The aftermath unfolded exactly as Satoru Gojo had said it would. If any of the new members caused trouble, acted out of personal interest, or committed any crimes, they would be replaced without hesitation. One group would be dealt with, then the next, with absolutely no leniency.
As long as the measures were ruthless enough and the resolve behind them was firm enough, there was little reason to worry about anything going seriously wrong. If problems did arise, they could be dealt with later. No matter what happened, it was still far better than Seitenshi remaining a puppet controlled by others.
Of course, there were people who wanted to resist. After all, so much power and wealth had been stripped away in one stroke, and there were bound to be people unwilling to accept their losses. Some were determined to fight to the bitter end and reclaim everything they believed belonged to them.
But none of that was a problem in front of Gojo.
Anyone who attempted to resist was dealt with by Gojo in the most decisive manner possible. There was no hesitation, no unnecessary struggle, and no chance for anyone else to cling to the hope that they might somehow get away with it.
After thoroughly purging the entire Higher-ups, Gojo didn't sit around or take a break. Instead, he immediately brought Kisara with him and headed toward the Tendo Family estate.
Over the years that Kikunojou Tendo had held power, the Tendo Family had relied on his influence to run rampant and commit every imaginable kind of wrongdoing. Their reputation had long since become utterly disgraceful.
Under the law, they could only be described as guilty of heinous crimes. Their hands were stained with blood, and they owed countless lives.
After all, they had been willing to kill even their own relatives, their own fathers, and their own sons for the sake of profit. Compared to that, hurting outsiders meant nothing to them.
There was no such thing as family affection within the Tendo Family. Everything revolved around competing interests, deception, and betrayal, with every member willing to do whatever it took to secure their own advantage.
Not a single person in the entire family could be called innocent. Every one of them had participated in those filthy dealings to some extent, and every one of them had blood on their hands.
Of course, dealing with them was Kisara's business. It had nothing to do with Gojo.
His role was simply to bring Kisara here and clear away every obstacle standing in her path. How she chose to take her revenge and what she did with these people was entirely up to her.
Before long, the two arrived at the Tendo Family estate.
The estate was extraordinarily luxurious and imposing. From a distance, it looked like an impregnable fortress, a structure that displayed the family's immense power and status.
But in Kisara's eyes, that magnificent estate looked more like a cold prison, a massive weight that had pressed down on her for years and made it difficult for her to breathe.
This place carried all of her pain and hatred. It carried the injustice suffered by her parents, as well as the obsession that had consumed her for so many years.
Now that she stood before the family that had once loomed over her like an insurmountable mountain, Kisara showed no mercy.
She drew her blade, her eyes cold and unwavering, and walked into the Tendo estate step by step. Every swing carried the hatred that had been buried deep within her, and every strike was aimed at those who had once harmed her and her parents.
Her movements were clean, precise, and vicious, without the slightest hesitation. She looked almost like a battle-hardened executioner, her face devoid of emotion, leaving behind only an icy determination that seemed to have penetrated to the very depths of her soul.
Gojo stood quietly to the side, watching everything without interfering or saying a word. A complicated look crossed his face.
If he hadn't possessed evidence of the crimes committed by everyone in the Tendo Family, and if he hadn't known that they were all deserving of death, anyone witnessing this scene might have thought Kisara was some kind of serial killer, a monstrous criminal beyond redemption.
There were so many people, yet she didn't hesitate for even a moment. Every strike was fatal, and she left no one a chance to survive.
Gojo understood that for a girl barely in her teens to become this ruthless, to develop such an all-consuming hatred, the Tendo Family must have done far more than merely kill her parents.
There had to be countless things he didn't know about, countless hidden instances of suffering and torment, to turn what might once have been an innocent and carefree girl into someone completely consumed by hatred and utterly determined to see her revenge through.
Still, there was no need for him to ask.
Everyone had their own secrets. Everyone had their own pain, and sometimes it was better not to know certain things.
Besides, even if the members of the Tendo Family were judged according to the law, they would all receive the death penalty. There was nothing more to discuss.
Seitenshi had already confirmed as much after examining the evidence of their crimes.
Kisara was merely using her own methods to avenge her parents and obtain justice for all those who had been harmed by the Tendo Family.
The entire purge of the Tendo Family was over remarkably quickly.
These people had spent their lives pampered and indulged, and none of them possessed any real combat ability. On top of that, they hadn't even realized what was happening. They didn't know Kikunojou had already been dealt with and still believed everything was proceeding as usual.
Before they could even understand what was happening, they became corpses beneath Kisara's blade, without so much as an opportunity to resist.
Blood stained the luxurious floors of the Tendo estate and spread across the flowers and grass in the courtyard. The entire estate was filled with the heavy stench of blood, enough to send a chill through anyone who breathed it in.
After finally killing the last remaining member of the Tendo Family, Kisara could no longer keep hold of her sword.
Clang!
The blade slipped from her hand and fell into the pool of blood beneath her, the crisp sound echoing through the silent courtyard.
"It's over."
Kisara stood there covered in blood, her hair disheveled and her face streaked with dark-red stains. She looked battered and exhausted, yet there was also a strange emptiness to her expression, as though she had finally been released from a burden she had carried for years.
She remained motionless, staring blankly ahead as she murmured the words in a hoarse, emotionless voice.
The revenge she had pursued for so many years, the obsession that had given her a reason to keep living, had finally reached its end.
This was the scene she had dreamed of countless times. It was the outcome she had longed for throughout all those years.
Yet now that she was actually standing before it, surrounded by blood and facing the empty Tendo estate, a tremendous sense of emptiness rose within her. It felt as though something had been hollowed out inside her, leaving her with nothing to hold on to.
Until now, the force that had kept her moving forward had always been revenge, the desire to avenge her parents and erase the injustice they had suffered. She had also had Rentaro Satomi's companionship and protection.
But now her revenge was complete. Everyone in the Tendo Family was dead, her parents' names had finally been cleared, and she had also pushed Rentaro away completely, ensuring that the two of them would never meet again.
With both of those things gone, her life suddenly became directionless.
She didn't know what she was supposed to do next, or what reason she had left to keep living.
"How about taking a break?"
Gojo's voice slowly drifted over, warm and casual. It broke the silence of the courtyard and pulled Kisara back from her daze.
"Though the surroundings aren't exactly pleasant. There's blood everywhere, and you don't look particularly comfortable either."
Kisara slowly turned toward him. Her eyes were still somewhat vacant, and her face remained expressionless. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice carrying a trace of hoarseness and apology.
"Sorry. I was a little distracted..."
"It's fine."
Gojo shrugged, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"You look like one of those protagonists in a TV drama who finally gets revenge and then has no idea what to do with their life. Your face practically says, 'What am I supposed to do now?'"
"Is it really that obvious?"
Kisara instinctively raised a hand and touched her face. Her fingers brushed across the blood on her cheek, smearing it even further and making her look even more disheveled. Somehow, the sight was almost a little cute.
"Too bad there's no mirror. Otherwise, you'd be able to see what you look like right now."
Gojo chuckled, his tone still relaxed.
"I'm not going to give you some speech about how to feel better. I'm not particularly good at that sort of thing anyway. But I do know that some emotions can only be processed on your own, little by little."
He paused before continuing.
"Still, you could try changing your mood a little."
Gojo lifted his sunglasses slightly, revealing his brilliant, deep-blue eyes. With a bright smile, he looked at Kisara and offered a suggestion.
"If you're interested, you could try learning Magic with Seitenshi."
"Magic?"
Kisara stared at him in surprise, clearly not expecting such a suggestion.
She had never imagined that after completing her revenge, she might learn something like Magic. She had never even come into contact with anything related to it before.
Yet when she looked into Gojo's sincere eyes and saw the smile on his face, the emptiness in her heart seemed to fade a little.
She was silent for a moment before slowly smiling at him.
"If that's possible..."
"Of course it is. I was planning to spread Magic anyway. One more person learning it means one more person capable of helping."
Gojo smiled and nodded, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.
Once everything was finished, Gojo took Kisara away from the Tendo estate and returned to the school.
Dealing with the enormous threat of Scorpio, restructuring Tokyo's leadership, and purging the thoroughly corrupt Tendo Family, all of it had been accomplished within a single day. The pace had been so relentless that there had barely been time to process everything.
Even Gojo, despite possessing overwhelming strength, felt mentally exhausted by this point. Fatigue seemed to cling to his entire body.
Right now, he didn't want to do anything at all. He only wanted to rest properly, lie lazily in his room, eat some snacks, watch a few shows, and live like a carefree slacker with nothing to worry about.
Unfortunately, reality had other plans.
There were still plenty of matters waiting for him to deal with, and plenty of people who needed his help.
For example, there was Sumire Muroto's research. After obtaining that diseased kidney, Sumire would undoubtedly pester him to cooperate with all kinds of experiments and studies.
Then there were the hidden problems left behind by the former Higher-ups. Some of their surviving supporters were still lurking in the shadows, and Gojo needed to find and eliminate them before they could recover and cause trouble again.
There was also Seitenshi. Even after restructuring the Higher-ups, she still had a mountain of follow-up work to handle. She needed Gojo by her side to keep things under control and deter anyone harboring ulterior motives.
Faced with Seitenshi's pitiful requests and the expectation and dependence in her eyes, what could Gojo possibly say?
Naturally, he decided to see the job through to the end and help her settle everything properly.
Fortunately, after Scorpio had been defeated, Seitenshi immediately released the footage captured by the satellites to the entire population.
The footage showed Gojo effortlessly defeating Scorpio all by himself, overcoming the terrifying Stage 5 Gastrea that had left everyone else completely helpless. His overwhelming strength and calm, unhurried demeanor deeply shocked everyone who witnessed it.
From that point onward, Gojo became a hero in everyone's eyes, as well as someone they instinctively revered.
As a result, whenever his presence was required somewhere, it was little more than a formality.
After all, Scorpio had been killed by him. If someone as overwhelmingly powerful as Scorpio could be dealt with so effortlessly, no one else would dare challenge him, much less openly object to his decisions. They could only cooperate obediently.
And so Gojo remained busy for an entire week.
Every day, he was running from one task to another, dealing with all kinds of trivial matters, cooperating with Sumire's research, eliminating the lingering problems left behind by the former Higher-ups, and accompanying Seitenshi as she handled government affairs. He barely had any time to rest.
Finally, after a week, everything had been settled. All the hidden dangers had been eliminated, and order in Tokyo had returned to normal. In fact, the situation was even more stable than before.
Gojo could finally get some proper rest. At long last, he could fulfill his dream of becoming a carefree slacker.
As luck would have it, the new series he had been looking forward to also began airing around this time.
He was particularly interested in this release. After all, it determined whether he would be able to exchange his Popularity Points for abilities worth millions of points.
If the results were good, and both the ratings and reception were strong, he might finally be able to exchange for the ability he wanted and become even more powerful.
The thought brought an expectant smile to Gojo's face. He hurried back to his room, collapsed onto the soft sofa, and opened the system panel, ready to enjoy the new episode and savor this rare period of leisure.
[Let's go! Husband, I'm here!]
[Waiting a whole week was so hard!]
[The little loli! My favorite little loli!]
The Comment section began flying across the screen as enthusiastically as ever.
Gojo opened a can of ice-cold cola. Seeing those familiar comments again after such a long time, he couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic.
There wasn't much to say about the episode itself. As always, it was packed with substantial content.
The Comment section was just as lively as ever.
But what Gojo truly cared about was his Popularity Points.
From the moment he opened the system panel, his attention never left the Popularity Points ranking.