Gojo Satoru's nonsense did not dispel Megumi's doubts.
After some questioning, he learned what had happened and looked at Lynn with some surprise.
"You suppressed Sukuna's soul?"
"It's easy enough."
"..."
Megumi's eye twitched, and he switched to talking to someone else.
"Gojo-Sensei, do you have a way to extract Sukuna's finger from his body?"
"Don't know, haven't tried."
"Then..."
"Megumi, setting aside whether I can do it, even if I could, do you think he would agree?"
Unlike Megumi, after a brief encounter, Gojo Satoru realized that Lynn was not an ignorant person.
The fact that he took out Sukuna's Finger and consumed it was a fully calculated move, not a mindless act of suicide.
Considering the coincidence in timing, Gojo Satoru even suspected that Lynn had discovered Megumi and that was why he swallowed the finger.
"In any case, let's put the matter of Sukuna's Finger aside for now. I see that Lynn doesn't seem opposed to joining Tokyo Jujutsu High."
"You know the current situation in the industry; having another helper capable of annihilating a Special Grade Cursed Spirit is very important to us."
"You can give me more high-difficulty missions."
Lynn replied very cooperatively: "As long as it's not fighting a full-strength Sukuna or a Special Grade Sorcerer, I'll crush them."
"Oh, oh! That would really be a huge help!"
Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up with both hands.
"Lynn! NICE!"
Megumi: "..."
Forget it, there's no communicating on this side either.
"Um... excuse me."
Itadori, standing to the side, raised his hand: "Setting aside Lynn's thoughts for a moment, why do I have to join that Tokyo Jujutsu High too?"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head: "Don't know, but Lynn said he wanted to bring you along to join, so you can ask him."
Itadori and Megumi's gazes simultaneously turned toward Lynn.
"If you don't join Tokyo Jujutsu High, Itadori, you're very likely to end up alone and get killed. Although, joining doesn't make it much better either."
"Eh? What do you mean by 'end up alone and get killed'?"
Itadori was shocked.
He was just an ordinary person with better physical fitness, and he got along fine with his classmates on a daily basis.
He had no grudges against anyone, so who would cause trouble for him?
"You are an artificial vessel for Sukuna."
Lynn directly revealed this secret: "Unlike me, who uses force to suppress him, you can use your body's characteristics to directly seal Sukuna's Finger after consuming it."
"As long as you don't consume a large quantity of Sukuna's Finger at once, or sign some unequal contract with him, he will never be able to take over your body in your lifetime."
Megumi's eyes widened sharply: "Wait! You've got to be joking!"
"That really is explosive news."
Gojo Satoru leaned in close to Itadori again to examine him.
"You're too close."
Itadori reached out and pushed him twice.
Finding he couldn't move him; he took the initiative to step back and create some distance.
"Is being able to seal Sukuna's Finger very important?"
Gojo Satoru nodded: "Very important. According to rumors, Sukuna is a bloodthirsty monster, and no one wants to see him resurrected in this era."
Itadori: "Then why don't you look scared?"
Gojo Satoru's lips curled up: "Because I am the strongest. Even if I face Sukuna, I can win."
Itadori: "Then there's no need to be afraid, right?"
"Idiot, that's not how it works."
Megumi sighed: "Regardless of whether Gojo-Sensei can beat Sukuna, the casualties caused by his resurrection alone would be unimaginable to an ordinary person. In short, it must be avoided."
"I see."
Itadori fell into a brief silence.
To be honest, even now, he still had many doubts.
Doubts about Lynn's true identity, doubts about why he was a vessel for Sukuna, and doubts about what it meant to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
However, one thing was certain: his existence was very important, as he could restrict Sukuna's resurrection and save many people.
Recalling the last words his grandfather left before passing away over an hour ago, Itadori made a decision.
"Lynn, I'll go with you to Jujutsu High to help seal that thing called Sukuna's Finger."
...
Time moved to the next day.
Relying on the authority of a Special Grade Sorcerer, Gojo Satoru quickly helped handle the burial of Itadori's grandfather.
It was a top-tier arrangement throughout, and Itadori was very satisfied with it.
Without any lingering attachments, Itadori, now a man without weaknesses, followed Lynn and the others to Tokyo Jujutsu High.
On the way, Megumi separated from them first, while Gojo Satoru brought Lynn and Itadori before Principal Yaga Masamichi.
"How about it, Yaga! I've brought you two big treasures; now you don't have to worry about this year's performance metrics!"
"Idiot! Is this the time to discuss performance metrics!"
As the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High, Yaga Masamichi appeared to be a very stern middle-aged man on the surface.
But in reality, he was very responsible toward his students, unlike the stubborn Higher-Ups of the Jujutsu World.
After hearing Gojo Satoru's description, he immediately understood the severity of the matter.
"Yukimura Lynn, Itadori Yuji."
Looking at the two teenagers standing before him, Yaga Masamichi stood up, a faint pressure manifesting around his body.
"Do you two know what it means for you to be standing here right now?"
"What does it mean?"
Itadori tilted his head, his clear eyes filled with confusion.
"What a pain."
Yaga Masamichi clenched his fist and tapped his chest where his heart was.
"Since you don't understand, I'll spell it out for you."
"Jujutsu Sorcerers rarely have a happy ending, and consuming Sukuna's Finger means you will be sentenced to death."
"Eh! Why?!"
Itadori's eyes widened sharply: "We're helping to seal Sukuna's Finger, shouldn't we be praised for that?!"
"Because Sukuna's Finger is such a dangerous thing; if there's a chance to destroy it, the Higher-Ups won't hold back."
Gojo Satoru replied from the side.
After hearing what he said, Itadori was even more shocked: "Gojo-Sensei! Why didn't you say something like this sooner!"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Relax, you don't need to worry. The person eating the fingers right now is only Lynn."
"That makes it even more concerning!"
The optimistic Itadori had a rare headache.
"Come to think of it, this is such a serious issue, why isn't the person involved nervous at all?"
"Because Gojo Satoru isn't planning to kill me."
Lynn's expression was calm, his voice filled with confidence.
"As long as Gojo Satoru doesn't make a move, even the other three Special Grade Sorcerers couldn't kill me head-on."
"Eh? Is that so?"
This time, it was Gojo Satoru's turn to be surprised: "Aside from that slash, do you have any other trump cards?"
Lynn glanced at him: "Simply put, I won't die even if I'm cut in half at the waist, and I can still fight even if I lose my head."
Itadori: "?"
Yaga Masamichi: "?"
That statement of yours has already gone beyond the realm of being human.
"That really is an impressive trump card."
Gojo Satoru let out an exclamation of wonder as well.
Even the top-tier Reverse Cursed Technique couldn't achieve that level; this was completely in the realm of Cursed Spirits.
Satoru Gojo clapped his hands and made the decision.
"Um... what about me?"
Itadori raised his hand and asked.
Masamichi Yaga, who was about to say something, suddenly fell silent.
Compared to Lynn, who clearly had issues but could serve as immediate combat power, this one here truly knew nothing.
But letting him go wasn't very realistic either.
According to Lynn, the boy's father was the reincarnation of Sukuna's twin brother, and his mother was a conspirator who had lived for over a thousand years and now occupied the body of the deceased Suguru Geto.
If someone with such a problematic background were released, they would be used by Kenjaku even if the Higher-Ups of the Jujutsu World didn't care. Staying at Jujutsu High was the best choice.
"Satoru Gojo, take Lynn and leave first."
Masamichi Yaga took out a doll from his robe.
"I need to conduct some tests on Yuji Itadori to see if he is qualified to join the front lines."
"Alright~ I'll leave him to you then."
Satoru Gojo waved goodbye with full confidence.
He trusted Masamichi Yaga's judgment; at least it was more reliable than his own.
"Good luck, Itadori."
Lynn gave Itadori a thumbs up.
He had a pretty good relationship with the boy.
Before entering the Mist Space to gain power, he had spent most of his time staying near Itadori to feel a sense of security, which was why the two were close.
After cheering Itadori on, he followed Satoru Gojo out of Yaga's dojo.
It was June, a time when everything grew vigorously. The trees on both sides of the road exuded vibrant vitality, showing off their beauty to the academy's freshmen.
"Lynn, how do you like the school's scenery?"
"If you have something to ask, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush like this."
"Eh? Is it that obvious?"
"You should ask yourself if you're the kind of teacher who asks students about the scenery."
"Haha! True enough!"
Satoru Gojo let out a laugh.
After lamenting his lack of composure in his heart, he stopped and adjusted his blindfold.
"Then I'll ask directly."
Streams of light flickered in his pupils as his jewel-like azure eyes looked forward.
"Lynn, is everything you mentioned earlier about Kenjaku and Suguru Geto true?"
"It's true."
"What's the source of your intel?"
"Trade secret."
"Fair enough."
Satoru Gojo pulled his blindfold back down.
Lynn: "Aren't you going to press further?"
Satoru Gojo: "Everyone has secrets; there's no need to pry too much into such things. Besides, according to you, they'll come knocking sooner or later. I'll judge for myself then whether it's true or false."
If everything Lynn said was true, then he bore the primary responsibility for Suguru Geto's body being occupied.
To let his friend rest in peace, he would use any means necessary to reclaim Suguru Geto's body.
"That person named Kenjaku—besides the Prison Realm, does he have any other trump cards?"
"Not as far as I know, but he's an old monster who's lived for a thousand years after all. It's better to be cautious."
Lynn didn't hide anything on this matter.
Although he died a bit like a clown in the original story, Satoru Gojo still had real strength.
Helping him would bring more benefits than harm.
"Speaking of which, you should be free right now, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I have some things I'd like to ask you about."
"No problem."
Satoru Gojo flashed an 'OK' sign.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Since he had gotten so much intel from Lynn for free, giving something back was nothing to him.
...