"Ieiri Shoko!"
Yaga bared his teeth, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted.
Noticing that Yaga was about to start lecturing, Shoko waved her hand.
"Don't get so angry. I asked Mirai beforehand."
Yaga paused, confusion in his voice.
"Mirai-sensei… agreed?"
Shoko's expression remained calm.
"No."
"He told me to ask White Zetsu directly."
Yaga's expression tightened.
"So White Zetsu agreed?"
Shoko hesitated slightly.
"He probably… agreed."
Probably?
The corners of Yaga's, Maki's, and the others' mouths twitched slightly.
If Shoko hadn't healed Maki countless times since they entered Jujutsu High…
And if White Zetsu's body hadn't yet turned into ashes…
Maki would have already started yelling.
"Can you explain what you mean by probably agreed?" Yaga asked through gritted teeth.
They hadn't found Satoru Gojo in the teaching building, and they couldn't contact him either.
With all that anger bottled up and nowhere to vent it, Shoko pulled this stunt.
Yaga felt like he was about to suffer internal injuries from holding it in.
Turning her head to avoid Yaga's furious gaze, Shoko looked slightly guilty.
"When I arrived at the training ground, White Zetsu was already unconscious on the ground."
"Before the surgery started, I asked him."
Shoko took a light drag from her cigarette, her eyes drifting away.
"Since he didn't respond… that should count as tacit agreement, right…"
"Shoko, you—!"
Yaga rolled up his sleeves, clearly preparing to deliver a loving iron fist.
Seeing this, Panda quickly grabbed him from behind.
"Principal, alright, alright."
"The students are all watching. Let's not start hitting people."
"Let's call Mirai-sensei over first."
When he was just a teacher, he had to clean up after his students.
Now that he had become the principal…
He was still cleaning up their mess!
Yaga shook off Panda's hold and shot Shoko a fierce glare before taking out his phone and making a call.
Shoko glanced over Maki and the others before her gaze finally settled on the pale figure lying on the operating table.
The cigarette between her fingers slowly burned.
At that moment, her expression was unusually heavy.
"Principal Yaga, Miss Shoko."
Walking into the infirmary, Mirai greeted them with a smile.
"Brother Mirai, White Zetsu—!"
Mirai waved his hand toward Maki.
"I already know. It's fine."
Looking at Yaga, who appeared somewhat uneasy, Mirai smiled.
"Principal, don't worry about it. Just think of it as anesthesia Shoko used before the surgery."
"Miss Shoko fulfilled her wish, and White Zetsu didn't feel any pain. That's good."
Yaga stepped forward and patted Mirai on the shoulder, looking touched.
"Mirai-sensei, you're really so understanding."
Mirai nodded gently, then walked over to the operating table.
Looking at White Zetsu, whose body had been cut into five pieces, Mirai said nothing.
He directly stored the broken body into his Kamui space.
"Principal Yaga, I may need to take some leave for a while. I hope you'll approve it."
As a teacher at Jujutsu High, Mirai wasn't only responsible for teaching students.
He also had to carry out missions to exorcise cursed spirits.
Yaga nodded.
"That's only right. Mirai-sensei, go back to the Zen'in household and rest properly. I'll explain the situation to the higher-ups."
After staying inside Gojo's domain for nearly a full minute, the fact that Mirai hadn't collapsed on the spot already meant he was very strong.
And with White Zetsu severely injured by Shoko, Yaga had no reason to refuse.
"Then, Principal Yaga, Miss Shoko—I'll be leaving first."
"And Maki, remember to get along well with your companions. As for White Zetsu, you don't need to worry."
Mirai smiled kindly at everyone before turning around and leaving.
The moment his back faced them, the smile on his face disappeared.
His expression turned ice-cold.
Shoko narrowed her eyes as she watched his departing figure, her brows tightly furrowed.
Night — Zen'in Clan Cursed Storage Vault
The cursed storage vault had collapsed several times in succession and had undergone multiple expansions and renovations.
Years ago, the third underground level of the vault had already grown to rival the size of the surface estate.
But the secrets hidden within the last two underground levels…
Even Zen'in Naobito, the former clan head and leader of the Hei, knew nothing about them.
The first level of the vault stored all of the Zen'in clan's cursed tools.
It was also the place where captured cursed spirits were handed in.
As for the remaining two levels…
Among the Zen'in sorcerers, the only one still allowed to enter them was Zen'in Ju, the man who had once been assigned to investigate curse users.
Back then, Ju had his left arm crippled by Mirai during the meeting in the conference room.
The fact that he was still alive now meant that his mission had succeeded.
Naobito looked at the young man beside him with a complicated expression.
Over the past ten years, the number of Zen'in sorcerers who had died ranked first among the Three Great Families.
An overwhelming first place.
Some died during the heavy flow of missions.
Others died as punishment from the young man beside him.
Naobito did not regret handing over the position of clan head to Mirai back then.
He was only worried…
When Mirai eventually reached the very peak of the jujutsu world—
How many people would still remain in the Zen'in clan?
The two arrived at the entrance to the cursed vault.
A layer of pitch-black barrier wrapped around the entire underground entrance.
Mirai's black pupils instantly transformed into Mangekyō Sharingan.
The moment that terrifying cursed energy flickered into existence—
Even Naobito, a Grade 1 sorcerer, felt a tremor deep within his soul.
Soon after, a door-shaped passage opened inside the black barrier.
On the other side of the passage, Zen'in Ju, now left with only his right arm, stood respectfully with his head bowed.
Mirai stepped inside with an indifferent expression.
His crimson eyes continuously scanned everything within the barrier.
That cold gaze seemed capable of penetrating thick stone walls, piercing through the cursed energy sealing the underground entrance.
It was as if nothing could escape his sight.
The three of them entered the first room of the vault where cursed tools were stored.
Mirai gave Ju a cold order.
"Deliver the experience and intelligence regarding the Ten Shadows Technique to Satoru Gojo at Jujutsu High tomorrow."
"And withdraw sixty million yen in cash. Hand it directly to Mei Mei at the school."
"Yes!"
Handing over the Zen'in clan's treasured technique to their rival, the Gojo clan…
Such an outrageous order—
Yet Ju accepted it without hesitation.
After retrieving the Ten Shadows information from the cursed tool vault, he left the barrier.
He still needed to find Jinichi outside to prepare the cash, then wait until dawn to depart for Jujutsu High.
This efficiency was nothing unusual.
Over the past ten years…
The Zen'in sorcerers who were still alive had long since been shaped into Mirai's mold.
"Old man, come with me."
"From now on, you'll be responsible for the work on the second underground floor."
Mirai spoke calmly as he walked to the entrance of the second underground level and knocked on the black barrier covering the door.
Inside the vault, every underground floor was layered with another barrier.
Their defensive power wasn't particularly strong.
They mainly served as early warning systems.
After all, high-level barrier users were extremely rare—not only in the Zen'in clan but in the entire jujutsu world.
Among those Mirai remembered…
There were only Kenjaku (the brain) and Tengen the Immortal.
"Hey~ hey~"
"Coming, coming!"
"Are the cursed spirits being delivered this quickly this time?"
From behind the opened barrier of the second underground level came a cheerful voice.
Golden hair tied into a crooked side ponytail.
Three pink-purple triangular markings beneath each eye.
The person who appeared—
The curse user Haruta Shigemo.