A/N: I'm back!
I was planning not to update until late June, but we weren't having any exams this week, so…
Here's your chapter, and be expecting more for this week.
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Okinawa.
A beach.
Four ships slowly stopped at the beach, and men wearing black clothes stepped out, their faces and bodies tense—this was the elite group the higher-ups had gathered with the sole aim of bringing back the "kidnapped" Star Plasma Vessel.
A young man from the group approached the one leading them, his face filled with fear and disbelief.
"Takato-sama, are we really going to retrieve the Star Plasma Vessel?" the man asked fearfully.
The man leading the group of elite sorcerers, Takato, turned and stared at him coldly. "Weren't you briefed on it?"
"I-I was, but must we really retrieve the Star Plasma Vessel…?" the man asked, his voice still trembling with fear. "I heard that the one who kidnapped the Star Plasma Vessel is Gojo Satoru…"
Ever since Satoru had stepped out of the Gojo clan and enrolled in Tokyo Jujutsu High, his reputation—which was once mysterious—had finally become known, and he had gained the alias: "The Strongest of the Modern Era."
Before Takato could reply, a man standing beside the two, with blonde hair and eyes filled with arrogance, snorted. "So what? Against the three big clans, even a Special Grade sorcerer like Gojo Satoru has no other option but to compromise!"
Behind the blonde-haired man, many sorcerers also chimed in, their expressions and words filled with arrogance.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, from above came a voice.
Though it wasn't loud, all the sorcerers could mysteriously hear it, and they all looked up—immediately, their pupils constricted.
Hovering above with his hands in his pockets and his hair swaying in the wind was the target of their mission—Gojo Satoru.
Just as everyone stared at Satoru in fear—even the once-arrogant sorcerers had quieted down—the blonde sorcerer stepped forward, an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Gojo Satoru, do you wish to go against the three big clans—the entire jujutsu world?" The blonde sorcerer spread his arms, a calm, arrogant smile on his lips. "No matter how strong you are, or whether you're the next Gojo clan head, right now you have no other option but to give up."
"Oh. Is that so?" Satoru stared at the man, his expression unreadable. "And who are you?"
The man's smile widened. "Ren. Ren Zenin."
"I see. I've seen your basis for being arrogant." Satoru slowly raised his hand. "But do you know? Those selected to fight against me are simply…"
"…disposable pawns."
Swoosh!
Satoru's hand pressed down slightly, but Ren and the others felt an immeasurable pressure press on their bodies, their knees buckling under the weight.
"Gah…!" Ren Zenin's eyes widened. "If you kill me, the Zenin clan won't—"
"You talk too much." Satoru calmly said, bringing his hand down. Immediately, under the stunned gaze of many, Ren's face slowly turned blue his expression filled with struggle, and then he fell to the floor, his chest still—dead.
Like a domino effect, sorcerer after sorcerer fell like cut trees, their faces blue and their expressions filled with pain.
Takato stared at the scene in shock, disbelief, and fear, noticing that it was only those who had insulted Satoru who were killed.
After killing twenty men, Satoru released the pressure on the sorcerers, his brows slightly furrowed. No matter how indifferent he acted, deep down he still felt a wave of nausea staring at the dead sorcerers—but it was necessary. Necessary to send a message to the higher-ups.
Satoru turned and stared at Takato.
"Tell the higher-ups: Riko Amanai is under my protection, and I will be resuming classes on Monday."
After leaving those words, Satoru vanished.
The group of sorcerers who had been kneeling stared at each other.
"Takato-sama… should we really still retrieve the Star Plasma Vessel?" the young sorcerer asked again.
Takato didn't reply. Instead, he stared at the place Satoru once hovered, then he turned and stared at the young sorcerer, calmly uttering three words:
"Are you stupid?"
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The news of the defeat of the elite sorcerers in the hands of Gojo Satoru soon spread in the jujutsu world causing it to ripple with shock, sorcerers everywhere both in Japan and out eagerly awaited the response of the higher-ups...yet the higher-ups acted like nothing happened becoming quiet.
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Okinawa.
" Bye!" Riko waved at her friends as she left the school encountering Satoru who leaned on a pole.
" Good afternoon" Satoru greeted her with a smile.
" Did something good happen?" Reiko asked as she walked and stood beside Satoru, " Your expression seems more joyful"
" Mhm. Something good did happen. You and I are finally free" Satoru said causing Riko eyes to widen.
" That's great!" Riko beamed as she heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since knowing she had escaped from the clutches of the higher-ups, Riki knew she was clearly an illegal person in the jujutsu world that's why no matter how hard she tried to hide it a feeling of gloom still surrounded her.
" Since we're finally free let's go out!" Riko said as she placed a hand on her hips, " Come on! I'll treat you to ramen!"
" Mhm" Satoru nodded and followed her.
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An unknown Japanese house.
The higher-ups hidden behind transparent wooden sliding doors stayed silent.
It was already 5 hours since the defeat of their elite teams and the battle had already spread through the jujutsu world bringing not only shame to the two big clans—The Gojo clan wasn't included since Satoru was their young master—but also to the higher-ups
" What should we do we can't just let Gojo Satoru slap us across the face and go free" An elder voice finally broke the silence that permeates the air.
" I have a plan..." That same voice which had supported supported and brought about every attack against Satoru sounded again, this time most of the higher-ups had noticed the prejudice the owner of this voice held for Gojo Satoru as if he were a clan members from the Zenin or Kamo.
"...but we must all first do a binding bow" The voice added
All the higher-ups were quiet for a while before they did the vow.
[We won't let any plan made in this meeting known by anyone except us or else we would die]
" That's good..." The voice said, " ...My plan is simple since we can't touch Gojo Satoru himself why don't we focus on his friends...like Geto Suguru"
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