"Gojo…"
"You seriously didn't know about your student's outrageous family ties?" Yaga muttered, twitching at the corner of his mouth as he turned to ask Gojo Satoru.
Compared to ten years ago, Gojo, his eyes now wrapped in white bandages, was far more composed and mature.
Had this been his high school days, seeing such an eccentric cursed spirit would've driven him to leap in and interrogate it on the spot.
But now, watching the clearly non-hostile curse casually hanging around Maki, Gojo simply curled his lips into a faint smile.
"Principal, let's not forget Maki's still a member of the Zenin bloodline."
"You know how complicated the relationships between the Big Three Families are."
"And besides… as a teacher, it's not my style to dig into my students' personal lives."
Yaga paused, stunned by the calm response from the student who once gave him so many headaches. He found himself full of mixed emotions.
Meanwhile, Mirai ignored the chaos unfolding in front of him. His eyes were quietly scanning the sorcerers from Jujutsu High across from him.
First, there was the sharply defined and stone-faced Yaga Masamichi, Principal of Jujutsu High.
Then came Mei Mei, standing tall with twin braids cascading down her back, her mature curves radiating a dominant aura. Mirai gave her a longer look, her elegant purple uniform carried an undeniable charm.
The beige blazer, spotted yellow tie, and neatly combed hair completed the look of a refined woman in full control.
And next,
Dressed to the nines in a sharp suit, face solemn and poised, exuding an air of professional reliability: Kento Nanami. The man Yuuji Itadori had once called "Nanami-senpai."
Mirai's gaze swept past a few lesser-known, soon-to-be-forgotten Grade 1 sorcerers...
Before finally landing on the so-called strongest.
About 190 centimeters tall. White hair. That faint, perpetual smirk at his lips.
A flash of crimson flickered across Mirai's eyes. Behind the bandages covering Gojo's eyes, he could sense an immeasurable surge of cursed energy just waiting to be unleashed.
And at that very moment, when Mirai switched into Mangekyō mode, Gojo's gaze locked with his.
"You damned curse!"
"How dare you speak to Master Geto like that?!"
Snapping out of her shock, Nanako raised her phone, ready to activate her cursed technique against the rude White Zetsu.
"Stop."
Geto Suguru extended an arm in front of her, his eyes trained on Mirai, still seated in the back of the sports car.
A mysterious, troublesome man.
That was Geto's current assessment of Zenin Mirai.
Mirai lightly tapped his fingers.
Only then did the long-ignored driver get out of the car and open the door.
A Grade 1 sorcerer from the Zenin clan.
Because of White Zetsu's antics, most had nearly forgotten he was even there.
Yet despite his rank, the driver carried no hint of the arrogance typical of a Grade 1.
If anything… he resembled a servant.
"Geto," Mirai began, walking calmly toward him, a warm smile on his face. "Didn't we agree? If you ever needed help, you'd come find me."
"What, was that just empty talk from ten years ago?"
"How could it be?" Geto replied, squinting as he mirrored Mirai's smile. "I've barely shown my face in Japan these past ten years, all to avoid being hunted by Jujutsu High."
"Surely the head of the Zenin clan won't hold it against me."
The way the two conversed, it was as if they were old friends catching up after years apart.
"Oi, White Zetsu, what the hell is going on?" Maki jabbed him in the ribs, voice lowered. "Why does my future brother know that lunatic?"
"Lunatic?" White Zetsu looked genuinely baffled. "You don't seriously think that Mirai brat is some normal person, do you?"
Maki froze, unable to say a word.
And just as the mood began to ease…
White Zetsu grinned and called out loudly toward Nanako, who stood behind Geto.
"What's with all the yelling? Don't just bark, show me what you've got!"
With that, he stood proudly with hands on his hips, spat a thick wad of saliva onto the ground, and sneered coldly.
"Blondie."
"You! You, you...!"
Nanako trembled with rage, finger raised and pointed at him.
If not for Geto's earlier command, she would've exorcised this weakling curse on the spot.
While Nanako stayed put, the shirtless male sorcerer beside her vanished in an instant.
"Cursed spirit, you're dead!"
Muscles bulging, golden hair flying in the wind, the man darted straight at White Zetsu with fury in his eyes.
To have his noble, elegant blond hair mocked like that,
And by a cursed spirit he could squash with a single finger?
He couldn't take that insult lying down.
Raising his fist the size of a cooking pot, he prepared to crush him.
Maki's eyes widened. Just as she raised her weapon to block, White Zetsu suddenly tugged her arm,
Boom!!
Blood-red fireworks erupted in front of them. Crimson droplets scattered like petals in the air.
White Zetsu, who should have been hit, was completely unharmed.
The attacking sorcerer, however, had been reduced to nothing more than a bloody puddle.
White Zetsu turned to Maki and winked. "See? Didn't I tell you?"
"That Mirai brat's even crazier than that long-haired monk."
Maki stared at him, stunned.
So… all this was just to prove who was crazier?
White Zetsu's baffling thought process once again left everyone speechless.
Geto's arm remained suspended in the air, he'd tried to intervene too late.
His face had visibly darkened.
Nanako and Mimiko immediately took combat stances.
They looked from the fresh bloodstain on the ground to the ever-smiling Mirai…
Their bodies quivered, eyes wide with undisguised fear.
A Grade 1 sorcerer, annihilated.
Instantly.
And it had been done using some kind of advanced space-warping technique.
Gojo Satoru's expression turned subtly serious.
He suspected the condition to activate that technique lay in those rapidly changing, blood-red pupils.
In less than a second, he had already deduced the basic structure of what seemed to be a "Kamui"-like ability.
Another unique eye technique… like his own.
Interesting.
"My apologies, truly."
"For acting on your behalf and eliminating such a disobedient subordinate… You won't hold it against me, right?"
Though Mirai's words were polite, the smile on his face radiated sheer mockery in the eyes of the Jujutsu High sorcerers.
"Must be all those years living with the Zenin clan. Guess I'm still adjusting."
"You clearly told them not to act, and yet your dog still went for it. Tsk."
"What kind of servant doesn't obey his master?"
As Geto kept his head bowed, silent, Mirai turned to his driver.
"Go on. Cut off an arm. Show my friend how a proper subordinate handles mistakes."
The sorcerers of Jujutsu High: "..."
He's joking, right?
This has to be a joke. Right?
Thud!
A freshly severed left arm hit the ground with a wet smack.
The driver stood, drenched in sweat, holding the bleeding stump.
Every sorcerer present, aside from Maki, had their pupils contract violently.
And yet the man remained standing respectfully.
Bright red blood dripped steadily.
There wasn't even a flicker of resentment in his eyes.
Or maybe, he didn't dare show it.
As the breeze swept gently through the courtyard,
A chill pierced the hearts of everyone from Jujutsu High.
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