Kanagawa Prefectural Riosakura High School.
The bright sunlight outside the windows was completely blocked by a barrier.
Just like the scene reflected in Yuji's eyes—utterly bleak.
Yoshino Junpei… the first friend Yuji made in the outside world after enrolling at Jujutsu High.
Just like him, he liked watching bizarre, grotesque movies…
And just like him, he had suffered a cruel fate.
Looking down at the curse before him, tears welling in his eyes, Yuji opened his mouth—but not a single word came out.
The grotesque curse in front of him… was his friend, Yoshino Junpei.
A transfigured curse, twisted from a human.
On the verge of death, Junpei clutched Yuji's pant leg, his voice filled with confusion and sorrow.
"Yuji… why?"
Why had he been bullied at school when he had done nothing wrong—ignored by both classmates and teachers?
Why had his kind mother, who raised him with so much love, been killed by a curse because of Sukuna's finger?
Why… do good people never get a good ending?
There were no answers.
As Junpei's hand fell limp, the last trace of life faded with it.
"Heh… hahaha!"
Shrill laughter echoed through the school corridor, ringing in Yuji's ears.
"So he died just like that?"
"Looks like my technique was still a bit too rough."
The humanoid curse covered in stitches—Mahito—stood across from Yuji, laughing so hard he bent over.
A wicked curse who manipulates souls.
The one responsible for everything before him.
Yuji lifted his gaze, staring straight at Mahito. The fury in his eyes burned like tangible flames.
For the first time…
He felt a genuine, killing intent toward a single individual.
For the first time!
"BOOM!"
Yuji's fist, reinforced with cursed energy, slammed directly into Mahito's grinning face!
Tokyo — Jujutsu High
The sky was clear, cicadas buzzing.
Kugisaki and Fushiguro, tasked with errands, stood in front of a vending machine, speaking in low voices.
"Fushiguro… about White Zetsu, he didn't—"
"Don't ask. I really don't know!"
Kugisaki's carefully chosen words were cut off without mercy.
At the mention of White Zetsu, both their expressions darkened.
If it weren't for that phone call back then…
If it weren't for Gojo's orders…
How could they have done that to White Zetsu—to their own companion?
Doubting a comrade. Suspecting the one who saved their lives.
Every second they stayed around White Zetsu felt suffocating.
Especially for Kugisaki.
For the past half month of training, she had tolerated his show-off behavior—sometimes even playing along.
White Zetsu might think it was out of gratitude for saving her…
But in truth, it was just her guilt.
"After this is over… let's properly apologize to White Zetsu-senpai."
"…Yeah."
Kugisaki nodded firmly.
"I believe in him. He's not that kind of… person!"
"It must be that blindfolded idiot got scammed over the phone."
"When the time comes, we'll explain everything—and go yell at that bastard together with White Zetsu!"
"Hey, hey, Maki!"
Perched lazily atop a tree, basking in the sun, White Zetsu waved excitedly.
"I spotted my niece Mai over there~"
"She's with some burly guy—let's go take a look!"
He leapt down eagerly, his expression instantly turning nosy.
Maki frowned, following behind with her staff in hand.
"The 'burly guy' White Zetsu mentioned… is probably Todo."
Panda, walking beside her, sighed.
"It's just a meeting between higher-ups, yet those two troublemakers show up."
Maki glanced in the direction White Zetsu ran, quickening her pace.
"Those two…"
"Looks like they're heading to pick on my errand girl."
"Inumaki."
Toge nodded seriously.
"…Fushiguro, right?"
A shirtless man stood before him—his sharply defined muscles like carved stone.
With a black topknot and a scar stretching from his forehead to below his eye, he exuded a fierce aura.
Aoi Todo stared coldly at Fushiguro.
"Let me see whether you're worthy of taking Okkotsu's place!"
Before the words even finished—
Todo vanished.
A fist the size of a sandbag shot straight toward Fushiguro's head!
So fast!
Before he could process it, Fushiguro raised his arms to block—only to be blown back by overwhelming force!
"Gama!"
He summoned a shikigami, forced into counterattack.
But—
With cursed energy surging through his legs, Todo slipped past the shikigami in an instant and appeared behind him!
His arms clamped down like iron pincers around Fushiguro's waist—
"Show me some spirit, Fushiguro!"
He slammed him down in a brutal suplex. Stones shattered.
Fushiguro's head struck the ground hard, blood instantly flooding his vision.
"That's all you've got?"
Todo cracked his neck, looking down in disappointment.
What the hell is this guy's problem?!
First asking what kind of woman he likes… then suddenly attacking?!
Kyoto sorcerers really are all insane!
Fushiguro slowly stood, anger rising in his eyes.
"If you're going to push it that far… then I'll play along!"
Seeing him form hand signs, Todo grinned.
"BOOM!"
By the time White Zetsu arrived to "watch the drama," there was no romantic scene involving Mai—
Only his disciple, Fushiguro Megumi… getting brutally beaten by Mai's rumored boyfriend.
From White Zetsu's perspective:
Fushiguro looked like a frightened little rabbit being mauled by a muscular baboon.
The worm at his collar opened its mouth—
White Zetsu raised his hand and fired!
A pink cursed-energy beam streaked across hundreds of meters in an instant!
"BOOM!"
Smoke exploded.
Fushiguro, covered in blood, was stunned.
"You've got guts—beating my disciple like that!"
White Zetsu's voice rang out.
A figure stepped out of the smoke—burn marks faintly visible on his forearm muscles.
If Todo hadn't reacted fast, gathering cursed energy into his arms to block, he might've actually been injured.
Todo frowned as he looked at Bai Jue.
Just like Sukuna's vessel that Gojo protected…
This humanoid curse was another warped existence nurtured by powerful figures.
He dismissed the thought, crouching slightly as cursed energy surged.
"Before we fight… I'll ask one more time."
"Curse—what kind of woman do you like?"
"…No—what kind of curse do you like?"
Depending on the answer, Todo wouldn't care who stood behind him.
If interesting—even a curse could be his friend.
If boring—even a sorcerer wasn't worth his respect.
White Zetsu froze for a moment, a strange look in his eyes.
This "baboon" in front of him… clearly wasn't normal either.
One hand on his hip, the other playing with his pink revolver, White Zetsu pondered.
After a moment—
"Well… first, they've got to be about a thousand meters tall."
"The legs should be short and thin. And a single red eye!"
"Oh, right!"
He raised his voice enthusiastically.
"They also need ten long tails!"
Fushiguro twitched at the corner of his mouth.
A thousand meters tall… short legs… one eye… ten tails…
What the hell is he describing?!
Then he glanced at Todo—and froze.
Tears streaming down his face. A look of utter despair.
Todo sniffed, the ground beneath him beginning to crack.
"…Wrong!"
His voice trembled with anger as his cursed energy exploded.
"As expected of a curse—your taste is completely inhuman!"
"You actually like short legs?! That's so damn boring!"
"BOOM!"
The ground collapsed beneath his feet as Todo's iron fist shot toward White Zetsu's chest!
Fushiguro, too late to stop it, was shocked—but one thought crossed his mind:
He focused on the short legs part?!
Todo's brain… is definitely broken.
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