章 44: Chapter 44: Suspicion and Warning
"White Zetsu, where's that fake-smiling guy?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile plastered on his face.
"He's gone back to that dreadful Zen'in estate," White Zetsu replied listlessly. "Said he hadn't been there for half a year and needed to sort out some issues."
Gojo nodded, not pressing further.
"Gojo-sensei, so what's on today's agenda?" Itadori raised his hand eagerly.
After learning how powerful Gojo was, both Itadori and Kugisaki were more motivated than ever to study.
"Gomennasai~"
"Sorry, but I don't have time today. You guys can do some self-study in the classroom."
Gojo grinned without a hint of guilt. "I've received an urgent mission and need to go abroad for a few days."
"So, you'll be studying under White Zetsu for a bit."
"Huh?!"
"Studying under White Zetsu?!"
Itadori and Kugisaki gaped in disbelief.
"Hmph!"
White Zetsu snorted in mock displeasure, but the grin on his face was wider than an AK-47.
Fushiguro sighed and added, "White Zetsu-senpai actually enrolled half a year ago and has even participated in missions with the senior students. He knows more than enough to teach us the theoretical side of jujutsu."
"That's right."
"Anyway, I'm off. See you~"
Gojo waved cheerfully, then turned and left the classroom.
Itadori and Kugisaki exchanged bewildered looks, experiencing Gojo's teaching style for the first time.
"Fushiguro, is he always like this?" Kugisaki asked, clearly annoyed.
Fushiguro nodded, exasperated. "He's never been one to sit idle at the school. Occasionally, special-grade curses appear overseas, causing widespread disaster. He often goes on such missions, and it's normal for him to disappear for several days without notice. It's already surprising that he informed us in advance today."
"Seriously, how unreliable can he get?"
Ehem, ehem,
White Zetsu, who had previously looked half-asleep, now sat back with his legs crossed, eyes half-closed in a haughty manner. His entire demeanor screamed: Come seek guidance from me, the great master!
...
Zen'in Estate, Forbidden Repository, Second Basement Level.
The sound of blood dripping into the pool echoed through the dim passageway.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Mirai spoke coldly, "Fish out all the bodies from the pool. We need to relocate the base."
Although the possibility of Kenjaku infiltrating the Zen'in clan was slim, it wasn't entirely impossible.
Jogo's attack last night gave Mirai a rough idea of Kenjaku's intentions.
While laying traps for Gojo Satoru, he also seemed to be probing Mirai's capabilities.
White Zetsu's presence as a curse spirit had been known in the jujutsu world for years. Controlling White Zetsu could provide intel on Mirai. With Kenjaku's mastery of curse manipulation, he had no reason not to take action.
Mirai had already considered this. He wasn't worried about White Zetsu's safety.
What surprised him was that Kenjaku would go so far as to deceive Jogo into confronting him, just for a minor curse spirit like White Zetsu.
It was almost excessively cautious.
Before long, nearly a hundred bloated corpses were laid out in three rows.
Non-sorcerers, Grade 2 Sorcerers, Grade 1 Sorcerers.
Some were former members of the Zen'in clan's "Hei" unit, while others were special-grade curse users.
As Zouza, the corpse dresser, continued to pull bodies from the pile, he spotted a familiar face...
Even the golden ponytail of Juumian Shunta had been dyed a garish purple from the curse blood.
Zouza shivered.
It had been half a year, but he still remembered the ghastly expression on Shunta's face before he died.
Mirai glanced at Zouza, whose limbs were still intact, and felt a grudging admiration.
During the chaotic escape half a year ago, Mirai had ordered Zouza to sever one of his limbs as punishment.
Considering Zouza needed both hands to forge cursed tools, Mirai had initially intended for him to cut off one of his legs.
But Zouza had taken an unexpected route and severed the fifth limb between his legs.
This baffling decision...
One couldn't tell whether it was cleverness or folly.
Mirai slowly walked past the neatly arranged bodies, leaving behind only pools of blood on the ground.
He collected the backup bodies of White Zetsu into his dimension, then turned to face the countless dismembered curse bodies suspended above the pool, his expression calm.
With the space around him warping slightly, a terrifying burst of cursed energy erupted from Kamui's dimension!
Ten thick, vein-like structures, resembling the human vascular system, shot out from the otherworldly space!
Bang, bang, bang!
Explosions echoed through the chamber!
Zouza stood frozen, watching the blood-red remnants fly around him, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.
He didn't dare take a single step, fearing he'd end up like those curses...
Blasted into a shower of blood mist.
After absorbing the last traces of residual cursed energy, Mirai spoke softly, "Take Zouza to the manor and keep an eye on him."
"If he tries to run, kill him."
"Rest assured, Master!"
Zouza, his face pale with fear, hastily replied, "I swear I'll dedicate my life to creating cursed tools for the Zen'in clan!"
Mirai waved him off, his expression indifferent. "Enough. All of you, leave."
Without asking about the other curse user or the secrets of the third basement level, Jinpishin escorted Zouza out of the Forbidden Repository.
...
Half an hour later.
Having dealt with matters in the repository, Mirai sat in a pavilion near its entrance, brewing tea.
The phone on the table showed it was currently dialing.
When the call connected, Mirai pressed the speaker button and spoke softly, "How is it?"
"Jogo's injuries shouldn't be too serious, right?"
There was silence on the other end for a moment.
After a while, a voice that hadn't been heard in half a year responded.
"How did you find out?"
"For the past six months, I haven't appeared anywhere near sorcerers, let alone in public."
"Does it matter how I found out?"
Mirai took a sip of the tea, his voice calm. "Stop trying to dig into my affairs. This is your only warning."
"If you try again..."
"I'll take those four trashy curses of yours and your head."
He picked up the phone, his tone gentle. "Do you understand?"
There was a long silence on the other end, then the line went dead.
...
Tokyo, in a remote mountain hot spring.
Jogo leaned against the rock wall while Mahito swam leisurely in the water.
Hanami stood tall at the edge, while Dagon soaked with only half his head visible above the water.
"Jogo, is that guy really as strong as you say?" Mahito, his body covered in stitches, asked with a smile.
"Yeah, he's really strong!"
Recalling the battle, Jogo, now reduced to half his former size, shuddered. "I didn't even realize how I lost..."
Thinking back to the fight, Jogo could only remember that after expanding his domain, he had instantly killed Mirai.
Then he had strolled into the academy and even defeated the infamous Gojo Satoru as Geto had suggested.
And then...
When the excruciating pain woke him, he was just a broken heap on the ground.
If Hanami hadn't arrived in time, he would have been reduced to ashes.
"Mahito, be careful. If you run into that guy, get as far away as you can."
Jogo warned earnestly.
"Got it, got it~"
"Why would I pick a fight with someone I know I can't beat?"
Mahito stood naked in the hot spring, his narrow eyes squinting as he beamed.
"Better to be crafty, like a curse, or like a human."
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