Gojo Satoru lazily rested an arm across Ragnar Kagenou’s shoulder.
“Ragnar, have you ever thought about joining Jujutsu High?” Ragnar played dumb without the slightest hesitation.
“What kind of place is that?” “A school where Jujutsu Sorcerers gather,” Gojo said lightly.
“A place full of people like us.” Ragnar seemed mildly interested.
“I see.
Then are all the Jujutsu Sorcerers there as strong as you?” Gojo paused for half a second.
Then, with absolute confidence, he answered: “I…
am the strongest.” As he said it, he took off his sunglasses, revealing those striking blue eyes beneath.
“Alright, you two,” Geto Suguru said with a faint sigh, “this is a school.
Try to show a little restraint.” “Fair enough.” Gojo scratched the back of his head and instantly slipped back into his usual unserious mood.
“By the way, there’s a reason you’re staying by Amanai Riko’s side, right?” Geto had also overheard Gojo’s phone call earlier.
Since Ragnar would likely be counted among Jujutsu Sorcerers from this point on, Geto decided there was no reason to keep things vague.
“That’s right,” he said calmly.
“Even if you are Riko Amanai’s friend, this mission concerns the entire Jujutsu world…
and human society as a whole.” He paused for a moment, then spoke clearly.
“There is one thing I should say first.
Riko Amanai must die.” Silence followed.
Geto quietly watched Ragnar’s expression.
Ragnar showed almost no reaction at all.
Geto narrowed his eyes slightly.
“It seems you’re the type who understands the bigger picture.” Since Ragnar did not respond emotionally, Geto continued.
“Riko Amanai is what Jujutsu Sorcerers call the Star Plasma Vessel.” “The Star Plasma Vessel exists for the sake of the Jujutsu world’s continued stability.
Every five hundred years, one appears to merge with Tengen-sama, who possesses the Cursed Technique of immortality.” Ragnar remained quiet as he listened.
Geto went on in a low, even voice.
“Even if it is unfair to her, it is still necessary for the sake of the Jujutsu world.” Ragnar was silent for a moment.
Then he said, “I see…
To offer yourself up for the greater good.
That is a noble thing.” After saying that, he walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down toward Riko Amanai’s classroom below.
Hearing those words, Gojo Satoru seemed like he wanted to say something.
In the end, he held it back.
He only looked at Ragnar for a long moment, then muttered in a voice so quiet it was almost swallowed by the wind.
“…Liar.” Geto did not dwell on it.
“Let her spend her final days however she wants,” he said.
“Our mission is only to protect her.” As long as they kept watch, that was enough.
With nothing else to do, Gojo casually turned to Geto.
“Suguru, where are your Cursed Spirits?” Geto replied, “They’re spread throughout the entire school.” Then, in the next instant, his expression changed.
Several of his Cursed Spirits had suddenly lost contact.
“Satoru.
Ragnar.
Get to Riko.
Now.” Gojo’s tone sharpened slightly.
“Hm?” Ragnar’s eyes narrowed.
“So they’ve come.” Geto gave a short nod.
“Just like you said.
The enemy’s after her.” Meanwhile, the Curse Users who had just exorcised two of Geto Suguru’s Cursed Spirits had already entered the school grounds.
One of them was carrying a fast-food bag.
The other looked like an old man.
“Thirty million yen to kill an ordinary middle school girl,” one of them said with a grin.
“That’s a pretty good job.” Elsewhere, Fushiguro Toji was eating ramen in a small shop.
The people from the Time Vessel Association had already contacted him.
The job was simple: kill Amanai Riko.
Thirty million yen had already been paid up front.
Toji was not stupid.
He lifted the phone and said flatly, “Gojo Satoru is there.” The voice on the other end hesitated.
“Even you can’t do it?” Toji took another bite before answering.
“I’ll need more money.” “…Understood.
As long as Amanai Riko dies, money is no object.” The call ended.
Toji casually tossed the phone aside.
At the same time, Geto Suguru moved to deal with one of the intruders.
Gojo Satoru went after the other.
As for Kuroi Misato and Ragnar Kagenou, the two of them headed toward the music room to find Amanai Riko.
Bang!
Ragnar kicked the music room door open without the slightest hesitation.
“Amanai.” In an instant, every teacher and student inside the classroom turned to stare at him.
“W-What?!” Standing beside him, Kuroi Misato could only let out a weary sigh.
Then the entire classroom exploded into commotion.
“Ehhhhhh—?!” Ignoring all of it, Ragnar walked straight over to Amanai Riko.
“It’s time to go.” “Eh?” Without waiting for her answer, Ragnar grabbed Amanai by the wrist and turned to leave with her.
The girls around them immediately erupted.
“Riko!
Is he your boyfriend?!
He’s so handsome!” “Are they running away together?
That’s so romantic…” Even the atmosphere in the room had taken a bizarre turn.
Then the music teacher hurried over and blocked Ragnar’s path.
“Even if you’re a relative, you can’t just take a student away like this—” “Move.” The music teacher froze.
Then, for some reason, her face flushed.
“I-Insult me again…” Ragnar stared at her for a moment.
Then he silently decided that this school was clearly full of dangerous people.
Better to leave immediately.
As they moved out, he said flatly, “Your school is quite interesting.” Amanai Riko looked annoyed.
“Didn’t I tell you people not to just barge in wherever you want—” Ragnar cut her off before she could finish.
“Curse Users have already infiltrated the school.
If you stay here, you and your classmates may all die.” His voice was calm, but there was no trace of humor in it now.
“We’re leaving.
Unless you want to drag your friends into this too.” That shut Amanai Riko up at once.
She had no answer to that.
Meanwhile, Geto Suguru had already killed the Curse User he was dealing with.
Afterward, he headed over to join Gojo Satoru.
By the time he arrived, the hooded man on Gojo’s side had already been cut down as well.
Whether he was actually dead or not was another matter.
“Satoru,” Geto said, “was it really alright to leave Ragnar alone with Riko?” He frowned slightly.
“Riko’s worth thirty million yen right now.
I’m worried he might be tempted by that.” Gojo gave him a sidelong glance.
“Don’t worry, Suguru.
Don’t you trust my eyes?” Geto fell silent for a moment.
Then he exhaled.
“…Fine.
That’s true.
No one reads people better than you.” Gojo took out his phone and called Ragnar.
“Ragnar.” On the other end, Ragnar answered calmly, “What is it?
Amanai is fine.
I’ve already gotten her out of the school.” “Good.
Listen carefully.
Her bounty is currently thirty million yen, and it stays that way until eleven tomorrow morning.” Ragnar’s answer was as casual as ever.
“That’s all?
Then I’ll just kill however many come.” Gojo burst out laughing.
“Did you hear that?
You’re worth thirty million.” Amanai Riko immediately looked disgusted.
“Stop saying it like that.
It sounds terrifying.” “Oh?
So you can feel fear.” While Ragnar was still teasing Amanai, the hooded man who was supposed to have been “killed” by Gojo Satoru appeared once more.
Ragnar looked at him with mild surprise.
“You can make clones?
What are you, a ninja?” The hooded man gave a dry laugh.
“A ninja?
No.
I’m just an ordinary worker.” Then he slowly spread his arms.
“So why don’t we keep this peaceful?
Hand over the girl.
Then you don’t have to die, and I get the bounty.
Everyone wins.” As he spoke, more clones began to appear around him.
He was clearly buying time.
Ragnar stepped in front of Amanai Riko, shielding her behind him.
Then the air around him changed.
“Die…?” Ragnar repeated softly.
His voice had gone cold.
“Cur, how dare a filthy insect address this King in such a tone?” Amanai Riko blinked.
Even the hooded man froze for a second.
“Huh?
What’s with him?
His whole presence changed…” Ragnar’s eyes were now filled with naked contempt.
“Who gave you permission to raise your head and look directly at this King, insect?” At once, twenty golden ripples unfolded behind him.
From within them, Noble Phantasms emerged one after another, each one aimed directly at the hooded man.
The man’s face changed instantly.
“Now then,” Ragnar said, his voice low and merciless, “entertain this King with your pitiful struggle, mongrel.” Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
The Noble Phantasms shot forward like streaks of golden light.
Boom!
“What—?!” The hooded man watched in disbelief as his clones were annihilated in an instant.
“Impossible!
Who the hell are you?!
No one in the Jujutsu world should have power like this!” Under the relentless barrage of Noble Phantasms, he could only scramble desperately to stay alive.
Ragnar looked at him as one might look at a worm writhing in the dirt.
“An insect should act like an insect.
Crawl on the ground…
and wait for death.” More golden weapons tore across the air.
Then…
Pussy!
The hooded man’s body was pierced through on the spot.
In an instant, he was nailed in place by multiple Noble Phantasms, like a grotesque pincushion.
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