Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

The news that Gojo Satoru had a lover, and that the other party was an ordinary man with no background in sorcery, had already caused a huge uproar in Kyoto.

They had all been speculating about what kind of three-headed, six-armed monster would be able to subdue this lawless and strongest person in modern times.

More importantly, not long ago, the Kyoto school suddenly received a perplexing order:

After returning from the hospital, Principal Rakanji Temple, with a grim face, forcibly canceled all the planned "accidental executions" of Hisahito Itadori, the vessel for Sukuna, during the exchange meeting.

No matter how eager the old man usually was to get rid of the cursed container, this time he kept his mouth tightly shut, even revealing a deep-seated fear.

The rumors leaked by the geisha in private all pointed to the gentle and handsome doctor beside Gojo Satoru.

But at this moment, the eyes of everyone at Kyoto School lingered on Sumire Kichikawa, their confusion only growing.

It's too clean.

The man was dressed in a soft, plain-colored trench coat. He did not exude any of the domineering and oppressive aura of the three powerful families. His every move was gentle and graceful, and his eyes even carried a hint of indifference and peace.

To anyone else, he would just be an ordinary doctor with excellent manners, and even a little thin.

What methods did this person use to force the stubborn principal of Leyan Temple to bow down and back down?

Kisakawa Sumi keenly sensed the probing and wary gazes, but he was already used to being scrutinized. His expression remained unchanged; he simply calmly withdrew his gaze, letting it sweep over the students at Kyoto School one by one, and casually asked Gojo Satoru beside him:

"Are these all the students from the Kyoto school who participated in the exchange program?"

"There are a few others who aren't here." Gojo Satoru leaned casually against his shoulder, raising his hand to count the number of people in the air. "They're probably tied up with a temporary mission."

Kikawa Sumi looked in the direction he pointed.

A short-haired girl stood aloofly at the back of the line, one hand in her uniform pocket, seemingly indifferent to everything around her.

But after a short while, Sumi Kikawa noticed that her gaze would always uncontrollably pass over the crowd and quietly fall on Maki Zenin not far away.

Each stop was very short.

Before Maki could even notice, she would quickly avert her gaze, her expression becoming even colder.

The two have strikingly similar facial features, making their blood relation immediately apparent.

But the atmosphere between them was strange.

However, that's not the main point; the main thing is that the atmosphere between them is strange.

Just as Sumire was about to observe more closely, another thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

During their investigation in Kyoto, they had deduced that someone within the vocational high school might be leaking information. The fact that most of these Kyoto students had close ties to Rakuganji Temple and the Kyoto sorcery community seemed to confirm their earlier suspicions.

With a slight thought, a layer of ethereal golden light appeared deep within Kikawa Sumi's dark, warm eyes.

[Dharma Realm Observation], silently activated.

In an instant, all things shed their superficial colors, the clamor of voices faded away, and in their place appeared countless threads of cause and effect, crisscrossing in the void.

really.

Several students from the Kyoto school had faint traces of cause and effect wrapped around their bodies, which were vaguely similar to the aura seen on Kamo Noriyuki earlier.

It wasn't a solid connection between accomplices, but rather a channel unintentionally built over a long period by missions, intelligence, and a certain intermediary.

Therefore, it appears that the person who leaked the information is indeed connected to students at the Kyoto campus.

However, the cause and effect at present are too weak and too scattered to directly identify a specific candidate.

Forcing a direct tracing back might alert the target hiding in the shadows.

Sumire Kikkawa temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​pursuing the matter.

Just then, the fight in the center of the arena finally came to a halt.

Aoi Toudou took a solid punch from Hisahito Itadori, but his massive body showed no anger. Instead, a radiant smile, a mixture of sudden enlightenment and ecstasy, appeared on his rugged face.

He grabbed Itadori Yuujin's shoulder with such force that the pink-haired boy, who had just regained his balance, almost lost his footing.

"My dear friend, that's great! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

Hisahito Itadori's face went blank. He staggered forward a couple of steps as Itadori dragged him along, completely paralyzed with resignation: "...Although I still don't know what happened, whatever makes you happy."

"Don't look so distant! You've always been like this since our youth in our hometown!"

"What hometown? We didn't even spend our youth together!"

"It seems you're still holding a grudge about that argument."

"What argument is this now?!"

The two of them inexplicably put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked towards the eaves.

Sumi Kichikawa had only glanced at it casually at first.

The next moment, his gaze suddenly froze.

The [Dharma Realm Observation] that was about to be withdrawn trembled violently. In the usually calm and composed eyes of Qichuan Cheng, all the tranquility shattered into dust in an instant.

In the faded vision, a line far thicker and deeper than all the cause and effect around it extended from Hisahito Itadori and plunged straight into the distant and dark void.

That line does not belong to Ryoumen Sukuna.

Sukuna resides within Itadori Yuujin's body; the two present a symbiotic causal relationship that is almost overlapping yet mutually repulsive, its form being completely different from the line before them.

The newly emerging causal thread carries an aura that is not unfamiliar to Sumi Kichikawa.

Ancient, cold, and mixed.

Like the decaying traces accumulated by a soul that has lived through countless years and changed countless bodies.

Lu Suo.

Sumire Kawakawa blinked incredulously.

The horizon did not disappear; the thick line of cause and effect still existed clearly.

He even suspected that he had read too many of the Kamo family's old files, which had led to a preconceived misjudgment of Tōsō's aura.

So he closed his eyes, briefly severing his observation of the Dharma realm, and then opened them again after a few breaths.

The line is still there.

It is long and profound, and cannot be formed by ordinary contact. Even people who have been together for many years and are willing to entrust their lives to each other can hardly leave such a profound connection on the level of cause and effect.

Unless the two parties have an unbreakable blood tie.

Kinship.

The moment this judgment came to mind, even Sumi Kikawa, who had seen countless strange life forms, was momentarily stunned into a blank.

Cansuo and Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito?

Kinship?

A curse master who has lived for a thousand years and can constantly change his physical body, and an ordinary boy who was only a little over ten years old and had almost no contact with curse magic before swallowing Sukuna's finger?

If this cause and effect comes from bloodline, then what role did Toso play in Hisahito Itadori's birth?

Sumire Kikawa's gaze involuntarily fell on Hisahito Itadori's face.

The pink-haired boy had just finished a fierce battle; sweat still clung to his forehead, but there wasn't a trace of gloom on his face.

He was struggling to pull down the arm that Toudou Aoi had draped over his shoulder, repeatedly emphasizing that this was the first time the two had met today, his expression so vivid and bright that one could see right through him.

Why would such a child be bound by the karmic entanglements of cause and effect?