This also explained why the Cursed Spirit let Miyuki go. It wasn't a matter of letting her go, but rather that it had already made its move.
Ieiri Shoko slowly exhaled, smoke rings drifting with the wind.
"Satoru, I'll be blunt. If it weren't for you, I'd be standing with the old geezers this time. If we can't find that Cursed Spirit and kill it in time, it's better to deal with Miyuki sooner rather than later. She's too dangerous—not because of herself, but because she could become an incarnation vessel for that Cursed Spirit at any moment."
Gojo Satoru rejected the idea without a second thought.
"I don't agree—"
Ieiri Shoko shrugged, not surprised at all.
"Then you'd better pay more attention. You should understand what I mean."
Ieiri Shoko turned to look at Gojo Satoru with her brown eyes.
"An unprecedented intelligent Cursed Spirit is collaborating with a Curse User. I don't even have to guess what they're planning; it must be to overturn the current jujutsu world. And among them, you are their biggest obstacle. They will definitely plot against you."
"At this very moment, a girl who could be used for incarnation at any time suddenly appears before you, looking at you pitifully. You soften your heart and take her in."
"So, if—and I mean if," Ieiri Shoko said softly,
"There comes a day when the girl is used for incarnation, the Cursed Spirit gains her physical body and stands before you... Satoru, what do you plan to do?"
Kill her.
Gojo Satoru wanted to say those words the moment he opened his mouth.
But he couldn't say it.
Gojo Satoru had become soft-hearted.
He simply smiled and said,
"I won't let that happen."
Ieiri Shoko gave him a deep look and stopped trying to persuade him.
"Then you must be careful. Don't fall before the dawn, Satoru. Otherwise, the student you worked so hard to train will definitely be dealt with by the old geezers at the top."
"You should understand what I mean," she said.
Perhaps even Ieiri Shoko herself didn't realize that her voice trembled slightly as she said this.
Before this, she couldn't even imagine a situation where Gojo Satoru would be defeated.
In fact, eleven years ago, when she learned that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had failed a mission, she thought she was dreaming.
She knew better than anyone how strong Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were.
For a mission involving both of them to fail had made her question whether the world was even real.
Afterward, Gojo Satoru entered a period of rapid growth.
Even now, Gojo Satoru still had concepts he hadn't completed; he was still growing.
But now, an unprecedented situation had occurred, and its conspiracies were aimed directly at this invincible man.
Ieiri Shoko didn't want to think this way, but with the precedent from eleven years ago, she now had to consider it—
—the possibility of Gojo Satoru failing and dying.
Gojo Satoru sensed Ieiri Shoko's unease.
He gave a disdainful smile, putting on his usual arrogant expression, and said as if it were obvious,
"Who do you think I am?"
Ieiri Shoko waved her hand.
"Alright, the serious talk is over. Let's move on to a lighter topic. The matter you entrusted to me—checking if she has an Innate Technique—has a conclusion."
Gojo Satoru forced himself to forget the gloom from just now.
"Oh? And the conclusion?"
"Congratulations, she does," Ieiri Shoko said with a smile on her lips.
Gojo Satoru's smile widened, and he laughed triumphantly.
"Hahahaha, I knew it! That child could definitely do it! Now, combined with her own massive Cursed Energy, as long as she follows the proper steps, becoming a Special Grade is practically a sure thing, isn't it? Without a doubt, she will become a major figure in the jujutsu world."
Ieiri Shoko finished her sentence.
"Her Innate Technique is—Poison."
Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment.
He immediately realized that Miyuki's identity was already controversial, and having such a special Innate Technique would very likely affect her future.
After all, an Innate Technique like Poison was naturally looked down upon by the "righteous" factions.
But he quickly regained his usual nonchalant expression.
"So what? She is my student."
Ieiri Shoko looked at him deeply and repeated what she had just said.
"Satoru, don't die."
Gojo Satoru naturally repeated his earlier response.
"Who do you think I am?"
Suddenly, Gojo Satoru's phone rang.
He pulled it out, glanced at it, and clicked his tongue.
Ieiri Shoko asked casually,
"What's wrong? Another mission?"
"Megumi is back from a mission," Gojo Satoru said indifferently. "It seems there's a curse related to a cursed object at some school. He wants me and him to go handle it."
Ieiri Shoko's forehead was covered in black lines.
"You're Megumi's superior, right? You should be the one giving him orders. How did it flip around to him telling you about the mission? Did you willfully block the orders from the higher-ups again, forcing Megumi to come and remind you?"
"Hehe."
"...Try to be more mindful," Ieiri Shoko sighed deeply. "So, for you to be called out, it must be at least a Special Grade cursed object, right? What is it?"
Gojo Satoru put his phone back into his pocket and said casually,
"It seems to be... one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers."
"Huh?"
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