The Gojo clan’s Limitless technique and Six Eyes were powerful.
They could even be called the strongest technique among the Three Great Families.
As a price, a sorcerer possessing both the Six Eyes and Limitless would only be born in the Gojo clan once every several hundred years.
That was not far from Makoto Shiroyama’s earlier deductions.
In eras without a Six Eyes and Limitless user, the Gojo clan was the weakest of the Three Great Families.
But once the Six Eyes and Limitless appeared, the Gojo clan’s status would instantly leap above the Zenin and Kamo clans.
“That brat’s head has been worth 100 million yen since he was only a few years old.” Far too many people wanted him dead.
Satoru Gojo’s birth had directly and indirectly affected the interests of many people.
“Including your Zenin clan?” Makoto looked at Naobito Zenin as if trying to see through him.
Naobito did not answer directly.
Instead, he said, “Several hundred years ago, the Gojo clan also produced a sorcerer who possessed both the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique.
That generation’s head of the Gojo family died together with the contemporary head of the Zenin clan, who had awakened the Ten Shadows Technique.” Makoto had his answer.
The Three Great Families, and the Jujutsu world as a whole, were not a solid block of iron.
The fact that two clan heads had fought to mutual destruction was the best proof.
The Zenin clan also feared Satoru Gojo’s potential.
Part of that 100-million-yen bounty belonged to the Zenin clan.
“Of course, that isn’t the point.
The point is that Satoru Gojo has been swaggering through the streets with a head worth 100 million yen since he was a little kid, and he’s still alive and well.” No wonder Toji Fushiguro believed Gojo might become the strongest of the modern era.
He had been hunted constantly from the age of four or five and had not died.
Makoto had already encountered one curse user.
Someone like Jiro Awasaka was at least a Grade 2 curse user.
Yet even people like that had been unable to do anything to a child only a few years old.
In other words, Satoru Gojo’s combat power back then had already reached the level of a Grade 1 sorcerer.
As for now…
“Is he a Special Grade sorcerer?” “No.
Not yet.
At least, not right now.
His sorcerer grade is Grade 1.
As for his actual fighting strength…” “Who knows how strong that brat is now?
In the current Jujutsu world, whether sorcerers or curse users, nobody is willing to provoke him.” In other words, a Grade 1 sorcerer title with Special Grade combat power.
“Still, some strange things have happened in the last few years.” Hmm?
“As I said earlier, Satoru Gojo’s potential is already so great that he could exterminate cursed spirits.
From the moment he awakened his technique, all of society fell into turmoil, and countless cursed spirits were born from humanity’s negative emotions.” “Logically speaking, that situation should have continued for a long time.
Even after the stock market crash passed, other disasters would have occurred, such as tsunamis or earthquakes, to increase the number of cursed spirits.” “But starting three years ago, cursed spirit activity began to decline, and human society returned to normal.
In other words…” “The balance Satoru Gojo broke has been corrected.” When he said that, Naobito Zenin stared hard at Makoto.
It was not because he believed Makoto was the person who had restored balance to the Jujutsu world.
It was because Satoru Gojo was still alive and well, yet the balance of the Jujutsu world had returned.
That meant among cursed spirits, or among curse users, a monster no inferior to Satoru Gojo had been born.
That was far too dangerous for the Jujutsu world.
“So, Makoto, if you ever encounter a being you feel you cannot defeat no matter what, whether cursed spirit or curse user, run immediately.
Do not hesitate.” He warned him seriously.
Because in the current Jujutsu world, he could not think of anyone who could defeat Satoru Gojo.
Not Gojo’s classmate Suguru Geto, not Naobito himself, and not any of the sorcerers at Jujutsu High.
“Hahahaha.
Enough of these troublesome topics.
When drinking, one ought to drink happily.
Come, let’s have another.” …
Three years ago.
By the time Makoto parted from Naobito Zenin, it was already evening.
From Naobito’s mouth, he had learned much more about the Jujutsu world.
What concerned him most was what Naobito had said.
Three years ago, Tokyo’s Jujutsu world had regained balance.
Because three years ago was when Makoto had drifted here.
Could the person who restored balance to the Jujutsu world be him?
“If it is me, then what reason would I have to go to war with Satoru Gojo and the Jujutsu world?” He could not figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Makoto touched the key in his pocket and decided to temporarily stay at the apartment of the woman from last night.
He was no good person.
If “food” was delivered to his mouth, of course he would eat it.
When Chihiro Sakura, the woman preparing to keep Makoto, returned home and saw him there, surprise appeared on her face.
She quickly composed herself, then walked in with a charming smile.
She was not short on money.
This was central Tokyo.
Anyone who could afford to buy a home here was not short on cash.
At the same time, she did not like smooth-talking men older than herself.
Men like that were true vampires, scamming both money and bodies.
One of her foolish friends had been deceived by such a man and had ended up losing everything.
Chihiro herself would never make that kind of mistake.
She only liked younger boys.
After coming into contact with a mature, gentle woman like her, no matter how rebellious they were, they would eventually become obedient.
Especially a wild little boy like Makoto.
Raising him would be more of a challenge.
“Go take a bath first.
I already ran the water for you.
Once you’re done washing, we can ‘eat.'” Makoto had only just finished training when Chihiro Sakura came over at exactly the right moment, holding a towel.
This was the kind of meticulous care young girls did not have.
…
Night.
In a private training ground, Makoto held the Heavenly Imperial Sword and swung it again and again.
This place was a Zenin clan property.
Makoto had bought it, though he had not paid the money yet.
“I’m really jealous of you, kid.
You found yourself a pretty good woman.” “I know I closed the door properly.” Makoto stopped and looked back.
There stood Toji Fushiguro, who had been gambling and missing for several days.
“Ah, this?” Toji habitually tried to scratch his head, only to realize he was still holding the doorknob he had twisted off with too much force.
“Guess this needs replacing.” This idiot.
“Couldn’t you have jumped in through the window?” “Hah?
I thought you were going to tell me to ring the doorbell properly.” “Would you obediently ring the doorbell?” “Probably not.
Anyway, forget that.
I heard you bought something nice from the Zenin clan.” He raised his chin, and the cursed spirit he carried had somehow already coiled around his body.
…
“RoseWhisky”