Tokyo Jujutsu High — Operating Room
On the cold operating table, Yuji Itadori's body lay covered with a white sheet.
Satoru Gojo, who had rushed back immediately, wore a dark expression.
"Facing a Special Grade and trying to save hostages… and they only sent first-years."
"They couldn't do anything to me, so they chose to dispose of Yuji in a 'respectable' way…?"
Gojo bared his teeth in a crazed grin.
"Maybe I should just kill all those old bastards in the higher-ups."
Beside him, Kiyotaka Ijichi looked uneasy, unable to bring himself to speak.
"Where's that guy?" Gojo asked, turning toward the silent Megumi Fushiguro.
"Even Sukuna with three fingers couldn't stop it—where did that useless guy go?"
Fushiguro lifted his gaze and replied in a low voice:
"After Mirai-sensei brought Yuji back… he said he was going to the Kamo clan to demand an explanation."
"Heh."
"So he's not too fond of those old fossils either."
One of the Three Great Families — The Kamo Clan
The "Mirai" mentioned by Fushiguro was being respectfully escorted by a steward into the clan head's main hall.
"I'm really curious… where did you learn all this information?"
Inside the sealed room, the one sitting in the clan head's seat… was Suguru Geto's body.
"Even if the identity of Kamo Noritoshi still exists, he's long been branded an evil sorcerer by the jujutsu world."
A trace of curiosity appeared on Geto's face.
"So how did you find out that I control the Kamo clan?"
Mirai walked to the window, looking down at the training ground below, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
"Let's skip the nonsense. Kenjaku—let's make another deal."
"Oh~?"
Kenjaku spread his hands and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"I don't think there's anything left I need from you."
"And don't forget—you still owe me a chance to make a move against Gojo, don't you?"
Before coming here, Mirai had already contacted Kenjaku.
Kenjaku had his own reasons for showing up.
At least until sealing Gojo, he didn't want to antagonize Mirai and risk disrupting his plans.
But a binding vow only worked if both sides benefited—Kenjaku had no intention of making a losing deal.
Mirai turned calmly.
"You don't have much time left to act. You'd better prepare your plan soon."
"As for what you need…"
"I won't expose the coordinates you plan to place into Tengen's domain. I can also help you cover your infiltration into the school."
Watching Kenjaku's expression gradually darken, Mirai smiled.
"Does that count?"
This went beyond mere intelligence.
Plans he hadn't even executed yet… seemed already known by the other party.
Suppressing his shock, Kenjaku coldly replied:
"A threat?"
"I don't know what you're plotting, but…"
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"I can abandon this thousand-year plan and wait for the next one."
"Time means nothing to me."
"I can wait. Can you?"
After a moment of silence, Mirai smiled.
"We're old friends. No need to make things so tense."
"For you, it's just a small favor. Helping a friend—you wouldn't refuse, right?"
"…Is that so?"
Catching the brief hesitation on Mirai's face, Kenjaku narrowed his eyes.
"It seems I play quite an important role in your plans."
"You could say that."
Some things… could only be done by Kenjaku.
"Heh."
"Then let's hear this 'small favor' of yours."
In Kenjaku's world, those he called "friends" had to meet two conditions:
First—be interesting enough not to bore him.
Second—be strong enough to stand on equal footing.
Mirai satisfied both.
And those who had once been called his "friends"… were all dead.
A Domain of Blood and Bones
Within a domain built from blood and bones—
Ryomen Sukuna wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, killing intent flickering in his lowered gaze.
"How about this—we fight here."
"If you win, I'll revive you unconditionally."
"If you lose, you revive under the binding vow I set."
Hearing this, Yuji—who had just landed a sneak punch—grinned confidently.
"No problem, just watch m—"
Slash.
Before he could finish, Sukuna flicked a finger impatiently.
A crimson blade shot out in an instant.
Yuji's vision went black.
His skull split cleanly, falling into the blood-red surface below.
Back in the Operating Room
Shoko Ieiri, wearing medical gloves, asked curiously:
"Are you planning to watch while I dissect him?"
Gojo and the others were about to leave—
when they suddenly froze.
Shoko turned—and went blank.
He just sat up.
The corpse on the table… suddenly sat upright.
"Heh…"
Gojo chuckled, covering his forehead, unable to stop smiling.
"Welcome back, Yuji."
Still disoriented from preparing to fight Sukuna, Yuji opened his eyes to Gojo's grin.
Warmth filled his chest.
He instinctively smiled and raised his hand.
Just as Gojo was about to ask about the mission, his phone rang.
"Huh?"
Seeing the caller ID, Gojo looked surprised.
"What's with today…?"
"A big shot I haven't heard from in ages…"
He answered with a grin.
"Calling me… to apologize?"
Another Medical Room
Ten meters away, Nobara Kugisaki lay quietly on a hospital bed.
Beside her, a White Zetsu watched a movie on his phone, waiting for her to wake up.
He had a lot he wanted to brag about.
The moment Yuji revived, the Zetsu grinned.
"Nice cut!"
"This violent girl really does remind me of a delinquent!"
The movie played loudly as he commented excitedly.
Nobara's lips twitched slightly.
"From now on, your nickname is 'Thirteen Sister'!"
Damn mama's-boy curse!
Damn gangster movie!
Nobara clenched her toes and fists beneath the blanket.
Her injuries had already been healed—she was just pretending to be unconscious.
Because she didn't want to deal with his smug face.
But now… she was reaching her limit.
"Others have Gang Thirteen Sister—so you're Tokyo Thirteen Sister!"
"Brilliant! Brilliant!"
The Zetsu shook his head proudly.
"Mommy's boy!"
A sudden shout.
The Zetsu turned—meeting Nobara's furious glare.
His grin widened.
Finally—time to deliver his prepared speech!
"You're finally awake, Thirteen Sister! I—"
BAM!
His vision went black.
A bare foot slammed into his face.
As he fell, he saw only Nobara's retreating figure at the door.
"Damn it!!!"
"Thirteen Sister! I curse you!!!"
His speech—once again—cut short.
His furious roar echoed through the entire floor.