“You haven’t answered my question yet.”
Facing a desperate situation, Kento Nanami remained calm.
He could sacrifice himself on this mission, but Ryuichi could not.
Not because Ryuichi possessed an overpowered, evolving Cursed Technique.
But because he was a new student, the hope for the future of the Jujutsu World.
Nothing more.
The Jujutsu World was rotten to the core.
The Higher-Ups only cared about their own rule, and most of The Big Three Families were obsessed with their own little corners, only symbolically exorcising Cursed Spirits and maintaining order.
Satoru Gojo was right; the Jujutsu World needed a profound and thorough revolution.
Not only did they need to clear out these vermin, but they also needed to cultivate a group of talents capable of standing on their own.
Yuta Okkotsu, Fushiguro, Tokiwa…
Working for Jujutsu High, he had seen these promising new students.
As long as they could grow, his efforts would not have been in vain.
“I would like to make a deal with you two,” the old man, who called himself the “Laughing Specter,” began.
“Are you Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo Jujutsu High or Kyoto Jujutsu High?”
Kento Nanami felt a shock inside: ‘Jujutsu High?
Does this guy even know that kind of information?’
‘If he’s not a Curse User, then this kind of intelligent Cursed Spirit is really bad news…’
After a moment of hesitation, Kento Nanami replied: “Tokyo.”
“Yes,” the old man smiled.
“That is the attitude of cooperation.”
“My demand for you two is also very simple,” the old man continued before Kento Nanami could respond.
“I need you two to transmit some information regarding Jujutsu High to me at fixed times and locations.”
Kento Nanami inwardly cursed.
The worst-case scenario had indeed come to pass.
Either die, or become a traitor to Jujutsu High.
“You speak of a ‘deal,’ so what are your bargaining chips?” Kento Nanami kept his expression unchanged.
“My bargaining chips, you ask…”
The old man smiled again, but the gentle spring breeze was gone, replaced by a winter-like chill.
“It is your lives.”
Without giving them time to react, the old man extended his hand, faint Cursed Energy swirling around it.
“Come, let us form a Binding Vow.”
“I will not kill you. As the price, you must act as my informants at Jujutsu High, and you will be unable to leak any valid information regarding me or the Inunaki Barrier.”
A Binding Vow.
A contract etched onto the soul, which could be formed with oneself or with others.
Kento Nanami had formed a Binding Vow with himself, paying the price of “only being able to use 80% of his strength during work hours” in exchange for “an increase in strength during overtime.”
If one day Kento Nanami used his full strength during work hours, he would not be able to enjoy the strength boost during overtime that day, but he would not suffer any punishment.
However, if one formed a Binding Vow with another person and violated it, they would face an unknown and extremely risky punishment.
This was the exact kind of Binding Vow the Laughing Specter wanted to form with them.
Due to the constraints of the Binding Vow, the two would be unable to leak any secrets in any form.
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Kento Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The old man suddenly stopped smiling: “Then there is nothing to discuss.”
The strange people behind him smiled even more broadly and slowly closed in.
“Tokiwa.”
Kento Nanami turned his head, looked at Ryuichi, and showed a relieved smile.
And Ryuichi knew what he was going to say next.
“Run!”
Crack—
Just as they were about to burst into action, a crisp sound like an eggshell shattering suddenly came from the sky.
The hundred or so strange people around them suddenly stopped smiling and looked up in unison.
“That is…”
“Gojo…”
“Satoru Gojo!!”
The strange people trembled all over, looks of terror appearing on their faces.
They didn’t even look at the two in the car again, each scrambling with hands and feet, scattering and fleeing like locusts.
In the deepest part of the barrier, “Suguru Geto,” wearing a kasaya, looked at the cracks in the sky and instructed the group of Cursed Spirits beside him with a smile:
“He is here.”
“Call Wukai back; it’s time for us to leave, too.”
The one-eyed, volcano-headed Cursed Spirit “Jogo” beside him seemed to have a different opinion:
“Is he really that strong? That man…”
“Yes,” “Suguru Geto” smiled.
“He is on the same level as Ryomen Sukuna.”
“Tch,” Jogo sneered.
“The world exaggerates too much. In my opinion, modern Jujutsu Sorcerers are nothing special.”
“The’strongest of the modern era’ is just an empty title.”
“What you want to do is your business,” “Suguru Geto” said nonchalantly.
“Just don’t fight him today.”
Jogo glanced at his expressionless companions beside him.
“Fine, let’s let him off the hook for now.”
Whoosh—
A violent wind rose, and countless Cursed Spirits from the depths of the barrier turned into swirling waves, flowing into the sleeves of “Suguru Geto.”
The pterosaur Cursed Spirit in the sky also seemed to sense the danger, flapping its wings rapidly, breaking the sound barrier, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Hiss…
The rift in the sky grew larger, and a pinpoint of blue light flickered in and out of existence.
Immediately, a pinpoint of red light followed closely behind.
The red and blue merged together, turning into a dazzling purple.
Hollow Technique: Purple.
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The purple light streaked across the sky like a meteor, plummeting toward the Inunaki Tunnel.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The gray-black barrier covering a radius of several miles shattered layer by layer like an eggshell, and the suffocating atmosphere all around was swept away.
Watching the purple light grow larger before his eyes, Kento Nanami finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the seat.
Only then did he realize that his back had long been soaked with cold sweat.
Kento Nanami closed his eyes and took off his specially made glasses.
“Tokiwa… we’ve been saved,” Kento Nanami said in a hoarse voice.
Without Kento Nanami needing to say more, Ryuichi was naturally deeply impressed by this iconic technique.
‘I missed you, Sensei!’ Ryuichi’s eyes welled up with tears.
Looking at the purple ball of light about to land on the Inunaki Tunnel, he also felt a bit of the joy of surviving a disaster.
Although Ryuichi still had trump cards unknown to Kento Nanami, the predicament just now had been dangerous enough.
Special Grade, highly intelligent, and there were even two of them.
This was the closest Ryuichi had ever come to death since entering the Jujutsu World.
For the first time, he had a real sense of what Jujutsu Sorcerers experienced and carried.
Amidst their complex gazes, the purple ball of light exploded with a roar!
BOOM!!!
In just an instant, the Inunaki Tunnel was completely destroyed.
Countless Cursed Spirits surged out from it, only to be torn to shreds by the oncoming turbulence of energy.
Wind pressure and air currents swept through, nearly uprooting the trees nearby, and even causing the stationary car to slide slightly backward.
The light was blinding, and Ryuichi could only close his eyes.
‘Between Special Grades, there are indeed levels…’ Ryuichi sighed.
Whether it was the bottom-tier Special Grade Cursed Spirit that could only fight Kento Nanami to a draw, or the second-strongest modern Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, Yuta Okkotsu,
Perhaps, none of them could even see Satoru Gojo’s back.
This is the strongest of the modern era.
A figure slowly descended from the sky, landing in front of the black car like a dragonfly skimming the water.
“Yo, Nanami Kento, Ryuichi, we meet again.”
Satoru Gojo was grinning, his expression beneath his black sunglasses still relaxed.
“I’m the only one who doesn’t want to be seen like this by you…”
Kento Nanami reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“What’s there to be shy about, Nanami Kento~~”
Satoru Gojo stepped forward, rested his arms on the car window, and said to Kento Nanami in a sickening tone.
“We have the closest relationship as fellow disciples, mwah~~”
“Heh…”
Kento Nanami sighed, looking at the sky with dead eyes.
‘If that’s the case, why not just leave everything to Satoru Gojo?!’
The angry words from over a decade ago flashed before his eyes.
Of the former group of four boys, only one strongest monster remained, along with one mediocre person.