"Interesting… this is really interesting!"
Satoru Gojo tugged the bandage from the corner of his eye with one hand. His pale blue eyes, misted with white haze, reflected the youthful face of Zenin Mirai.
This young sorcerer—six or seven years younger than him—wasn't much older than his own students.
An unregistered special-grade cursed spirit.
A pair of unusual eyes similar to his own.
The high-intelligence cursed spirit White Zetsu…
Watching the calm expression on Mirai's face, Gojo's lips curled upward. The impulsiveness he'd had in his high school years slowly surged back into his chest.
Azure cursed energy spilled out.
A terrifying gravitational pull erupted from Gojo's palm.
The reaction from Masamichi Yaga was immediate. Fluorescent light flashed as he grabbed Maki Zenin by the collar and leapt far away.
In an instant—
Countless fallen leaves on the ground spiraled upward with a violent rustling sound.
The railing nearest to them trembled violently, cracking again and again.
Interesting!
To think he could ignore even this level of gravitational force!
Glancing at their still-overlapping palms, the wildness in Gojo's eyes only deepened.
The next second—
A transparent shockwave surged outward.
A terrifying repulsive force exploded!
The railing in front of them shattered instantly and shot into the distance.
The swirling leaves were blasted apart in midair into dark red powder.
The ground beneath their feet split open, spiderweb cracks spreading in all directions.
Even that couldn't drag him out of the void…
He seemed to be standing right there, yet in reality he existed in another empty space.
Unless it was certain special techniques—
For example, Toge Inumaki's Cursed Speech.
Or special cursed tools—such as the Inverted Spear of Heaven, which forcibly nullifies techniques.
Or the guaranteed hit effect of a Domain Expansion.
To break this person's defense, the attack would need to at least cause spatial vibrations… or collapse the space itself.
Within just a few seconds, relying on the feedback from the Six Eyes, Gojo further analyzed the information of Mirai's technique.
Gojo raised an eyebrow.
This move… was somewhat similar to the halting effect of his own Limitless.
"GOJO SATORU!!!"
Yaga's furious shout snapped him out of his immersion in analyzing cursed techniques.
Seeing the mess before him, Gojo hurriedly reined in his cursed energy.
"Sorry, sorry."
His completely insincere apology nearly caused Yaga to explode.
If there weren't outsiders present, Yaga would have punched him twice on the head without hesitation.
Yaga stepped forward and shoved Gojo aside.
"This brat always acts like this whenever he encounters a technique he doesn't understand," he said sincerely.
"My deepest apologies, Mirai-sensei."
"Please don't worry, Principal. I don't mind."
A faint smile appeared on Mirai's lips.
"Curiosity getting the better of someone—it's understandable."
"After all, Teacher Gojo is still young. Everyone goes through a bit of youthful recklessness."
"Heh…"
Gojo paused while wrapping the bandage back around his eyes. The corners of his mouth slowly spread into a somewhat unhinged grin.
Azure cursed energy began to churn again.
"Mei Mei! Take Mirai-sensei into the school for me. I need to handle something urgent with Gojo!"
"Panda, take the students back to class for self-study. It's still lesson time!"
Yaga grabbed Gojo and ran while shouting instructions.
He was terrified that Gojo and the newly arrived head of the Zenin clan would start fighting right here at the academy.
Yaga knew Gojo's personality too well.
And Mirai didn't seem like the type to take things lying down either.
Saying he didn't mind?
Total nonsense.
In the hallway of the teaching building, Mei Mei led a man and a cursed spirit toward the newly renovated teachers' room.
Looking at the tall and elegant woman ahead of him, Mirai spoke softly.
"Miss Mei Mei, how about we exchange contact information?"
Mei Mei paused mid-step, surprise flashing across her face.
"Whoa, you bold old baby!"
White Zetsu, walking at the back, jumped in place with bulging eyes.
"You're way too direct, brother!! Where did you learn that pickup line?!"
"At the very least you should start with something like 'You look just like someone I know.'"
Mirai's mouth twitched.
"Get lost before I sew your mouth shut and lock you up for a few more years."
White Zetsu's expression changed instantly, seemingly recalling a particularly unpleasant past experience.
"I'm kindly giving you advice and you don't even appreciate it!"
Seeing Mirai's increasingly dangerous gaze, White Zetsu turned and sprinted away.
"I'll go check on my niece first—won't interrupt your flirting~"
Too lazy to explain, Mirai took out his phone and said quietly:
"I have a few business deals. I think Miss Mei Mei might be interested."
"Oh?"
Mei Mei brushed aside her ponytail, a gleam appearing in her eyes.
"Business from the head of the Zenin clan? That does sound intriguing."
After exchanging contact information, Mirai stated plainly:
"Capture a Grade-1 cursed spirit alive — ten million."
"Special grade… one hundred million."
Mei Mei's red lips parted slightly.
"The payment is very satisfying. But…"
"Transporting cursed spirit bodies isn't exactly convenient. And Grade-1 or Special Grade cursed spirits aren't exactly everywhere."
Mirai smiled faintly.
"If cursed spirits are inconvenient… sorcerers will do."
Ever since the Gedō Mazō evolved, cursed spirits below Grade-1 could only provide a tiny amount of cursed energy.
To evolve again, it required far denser, more concentrated high-level cursed energy.
Mei Mei froze briefly.
Then the corners of her lips lifted.
"Deal."
Inside the classroom—
"Man, Maki, your brother is way too strong!"
Panda leaned over his desk, face full of gossip.
"Not only did he instantly kill a Grade-1 sorcerer, even Gojo-sensei couldn't break his technique earlier!"
"And also—what's up with that cursed spirit uncle of yours?"
Not just Panda—Inumaki and Okkotsu were also listening attentively.
"Maki… Panda!"
"If you ever call that idiot my uncle again… I'll split you in half!"
Maki gritted her teeth, gripping her spear.
Panda quickly waved his hands in surrender—only to be interrupted by the violent sound of a door being kicked open.
BANG!
"Maki-chan! Un—"
"I came to see you."
Seeing the spear in Maki's hand and the sparks in her eyes, White Zetsu swallowed hard and quickly changed his words.
His gaze shifted.
White Zetsu suddenly rushed forward and hugged Panda excitedly.
"Panda! Let me inhale—let me inhale—"
With the cursed spirit clinging to his back and loudly sniffing, Panda suppressed the urge to punch him as goosebumps covered his panda fur.
It wasn't that Panda disliked White Zetsu.
But after years of fighting cursed spirits, having one this close to his body triggered an instinctive rejection.
"Why did Mirai suddenly come to Jujutsu High to be a teacher?"
Maki stood up and asked in confusion.
After taking several deep "sniffs," White Zetsu didn't feel the supposed joy of "inhaling cats" that Mirai had described.
Jumping down from Panda, he clicked his tongue.
"Do you really think that brat Mirai is the type to explain things to me?"
As he spoke, he walked toward Okkotsu and Inumaki, repeatedly extending his hand.
"Hello classmate, hello classmate."
Yuta Okkotsu blushed slightly as he reached out to shake it. He didn't resist White Zetsu's contact much.
After all, Yuta had grown up with a special-grade cursed spirit constantly by his side.
"Why are you acting so friendly?" Maki frowned.
"Shouldn't you hurry back to the estate? Aren't you afraid someone will exorcise you?"
Maki wasn't disgusted by White Zetsu.
She was just worried.
At the Zenin estate, Mirai's authority meant no one dared to touch White Zetsu no matter how weak he was.
But here at Jujutsu High…
A wandering Grade-4 cursed spirit might get slapped out of existence by someone at any moment.