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

The dappled sunlight slanted through the gaps in the trees, falling on Gojo Satoru's handsome face, which was always unrestrained and seemed to be able to cover himself with a blanket even if the sky were to fall.

However, at this moment, the pupils of those pure, clear blue eyes contracted sharply, and all the playfulness and arrogance vanished in an instant.

With Gojo Satoru's keen insight and exceptional intellect, combined with the rare moment of absent-mindedness that Kikawa Sumi had shown when staring at Itadori Yuujin, he pieced together that utterly absurd answer in the blink of an eye.

But precisely because the answer was so absurd, even beyond the realm of human understanding, he opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing laboredly, and the first thing that escaped his throat was a whisper filled with astonishment and absurdity:

"...What do you mean?"

Sumi Kichikawa did not back down, nor did she give each other any more time to adjust.

He looked back at the six-eyed pair with a serious expression and said clearly:

"I mean, that Lu Suo person... may have left behind descendants for himself."

Gojo Satoru tightened his grip on his wrist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He stared intently at Kikawa Sumi, as if trying to find a trace of a joke on that usually calm face, but Kikawa Sumi's eyes held only a deep and solemn stillness.

After a long, deathly silence, Gojo Satoru's voice was very low, even tinged with a barely perceptible hoarseness:

"...Hisuhito?"

"It seems that way at the moment." Kikawa Sumi met his gaze, her tone unwavering.

"That causal line extends from the deepest part of his bones and destiny; it is not symbiosis, not parasitism, but an unbreakable bloodline of responsibility."

At this moment, even Gojo Satoru fell completely silent.

The strongest sorcerer in the world stood in the shadows, sunglasses casually hanging from his fingertips, his arms taut at his sides.

He never cared about orthodoxy or worldly rules, but Hisahito Itadori was a student he personally brought back to the college and saved despite opposition.

The child had a soul purer and brighter than anyone else's, and a passionate yet clumsy desire to save everyone—but now, Sumi Kikawa tells him that the birth of this child is likely an absurd and vicious scheme orchestrated by the thousand-year-old curse master.

The mountain breeze suddenly turned cool, causing the hems of their clothes to flutter loudly.

Before Gojo Satoru could recover from the immense absurdity and heaviness, his cell phone suddenly vibrated sharply in his pocket.

This special beep code signifies the highest level of alert.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, concealing the turbulent thoughts in his eyes, and took out his phone to glance at the screen.

The short message flashing on the screen was only one line long, but it instantly made his eyebrows furrow into a sharp arc.

"There's a problem with the Kiku." Gojo Satoru looked up, his expression still tense, but his eyes had quickly regained their composure. "...The 'Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo' sealed at the bottom layer seems to have been tampered with."

Why did they have to choose this time?

Kikawa Sumi's brow twitched slightly.

Just as the cause and effect of the Kyoto school's collusion with the outside world were discovered through the students, Kiku ran into trouble, which was no coincidence.

"Let's go take a look first." Sumire Kichikawa shook Gojo Satoru's slightly cool palm with her other hand.

Gojo Satoru gripped his fingers, pressing his fingertips firmly against his palm, as if trying to calm the restless anger in his heart with the warm and calm aura emanating from his lover.

The next second, space silently distorted, and the two turned into a blur, disappearing directly into the depths of the high school's underground.

The High Specialized Forbidden Treasury is located dozens of meters underground, where the air is cold and damp, and the walls are densely covered with yellowish cinnabar talismans. Even the light has a cold, eerie green glow.

The heavy stone door was half-closed, and although the magical chains on it were not completely broken, they showed signs of being ingeniously deconstructed and hastily restored.

The two entered a deep stone chamber containing a highly dangerous cursed object.

The stone chamber was filled with stale dust and a suffocating atmosphere of death. Gojo Satoru, his face grim, strode straight toward the central wooden frame.

Kikawa Sumi stopped in her tracks.

He raised his head and looked silently into the air.

To the average person, there was nothing there.

However, in the realm of Dharma that was not yet completely closed, a familiar aura was hovering above the seal.

It seemed to be pulled by something, falling from the void and disappearing directly into the location of the Nine Phases Diagram.

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

Can someone explain to him what's going on here?

In the field of vision, the world fades.

Around the vessels containing the "Nine Phases of the Cursed Embryo" on the wooden shelf, several peculiar traces of life, glowing with a dark red light, were floating faintly.

Those several auras swirled and intertwined in the void, emanating fluctuations of their bloodline origins...

It was almost identical to the causal aura he had seen in Hisahito Itadori half an hour earlier.

Even the unique sense of distortion and traces of rejection and reorganization, which were transformed by the curse of the Lu Suo, seemed to be products carved from the same mold.

Sumi Kichikawa maintained her raised eyes and fell into a long silence.

The Nine Phases of the Cursed Fetus.

Those were nine stillborn babies born a hundred years ago when Kamo Kenrin—one of the bodies possessed by Tosuo—tricked a woman with a special constitution and forcibly combined her with a cursed spirit.

and so……

Why do these cursed embryos, which have been soaking in the potion for hundreds of years, exude an aura almost identical to that of the energetic sixteen-year-old high school student outside who is clamoring for fried pork cutlets?

Kikawa Sumi closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.

Those few dark red causal lines not only did not dissipate, but because of his gaze, they trembled slightly in the air as if they were alive, pointing towards the outside of the stone chamber.

absurd.

It's so absurd it's almost laughable.

Kikawa Sumi stood there expressionless, silently took out her phone from her pocket, swiped the screen, and dialed a number.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and a boy's energetic yet somewhat confused voice came from the other end:

"Moshi Moshi? Dr. Kichikawa? Did you want to see me?"

"Yujin." Sumi Kikawa's voice sounded extremely calm.

"Get to the very bottom of the Jiku immediately. Yes, the underground stone chamber. It's urgent."

Before the bewildered boy on the other end could even ask "How do I get there?", Sumi Kichikawa hung up the phone cleanly and decisively.

Hisahito Itsuji arrived incredibly quickly.

Within just two or three minutes, hurried and frantic footsteps echoed from the depths of the stone path.

The pink-haired boy ran frantically, almost slipping at a corner, and panted as he leaned in through the heavy stone door, shouting, "Dr. Kirikawa! Teacher Gojo! I'm here! What happened?!"

He was covered in sweat, clearly having pushed his speed to the limit the way he came.

And just as Hisahito Itadori stepped into this stone chamber—

"Buzz!"

A soul resonance, audible only to Sumi Kichikawa, echoed in the void.

The few dark red causal lines belonging to the Nine Phases Diagram that were originally just floating in the air suddenly surged like a young beast that had been starving for a hundred years smelling the blood of its own kind!

Several chains of cause and effect roared through the void and, without Hisahito's knowledge, collided violently with the ancient causal energy within his chest, frantically merging, intertwining, and biting together!

They were so inseparable, it was hard to say goodbye.

Kikawa Sumi stood to the side, watching this grand "family reunion" scene with a blank expression.

Ok.

It's confirmed to be correct.

Not only does Yuujin Itadori have an unbreakable direct kinship with the brain-flower curse master who has lived for a thousand years, but he also has an undeniable blood relationship with these specimen cursed fetuses in front of him, which have been preserved in bottles for 150 years.

It was truly a heart-wrenching family tragedy.