The fall of the Zenin estate was not complete.
The elders had one final weapon.
Hidden from politics.
Hidden from humiliation.
Raised only for execution.
The Zenin Elite Suppression Squad.
Five of the clan's strongest remaining sorcerers stood in formation beneath the shattered gates of the estate.
Each carried high-grade cursed tools.
Each specialized in coordinated combat.
Each trained specifically for one purpose—
Kill Toji Fushiguro.
The Formation
Toji stepped into the courtyard calmly.
Broken stone.
Burned wood.
Ash floating in the air.
"You're late," he said casually.
The squad leader stepped forward.
"You were born Zenin. You will die Zenin."
Toji's eyes were empty.
"I was never Zenin."
The barrier activated instantly.
A layered sealing technique surrounded the courtyard.
No escape.
Coordinated Execution
The first sorcerer attacked from long range, launching cursed spears that tracked movement.
Two close-combat fighters rushed simultaneously from blind angles.
A third activated a reinforcement technique, increasing physical speed beyond normal limits.
The fifth remained still—
Preparing a finishing strike.
Toji moved.
Not fast.
Precise.
He stepped between two cursed spears without looking at them.
Grabbed one attacker mid-strike—
Twisted.
Bone snapped.
Before the body hit the ground, he threw it into another squad member.
Formation broken.
But they were trained.
The long-range sorcerer adjusted trajectory instantly.
Cursed chains shot toward Toji's legs.
For a split second—
Toji allowed himself to be caught.
The hidden fifth member smiled.
"Now!"
A massive cursed blade dropped from above with crushing force.
Smoke exploded across the courtyard.
Silence followed.
The squad leader smirked.
"It's over."
Then—
Something moved inside the smoke.
Toji stepped out slowly.
Chains broken.
Shoulder bleeding slightly.
But standing.
"You rely too much on cursed energy," he said calmly.
Collapse
He vanished.
The long-range user fell first.
A blade pierced through his chest before he could chant.
The reinforcement specialist tried countering—
Too slow.
A punch shattered his ribs inward.
The remaining two attacked together, combining techniques for guaranteed impact.
Toji grabbed one sword arm—
Cut through it—
Then used the falling body as a shield against the other's strike.
Blood sprayed across the courtyard.
Within seconds—
Only the squad leader remained.
Breathing heavily.
Shaking.
"You're not human…" he whispered.
Toji walked toward him slowly.
"No," he replied.
"I'm what you tried to erase."
One final slash.
The Zenin Elite Squad was gone.
The barrier collapsed.
Wind carried ash through the ruined estate.
Toji stood alone once more.
Another pillar of jujutsu society had fallen.
And somewhere far away—
A pair of ancient eyes watched with amusement.
The board was clearing.
Exactly as planned.