Kento Nanami checked his phone.
His eyes were hidden behind his signature goggles, obscuring his expression.
Eyes in the room darted toward him.
But moments later, several other people in the hall began receiving notifications one by one.
The sender was Satoru Gojo.
Utahime Iori scowled at her screen in absolute disgust.
[Yo, Utahime! You guys are all at the Kyoto campus right now, right? Do me a favor and set up a conference room for me. I’ve got something to discuss with everyone. I already texted the people I need to attend. Oh, and you have to come too~ Bring the Kyoto students~]
A vein bulged on Utahime’s forehead.
He caused an incident of this magnitude, and he didn’t offer a single word of apology or explanation!
Instead, his first instinct was to order her around!
‘That bastard, Satoru Gojo!!!’
Utahime abruptly stood up.
The students around her immediately looked over.
“Utahime-sensei, is something wrong?” Mai Zen’in asked.
“Let’s go,” Utahime gritted her teeth.
“Some bastard said we’re having a meeting!”
The Kyoto students exchanged bewildered glances.
But Utahime was already storming out of the room, fuming.
Having no other choice, they quickly followed her out of the lecture hall.
“Good grief, what the hell is that idiot planning now?!” Maki groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration.
Panda, on the other hand, looked relieved.
“Thank goodness. Looks like we don’t have to fight Gojo-sensei after all.”
“Bonito flakes,” Toge Inumaki agreed.
Throughout the lecture hall, those who had received Gojo’s message began to leave in droves.
A small portion of the Grade 1 and Grade 2 sorcerers filed out—specifically, the most capable ones among them.
The students and faculty from both campuses also departed.
Naobito Zen’in, the head of the Zen’in Clan, laughed boisterously, taking a swig from his gourd as he walked out, leaving the rest of the Zen’in members looking utterly confused.
The head of the Kamo Clan gave his subordinates a few brief instructions before steadily making his exit.
And the head of the Gojo Clan…
well, that was Satoru Gojo himself.
Masamichi Yaga stared at the text message through his sunglasses.
[Principal, come to the meeting! Remember to drag Principal Gakuganji along, since old people don’t really check their phones (lol)]
Yaga wordlessly handed his phone to Gakuganji.
“Sigh…” Gakuganji sighed.
“Let’s go.”
The sorcerers left behind in the lecture hall fell into awkward silence.
‘Wait a minute?!
Weren’t we all on standby here just in case we had to fight Satoru Gojo?!’
‘He sends one text message, and all our leaders just get up and leave?!’
Inside another conference room.
Everyone who had just left the lecture hall was now gathered here.
Fifteen minutes after Gojo sent the messages, the heavy double doors swung open.
“Yo~ everyone! Long time no see~”
That signature frivolous, carefree tone preceded him into the room.
Three people trailed closely behind him.
“Yuta?! Weren’t you in Africa?!” Maki sat up bolt straight.
“And Hakari and Kirara too?” Panda rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Yuta Okkotsu scratched the back of his head, looking just as bewildered as the rest of them.
“Gojo-sensei said there was a meeting, so he just brought me back…”
“Kin-chan and I were dragged here by Gojo-chan too,” Kirara chimed in, raising a hand cutely.
“I actually had a match scheduled for today, but… whatever, it doesn’t matter,” Kinji Hakari said, finding an empty seat and pulling Kirara down next to him.
“Those geezers at the top got wiped out, and now you’ve pulled off a stunt this big. Just spit it out already. My ‘fever’ is burning hot right now!”
Gojo walked to the head of the table.
He didn’t sit down.
That familiar, carefree smirk was plastered across his face.
He slowly scanned the room, making eye contact with everyone present.
Then, Gojo smiled and said, “So, does everyone want to team up and save the world?”
“COME ON, EMPEROR ITADORI! YOU CAN DO IT!” Kaito cheered enthusiastically.
Yuji sat cross-legged on his bed, imitating a meditation pose he’d seen in anime.
He was currently trying to control his cursed energy, following the instructions Kaito and Megumi had just given him.
Megumi was slumped in a chair, looking utterly exhausted.
He was clutching his phone, constantly spamming periods to Gojo’s account just to keep the line active.
Ever since Kaito had confessed what happened last night, Megumi had been frozen in this posture for quite some time.
One Satoru Gojo was already enough of a headache.
Now there was a second troublemaker who actively made things worse?
On his very first night here, he took Gojo on a drunken rampage and literally massacred the Jujutsu higher-ups?
Did the Jujutsu world…
even have a future anymore?
“Oh, oh! I feel it! I think I feel it!” Yuji opened his eyes, brimming with pleasant surprise.
He extended his right hand.
Taking a deep breath, he clumsily attempted to channel the energy.
A moment later, a faint, shaky cursed energy began to leak from his body.
Kaito’s eye lit up like the U.S.
military had just discovered oil.
“Quick, quick! Let me get a hit of that! Keep your distance, but let me absorb it!”
Kaito eagerly extended the tip of a tentacle.
Yuji carefully extended his index finger.
Their pose perfectly mirrored the classic fresco—The Creation of Adam.
They reached out, closing the gap until their fingertips hovered just a hair’s breadth apart.
Kaito began siphoning the cursed energy.
The energy, flickering like a candle in the wind, grew even more unstable.
“Steady, Itadori! You’ve got this!” Kaito encouraged.
“I’m… trying… hnnnngh—” Yuji grunted, his entire face scrunching up with the effort.
He looked extremely constipated, his face flushing red.
But the results were undeniable.
Kaito’s eye gleamed.
“We’ve already surpassed the amount needed to create the Lower Half of Gojo! But it’s still not enough!”
Megumi’s attention was drawn to the commotion.
Despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t help but be a little curious.
What exactly would Yuji Itadori’s most fraudulent state look like?
Yuji managed to push past the initial ‘constipation phase.’ He was slowly getting the hang of controlling his cursed energy output.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Kaito called it off.
Yuji sighed and slumped a little.
Kaito did some quick mental math.
The cursed energy required to create the [Fraud Yuji Shikigami] was at least three times the amount needed for the Lower Half of Gojo.
It seemed that physical completeness wasn’t the only metric—the target’s raw physical strength also factored into the cost.
Now came the subjugation ritual.
Kaito glanced at Yuji and Megumi.
“You guys stay right here. I’m going to go complete the subjugation ritual, and then I’ll be right back.”
“Of course, if I start getting my ass kicked and yell for help, you better come running.”
To guarantee the success of the ritual in his current state, he naturally had to rely on the World-Cutting Slash.
However, he could not use that move in front of Yuji.
Because if he did, Sukuna would see it.
Everyone joked that Sukuna had used a ‘Binding Vow loan’ to pull off the World-Cutting Slash during the Shinjuku Showdown.
That was a bit of an oversimplification.
In reality, Sukuna had used a Binding Vow to bypass the activation requirements for the first World-Cutting Slash.
The actual origin of the technique was Sukuna observing Mahoraga’s second adaptation to the Limitless and independently learning how to expand the target of his own technique.
Aside from that, Sukuna had only watched Kenjaku turn his fingers into cursed objects once, and he immediately learned how to create cursed objects himself.
During the Shinjuku Showdown, he also learned how to heal a burnt-out cursed technique right on the spot just by watching Gojo do it.
His ability to learn and adapt was simply ridiculous.
Therefore, Kaito was absolutely not going to demonstrate the World-Cutting Slash in front of Sukuna.
“Lower Half of Gojo, come out.”
The severed lower half materialized out of thin air.
Kaito squirmed onto Lower Half of Gojo’s waist.
The semicircular groove was already carved out—Kaito nestled halfway into it and piloted the Gojo mecha right out of the dorm room.
Megumi stared after him with an indescribable expression.
Remembering that he had also willingly given Kaito his cursed energy, he suddenly felt deep regret.
‘Once he tames my fraudulent state…
is he going to start piloting a [Megumi Mecha]?!’
Kaito didn’t go very far.
The moment he stepped out of the dormitory building, he got into position in the open courtyard.
Just like before, two tentacles formed the hand signs, while a third dictated the direction.
“[Dragon Scales]… [Recoil]…”
Just as the incantation was nearing its end, he willed the technique to activate.
He summoned and initiated the subjugation ritual for the [Fraud Yuji Shikigami]!
A pink-haired figure wearing a familiar hoodie materialized instantly in front of him!
In that exact same millisecond, Kaito finished the final line of the chant.
“[Twin Meteors!]”