Gojo cleared his throat twice, interrupting Betty's commentary.
"Ahem."
"Let's not talk about that anymore. We've still got plenty of things to deal with, don't we?"
He deliberately changed the subject before turning toward Seitenshi, who had been standing quietly nearby.
She had watched everything without saying a word, but when she felt Gojo's gaze settle on her, she straightened slightly.
"Now that the people responsible have been dealt with, the next step is to eliminate the rest of their faction."
As he spoke, Gojo waved Kisara over.
She hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. Her expression remained calm, though a trace of lingering grief could still be seen deep in her eyes.
"You still intend to take revenge against the Tendo Family, right?"
Gojo's tone was casual, as though he were asking about something trivial.
"Yes!"
Kisara nodded without hesitation. Her eyes immediately hardened with determination, and her voice carried an unmistakable resolve.
"The two of them weren't the only ones responsible for my parents' deaths. There are plenty of people in the Tendo Family who were involved. They all deserve to die!"
"I understand."
Gojo nodded lightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Conveniently, there are quite a few people in the Tendo Family who need to be dealt with this time. Since that's what you want, I'll leave them to you."
He knew the Tendo Family had to be dealt with completely. Eliminating Kikunojou alone wouldn't guarantee anything. No one could say whether another Kikunojou might emerge in the future and continue causing trouble.
If they were going to solve the problem, they might as well finish it in one stroke and eliminate every potential source of trouble.
And after spending so much time together, Kisara could be considered his friend.
Letting her deal with the Tendo Family would eliminate a major threat while giving his friend the chance to avenge her parents. It was killing two birds with one stone, so there was no reason for him to hesitate.
"Thank you, Gojo!"
Kisara took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement and gratitude welling inside her, then bowed deeply to him. Her waist was bent almost completely parallel to the ground, and she remained that way for quite some time.
For years, everyone had tried to convince her to let go of her hatred. Everyone had tried to stop her from taking revenge.
Gojo was the only one who had never tried to stop her. Not only had he given her the opportunity to take revenge, he'd also cleared the obstacles standing in her way.
She would never forget that kindness.
"It's nothing. It's a small matter."
Gojo waved his hand casually, as though he'd done nothing worth mentioning. His gaze shifted toward Kisara's waist, and his next words carried an obvious implication.
"Though, the way you are right now, I don't think you're in much shape for what's coming."
"Not in much shape?"
Kisara looked confused. She frowned, unable to understand what he meant.
She lowered her gaze and examined herself. Aside from the tear stains on her face and the grief weighing on her heart, she didn't seem to have any obvious problems.
"Your body probably won't be able to keep up."
Gojo pointed lightly toward her waist, his expression suggesting that he already knew what was wrong.
Kisara immediately understood.
The confusion vanished from her face, replaced by a trace of embarrassment and helplessness.
Her kidneys really were a problem. She'd been troubled by the condition for years, but she'd never let anyone see how much it affected her. Even Rentaro knew very little about it because she'd rarely spoken about the matter.
"It's fine. I'll be careful about my kidney condition. It won't interfere with my revenge."
Kisara raised her head, her eyes filled with determination and a stubborn edge. She didn't want her physical condition to interfere with what mattered most.
"It's not that complicated. I only need a moment."
The instant Gojo finished speaking, Kisara's body jolted.
A strange sensation suddenly passed through her, and she instinctively lowered her gaze.
What she saw left her completely stunned.
Her pupils contracted as she stared in disbelief.
Gojo's arm had somehow passed straight into her body without resistance. There was no blood, no pain, not even the slightest discomfort.
The bizarre and horrifying sight left Kisara unable to react. Her mind went completely blank, and even her breathing seemed to stop.
Before she could recover or make a sound, Gojo pulled his arm back out.
A dark-red piece of flesh streaked with blood came out with it.
It was her diseased kidney.
At the same time, a warm force spread through her body and enveloped her waist. Any wound that might have been left behind immediately began regenerating and healing.
Kisara hadn't even managed to say "Ow" before the entire injury had already disappeared. The discomfort in her waist was gone without a trace, as though she'd never suffered from kidney disease in the first place.
"There. Now you don't have to worry about your kidneys anymore. You're completely healthy."
Gojo dusted off his hands, his tone relaxed, as though what he'd just done had been nothing more than a minor chore.
Kisara slowly raised a hand and cautiously touched the place where the injury had been. The sensation beneath her fingertips felt so real that she was almost dazed.
Shock filled her mind, and for a long time, she couldn't calm herself.
She'd seen Gojo use similar miraculous methods to heal other people before, and she'd already witnessed the overwhelming power he possessed. But experiencing this kind of treatment herself was something entirely different.
It was almost impossible to describe.
It felt as though every illness and every kind of pain became insignificant in his presence.
"You've helped me again, Gojo."
Kisara's voice trembled almost imperceptibly. The gratitude in her heart was beyond words.
"We're friends. Don't worry about things like that."
With that, Gojo turned toward Seitenshi and gave her a smile. His tone was relaxed, but there was an unmistakable firmness beneath it.
"Things might get a little chaotic from here, so I assume you're mentally prepared for that."
Seitenshi nodded solemnly, her expression becoming serious.
"Teacher Gojo, I've already made up my mind."
"And, just as you suggested, I've prepared some replacements in advance. They're all reliable and capable people, and I've done my best to choose those without personal agendas."
"They're ready to begin restructuring the Higher-ups at any time."
"Good. That's the kind of resolve I wanted to see."
Gojo nodded in satisfaction.
"In that case, let's start now."
"Eh? Now?!"
Seitenshi's eyes widened in surprise, and her voice instinctively rose.
Gojo had only just dealt with the enormous threat posed by Scorpio, then immediately dealt with Kikunojou and the others who had been throwing the government into chaos. Now he wanted to help her reorganize Tokyo's entire political leadership without even taking a break.
Was he really not going to rest at all?
"Teacher Gojo, why don't you rest for a while? You've already done so much today. You've been fighting and dealing with all these matters one after another. You must be exhausted..."
Seitenshi looked at him with concern, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.
As far as she was concerned, Gojo had already done more than enough. He deserved some time to rest.
"Have you heard the saying, 'The longer the night, the more likely dreams are to go astray'?"
Gojo shrugged, looking completely relaxed. There wasn't the slightest trace of fatigue on his face.
"I don't want those people causing another mess while we're waiting. They're leaderless right now, so we should take advantage of the opportunity and get everything sorted out. That way, we can put an end to the problem once and for all."
"Besides, I'm not tired at all."
He paused, then pointed toward the still-pulsating chunk of Scorpio's flesh in his hand.
"If anything, the only thing I need to deal with is taking this thing to Sumire Muroto. I'm sure she'd be interested."
"You don't need to bring it. I'll come and get it myself!"
Gojo hadn't even finished speaking when a clear, slightly hurried voice came from nearby.
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Sumire Muroto seemingly appear out of nowhere. She was carrying a special sealed container, excitement written all over her face as she hurried toward Gojo.
Without wasting a second, she produced a pair of tongs and carefully picked up the piece of flesh from Gojo's hand, placing it inside the container she'd brought.
Her movements were practiced and cautious, as though she'd just gotten her hands on a priceless treasure.
"You go take care of your business. Once you're finished, remember to come back and let me study this properly. This is an incredibly rare research specimen."
Sumire carefully closed the container as she spoke, her face filled with anticipation. Before Gojo could respond, she hurriedly turned and left, apparently afraid that waiting another moment might somehow damage her precious specimen.
"All right. Now that the last thing is taken care of, let's go."
Gojo watched Sumire's retreating figure and shook his head helplessly before speaking to Seitenshi.
Seitenshi didn't say anything more. She knew that once Gojo made up his mind, he wasn't likely to change it.
She nodded and took the lead, walking toward the school entrance.
Gojo followed behind her, while Kisara composed herself and walked after them as well. Her eyes were firm, and revenge was the only thing occupying her thoughts now.
Betty, meanwhile, remained at the school.
Gojo had specifically instructed her to stay behind and make sure nothing happened while he was gone. There were still plenty of innocent students and teachers inside, after all.
On the way, word of Kikunojou and the others being dealt with had yet to spread, and no one knew that the Higher-ups were about to be restructured. Seitenshi therefore took out her communications device and began systematically summoning the various members of the Higher-ups, ordering them to immediately gather in the conference room at the Holy Residence.
Her tone was serious and carried the authority of a command. What they were about to do left no room for delay or negligence.
Gojo and Kisara remained quietly at her side without interrupting. The atmosphere throughout the journey was tense and heavy.
By the time they arrived at the Holy Residence, its security remained as strict as ever. Everything appeared completely normal, without the slightest sign that anything had changed.
They walked straight into the familiar conference room.
All the members of the Higher-ups were already there, sitting around the conference table with expressions of confusion and unease as they whispered among themselves.
The only person missing was Kikunojou Tendo.
The moment everyone saw Seitenshi enter with Gojo and Kisara, the room fell silent.
Every gaze turned toward the three of them, filled with confusion, curiosity, and a trace of barely concealed fear.
They all knew Gojo. They knew how powerful and terrifying he was. What they couldn't understand was why Seitenshi had brought him, along with someone from the Tendo Family, to a meeting of the Higher-ups.
And why Kikunojou hadn't come.
Gojo didn't bother explaining.
His expression remained impassive as a tremendous pressure suddenly erupted from his body, instantly enveloping the entire conference room.
The members of the Higher-ups who had still been holding onto doubts and hoping that everything might somehow work out immediately turned deathly pale.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. None of them even dared to raise their heads, and they slumped helplessly in their chairs without daring to make a sound.
There was no need for unnecessary words or hesitation.
Gojo acted directly, completely subduing every member of the Higher-ups.
In the face of absolute power, these so-called elites had no ability to resist. They were no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered, completely at Gojo's mercy.
Once they were subdued, Gojo stripped them of all their positions and abolished every bit of authority they possessed. He then ordered that they, along with their direct family members, be arrested and imprisoned.
Once they were behind bars, gathering evidence of their crimes would be easy.
These people had occupied positions of power for so many years that nearly all of them had committed one offense or another, whether corruption, embezzlement, or other abuses of authority. Finding evidence against them wouldn't be difficult.
Once everything was prepared, their cases could simply be handed over to the legal system, allowing the law to determine their punishment and make them pay the appropriate price for everything they'd done.
The process would be somewhat troublesome and require time and effort, but Gojo had no intention of getting involved personally.
After all, these people were ordinary humans. They possessed neither overwhelming strength nor any special abilities, and unless there were exceptional circumstances, Gojo had no interest in personally dealing with them.
The entire leadership of Tokyo had been swept away in one stroke, and the shockwaves were bound to be enormous.
The news hadn't spread completely yet, but plenty of people had already noticed that something was wrong. The entire Tokyo Area was beginning to settle into an unusual and uneasy atmosphere.
Seitenshi, however, had clearly prepared for this long ago and had already made arrangements to deal with any unexpected developments.
The moment Gojo subdued the members of the Higher-ups, Seitenshi immediately appointed the replacements she'd prepared in advance, filling the vacancies in the leadership.