Similar conversations were taking place across Shibuya.
Megumi Fushiguro and Nanami Kento had just escorted a group of civilians to a safe zone. Megumi frowned as he studied the sporadic reports coming through his communicator, each one detailing the worsening situation inside the veil.
"Gojo-sensei, he..."
"Trust him," Nanami interrupted, though his own expression remained grave. "He is Gojo Satoru. Right now, all we can do is complete our own tasks and make sure no additional victims appear."
Elsewhere, Nobara Kugisaki had just pinned a flying Cursed Spirit to a wall with her nails after it attempted to ambush Zenin Naobito.
She wiped away a bead of sweat and glanced toward the oppressive veil.
"Damn it. Once this is over, Gojo-sensei better treat us to a huge meal."
It was her way of masking the unease she felt inside.
Everyone was worried about the battle taking place within the veil, yet none of them had the power to intervene.
Meanwhile, Sol stood atop a tall building.
He observed the frustrating battle unfolding deep inside Shibuya Station.
He could clearly sense Gojo Satoru's immense Cursed Energy, forcibly restrained and on the verge of boiling over, along with the growing irritation caused by the situation.
He also saw Kenjaku's smug mockery and the unrestrained arrogance of Jogo and the other Cursed Spirits.
"Boring tricks," Sol said quietly.
Using the weak to coerce the strong was despicable.
It was time to put an end to this farce.
His figure vanished from the rooftop.
In the next instant, he appeared inside Shibuya Station at the center of the crossroads overflowing with despair and cursed energy.
There was no earth shattering disturbance and no spatial distortion.
He simply appeared between Gojo Satoru and Kenjaku, as though he had always been standing there.
The civilians rushing toward Gojo Satoru abruptly froze, as if someone had pressed a pause button.
Jogo's flames, Hanami's vines, and every other incoming attack dissipated the moment they entered a certain radius around Sol, as though they had collided with an invisible barrier.
The sudden silence caused every human and Cursed Spirit present to instinctively turn toward the young man who had appeared without warning.
"Sol?"
Gojo Satoru slightly raised an eyebrow. Surprise briefly flashed across his pale blue Six Eyes before turning into amusement.
"Oh? Looks like the little problems outside have already been dealt with."
Kenjaku's smile stiffened for an instant, and his pupils narrowed.
He had no idea how Sol had appeared.
More importantly, he could not sense any energy fluctuations from him at all, which immediately triggered a sense of unease.
"Who are you?" Jogo asked, his single eye fixed on Sol as steam rose from his volcanic head. Every instinct in his body screamed danger.
Sol ignored him completely.
His gaze settled directly on Kenjaku.
"Give me the Prison Realm."
His voice was flat, yet carried undeniable authority.
The moment those words left his mouth, Kenjaku's expression drastically changed.
The Prison Realm was the core of his entire plan.
How did this young man know about it?
"You..."
Kenjaku was about to speak.
However, Sol had no interest in hearing him.
He simply raised his right hand and made a grasping motion.
Instantly, Kenjaku felt the surrounding space solidify.
An overwhelming and incomprehensible force suppressed him, stripping away his ability to move and completely freezing his cursed energy.
The ancient cube hidden on his person, the Prison Realm, flew out uncontrollably and landed in Sol's hand.
Everything happened so quickly that none of the Cursed Spirits had time to react.
Sol casually weighed the Prison Realm in his hand.
His gaze swept across the displeased Kenjaku and the bewildered Special Grade Cursed Spirits before finally landing on Gojo Satoru.
"You won't be needing this right now."
Gojo Satoru looked at the Prison Realm, then at the immobilized Kenjaku.
The smile on his face widened.
"Whoa, this is an unexpected turn of events. So, how did you know their plan? And what exactly are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to speed everything up," Sol replied simply.
He said nothing more.
With a slight movement of his fingertips, the ancient Cursed Tool activated.
Normally, the Prison Realm required Gojo Satoru to remain within a four meter radius for one minute before sealing could occur.
Under Sol's intervention, however, it activated instantly.
The cursed inscriptions on its surface glowed wildly as powerful sealing energy spread outward, but Sol forcibly redirected its target.
Gojo Satoru watched with genuine curiosity.
He offered no resistance, seemingly interested in seeing what Sol intended to accomplish.
Buzz.
The Prison Realm's light intensified and enveloped Gojo Satoru.
The next moment, the light faded.
Gojo Satoru disappeared.
He had been successfully sealed.
Kenjaku: "???"
Jogo, Hanami, and the other Special Grade Cursed Spirits: "!!!"
Every one of them was stunned.
What was happening?
Was this internal conflict?
Wasn't this terrifying young man Gojo Satoru's student?
Wasn't he supposed to be helping him?
He had stolen the Prison Realm, only to turn around and use it to seal Gojo Satoru himself.
Whose side was he on?
Confusion and utter absurdity overwhelmed their already strained minds.
At the same time, in a dark corner of Shibuya Station, Kokichi Muta, operating through one of his remotely controlled puppets, witnessed everything.
He was completely shocked.
That first year student, Sol, had instantly subdued Kenjaku, stolen the Prison Realm, and then sealed Gojo Satoru.
A traitor.
He was a traitor working with the Cursed Spirits.
The thought exploded in his mind.
Without any hesitation, he immediately sent this shocking information, along with a short video clip, through a secret communication channel to every Jujutsu Sorcerer he could contact.
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