Inside the conference room, the massive floor-to-ceiling windows sliced the sunlight into sharp beams, with dust silently floating within them.
Everyone's gaze converged on the white-haired man standing at the head of the conference table.
Satoru Gojo dropped his usual playful demeanor.
His face, which always wore a frivolous smile, now held only a heavy solemnity, like the calm before a storm.
"Everyone is here, so let's begin the meeting. I'll keep this brief."
"The balance of the Jujutsu world has been broken."
"Those ancient curse users sealed away in the dust of history are awakening."
"At the same time, a new generation of Special Grade Cursed Spirits, born from humanity's fears, has already descended upon the world."
The moment his words fell, the temperature in the conference room seemed to plummet by over ten degrees.
Even a boy like Yuta Okkotsu, who always wore a gentle expression, had his smile freeze on his face.
Yuki Tsukumo's face, which always carried a hint of lazy freedom, showed genuine seriousness for the first time.
The head of the Zen'in clan, Naobito Zen'in, subconsciously stroked his signature mustache, but his fingers were trembling slightly.
They knew better than anyone that every word out of Satoru Gojo's mouth could spell an unprecedented catastrophe capable of overturning the entire Jujutsu society.
"Therefore, I have a proposal."
Satoru Gojo's gaze swept over everyone present. His ultimately enhanced azure eyes carried a soul-stirring aura.
"To deal with this crisis, we must integrate the strength of all Jujutsu sorcerers and establish a united front."
"From now on, until the crisis is resolved, all Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers and above must unconditionally obey a unified command."
These words were nothing short of a revolution of power.
To make these families and sorcerers, who had always acted independently and constantly clashed with one another, hand over their command was an almost impossible task.
Sure enough, an untimely voice rang out from the Zen'in clan's seats.
A Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer of the Zen'in clan, wearing an elegant kimono and appearing quite high-ranking, slowly stood up.
His face bore a trace of hypocritical worry, but deep in his eyes flickered an unconcealable ambition.
"Lord Gojo, your proposal is certainly for the sake of the big picture."
"But unified command is a matter of great importance. As for who exactly will wield this power, I'm afraid that requires further deliberation..."
He wanted to use this opportunity to fight for a voice in this new order, both for the Zen'in clan and for himself.
However, he couldn't even finish his sentence.
A black afterimage flashed from the shadows in the farthest corner of the conference room.
Fast!
So fast that, aside from Satoru Gojo and a few other Special Grade sorcerers, no one could even see the shadow's movements!
Smack!!!
An extremely crisp and resounding slap exploded in the dead-silent conference room.
The Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer who had just been talking endlessly was sent flying backward.
His head twisted to the side at an exaggerated angle, and his entire body lifted off the ground as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.
He spun in mid-air an unknown number of times before finally slamming viciously into the wall on the other side of the conference room with a dull thud, trailing a long string of splattering blood and broken teeth.
Afterward, he slid down the wall like a puddle of mud and completely passed out.
Toji Fushiguro impatiently shook the hand he had just used to slap the man, as if he had touched a disgusting fly.
He slowly walked forward, grabbed the unconscious man's ankle with one hand like he was dragging a dead dog, and simply dragged him out of the conference room.
Throughout the entire process, no one dared to make a sound.
You could hear a pin drop in the conference room.
Everyone's gaze subconsciously darted toward the head of the Zen'in clan, Naobito Zen'in.
However, the clan head acted as if he hadn't seen a thing.
He unhurriedly picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a gentle sip, and even savored the vintage with great interest.
He had no intention of offending those two monsters for the sake of an idiot in his family who couldn't read the room.
Seeing this, the other families and freelance sorcerers immediately and wisely chose to keep their mouths shut.
The restless ambitions that had just been stirring were instantly slapped away into nothingness by that resounding strike.
Satoru Gojo nodded in satisfaction.
He snapped his fingers.
In the center of the conference room, a massive, translucent screen made of pure cursed energy appeared out of thin air.
On the screen, images captured jointly by Jujutsu High's surveillance network and the Six Eyes began to flash rapidly.
A figure with stitches across his forehead continuously appeared in various locations around the world.
Kenjaku was rallying those ancient monsters who had just awakened from their seals.
He seemed to be plotting a massive and evil conspiracy capable of overturning the entire world.
The final image froze on a global map, highlighting several marked locations emitting an ominous red glow.
Those were the exact birthplaces of the new generation of Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
"That is the situation."
Satoru Gojo's voice pulled everyone's thoughts back to reality.
"Now, I will begin assigning tasks."
"Yuta."
"That cursed spirit codenamed [Drought God] seems to have abilities related to fire and extreme heat. Your cursed energy is massive, making you the most suitable for a battle of attrition."
Yuta Okkotsu nodded without hesitation.
"Yes, Sensei."
"Miss Yuki."
Satoru Gojo turned his gaze to the tall woman.
"I'll leave the [Gun Devil] to you."
"Sure."
"Principal Gakuganji, Teacher Iori, you two will lead the main forces of the Kyoto school to purge the ancient curse users within Japan who have just awakened and haven't yet gathered their strength."
"As for Mr. Toji..."
Satoru Gojo looked at the man leaning against the corner of the wall.
Toji Fushiguro slowly opened his eyes, a bloodthirsty smile curving the corners of his mouth.
"That one called [Little Boy] sounds like a pain to deal with. Leave it to me."
The meeting concluded efficiently and swiftly.
The entire Jujutsu society, like a precise war machine under Satoru Gojo's command, began to operate frantically with unprecedented efficiency for the first time.
Everyone stood up one after another, leaving the conference room with an aura of solemn killing intent, ready to rush to their respective battlefields.
Soon, only Ian and the Special Grade sorcerer Yuki Tsukumo—who hadn't received any assignment from start to finish—remained in the massive conference room.
Yuki Tsukumo slowly stood up. She rolled her slender wrists, her joints letting out a series of crisp pops.
Her beautiful eyes, full of wildness and charm, were now locked dead onto Ian, her entire body exuding an overwhelmingly powerful fighting spirit.
"Alright, the nuisances are gone," she said.
She licked her sexy lips, her voice filled with undisguised excitement and provocation.
"Now, we can start our 'date,' right?"
Ian couldn't help but smile as he looked at her eager appearance.
He stood up and led her out of the conference room, arriving at the spacious, newly repaired training field outside.
Yuki Tsukumo glanced around the expansive area, which was large enough for her to go all out, and a look of absolute satisfaction appeared on her face.
She excitedly stretched her body. Beneath her tight leather outfit lay a terrifying strength capable of easily destroying a building.
"I'm very satisfied with this venue."
"Come on."
"Let me see just how strong the man who made even Satoru concede really is!"