On a road halfway up the mountain, a black car was driving forward.
There were two figures inside the car.
The one driving was a somewhat haggard-looking middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Sitting in the back seat was a tall man with white hair, both of his eyes covered by a blindfold, sitting with his legs crossed and playing on his phone.
Just then, the white-haired man seemed to sense something.
He turned off his phone and said to the driver in front, “Ijichi, I have some business to attend to.
You can drive back to Jujutsu High first.” The haggard middle-aged man known as Ijichi Kiyotaka did not turn his head, remaining focused on driving the vehicle.
“Very well, Gojo-san.
Do you need me to pull the vehicle over to the side?” Satoru waved his hand, a barely perceptible arc curling at the corners of his mouth.
“No need.
I’ll just teleport out.
After all, it seems I have friends who have come from afar to greet me.
I naturally must appear to welcome them.” Immediately after, the figure of Satoru in the rearview mirror suddenly vanished.
Ijichi Kiyotaka glanced at the empty back seat and continued driving, clearly accustomed to it.
Whoosh!
Satoru’s figure appeared abruptly in the valley.
He looked around and finding no movement, he said, “Huh?
I’ve come from afar to visit you, and this is how you greet a guest?
No manners at all.” The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and countless branches extended from within, tightly wrapping around his body.
But no matter how hard these branches tried to constrict, they could not touch Satoru’s body, as if an invisible barrier separated them.
Satoru completely ignored the branches that were constantly tightening around him.
He looked down toward the location from where the attack originated, and raised an eyebrow.
“Such intense Cursed Energy.
So it’s a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
The strength is not bad, but the power is a bit lacking—perfect for a massage.” No sooner had he finished speaking than the ground for dozens of meters around cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading out, and countless branches extended from within.
The countless flowers blooming on these branches shattered at that moment, the pink petals transforming into sharp blades and striking toward Satoru at extreme speed.
Watching the overwhelming number of sharp flowers, Satoru felt somewhat bored.
“Your attack looks quite pretty, but it’s just too weak—so weak that I can’t muster the slightest bit of interest.” He removed the blindfold from his face, revealing his Six Eyes, which were as brilliant as nebulae.
His Cursed Energy began to flow continuously, and a pale blue vortex condensed in his right hand.
Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!
The sky full of petals, upon touching the pale blue vortex, were like encountering a meat grinder, turning into countless dust particles.
With a thought, he controlled the blue vortex to rush toward the ground.
The soil beneath his feet instantly turned into debris, and a huge crater began to spread.
As Satoru’s attack delved deeper, a two-meter-tall, muscular humanoid creature was forced to jump out from the ground, its eye sockets occupied by two protruding branches staring fixedly in Satoru’s direction.
Seeing the opponent’s cautious demeanor, Satoru withdrew “Blue” and said with an amused smile, “Finally willing to come out?
Can you talk?
Say a few words to me?” Hanami remained in a fighting stance.
Although its mouth did not move at all, it still emitted a voice.
“Gojo Satoru, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in the modern era.
I’ve long heard of your name.
I’ve come today to test your strength.” Satoru rubbed his head and smiled a bit bashfully.
Then he pointed his thumb at himself, and revealed two rows of white teeth.
“Not only the strongest, but also the most handsome.
Remember that.” Hanami: “…” It had never expected that this strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer would be such a goofy and narcissistic guy.
No longer trading banter with Satoru, Hanami suddenly pressed its palms together, and the Cursed Energy within its body began to be consumed rapidly.
At the same time, Satoru felt the ground beneath his feet begin to squirm constantly.
The next moment, countless sharp wooden spikes pierced out from within.
However, these wooden spikes were unable to touch him in the slightest.
He danced gracefully amidst the countless piercing wooden spikes.
Although the dance moves looked funny and awkward, Satoru, relying on the precise insight of his Six Eyes, easily avoided all the attacks.
Seeing Satoru dodge all the attacks so easily, Hanami’s hands paused for a split second, then it clapped its hands together, intending to launch another attack.
Just then, Satoru suddenly raised both hands in a gesture of surrender and shouted while waving, “Let’s pause the fight!
I’m going to go bring someone over first!
We need an audience for our battle, right?” His figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind a bewildered Hanami.
Meanwhile, in a dim basement.
A young man with pink hair was watching a movie intently in the basement, holding a doll wearing boxing gloves in his arms.
Satoru appeared abruptly in front of Yuji, startling him while he was watching the movie, and the Cursed Energy in his hands loosened slightly.
Detecting the interruption in Cursed Energy, the doll sprang into action, delivering a punch into his face, sending him flying and crashing against the wall.
“Hiss…
That hurts!
Gojo-sensei, why are you back?” Yuji pried himself out of the wall, holding his aching head while asking.
Satoru smiled mysteriously and reached out to grab Yuji’s collar.
“I’m taking you to see a relatively powerful battle in the Jujutsu World.
It’ll help broaden your horizons, and by the way, let you witness your sensei’s heroic bearing.” Yuji was still stunned.
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived hundreds of meters up in the sky.
Gusts of biting cold wind scraped against his face.
Looking at the trees below that had shrunk into tiny black dots, he was caught off guard and immediately screamed in terror, “Ahhhhhh!
Why are we flying so high all of a sudden!” At the valley.
Hanami stood alone on the grass, feeling somewhat at a loss.
It had come to intercept Satoru, but now, in the blink of an eye, he had vanished, leaving it looking like a complete idiot standing there.
It lifted its head, shifting its gaze toward the mountain not far away.
Atop the peak of the mountain, a man wearing wide-sleeved robes stood silently, his long hair fluttering in the wind.
His narrow eyes watched the scene in the valley from afar, and he touched the stitches on his forehead.
“Satoru, let me test your worth.
As the Six Eyes wielder of this era, do not disappoint me too much.” Kenjaku felt a faint trace of melancholy in his heart as the cold wind blew into his wide sleeves, causing them to flap loudly.
If the Special Grade Cursed Spirit that came to intercept Satoru tonight had been Jogo instead of Hanami, it would have been possible to probe more of Satoru’s strength.
After all, Hanami was better at defense rather than offense.
Unfortunately, who knows what kind of bug had gotten into Jogo?
He said in the morning that he could easily handle Satoru, but by the afternoon, he flat out refused to do it, saying he wouldn’t come no matter what.
Kenjaku was still brooding over Jogo’s various unusual behaviors today.
As an old thing that had lived for a thousand years, he was sensitive to such changes in attitude and personality.
Jogo’s behavior was too abnormal.
It seems I need to find more opportunities to probe.
I cannot let these stupid Cursed Spirits interfere with my grand plan.
Regarding the so-called Disaster Cursed, Kenjaku had always maintained a dismissive attitude.
He had always looked down on Cursed Spirits.
With the Cursed Technique of this body, Cursed Spirits were nothing more than unpalatable food.
They were just four Special Grade Cursed Spirits condensed from negative emotions.
To actually call themselves the Disaster Curses?
What a joke.
Kenjaku was very confident in his strength.
If he truly wanted to suppress them, it would only require a bit more effort.
But now was not the time to turn against them.
The upcoming Shibuya Incident still required their help, and besides, his ultimate goal was Mahito.
Mahito’s Cursed Technique, Idle Transfiguration, was still too weak.
He needed to go through a series of beatings to constantly evolve and become stronger.
“Hmm?
There is movement over there.” Kenjaku saw new movement in the valley from the corner of his eye and focused intently on the scene below.