章 45: Chapter 45: The First-Year Mission
"Jogo~"
Suguru Geto, with his forehead marked by a stitched scar, emerged from the steamy haze.
"Damn you, Geto!"
Jogo's lone eye flared with anger as he shouted, "Did you plan for that guy to show up like that?!"
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile gentle. "No, not at all. I didn't expect Zen'in Mirai to arrive so quickly either."
"You didn't expect it?" Jogo's face was full of disbelief. "You sent me to deal with nothing more than a fourth-grade cursed spirit! And you didn't see this coming?!"
Cursed energy began to swirl around Jogo's half-body, indicating he was moments away from exploding in rage.
For some reason, whenever Jogo saw the fake Geto's smug expression, he was reminded of that detestable guy from last night!
Feigning surrender, the fake Geto raised both hands. "Forgive me, I'm not a sorcerer who excels in combat."
"Yeah, Jogo, the fact that you returned in one piece is already a blessing," Mahito remarked casually, standing by the shore, wearing a black coat patterned with a grid.
"In one piece?!" Jogo pointed furiously at his now missing lower half. "You idiot, does this look like I came back unscathed to you?!"
The fake Geto's eyes narrowed as he asked softly, "Jogo, during the battle, did you tell the other side your name?"
When Jogo shook his head, Kenjaku's expression darkened slightly.
A strange curse technique, perhaps? Or had that guy already encountered a few of them before?
Over the phone, the voice had directly called out Jogo's true name, and even the number of special grades was spot on.
This eerie source of information made Kenjaku more cautious.
It seemed that guy's warning wasn't something to be ignored after all.
"Jogo, this should give you a clear understanding of Gojo Satoru's strength, right?"
Sitting atop a protruding rock, Kenjaku gently reminded, "The higher-ups at Jujutsu High rank Gojo far above Zen'in Mirai~"
"So for now, our focus should remain on the plan to seal Gojo Satoru."
Turning his head to Jogo, Kenjaku smiled and asked, "You don't plan on testing Gojo's strength again, do you?"
"You bastard!" Jogo glared murderously at the fake Geto, and the volcano on his head seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
Kenjaku gave a small nod, pleased. This was fine. Yesterday's battle had at least knocked some of the arrogance out of Jogo.
"October 31st, Shibuya."
"When we gather the right time, place, and people, that will be the perfect moment to seal Gojo Satoru."
"Geto~" Mahito raised his hand, curiosity evident in his voice. "What about the sorcerer who injured Jogo? Are we just going to let him be?"
Kenjaku tucked his hands into his sleeves and chuckled. "There's no need to worry about him~"
"For now, that guy isn't our enemy... temporarily."
---
Night had fallen, and the stars twinkled in the sky.
In a small, standalone house at Jujutsu High, White Zetsu was lounging smugly on the couch.
Thinking about his earlier session teaching Itadori how to exorcise curses, White Zetsu couldn't help but let out a mischievous laugh.
A curse teaching a sorcerer how to exorcise curses...
How amusing! How thrilling!
"Oh, by the way." White Zetsu turned to Mirai, asking, "Why did you let that volcano head escape last night?"
"It's not every day you run into a special-grade curse!"
"Even from outside, I could feel the Divine Tree's hunger. How did you manage to hold back?"
White Zetsu knew all too well.
With those eyes, there were no blind spots. No one, neither human nor sorcerer, could sneak up on Mirai and rescue Jogo without Him noticing.
Mirai smiled but didn't respond.
To him, Jogo's existence was inconsequential. If he wanted, he could deal with him anytime.
He only refrained from killing Jogo because it might delay Kenjaku's plans.
After a brief silence, the phone on the table lit up.
Mirai picked up the phone and scanned the message, a cold, chilling smile forming on him lips.
"White Zetsu, leave the bugs and the cursed tools behind."
White Zetsu blinked in confusion before squeezing over to read the message aloud.
"A mission to exterminate a special grade... overseas?"
---
Jujutsu High, conference room.
After listening to Ijichi's report, Principal Yaga frowned deeply.
"Even curses of that level are forming alliances now?" Yaga crossed his arms, muttering to himself.
But that wasn't the only issue.
Glancing at the photos spread across the table, Yaga's expression darkened even further.
Ijichi cleared his throat and spoke cautiously, "Principal..."
"White Zetsu... He might've known all along."
The photos showed White Zetsu either at school or on missions, all taken secretly.
Even six months ago, during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, Yaga had arranged for an assistant supervisor to monitor White Zetsu from a distance, keeping a close eye on his every move.
The camera used to capture these images was a special cursed tool, commissioned from one of the Jujutsu High's cursed toolmakers at Yaga's request.
After hearing Ijichi's full report, the truth became increasingly clear.
White Zetsu's emergency call last night might not have been as coincidental as it seemed.
While the students in the car hadn't sensed the ambush, White Zetsu—a mere fourth-grade cursed spirit—had detected it ahead of time.
Had he been aware of the surveillance all along?
The more Yaga thought about it, the more his frown deepened.
This was going to be a problem!
---
July 2018.
West Tokyo City, Eishu Juvenile Detention Center.
The sky was overcast, heavy with the promise of a downpour at any moment.
In front of the juvenile center, police officers were maintaining order, setting up a perimeter to prevent civilians from entering.
Standing before the cordon were Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and White Zetsu.
Surveying the group, Ijichi's expression was serious. "It's been confirmed. An unidentified special-grade cursed womb is lurking here."
"I don't need to explain how terrifying special grades are."
"It's unfortunate, but being understaffed is the norm in this field. We often get assigned tasks that seem impossible to complete."
"But the situation is urgent. Jujutsu High doesn't have any extra sorcerers available, so that's why we're sending you first-year students."
Ijichi adjusted his glasses and spoke with the utmost seriousness. "Listen carefully!"
"Your mission is to find an opportunity to rescue the civilians inside, not to fight the special grade."
"If you're unlucky enough to encounter the cursed spirit..."
"Run!!"
"Do whatever it takes to get out!"
He paused for a moment. "If anyone wants to back out now, you can. There's no shame in acknowledging fear. This is your only chance to decline the mission."
"Once you're inside, if you encounter the special grade, there won't be any room for regret."
A special grade like that volcano head?
The thought of Jogo's overwhelming power made Itadori's heart race with anxiety.
As Ijichi said, if they ran into a special grade, even escaping might be impossible.
"A-chan!"
Outside the police line, a woman's face was streaked with tears of worry.
Her son was trapped inside the detention center, his fate unknown.
Seeing this, Itadori's hesitant expression hardened into determination.
"Alright, guys, let's go save them!"
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
Support the Translation! 🌐✨
20 Advanced Chapters are currently available in Patreon, make sure to visit and support our team.
patreon.com/Immortal_author
https://ko-fi.com/immortalauthor
https://discord.gg/KscfBegBPT
週次パワーステータス
-- 推薦
ランキング 
-- 推薦
チケット