章 54: Chapter 54:
"Damn it!"
"Hedgehog brat, are you trying to murder me?!"
White stormed out of the shadows, seething with rage. "You had so many cursed tools piled in there! I nearly kicked the bucket!"
"Sorry! Really, I didn't mean to!" Fushiguro apologized earnestly. "I only just learned the technique. I haven't fully mastered it yet."
Seeing that White was unharmed, Maki Zen'in casually sat back down.
"Come on, White. It's not like Fushiguro did it on purpose."
"And you're just as guilty!" White turned his furious gaze to Maki. "It was your spear that almost sent me to the afterlife!"
Falling into the shadows felt like skydiving—without a parachute. Worse, he'd nearly impaled himself on a collection of cursed tools stashed below.
Had it not been for sheer luck, Maki's spear, stored in Fushiguro's shadow, would've skewered him.
"Well, you're fine now, aren't you?" Maki rolled her eyes, already piecing together what had happened. She'd given Fushiguro all her cursed tools to store earlier that day, transferring them from Panda's stash.
Everything had seemed fine—until White showed up and turned it into a disaster.
"Tch!" White flicked his sleeve dramatically, feigning magnanimity. "Fine, I'll forgive you this time."
Maki barely acknowledged him, or perhaps she didn't care. Meanwhile, a faint purple mark under White's eye quietly disappeared without anyone noticing.
From a short distance away, Nobara Kugisaki lowered her head, her gaze complicated.
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As the days passed, the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event loomed closer. There were only five days left.
That day, Kyoto Jujutsu High welcomed an unexpected guest.
"Yo~"
"Long time no see, Utahime."
Gojo Satoru greeted her with his usual bright smile.
Dressed in a white robe over a red skirt, Utahime Iori's scarred face twisted into a frown. "What are you doing here again? Didn't I already give you what you needed?"
Completely ignoring the irritation in her voice, Gojo grinned wider. "Relax, I'm not here for you this time."
"Where's Principal Gakuganji? I need to talk to him."
Utahime clicked her tongue in annoyance. "He's in his office. Just go."
"OK~" Gojo waved, but as he turned to leave, he added casually, "Oh, by the way—thank your student for me. What they gave me came in handy."
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2 PM.
White groggily crawled out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He threw on his black robe with red clouds and stood in front of the mirror to fix his unruly hair. Gently touching the six purple marks under his eye, he grinned smugly at his reflection.
"Still as handsome as ever, Lord White."
After a satisfied chuckle, he left his room.
"Hey, kid. Didn't you say you were done with that book?"
He found Mirai slouched on the couch, nose deep in another notebook.
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For White, that notebook might as well have been a cultivation manual, tedious beyond belief. Under Mirai's relentless supervision, White had spent months studying it, barely managing to control two bodies at once.
And those bodies couldn't even be too powerful. Mastering a skill like Sukuna's—splitting his soul into twenty fragments—was still far out of reach.
Seeing Mirai so absorbed in his notes, White couldn't help but complain.
"You look like you're cramming for finals every day. Can't you give it a break?"
Without looking up, Mirai tossed his current notebook into Kamui Space and pulled out a fresh one. "I said I finished the parts relevant to the plan. But reading it isn't the same as mastering it."
He flipped open the new notebook. "The more transparent our actions, the more stable the plan will be. For now, we just need to wait for Brain's move."
White stretched lazily, cracking his neck. "Man, you sure are patient."
"It's just that you're too restless." Mirai glanced at him. "Instead of wasting time fooling around with them every day, why don't you focus on your training?"
White groaned as he stretched. "Easy for you to say. My current limit is two bodies. You think I can get stronger overnight?"
He sighed dramatically. "Dealing with souls is such a pain."
Mirai reached into Kamui Space again and tossed another notebook onto the table. "I told you to study these records. They contain information that could help."
White flipped through the notebook absentmindedly, yawning. "This stuff is like a lullaby. Great for bedtime, but it's giving me a headache in broad daylight."
Mirai shook his head in exasperation. "You're impossible." White was like a hyperactive child—he could cause chaos with ease, but getting him to study was a lost cause.
"You know, if the pink-haired gorilla finds out the truth, she might just lose it." White grinned mischievously as he flipped another page.
The notebook in his hands contained every secret Brain had shared with Mirai—including the truth about Itadori's identity. Among those secrets were crucial methods for manipulating souls.
For White, the notebook was a treasure trove—like an advanced cultivation guide. But even with months of effort, he could barely manage two bodies at once. He was still far from mastering Sukuna's level of soul manipulation.
White closed the notebook with a lazy smirk. "Those idiots thought they could hide Itadori's survival from me. Ha! I saw right through them."
Mirai shot him a warning look. "Watch yourself. Don't let anything slip."
He added, "Just a few more months, and you'll have all the fun you want."
White grinned confidently. "Relax. When have I ever messed up?"
He pulled out his phone, checked the time, and stretched again. "Enough reading for today. The hedgehog brat's waiting for his lesson."
Tossing the notebook back to Mirai, White strolled toward the training grounds. He wasn't foolish enough to carry something that important with him—his current body was far too weak for that.
Cursed objects and tools? Those were disposable. But the knowledge in those notebooks was irreplaceable.
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Watching White's carefree departure, Mirai sighed inwardly.
He indulged White's whims, not just because he controlled his life, but because, somewhere along the way, White had become like family.
From the moment White was "born," naïve and clueless, Mirai had taken it upon himself to raise him—just like a parent raising a child.
If there were three words to describe Mirai's role...
A nagging caretaker.
In Mirai's eyes, most people—whether human, sorcerer, or curse—were as meaningless as paper. Except for Maki and her sister, everyone else was just a tool.
If they were useful, he used them. If not, they were trash.
The only exception was White—a reckless troublemaker who, against all odds, had wormed his way into Mirai's heart.
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