Well—
one could only say that Jogo's self-awareness was rather accurate.
These thoughts were indeed too immature, the kind of ideas born from the syndrome that human children unconsciously contract when they first enter middle school, possessing a certain beauty of innocence and childishness.
The biggest logical flaw was that even he knew Cursed Spirits were brewed from human curses.
If humanity were truly exterminated, then wouldn't Cursed Spirits also go extinct?
What future for Cursed Spirits would even remain to discuss?
He would be destroying the very root of his own future.
Before this, Jogo had never doubted his ideals until he heard Mahito's, which made him realize the flaw in his logic.
The reason he followed Mahito so willingly had nothing to do with power.
It was entirely because their intelligence levels were simply not on the same plane.
Jogo might lack brains, but he had self-awareness and knew to listen to someone who did.
Thus, he firmly supported Mahito.
Even if the current Mahito was inferior to him in terms of raw power, he never minded.
Hanami sighed softly without making a sound.
Her thoughts were even more extreme than Jogo's.
Unlike Jogo's innocence and childishness, her ideas were carefully considered.
She believed that only the extermination of humanity could restore nature.
In pursuit of that goal, she believed it would be worth it even if she had to sacrifice herself.
If sacrificing only herself could restore nature, she certainly would not begrudge her life.
But if that sacrifice included Jogo, Dagon, and even Mahito, whom she had just met, she fell into hesitation and no longer knew what to do.
Exterminating humanity was equivalent to exterminating Cursed Spirits.
In other words, if she truly wiped out all humans, her family would be wiped out along with them.
The conflict between her ideal of protecting nature and the reality of her family left her completely uncertain.
This was also the reason she had hurried over after learning of Mahito's existence.
She hoped to use Mahito's wisdom to find a way to have both.
Or even more extremely—
to help Mahito ascend to godhood and use the power of a god to solve this problem.
As for Dagon—
he…
well, he didn't have much in the way of thoughts.
Sensing Jogo and Hanami's thoughts, Kenjaku knew clearly who the primary target for establishing the Binding Vow was.
He turned his gaze toward Mahito.
"Then, Mahito-san, do you have any questions regarding the Binding Vow I've proposed?"
Mahito didn't answer directly.
Instead, he gently set Dagon down before looking straight at Kenjaku with his heterochromatic eyes.
Kenjaku remembered that as long as Mahito's eyes looked directly at someone, that person couldn't lie, and even guided rhetoric would be seen through.
He was truly the nemesis of old foxes.
And now, those heterochromatic eyes were aimed directly at Kenjaku.
Mahito suddenly asked an unrelated question.
"You keep emphasizing to us how formidable Gojo Satoru is and want us to find a way to deal with him. I have a question—
theoretically, we Cursed Spirits have no lifespan limit, and no matter how powerful a human is, if their Innate Technique isn't suitable, they cannot extend their lifespan.
Since overturning the jujutsu world at this stage is very difficult because of Gojo Satoru—"
He asked,
"—why don't we just wait for Gojo Satoru to die of old age before we act?"
Kenjaku was stunned.
He could never have imagined that a Cursed Spirit would ask such a question.
It wasn't that the question was unreasonable.
On the contrary, being able to ask this showed that Mahito already had a basic understanding of the human race, and even some knowledge of that special group among humans—
Jujutsu Sorcerers.
This might seem normal, but there was one question that made Kenjaku feel slightly chilled—
how long had it been since Mahito was born?
No, to be more precise—
how long had he been growing?
If he continued to grow, what level could he ultimately reach?
Even Kenjaku felt a shiver at this moment.
He was somewhat fearful of this, but at the same time, full of anticipation—
anticipating Mahito's continued growth, anticipating the future Mahito had described, anticipating the turning of the giant windmill.
He couldn't help but laugh.
"Good question, truly a good question. Being able to ask this shows you already have a very deep understanding of the human collective."
"This shouldn't count as a very deep understanding, should it?"
Mahito frowned.
"Even though I was born less than a month and a half ago, old people and children are everywhere on the streets.
As for the rest, just listening patiently to their conversations for a while will tell you a lot.
Even if you're a bit lazier, reading some books written by humans can lead to similar conclusions."
Mahito wondered whether something was wrong with Kenjaku's head.
How could such a basic question be considered deep?
But as he looked at Kenjaku's soul with his soul-piercing heterochromatic eyes, he was surprised to find that Kenjaku's words were entirely sincere.
Kenjaku truly believed that merely knowing human lifespans were limited counted as having a "deep understanding" of humans for a Cursed Spirit.
Kenjaku laughed again, but this time it was a mocking laugh.
He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Jogo and Hanami nearby.
Mahito followed his gaze.
Jogo's single giant eye was, for some reason, fixed on the sea, where a few seagulls were flying, completely capturing his attention.
Hanami remained expressionless, simply standing there blankly like a wooden statue.
As for Dagon—
Dagon—
he was just spacing out carefreely.
Mahito's mouth twitched involuntarily as he let out a deep sigh.
"Fine, you don't need to say it. I get it.
I'm the abnormal one."
Compared to the other three intelligent Cursed Spirits, Mahito had to admit that he really was the abnormal one.
And he finally understood why the Jogo from the original work, even after being taught a lesson by Gojo Satoru and realizing he was unmatched, had never once thought of using his own lifespan to outlast him.