Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

As a special first-level sorcerer, being beaten to the point of almost summoning the Demon Void to perish together with a first-level cursed spirit is something that Maki would laugh about for at least three years if she knew about it.

Wu Tiao Wu laughed beside him, chewing on a biscuit he had looted from Duanmu Yan's office: "The cursed spirits over there are indeed stronger. It's probably because they're closer to the school, so the resentment they've accumulated is more mixed."

However, we can't entirely blame Hui; who knew that situation would arise? And speaking of this matter…

He swallowed the biscuit and wiped the crumbs off his fingers. "Hui, you really need to train harder. When I was your age, I could easily take down a Special Grade fighter."

Gojo Satoru sighed, “I really am a good teacher and a good guardian. It’s a pity that Megumi can’t understand his love.”

He turned his gaze to the pink-haired boy still snoring on the sofa: "So what should we do with this kid?"

Duanmu Yan put down his teacup and turned his gaze to Fu Hei Hui. "Ah Hui, what do you think?"

Fukuhei lowered his head and began to think seriously.

The image of that boy rushing into the teaching building is still very clear in my memory. He could have run away, but he swallowed Su Nuo's finger even though he knew he might die.

Megumi Fushiguro found herself reminiscing about those brief moments with Itadori.

This boy has a strange power that makes people want to trust him involuntarily.

"According to the general rules of the sorcery world, a person who is possessed by a curse will be removed. However, Article 21 of the Federation's regulations clearly stipulates that if the possessed person can still maintain their own mind, they can be exempted from removal."

"So... I don't want him to die."

"Is this considered a private matter?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him.

“It’s a personal matter.” Fushiguro Megumi said without hesitation, “I hope you can think of a way, teacher.”

Gojo Satoru chuckled twice, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the sofa: "Since my lovely student has asked me for help, of course I will do it."

He turned his head to look at Duanmu Yan, "My attitude is very clear, and you should feel the same way, Duanmu. After all, we were willing to fight against the entire sorcery world for a girl we didn't even know."

Fushiguro Megumi was a little confused and looked up at Gojo Satoru.

“That girl is your Aunt Riko. Back then, the two of them almost overturned the Elders’ Council to protect her.” Gojo Satoru pointed a finger at Duanmu Yan.

Fu Hei Hui understood. He slowly turned his head and scrutinized Duanmu Yan from head to toe with a critical gaze.

This usually serious and upright chairman, who always taught him to "act with discretion," was actually more restless than him when he was young.

What kind of nonsense is this? It's a case of "the chairman is allowed to set fires, but the students are not allowed to light lamps."

Duanmu Yan immediately stood up from his chair. "What kind of look is that? Do I look like the kind of scoundrel who kidnaps young girls?"

Fushiguro Megumi withdrew her gaze, her voice returning to its usual coldness: "I didn't say anything."

"...Tch." Duanmu Yan sat down again, turned to Gotō Sō and cursed, "Don't cross your legs in my office."

Wu Tiao Wu immediately put his legs down obediently. He was well aware of the current situation. Duanmu had already been exposed by him. If he didn't cooperate, the chairman might really punch him.

Duanmu Yan placed the teacup back on the table, his voice regaining its usual composure: "I naturally agree as well. However, this matter is indeed of great importance and requires a formal procedure. Let's hold a meeting first, call in all the key members of the Federation, and clarify things face to face."

He stood up, walked to the sofa, and looked down at the pink-haired boy who was still fast asleep. "Before that, I'll take him to see someone. As long as he agrees, the rest of the meeting will be a success."

Chapter 232 My Little Brother!

"You are my little brother! Yuujin!"

Zhang Xiang grabbed Hisahito Itsuji and pulled him tightly into his arms, holding him firmly for a long time.

Huzhang was completely stunned, his hands frozen in mid-air, unsure of what to do.

He had just woken up and immediately recognized Duanmu Yan as the uncle from two years ago. After exchanging greetings, he had a vial of blood drawn and was then brought to see this tall man with a red line across his face.

Duanmu Yan handed the vial of blood to Zhang Xiang.

Zhang Xiang took the bait, and with just a slight sense of it, images of things he had never experienced before instantly appeared in his mind: him, Huai Xiang, Xue Tu, and the pink-haired boy in front of him. The four of them were sitting around a campfire by the stream. Huai Xiang was grilling fish, Xue Tu was lying on the bank splashing water with his feet, and Itajō Yujin was smiling at him and calling him "Big Brother".

It was something that had never happened, but in his heart, it was more real than any memory that had actually occurred.

A resonance of blood ties exploded in his chest, every cell telling him the same answer.

no doubt.

The boy in front of him was his younger brother, by blood.

Before Huzhang could figure out what was going on, the stranger suddenly pounced on him and hugged him.

He couldn't break free at all; the man was holding him so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would disappear.

"Um, I don't even know you yet, how come you're my brother?"

“Zhang Xiang is your half-brother, born of a different father and mother,” Duanmu Yan explained from the side.

That sentence completely blew through Haddock's brain.

What? He and this older brother in front of him are actually half-brothers.

He spoke up decisively, "Although my grades are only average, I know that half-brothers can't be biological brothers."

Zhang Xiang placed his hands on his shoulders, his gaze intense: "No, we are brothers. Closer than ever."

Hisahito Itadori's expression remained complex.

Duanmu Yan patted him on the shoulder from the side: "It's alright. Spells are inherently mysterious. You'll gradually understand them and accept them as you grow older."

Then he turned to the bloated figure and said, "You two, come with me. Now it's time to discuss Hisahito Itadori's future."

Zhang Xiang reluctantly let go of Duanmu Yan's hand, followed him for a few steps, then quickened his pace to catch up: "What was the meaning of the meeting? What will Yu Ren's future be like?"

Duanmu Yan pretended to think for a moment, then said in a nonchalant tone, "As the vessel for the King of Curses, Itadori Yuuhito might die, according to the old rules."

Zhang Xiang stopped in his tracks. The dark red line on his face began to twitch slightly, and cursed power surged uncontrollably from his body.

He was furious. No one could hurt his brother, not even the Federation, not even the entire sorcery world, not even Duanmu Yan himself.

He would risk his life, and all his 150 years of resentment and struggle, and he would never let anyone lay a finger on Hisahito.

This was his duty as an older brother, and the entire meaning of his existence.

Then this surging magical power was suppressed by an even larger aura, and Duanmu Yan glared at him.

"That was the old rule. Have you forgotten who I am?"

“I, Duanmu Yan, am not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately. The Federation is no longer the old council of elders. We have a voting system. As long as more than two-thirds of the members agree, Hisahito Itadori can live.”

Zhang Xiang paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically, his eyes burning with an unwavering determination: "I understand. The votes will definitely surpass it."

Even if it costs him everything he has now, he will absolutely protect this younger brother he has just recognized.

Yuji Itadori listened quietly until the two finished speaking, at which point he spoke.

"Well, I'm very grateful that you two were willing to speak up for me. But if the curse within me could threaten others, I'm willing to die."

He raised his hand, placed his palm on his chest, and felt his heart beating strongly.

He heard Su Nuo's whisper. He pressed his palms together even tighter, raised his head, and became even more determined in his mind.

“My grandfather said that I should do everything I can to help others, and then die surrounded by people. If this guy will cause harm to everyone, I can…”

“No, it won’t happen.” Zhang Xiang interrupted him directly. Zhang Xiang placed his hands on Hu Zhang’s shoulders, and an urgency that no one had ever seen on his usually calm face appeared.

"Don't give up your life for something like this, Yujin. We've only just met. Bad Guy and Bloodstained are waiting for you to come home. How can you say such things?"

Duanmu Yan leaned against the corridor wall, looking at the two brothers, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Sure enough, this was the shonen manga protagonist he knew.

Sacrificing oneself for the greater good, though a cliché, is surprisingly moving.

He straightened up, clapped his hands, and drew their attention. "It's alright. We have enough votes now."

Huzhang blinked. Duanmu Yan walked up to him, looked down at the boy who was half a head shorter than him, and smiled: "Besides, I promised you two years ago that I would come to pick up your grandfather at the start of the school year. If you die now, I will have broken my promise. I don't want to be a person who goes back on their word."

Hu Zhang was stunned. He remembered that afternoon two years ago when Duanmu Yan sat in his grandfather's hospital room for a long time. When he came out, he didn't say anything, but just patted his head and told him to spend more time with his grandfather.

It turns out that the man had already made his promise back then.

He lowered his head, blinked hard a few times, then looked up again. "Uncle, you really are..."

"Let's go." Duanmu Yan turned and walked towards the tightly closed door at the end of the corridor.

He gripped the doorknob, glanced back at Zhang Xiang and Yujin Itadori behind him, and then pushed open the conference room door.

Seven people were already seated on either side of the long table.

Chapter 233 Even if I die, I'll take more than half of my fingers with me.

The conference room door slowly closed behind us.

Yuji Itadori sat at the end of the long table, rubbing his palms against his knees.

He looked up and saw each face on the table.

The association's chairman, Duanmu Yan, sat in the main seat.

The principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Masamichi Yagami, leaned against him on his left with his arms crossed, while the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High School, Yoshinobu Rakuganji, was on his right.

The master sorcerer Xia Youjie had his hands in his sleeves, while Wutiao Wu stood next to him with his legs crossed.

Zenin Naohito, the head of the Zenin family, yawned. Kamo family head, sitting upright with a bloated face, sat directly opposite him, his gaze fixed on Hisahito Itadori, unwilling to look away for a long time.

The Federation's medical director, Iori Shoko, had a cigarette between her fingers, while the sorcerer representative, Miss Mingming, had an unfinished cup of coffee in front of her.

Behind them sat some sorcerers who did not have the right to vote.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Duanmu Yan got straight to the point: "Everyone has already seen the information about Itadori Hisahito. Now, please think about his future."

After the words were spoken, the meeting room was quiet for a moment, and then the discussion in the back row exploded like a lit fuse.

The younger generation of sorcerers generally find it acceptable. Since the establishment of the Federation, they have seen many new rules and policies, and having another container to suppress Su Nuo is not a catastrophic event.

But the older generation of sorcerers didn't look so happy.

A white-haired sorcerer stood up abruptly. "There has never been a precedent of a human being possessed by a cursed being surviving, let alone one possessed by the King of Curses. If it gets out of control, the entire country will be plunged into crisis. Who can bear that responsibility?"

Another old sorcerer immediately chimed in, his tone even more forceful: "When the Federation was founded, it said it would reform, but reform is not about playing with people's lives; there has to be a limit."

The people on both sides were talking back and forth, and the meeting room was buzzing like a pot of porridge that had been boiled over.

Zhang Xiang's fingers slowly tightened on the edge of the table. Hu Zhang was his younger brother. He was about to stand up when someone else acted first.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu slammed his cane heavily on the floor. "Quiet. This is the Federation's discussion hall, not a marketplace. If you want to argue, go outside. If you have any opinions, raise your hand to ask."