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Chapitre 31: Chapter 31: Dragonbone and Crimson Lotus

"Haruta really seems to have a thing for torturing his victims, doesn't he?" White Zetsu's raspy voice came from behind, filled with an eerie amusement.

"Hey, when are you planning to send Haruta away?" he asked, sounding almost casual.

"What's the rush?" Mirai replied with a hint of surprise on his face. "What, feeling sorry for the cursed spirits and want to avenge them?"

"Pfft, please!" White Zetsu scoffed, hands resting behind his head as he swaggered forward with a confident stride. "Sure, we're all from the same kind, but those low-level creatures? They're nothing compared to someone like me."

At this, Naobito, who was trailing behind the two, twitched the corner of his mouth. A fourth-tier spirit talking like that... Is this guy serious?

White Zetsu licked his long, crimson tongue, eyes glinting with interest. "Don't you find that brat's technique fascinating? A miracle-based technique—sounds pretty cool, huh?"

His eyes lit up as he turned towards Mirai, "Forget about 9527. Hand over Haruta to me, will you?"

After a brief moment of silence, Mirai nodded.

White Zetsu's face lit up with joy, but Mirai's voice turned stern as he added, "You can take Haruta, but not right now. The Zen'in clan's sorcerers are busy with their own tasks. If you don't want to spend the whole time here slicing up cursed spirits, you'll have to wait."

"Ughhh," White Zetsu groaned, clearly annoyed. "You've already dragged that old man down here. Just have him take over my job!"

Naobito stood silently. "..."

Mirai's response was calm and measured. "He's got other duties to attend to."

As the conversation between White Zetsu and Mirai continued, Naobito's expression grew heavier. What did they mean by "fascinating technique"? Did this guy... desire to possess others' techniques?

Having seen White Zetsu rise from a corpse with his own eyes, a terrifying realization crept into Naobito's mind: White Zetsu's ability to take over bodies might not be limited to mere resurrection.

...

They continued down a long, dark tunnel. The growls of cursed spirits faded into the distance, replaced by the sharp clinking sound of metal against metal. Ahead, two dim lamps flickered, casting light over a motionless figure standing beneath them.

The three of them moved forward cautiously, only to realize upon closer inspection that the figure was nothing more than an eerily lifelike mannequin. Behind it stood a crooked clothesline, adding to the oddity of the scene.

The doors on both sides of the hallway were slightly ajar, with the mannequin and clothesline leaning against the left door. The metallic sounds echoed from within that room.

Without hesitation, Mirai pushed open the left door, and the once dim scene was instantly illuminated.

"Haruta! How many times do I have to tell you—don't interrupt me while I'm working, or I swear I'll turn you into a coat rack!"

A bald-headed sorcerer, his upper body bare except for a gray apron, stood with his back to them. He was hammering away at the forge, sparks flying with every hit.

Mirai barely glanced at the tools on the forge as he spoke softly, "Ryuza, is the cursed tool I asked for ready?"

At the sound of that voice, the man at the forge froze in place before turning around in a panic.

"Zen'in clan head! It's almost done. Just give me seven more days, and I swear it'll be finished."

As Ryuza turned, Naobito finally got a good look at the man's face. His eyes were smeared with thick black paint that connected down to his nose, and the gray apron was printed with two crossed bones. The thick black markings only made the fear in Ryuza's eyes more pronounced. [T/N: Can you all guess who is this person? I can't seem to recall someone matching this description.]

Naobito wasn't fazed. From the look in Ryuza's eyes, he estimated the poor guy had been dragged into the Zen'in clan's work about two years ago. In ten years, sorcerers working under the Zen'in clan would be nothing but hollow shells, trembling at the mere mention of their masters.

Mirai's crimson eyes scanned the room as he spoke. "I'll return in seven days. If it's not finished, or if the quality doesn't meet expectations, you know what will happen."

"Of course! No problem!" Ryuza's confidence returned as he boasted about his craft. "If I can't finish it, I'll turn myself into a coat rack!"

White Zetsu smirked as his gaze landed on a partially completed uniform hanging near the forge. "Hey, Iron Man," he called out, a nickname he had given the bald blacksmith. "What about those cursed tools I asked you to make?"

Iron Man grinned with pride. "They've been ready for a while." He turned and retrieved two customized cursed tools from the back of the forge.

The first was a meter-long, sharp-edged cleaver, gleaming with a cold, deadly light.

Proudly holding it up, Ryuza explained, "This is Dragonbone. It's razor-sharp, and it stores the force of each strike. At the wielder's command, the stored energy can be unleashed from the back of the blade, significantly boosting the next attack's power."

He placed the cleaver on the table and pulled out a pink revolver, caressing its surface with a mix of pride and reluctance. "This here is Crimson Lotus. It requires preloaded cursed energy, and when fired, the cursed energy transforms into lotus-shaped bullets that explode on impact. I've modified the barrel, so the blast radius is wider and more destructive. The gun can hold the cursed energy of at least five first-grade sorcerers."

Ryuza introduced both items without mentioning the revolver's gaudy color, his face showing a hint of disdain as if he still couldn't believe he had been forced to make it pink.

"Not bad!" White Zetsu beamed, pleased with the craftsmanship.

He snatched up the pink revolver, admiring it from every angle. This color was his idea, of course—he had insisted on it. After all, nothing said "style" like a pink gun for a girl.

Watching from behind, Naobito felt a pang of envy. It was clear these cursed tools were meant for Maki and Mai, the Zen'in sisters. He wasn't envious of who would own the tools, but rather... he just wished Mirai treated all the Zen'in sorcerers with such care.

For what seemed like the thousandth time, Naobito silently cursed the Zen'in elder who had died over a decade ago.

With a wide grin, White Zetsu suddenly stretched his mouth open to an absurd size and performed a bizarre trick—swallowing the cleaver whole. He raised the meter-long blade and shoved it straight into his mouth until only the hilt was visible. Only then did he casually wipe away the blood at the corners of his mouth, winking at the others.

The three of them stood speechless, watching with furrowed brows as White Zetsu's wide-open mouth revealed the cursed spirit sitting lodged in his throat.

Mirai sighed, shaking his head. "I just gave that body to him, and now he's already sliced up the corners of his mouth. His face is pale enough as it is. With his grin like that, he looks like some kind of clown."

White Zetsu chuckled, pulling the pink revolver from his pocket and tossing it to Mirai, "Here, you handle the enchantment."

Mirai didn't bother catching it—pink wasn't his style. Instead, he gestured toward a nearby withered branch, which swiftly absorbed the cursed energy surging around him. In less than a second, the Crimson Lotus, capable of holding the energy of five first-grade sorcerers, was fully charged.

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Chapitre 32: Chapter 32: Only the Weak Are Bound

"So…"

"My task is to oversee the curse users on the second underground floor?"

At the entrance to the first level of the cave, Naobito asked aloud.

Mirai responded softly, "Just in case."

"I'll be heading back to the Jujutsu school after this. If something happens there, Zen'in Hisashi might not be able to handle it alone."

Hearing this, Naobito frowned and asked, "And if they cause trouble, how do I deal with them?"

Judging by the attitude of those two curse users, they've definitely been dealt with by Mirai. Yet, they're still alive, and their bodies seem more or less intact.

Naobito wasn't sure how to handle things if they stirred up trouble again.

"If they're just throwing a tantrum, a beating will suffice," Mirai's eyes flashed with a cold gleam. "But if they try to escape…"

He continued with a trace of killing intent, "Kill them, except for the curse user in the room opposite Ryuza.."

White Zetsu chuckled and added, "Old man, just don't break the blond brat's corpse, alright?"

Naobito nodded, feeling a rising curiosity about the curse user on the other side of the room.

"What about me?"

White Zetsu grinned and pointed to himself. "Can I go back to the Jujutsu school now?"

On the way up, Mirai had already filled White Zetsu in on everything that happened while he was unconscious.

"You just need to attend classes as usual. Once Ryuza finishes with the cursed tools, I'll have them sent over."

Mirai spoke casually, unconcerned.

White Zetsu's face showed a hint of surprise. "Didn't you say that Shoko and the others have already noticed something's wrong with the bodies?"

"If I waltz back in, won't that woman drag me to the infirmary and dissect me?"

Mirai's face remained calm. "They'll keep a certain level of surveillance on you, but they won't act directly."

"At least, until they have solid evidence that you've harmed any humans, you don't need to worry about your safety at the Jujutsu school."

White Zetsu was skeptical. "Is that so?"

"I feel like the Jujutsu school's attitude toward curses… isn't as friendly as you're making it sound."

Mirai glanced at White Zetsu, expressionless. "Ants will always be ants."

"Even if it's an ant that can talk, the most it'll do is pique their interest, not incite fear."

"As long as you maintain your harmless, edgy persona, a mere Grade 4 curse like you…"

"With that level of power, the higher-ups won't turn against you so easily."

Naobito nodded in agreement. "Mirai's right."

"As it stands now, even the panda that Yaga created, which can refine cursed energy independently, is more interesting than you."

"Over the years, Gojo Satoru has protected many sorcerers from the higher-ups with his overwhelming strength."

"And right now, you're backed by one of the three great families, the Zen'in Clan."

White Zetsu nodded thoughtfully. "What about the bodies? If they ask, what do I say?"

"Just tell them it's a sorcerer who died during rigorous Zen'in Clan training."

Mirai's voice was cold. "Legitimate reasons for a body—those are never in short supply."

"In the end, whether it's the Jujutsu school or the world at large…"

"The so-called laws and rules—only the weak are truly bound by them."

"Fine, then I'll head back to the Jujutsu school with you tomorrow," White Jue grinned.

Mirai shook her head. "Tomorrow, you'll go with Zen'in Hisashi. I'll be staying here for the time being."

White Zetsu blinked, about to ask why…

But when he met Mirai's unblinking scarlet eyes, something seemed to click. His grin widened, the corners of his mouth, split by a blade, oozing faint traces of crimson.

...

Early the next morning, Zen'in Hisashi led White Zetsu on their journey to the Jujutsu school.

After all, a Grade 4 curse spirit, if left unguarded, could easily die in some forgotten corner.

Naobito packed his belongings and a large amount of food, moving them to the second underground floor of the detention facility.

Meanwhile, Mirai sent nearly all the Zen'in Clan sorcerers out on missions to capture cursed spirits in various locations.

At the entrance to the first level of the detention facility, under the pavilion that the Zen'in Clan had built overnight, Mirai sat at a stone table with two cups of hot tea and a pile of intelligence reports.

At his suggestion, the stone stools had been replaced with soft, comfortable sofas. And even more out of place was the upright coffin behind him.

A coffin holding a corpse.

Mirai took a sip of his tea, muttering to himself, "I've fulfilled your request…"

"I imagine you wouldn't mind if I use your body as bait, would you?"

Inside the coffin, Geto Suguru remained silent.

Mirai's target had always been Geto, or rather, Geto's body.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for Toge Inumaki and Maki Zen'in to appear before making his move, nor would he have left such obvious traces of residual cursed energy at the scene.

News of him killing Geto had likely spread throughout the Jujutsu school by now. That person should have received the information as well.

...

At the Jujutsu school gate, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, and Panda walked side by side, a strange silence hanging over them.

Yesterday's events left each of them with different thoughts.

The stench in the infirmary, the body resembling a pile of corpses…

Shoko hadn't said anything, but none of them were blind.

And Panda had received a special order from his father, Yaga, late last night.

"Everyone~"

"Konnichiwa~"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Turning around—

There was White Zetsu, his infuriating grin as obnoxious as ever.

Maki snapped back to her senses first, ignoring the one-armed sorcerer standing next to White Jue. She stepped forward and punched him square in the chest.

White Zetsu staggered back, about to yell in protest when Maki spoke in a slightly worried tone.

"You idiot, are you alright?"

White Zetsu flashed a Joker-like smile and lifted his black robe to show off his pale muscles.

"I'm fine, Uncle's in perfect shape. Don't worry."

At this, Okkotsu and the others, who had been about to step forward, paused in unspoken agreement.

Sure enough, with a roar, White Zetsu was suddenly kicked several meters into the air.

From the third floor of the school building, Gojo Satoru, Yaga, Shoko, and Mei Mei stood watching the students' antics, each lost in their own thoughts.

Gojo peeled back a corner of his blindfold, his sky-blue eyes scrutinizing even more closely than before.

"Fascinating."

Gojo smiled. "If it weren't for the Six Eyes, I wouldn't be able to tell."

"The cursed energy is identical, the body is almost indistinguishable."

"The height has decreased by 0.7 cm from yesterday, and the left shoulder has dropped by 0.3 cm."

"The thigh and shin bones are also slightly more pronounced than they were yesterday."

"Without special means, even skilled sorcerers wouldn't notice these minute differences."

Shoko, hands in her pockets, stared coldly at White Zetsu below.

"So… another new corpse, then…"

Mei Mei paid no attention to their conversation.

Her gaze was fixed on the box the one-armed sorcerer was carrying, her eyes full of anticipation.

Would there be an extra bonus besides the mission reward?

That was the only thing Mei Mei cared about.

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