Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

"So you've already made all the arrangements. Then let's watch the old man's performance."

......

The morning of the exchange meeting was sunny and bright.

Golden sunlight filtered through the shadows of the trees and the curtains, casting dappled patterns into the room.

Sitting with his back to the sun, Nanami Kento flipped through the newspaper in his hand.

Gojo Satoru rested his hands on either side of the sofa, crossed his legs, and muttered softly.

"Nanami, do you think I should just take down that fake smiley guy?"

"How about it?"

Nanami Kento paused: "The fake smile you're talking about, is it the Zen temple future where you work at the higher vocational college?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand: "Yeah~"

A hint of surprise flashed in Nanami's eyes: "Please don't play such a terrifying joke on me."

"I've only been back at the vocational college for a short time, and I don't want to face unemployment again so soon."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, his tone slightly serious: "Seriously, I wasn't joking."

"If I were at the conference, I would kill that guy."

What will happen?

I realized that Gojo Satoru wasn't talking nonsense.

Nanami frowned, pondering for a moment: "The world of sorcery..."

"Great chaos."

Chapter 58 The Start of the Exchange Meeting

Regarding the future of the Zen temple.

My evaluation of Nanami, whom I've only met twice.

Mysterious, powerful, cold-blooded...

And danger!

The first time we met was when Xia Youjie came to the college to declare war.

He said he wanted to cooperate with Xia Youjie, but in the blink of an eye, he killed a level one curse master on the other side.

Afterwards, he casually ordered a first-level sorcerer in the family to cut off his own arm.

What's terrifying is that the sorcerer acted without any hesitation.

Our second meeting took place at the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in Tokyo.

The image of those sky-covering shikigami still lingers in Nanami's mind.

......

"I have no doubt that you have the ability to kill him."

Nanami looked at Gojo Satoru with a serious expression: "If you only intend to kill him and don't consider the consequences at all, then I have nothing to say."

"Otherwise, even if you uproot the Zen family again."

"The world of sorcery will also be thrown into chaos."

Nanami adjusted his glasses and analyzed in a deep voice, "The orthodox mage circle will be completely thrown into chaos, with everyone feeling insecure."

"More than 90% of sorcerers in the world of magic will regard you as a demon."

"View them as demons, like cursed spirits, who kill without restraint and according to their mood."

"I...would also think so."

"Tsk,"

Gojo Satoru fiddled with the bandage at the corner of his eye, his murderous blue eyes flashing intermittently.

"What if that guy teams up with the cursed spirit?"

"evidence!"

Nanami stated simply and directly: "Strong evidence!"

"The head of one of the three great families, such a powerful figure..."

"If you're trying to make a fuss about a cursed spirit like White Zetsu that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist, no sorcerer will believe you."

"Just like the people you've been protecting, it's not just Itadori-kun who's been the only one."

"Strong evidence...?"

Gojo Satoru murmured, "This is really troublesome."

A moment of silence

Gojo Satoru changed the subject, saying, "That boy named Yoshino..."

"His mother's accident was because of Sukuna's finger. Did you tell Hisahito?"

Nanami picked up the newspaper and opened it again: "No, he probably feels unnecessary guilt."

Gojo Satoru put his hands behind his head, looking much more relaxed: "My decision to send you to take care of Yuujin was truly brilliant."

"Then, what about Su Nu's fingers?"

Nanami coldly replied, "It's already been handed over to the higher-ups."

"If it were given to you, you would probably just give it to him to eat, right?"

Mentioning Japanese knotweed,

Qi Hai seemed somewhat concerned about this college student whom he had approved of.

"Is it really a good idea to let him participate in the exchange meeting?"

"The headmaster of Rakugenji Temple in Kyoto is on the conservative side, isn't he? Now he's letting Itadori-kun show up..."

"Perhaps, the higher-ups will take notice of us again."

"It's okay~"

Gojo Satoru's lips curled up slightly: "That old man isn't in the mood to deal with such trivial matters right now."

......

The vocational college, at the entrance of the designated competition venue.

Maki, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Inumaki, Panda.

The four people and one bear gathered here first.

Maki glanced at the time on her phone and frowned, saying, "That idiot White Zetsu, is he still sleeping in all day?"

She's never been on time for training, so it's no wonder Maki was so certain.

"What should I do? Maybe I should go and call him."

The panda spoke.

"Oops~"

"Everyone from the Tokyo campus, did you come here especially to welcome us?"

As Mayi's provocative voice rang out, all six students from Kyoto High School arrived.

"Didn't Yi Gu come?"

Dongtang, who had met with them before, looked slightly disappointed.

She was about 1.5 meters tall, with two golden braids sticking up on her small head.

The petite Lolita-like Nishimiya Momo, holding a witch-like flying broom in her arms, sized up the two unfamiliar freshmen opposite her.

"It's fine if Yi Gu isn't here..."

"Are they sending two first-graders to go easy on us?"

The ultimate mechanical pill, whose entire body is made of mechanical components, opened its mouth.

With black hair hanging down his temples on both sides of his forehead, Noriyuki Kamo squinted and retorted, "Mechanical Maru, age doesn't represent a sorcerer's strength."

“Especially Fukuro, who inherited the Zen family’s ancestral magic skills.”

She has long, blue hair that reaches past her shoulders, and a Japanese longsword hangs at her waist.

Kasumi Miwa was looking around, searching for her idol, Satoru Gojo.

"Fellow students."

The instructor leading the team in Kyoto Prefecture, a junior first-class magician.

The eunuch singer looked around, frowned, and asked, "Where's that blindfolded idiot?"

......

"yawn,"

"Everyone's here. Looks like I'm not late after all."

Following behind the future, Bai Jue arrived late, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Idiot, the game's about to start, get over here and gather around!"

Maki roared in a low voice at the White Zetsu behind Mirai.

His face was deathly pale, and he had a faint aura of cursed spirits.

As the people of Kyoto Prefecture scrutinized White Zetsu, they couldn't help but frown.

Having spent years battling cursed spirits, he's now suddenly forced to become their ally...

This is really hard to accept.

"Sorry, I'm late."