In reality, both the attack on the students by the flower-wielding woman and the cleverly structured "tent" were merely a diversionary tactic.

The real key figure is the person who sneaked into the college during the chaos.

Most temples and Buddhist pavilions affiliated with higher education institutions are designed to mislead and confuse the public.

Tengen's barrier spells change their configurations daily; among the more than a thousand doors, one leads to a warehouse containing high-risk cursed items, including Sukuna's finger.

Only Tengen knew which door led to the warehouse that day.

However, the Su Nuo finger that Lu Suo deliberately placed in Shunping's house was marked by the real person beforehand with his spell power. In this way, he could also sneak into the spell item warehouse guarded by the Tianyuan Barrier and steal the remaining Su Nuo fingers, as well as the first to third numbers of the Nine Phase Diagram.

Even before the plan was finalized, Hisahito Itadori had already put forward his own ideas.

"In that case, why not just have Gojo-sensei guard the warehouse and wait for that bastard to come knocking?"

However, this suggestion was quickly rejected by Nanami.

"No," Nanami said calmly. "If the cursed spirit on the field is just a smokescreen, then the real person will most likely only take action after their companions have completely infiltrated. While waiting in ambush can ensure the elimination of the real person, at the same time, the students who are fighting another special-grade cursed spirit may also be in danger."

Xuan nodded.

"Therefore, I also believe that it is still necessary for Gojo-sensei to exorcise that cursed spirit named Hanami."

"But..." Gojo Satoru idly toyed with his eyepatch, "Genichi just mentioned it, right? There's still that debt that can 'prevent Gojo Satoru from entering.' What should we do about that?"

"I'll deal with that curse caster."

Memories flashed by.

The moment the curse master Tanzaku pulled out that "tent", Xuan Yi's figure moved.

The dark figure swept past the person behind him, and in an instant, the scythe in his hand slashed through the person's throat!

"Using Miss Mingming's crows for a sneak attack—that's the most efficient method."

As Xuan Yi slowly rose from the rain of blood, a cursed object resembling a wedge appeared in his hand.

It's a pity that the "account" that Ryosaku meticulously crafted for Gojo Satoru, which was meant to entrust him with something, can't be used this time.

With that thought in mind, Xuan took out another wedge that looked almost exactly the same from his pocket.

A "tent" engraved with a special effect—preventing cursed spirits from entering or leaving.

"Born of darkness, darkness within darkness. All filth and defilement are cleansed."

"Xuan Yi Jun's operation was a success."

Miss Mingming's calm voice came through the communicator.

On the other side, Nanami Kento looked up at the tent that had unfolded as expected. His expression was not much of a change, but the words that Genichi had said earlier flashed through his mind.

"...After that, I will set up a normal tent to make them believe that the plan is still proceeding as usual. In the meantime, please do your best to defeat the enemy before you, Mr. Nanami."

"Everything is just as Nishio-kun predicted."

Nanami spoke in a low voice, his gaze falling on the short, grinning man swaying in front of him.

"Huh?" Haruta Shigemoto tilted his head, a rather unpleasant smile on his face. "Are these just small fry? Well, I guess I can cut them down!"

That frivolous and annoying face is enough to make anyone feel irritated, even just by looking at it.

Nanami slowly raised his hand, pulled off his tie, and wrapped it around his fist.

"This is difficult; you mean we need to capture them alive?"

Meanwhile, in the spectator room.

After finishing her call, Angehime returned to the monitor screen, but her brows remained furrowed.

"I still don't understand." She looked at Gojo Satoru beside her, her tone serious. "Why did it have to be a mechanical maru?"

"Who knows?" Gojo Satoru shrugged, his tone nonchalant. "Let's stick to plan!"

As he spoke, he stood up from his seat and stretched his shoulders and wrists.

The joints made a slight clicking sound.

"Alright!" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Now that the score is settled, it's time for me to go and have some fun."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Leyan Temple to the side.

"Would you like to go for a walk together, sir?"

Leyan Temple snorted coldly.

"This is unnecessary."

"How indifferent."

Gojo Satoru said this, but he didn't seem to want to continue talking to the other person. He simply waved his hand and turned to walk out of the spectator room.

"Then the task of evacuating the students from here on out is yours. Bye-bye!"

The door was pushed open.

The white-haired man's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.