"Relax."
White Zetsu plopped down on Maki's desk, looking completely arrogant.
"I won't even need to step in personally. That brat Mirai will handle everything."
Heh.
The others stared at White Zetsu as he boasted loudly, utterly speechless.
If they hadn't seen him trembling in fear earlier when he was surrounded by cursed spirits, they might actually have believed him.
"The so-called higher-ups of Jujutsu High are just elders sent by the Three Great Clans to sit around in authority."
White Zetsu waved his hand dismissively.
"If those old fossils dare refuse, then at worst I'll just—"
"White Zetsu!"
Maki suddenly interrupted him, her expression serious.
"Forget those scum from the Zenin clan—but don't you dare lay a hand on ordinary humans."
"Even if Mirai protects you, the moment you harm a normal human… Jujutsu High will never let you go."
Maki warned him solemnly.
In her eyes, Mirai was extremely strong—very strong.
But the teacher already standing at the very peak of the sorcerer world was Gojo-sensei, an existence close to invincible.
Because she understood both of their personalities too well, Maki kept warning him again and again.
She didn't want anything to happen to White Zetsu.
And she certainly didn't want a battle between Mirai and Gojo to break out because of him.
"Relax, little Maki. You don't need to worry about me."
White Zetsu waved it off casually.
"Everything you're thinking about? Mirai already warned me in advance."
"Besides, since that guy came to Jujutsu High to be a teacher, how could I possibly stay back in that dump?"
Maki frowned.
"What do you mean?"
White Zetsu spread his hands.
"If he's coming here to teach, he can't exactly do it without students, right?"
"…No way?!"
Panda jumped to his feet in shock.
"Don't tell me you're planning to enroll at Jujutsu High as a cursed spirit student?!"
"Yes!"
Night fell, and a full moon hung high in the sky.
Inside a small standalone building not far from the teaching block—
Mirai leaned back on the sofa while White Zetsu sprawled in front of the television.
After listening to White Zetsu recount what happened in the classroom, Mirai spoke quietly.
"Everyone else doesn't matter much, but you should still watch out for Satoru Gojo."
"Don't go around provoking people with that mouth of yours."
"You're a hidden card I don't want revealed so soon."
"You don't trust my acting skills?" White Zetsu grinned wickedly.
"Moving secretly through the shadows… that's a cursed spirit's specialty."
"Besides, I'm actually looking forward to life at Jujutsu High."
"A sorcerer bringing along a cursed spirit like me to exorcise other cursed spirits…"
White Zetsu rested his hands behind his head and chuckled.
"Just imagining the scene is exciting."
Mirai tapped away on his phone expressionlessly, large amounts of information being sent to someone on the other end.
"As long as you're happy."
"But until they stop suspecting you, the job won't start yet."
"So just enjoy your 'exciting' Jujutsu High life for now."
"Yeah, yeah."
White Zetsu responded absentmindedly while watching a food program on TV.
"Oh right."
"There's something I've been curious about."
White Zetsu paused the TV with the remote and tilted his head toward Mirai.
"At the Zenin clan estate, you're the absolute authority—completely untouchable."
"Other than those two girls, Maki and Mai, I've never seen you smile at anyone."
"But after coming to Jujutsu High…"
"In just a few hours, I've seen you smiling so much your mouth is practically crooked."
Mirai lifted his eyes from his phone and shot White Zetsu a cold glance.
"To me, the Zenin clan doesn't even qualify as pets."
"At best, they're simply tools that happen to be convenient to use."
"Have you ever seen someone smile at their tools?"
"I see."
White Zetsu shrugged.
"You bring the Zenin clan extraordinary prestige, and in return they obey your every command."
"In this cursed world… that really is the principle of equivalent exchange."
He grinned.
"Then what about Gojo?"
"Between the two of you now… who's stronger?"
After sending the final message on his phone, Mirai's lips curved into a cold smile.
"Who knows…"
At the same time—
Inside the corridor of the teaching building.
After working overtime analyzing information about Suguru Geto and the accuracy of the upcoming Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, Masamichi Yaga immediately went to find Gojo.
"Gojo, rein in your personality."
"You're not that reckless high school student anymore. You're a teacher guiding students now."
Yaga spoke earnestly.
"I know you're interested in the Zenin clan head's technique, but you need to think about the consequences."
"He represents the face of the Zenin clan. You represent the Gojo clan."
"If the two of you really fight, regardless of who wins, it will be a disaster for the entire jujutsu world."
Gojo leaned against the railing, silently gazing at the small building in the distance.
It was unclear whether he had actually listened to Yaga's long lecture.
But at least the current Gojo wouldn't just turn around, write "so annoying," and run off.
Because now, the only person left who could still lecture him like this… was Yaga.
There used to be another one who loved long speeches…
Shaking off the stray thoughts, Gojo replied softly:
"I'm not that impulsive."
"Showing up and beating someone up just because I'm curious…"
"I fixed that bad habit a few years ago."
Seeing the suspicion on Yaga's face, Gojo raised a hand.
"I promise."
Yaga finally sighed in relief and followed Gojo's gaze.
"Let's put the Zenin clan head aside for now."
"That high-intelligence cursed spirit… did you notice anything unusual?"
During the day, Yaga had been paying close attention to White Zetsu.
Through visual observation and cursed energy sensing, he hadn't detected anything different from other cursed spirits.
That was why he asked his student—Gojo, the possessor of the Six Eyes.
The hereditary trait of the Gojo clan that appears only once every few hundred years.
It grants long-distance vision with no blind spots and the ability to track and predict the flow of cursed energy.
Even the special bandages covering Gojo's eyes were only meant to suppress the overwhelming influx of information—they didn't actually hinder his vision.
"His strength isn't hidden. He's genuinely just a weak Grade-4."
"But that cursed spirit called White Zetsu…"
"The feedback I get from the Six Eyes… is strange."
A hint of confusion appeared on Gojo's face.
"If you say he's like a cursed spirit…"
"He feels more like a walking corpse."
"A walking corpse?"
Yaga repeated the words, frowning.
If even Gojo's Six Eyes couldn't see through it, then there were only two possibilities.
Either White Zetsu really was just an accidental anomaly.
Or Zenin Mirai—and that cursed spirit—were secretly plotting something against Jujutsu High.
"Alright. As long as you're sure he only has Grade-4 strength, that's enough."
"I'll assign a dedicated assistant supervisor to keep an eye on him."
As he spoke, Yaga looked up at the full moon, a complicated expression appearing on his face.
"Now I need to tell you about something else…"
"The plan that Jujutsu High has drawn up…"
"For the subjugation of Suguru Geto."