"Geto, did you sense that?"
A light, somewhat effeminate voice with a hint of mockery echoed in Suguru Geto's earpiece.
"The Curtain has been destroyed."
The voice seemed to carry a touch of schadenfreude.
"I know."
Suguru Geto, his face grim, walked quickly down the corridor, his footsteps hurried.
For the first time, he felt a flaw in his plan, yet he was absurdly helpless to fix it.
"Impossible, I arranged every person, every step of every event perfectly."
"Where did it go wrong to lead to this result?"
The destruction of the Curtain meant that the thousands of hostages he held could be rescued by the Jujutsu Sorcerer, which completely disrupted all his arrangements.
"Then I'll go investigate who did it."
The voice on the other end of the phone suggested to Suguru Geto.
"No, Mahito, you'll stay with us."
If it were the old Suguru Geto, he would have certainly let Mahito go find out on his own.
Who exactly had messed up his perfect plan like this?
But now, his ominous premonition grew stronger.
"Let Dagon go."
Suguru Geto pondered for a moment. He decided to send the Special Grade Cursed Spirit on their side with powerful stealth and reconnaissance abilities to investigate.
"Let Dagon?"
Mahito chuckled slightly, remembering their somewhat shy compatriot who always stayed in the sea.
Normally, when they played beach volleyball in Dagon's domain, he would always be lurking alone in the water from afar, like a little social recluse, completely avoiding interaction with them.
Dagon had no offensive power at all; sending him would be pure suicide.
"How about I go instead?"
Although Dagon was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, his strength was not as powerful as imagined.
"What if that little octopus dies?"
Unlike Mahito, who had many ways to escape and wasn't afraid of things going wrong, Dagon had no outstanding escape abilities. Once discovered, it would be a dead end.
"No, let Dagon go."
Suguru Geto shook his head and said to him.
"Mahito, you have to have faith in him."
Dagon, after all, was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Formed from humanity's fear of the ocean, how weak could such a Cursed Spirit be? It was only because he hadn't existed for long and lacked deep foundations that he wasn't stronger.
Otherwise, Suguru Geto wouldn't have let that Cursed Spirit go, because he possessed Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Remember, no matter how weak, that was relative to them. Against Jujutsu Sorcerer who couldn't deploy a Domain Expansion, he was still overwhelmingly powerful, even capable of fighting multiple opponents, taking on five or six without a problem.
"Come and meet me immediately. Don't wander around outside."
Suguru Geto instructed Mahito on the phone, telling him to come back quickly.
"The top priority now is to seal Gojo Satoru; everything else can be put aside."
"As long as Gojo Satoru is sealed, the other Jujutsu Sorcerer in the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association are nothing to fear with our strength."
Suguru Geto could only suppress the anger in his heart, preventing his mind from thinking about anything other than sealing Gojo Satoru.
"Damn it, once I'm done with this, I'll make that bastard who ruined my plan truly taste my wrath."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Kenmyo was severely punishing his rebellious subordinate.
"Daring to lay hands on me, you truly have a death wish."
"A mere grunt, daring to rebel against your superior."
"Nonsense."
Kenmyo was getting a bit tired from hitting him.
Fushiguro Toji's eyes, at some point, became moist, and a tear slid down his face at an incredibly fast speed.
It must have been from the original host of this body.
But if Fushiguro Toji could speak, he would surely be filled with grievances.
Aside from the very first strike when he was manipulated and controlled, did Fushiguro Toji ever hit Kenmyo even once?
He was purely taking a one-sided beating, even worse than a slave owner beating his slave.
Perhaps a slave owner would be more merciful than Kenmyo.
"That's enough."
Fushiguro Megumi, one of the background figures there, finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at Kenmyo.
"Even if that uncle has a huge grudge against you, you don't need to keep beating him after he's already unconscious."
He looked about the same age as Fushiguro Megumi, yet his methods were extremely cruel.
Of course, Fushiguro Megumi didn't know why he spoke up to stop him.
Perhaps the main reason was some inexplicable impulse within him; he just felt uncomfortable watching that uncle being wantonly beaten by someone else.
"Naive compassion."
Kenmyo looked at the spiky-haired boy in the Tokyo Jujutsu High uniform below and shook his head.
If Kenmyo hadn't firmly restrained Fushiguro Toji, this'super trump card' of the enemy, and held him in his hands...
Tomorrow morning, who knew how many Jujutsu Sorcerer would still be alive to see the sun rise.
"Don't have unnecessary sympathy. Otherwise, you'll suffer greatly in Jujutsu Sorcerer battles."
"Abandon unnecessary justice. You can gain a more unconstrained life."
Kenmyo looked down at Fushiguro Megumi and said coldly.
"Have you ever considered a question?"
"If I weren't suppressing him, this guy could kill at least 98% of the Jujutsu Sorcerer who came here tonight."
"But you don't understand anything."
Kenmyo looked at the guy below and suddenly remembered Suguru Geto, who was also bursting with a sense of justice, always talking about some great cause in his heart and what needed to be done.
But that was the most meaningless way to live, to live for others, to die for others.
Does life have no meaning if one doesn't die surrounded by crowds?
"You're meaningless."
Fushiguro Megumi didn't quite understand what he was trying to express.
According to him...
The uncle suppressed by that younger brother, who was even smaller than him, was a murderous demon king.
If he hadn't suppressed that person, he might have already slaughtered all the Jujutsu Sorcerer present.
How could such an absurd thing be possible?
They had three Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers on their side.
Fushiguro Megumi didn't believe the enemy's sweet talk at all.
However, he never considered whether the strength of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer might not rank high in this world at all.
Just as Fushiguro Megumi was about to say something more to refute him...
Suddenly, he couldn't speak.
Kenmyo had released the spiritual energy chains that had been binding Fushiguro Toji's entire body, preventing him from moving and restricting his actions.
Although Fushiguro Toji had no Cursed Energy reaction, he would still be suppressed by spiritual energy, as Heavenly Restriction was also a part of the Jujutsu World.
That's why Fushiguro Toji had been like a dummy, allowing Kenmyo to manipulate and beat him.
Now, Kenmyo had changed his mind.
Instead of Kenmyo trying to persuade them with a lengthy speech, it was better to let them see this guy's true strength.
Shock therapy is always the most effective.
"What's wrong with that guy?"
Fushiguro Megumi clearly saw that the man was severely injured, yet just looking at his standing figure made him involuntarily step back several paces.
Zen'in Naobito, the head of the Zenin Family, also widened his eyes and slightly parted his mouth as he looked at the face that overlapped with his memories.
"Toji?"
It was still somewhat unbelievable that a dead spirit had appeared before him.
A drop of cold sweat ran down Fushiguro Megumi's forehead; his nerves were completely taut at this moment.
"He has no Cursed Energy."
"Like Maki-nee, no, even more thoroughly, completely zero Cursed Energy."
But that guy just stood there, exuding an incredibly strong sense of pressure.
"And this killing intent."
"How many people must he have killed to possess this aura that makes his skin crawl and sends shivers down his spine just by being glanced at?"
"He has more presence than Sukuna."
Fushiguro Megumi had experienced Ryomen Sukuna, so it was relatively easy for him to compare the two.
Sukuna also needed to release Cursed Energy and killing intent to make those who looked directly at him feel fear.
But this man with a scar at the corner of his mouth, merely standing there, gave off the immediate impression of a murderous tyrant.
"This person is incredibly strong."
"So, he really wasn't lying."
Kenmyo stood to the side, arms crossed, watching Fushiguro Megumi, who was almost startled and dripping with cold sweat, and revealed a pleased expression.
"What's wrong? Are your legs too weak to stand?"
Kenmyo mocked him mercilessly.
"You kid should go back and study for two more years. Why go to Jujutsu High? You'd be better off studying hard and getting a bachelor's degree."
Fushiguro Megumi bit his lower lip, but he was powerless to retort.
But suddenly, Fushiguro Megumi's pupils constricted, because the uncle he regarded as terrifying as a lion or tiger had disappeared right before his eyes.
"Damn it, where did he go?"
When Fushiguro Megumi heard Maki Zen'in's cry of surprise, he immediately understood the guy's whereabouts.
He had attacked Maki-nee.
"Maki-nee."
"What's wrong with this guy?"
Maki Zen'in gritted her teeth.
"His strength is unimaginable."
The Special Grade Cursed Tool Playful Cloud in her hand, the opponent wanted to snatch it, but she couldn't resist at all and had the Cursed Tool taken away.
As a Cursed Tool user, even the Cursed Tool in her hand could be snatched away.
It was undoubtedly a humiliation.
At the same time, the other three also felt their pressure double, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Just now, facing them bare-handed, he already possessed such terrifying suppressive power. Now that he had a Special Grade Cursed Tool in his hand...
That was undoubtedly like adding wings to a tiger.
However, what was surprising was that after the uncle obtained the Special Grade Cursed Tool, he didn't use it to attack them as imagined.
Instead, he raised the Cursed Tool and pointed it at the young man from earlier. Although silent, the terrifying killing intent that made the other four feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar already explained everything.
That guy didn't even care about them.
At this moment, only he was worthy of being his opponent.
Fushiguro Toji's killing intent would always point towards the strong.
"Who gave you the courage?"
Kenmyo also recognized the Cursed Tool; it was Fushiguro Toji's Playful Cloud.
"The confidence that an extra weapon will allow you to defeat me."
Kenmyo appeared in front of Fushiguro Toji almost instantly, and just as easily as he had taken the Cursed Tool from Maki Zen'in's hand earlier...
To the bewildered eyes of Fushiguro Megumi and the others, Kenmyo effortlessly snatched the Playful Cloud, which hadn't even warmed up in Fushiguro Toji's hand, away from him.