[……How eerie]
[?!]
[He just crushed it like that, all vibrant and alive?!]
[Is Muzan regretting giving him his cursed energy? But that expression of his, I can’t quite describe it]
[Not angry, but gloomy, manic, and restless]
[Don’t forget, his feeling toward Yuuki is appetite, wow……]
[Muzan definitely harbors an ulterior motive. He tried to turn him into a demon the moment he debuted, and only changed his attitude after failing, but all the viewers clearly know he’s up to no good]
[On one side, you have someone capricious, moody, a human-shaped cold-blooded monster; while on the other, a pretty believer feigning piety]
[They’re both pretending to “love” each other]
[I’m genuinely about to ship this pair……]
[Me too. It’s equivalent to both of them harboring their own secret thoughts while sleeping in the same bed with different dreams. This pairing shady, genuinely shady; a great ship, genuinely a great ship!]
While the comment section was engaged in a heated discussion, the people beneath the high platform had all quieted their breathing.
For the time being, they hadn’t noticed the bloody scene occurring on the edge of the high platform involving the Special Grade Curse; all their attention was captivated by Ieiri Yuuki.
Praying to the gods it had succeeded…
Itadori had only witnessed the tail end of that Kagura dance and had also heard the sweet chiming of the bells.
He was struck with overwhelming awe, and murmured, “…So pretty.”
Yet the next instant, the blonde youth’s figure atop the high platform swayed, appearing as though he lacked the physical strength to stand, and fell sideways.
Itadori Yuji: “!”
He instinctively dashed forward.
Thanks to his extraordinary physical constitution, he should be able to catch him steadily, seeing as no one could possibly be faster than him
That master-devouring Curse merely watched, making no move to step forward.
Yet just as his hand was about to make contact, an extremely rapid, black-and-red whip-like shadow lashed toward his face, causing Itadori to reflexively lean back slightly.
Because of that slightest of leans,
Right before his eyes, a Curse appeared!
A black-haired Curse with a pale, stunningly gorgeous visage. He had an extra person cradled in the crook of his right arm the blonde youth, who had regained a sliver of consciousness.
He said, “Muzan…”
Muzan.
Muzan.
This human was always acting coy, always seducing him. Whether through his actions or his words, he constantly and “unintentionally” drew his attention.
Those capable of directly calling Muzan Kibutsuji by his name could be counted on one hand.
And those who managed to remain within Muzan’s memories were those who had nearly driven him to extinction beneath their blades.
He didn’t particularly care for those syllables, even if that was his own name.
Yet, bizarrely enough,
He did not detest this person’s voice.
This human had never witnessed his disheveled, pathetic state, nor did he know his origins.
He danced in prayer for him, becoming his sole heretic in this world.
He had been the first to look down upon the world from within the darkness; And then, he saw him.
[Who has the livestream clip of this part? Share a copy with me later, I want to listen to it on repeat……!!]
[Yuji, an angel!]
[What is Muzan doing?!]
[He’s just like this—fickle, moody, acting entirely on instinct. Compared to humans, he leans closer to insects or similar creatures]
[Poseur extraordinaire!!]
[Are you going to hold him or not, you poser]
Suddenly, a fierce, fang-bearing mouth surged out from Itadori’s face.
Ryomen Sukuna: “Utterly squandering a heavenly gift!”
“On his body right now, there’s actually mingled the stench of that pretty boy!”
He, presumably, referred to Ieiri Yuuki.
Pretty boy…
That must have been referring to the shikigami.
Hearing this, Kugisaki first glanced upward and muttered actually, quite fitting!
Fushiguro Megumi: “……”
“Slap!”
Itadori delivered yet another unmerciful strike to his own face, the sound alone making it hurt.
Following that, Ryomen Sukuna stayed quiet for less than half a second.
Then he popped out from the other side of Itadori’s cheek once more, unpleasantly stating: “Pink-haired brat, you…”
Abruptly, a powerful suction force assailed them from midair!
The target was explicit, directed squarely at the people of Jujutsu High.
Before anyone could react, they floated up into midair, leaving behind only Curses on the ground
At this moment, most of those Curses appeared dazed, searching like headless flies for that trace of “residual taint” that had previously intoxicated and indulged them, though they couldn’t quite name or pin it down.
The next instant, an overwhelming, surging, world-destroying purple cursed energy, carrying a tremendously formidable cluster of energy, rushed downward like a roaring dragon.
That single move merely grazed past the people of Jujutsu High, yet they could perceive its matchless, peerless might.
The cursed energy cluster burst apart like magma.
Then, with a force capable of pulling out rotten wood, it unfurled a massive net, ruthlessly swallowing up all the Curses on the ground.
Death swept across the land, leaving not a single Curse able to escape.
“Boom—”
The earth shook and mountains trembled.
Roaring echoed in their ears!
The curse tide that had been “running amok like a plague” at Jujutsu High was instantly reduced to flying ash under this single strike.
Naturally, under an attack intensity like [Hollow Technique: Purple], this entire expanse of buildings was also reduced to ash.
The white-haired teacher suspended in midair returned, a smile playing on his lips as he let out a low, soft chuckle: “Yuuki-kun, you really gave Teacher a huge surprise!”
Naturally, the unconscious person couldn’t hear it.
[Teac—her——!!]
[The ceiling of combat power! To put it without exaggeration, the moment Teacher returns, our confidence and sense of security are back!]
[The Trash Boss went playing hide-and-seek again]
[Don’t worry, Muzan has just restarted his voyeur mode. When the time comes for him to be blessed again, he’ll emerge without a sound (spoken from experience)]
[Blessed Bro, living up to his name]
On the other side, Gojo Satoru made two concluding observations:
First, this catnip’s purity was simply too high, exceeding all expectations.
Secondly…
Gojo Satoru hooked one side of his blindfold up with his fingertip.
Those azure eyes, clear as the firmament, captured the cursed pattern on Ieiri Yuuki’s ring finger.
That vicious shikigami, which had attempted to devour its master the moment it appeared, was actually granting its master cursed energy.
Just what on earth… had happened?
Interesting.
Gojo Satoru manipulated [Blue], letting the people of Jujutsu High land gently on the ground.
A large portion of the buildings here had been reduced to ruins under the highest-power onslaught of [Hollow Technique: Purple].
This included Jujutsu High’s classrooms, martial arts training grounds, and the medical room.
Ieiri Shoko sighed softly: “If I’d known, I would’ve finished drinking that bottle of liquor first.”
The one stored in the medical room cabinet now not even crumbs remained of it.
Kugisaki clicked her tongue; it was her first time witnessing that white-haired teacher make a move.
It was entirely on a hyper-standard scale, and a dense sense of respect inevitably arose within her heart.
The worship of strength was a human instinct.
Itadori scratched his head: “Jujutsu High is going to need to be rebuilt, right?”
Aside from this area, the outer perimeter ring of buildings damaged by the invading Curses was also quite substantial.
Low-grade Curses could walk through walls without damaging structures, but higher-grade Curses acted like locust swarms passing through, leaving destruction in their wake and only causing chaos.
“Of course!”
Gojo Satoru proclaimed loudly: “Yaga, apply for more funding.”
“I want to see a brand-new, high-end Tokyo Jujutsu High comparable to a five-star hotel!”
Immediately afterward, his tone dropped low and turned exceptionally solemn: “Most importantly, there must be a hot spring pool added to my room!”
Yaga: “……”
[Haha!]
[As expected of you, Gojo]
Following that, Teacher Gojo waved his hand grandly and generously declared:
“As for the poor students who are currently homeless, why don’t you come temporarily stay at my place for a bit?”
His tone sounded just like a teacher taking his students on a spring outing.
“Eh?!”
One of the Three Great Families, the Gojo family!
For a moment, the students cheered up.
Even the residual cursed mist lingering in the sky was washed completely clean by the youths’ bright, clean smiles.
Shifting perspective.
Nighttime.
A private conversation between the teacher and his students.
Principal Yaga Masamichi furrowed his brows slightly, “Satoru, the Headquarters called you again just now; what do they want?”
Regarding Ieiri Yuuki.
The white-haired teacher clicked his tongue why bother minding those old oranges?
His ears were practically growing calluses from them.
“They’re howling about sentencing him to death again.”
“Always playing these kinds of cheap tricks, it’s so boring. I rejected every single one of them.”
Yet Yaga Masamichi remained uneasy.
“Those life-fearing old men will most likely pull some underhanded, below-the-belt petty stunts.”
For instance, harassing the students in secret.
Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly, leaning back: “However, I told them straight to their faces over the phone just now.”
“If anyone dares to reach out a hand
I’ll lift Yuuki’s seal and send him straight to their house.
Let them experience what it’s like to be swallowed by a curse tide!”
As soon as those words came out, over on the other end of the line, the group of old oranges who had previously been noisier than a flock of ducks instantly fell dead-silent.
Recalling that scene, Gojo Satoru almost laughed out loud.
Yaga Masamichi: “That’s certainly one way to do it… Earlier I thought you sent him to the Gojo family to borrow their influence to grant him protection.”
Gojo Satoru rested one hand behind the back of his head, lounging lazily against the sofa.
“Heh heh, I sent him to the Gojo family because I actually have serious business to attend to.”
Yaga Masamichi: “You mean?”
Gojo Satoru: “Yuuki has a talent for cursed talismans, so naturally he needs to be cultivated.”
“Yet contemporary times lack relevant sorcerers; with no seniors to guide him, this path will be very difficult.”
“However, the Gojo family happens to possess some relevant materials, which should be able to provide some assistance.”
[Wuhu, so that’s how it is!]
[I thought too simply before, assuming Satoru wanted to protect Yuuki’s safety from the Headquarters’ dark hands. Turns out there was this layer of meaning as well]
[Giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him how to fish, that’s the logic, right?]
[It’s killing two birds with one stone, too]
[Teacher Satoru is genuinely dependable!]
“Right, I’ve already had people look into Ieiri Yuuki’s background.”
Gojo Satoru nodded.
“And that Curse?”
Didn’t they say he was an entity from the same era as Ryomen Sukuna?
“As for that Special Grade Curse, there aren’t many records left behind,” Yaga Masamichi said in a low voice, “but his level of threat is too high, that much is beyond doubt.”
“Ha.”
The white-haired youth chuckled softly: “That truly is a vicious hound.”
“Yet haven’t you noticed? Aside from Yuuki, he hasn’t cared about anyone else at all.”
That was indeed the case.
“Superficially, on one side you have a shikigami master with such meager cursed energy that he is unable to suppress his shikigami.”
“On the other side, you have a Special Grade Curse standing ready at any moment to devour its master…”
The white-haired teacher asked with amused interest:
“Who is actually holding the upper hand?”