The Zenin Clan estate was massive, but out of all the buildings, the one that attracted Suzuki the most was the armory. It held the largest collection of Special Grade and Grade 1 Cursed Tools in the entire world.
To a normal person, it might just look like a museum of old weapons. But in the Jujutsu world, Cursed Tools didn't work like normal swords or spears. They acted like solid gold bars. They were priceless, physical assets that backed up a family's true power and influence in society.
Among all those legendary weapons, Suzuki knew the clan supposedly held a piece of the Inverted Spear of Heaven—the only weapon in existence capable of completely turning off Satoru Gojo's impenetrable "Infinity."
This was the main reason he had come to the armory. He wanted to see if he could actually find it.
Some traditionalists might argue that he should focus on developing his own innate techniques instead of relying on shiny weapons. But Suzuki was a pragmatist. Since he already owned them now, why let them gather dust?
More importantly, these weapons could be incredibly useful for his alternate selves in other universes.
Their unique multiversal "sharing" ability allowed the different Suzukis to seamlessly pass knowledge and experiences to one another. No one had to learn anything twice. All they had to do was use the Manager AI to download and upload skill sets directly into their minds.
While Suzuki wasn't a blacksmith and had zero intention of manually hammering hot iron all day, his alternate selves might be interested in the blueprints.
But a blacksmith, huh?
If it were up to him, he wouldn't build a sweaty forge. He would build a fully automated factory where he could just press a button on a machine and have a flawless weapon pop out on a conveyor belt.
Maybe the other Suzukis wanted to experience the romanticized, gritty life of a blacksmith. But this Suzuki had no such desire. He was terrified of ruining his posture or throwing out his back. He was, at heart, a modern academic who spent most of his time hunched over a desk studying physics. Sure, he worked out for exactly 45 minutes every morning, but that was strictly for basic fitness and survival, not to become a burly craftsman.
Besides, he had no actual knowledge of metallurgy or forging. With the Manager, he could instantly download that knowledge, but he felt it was a waste of processing power. He needed to focus on evolving his Projection Sorcery. For him, the tiny, lethal tungsten spike in his pocket was more than enough.
But what about the other Suzukis?
In the ninja world of Naruto, that version of Suzuki had far more pressing things to learn, as the mysteries of chakra were infinitely deeper than anyone realized.
What about the world of Solo Leveling?
Kim Min-Jun was an archer, and the Zenin armory was almost entirely stocked with close-combat weapons. Furthermore, the materials in the Solo Leveling universe were simply vastly superior. In Jujutsu Kaisen, Cursed Spirits evaporated into dust when killed, leaving nothing behind. In Solo Leveling, monsters left behind magical cores, scales, and indestructible bones. Compared to the cosmic, universe-ending scale of the battles Kim Min-Jun would eventually face, the Zenin weapons were basically highly decorated toothpicks.
Then, what about the fourth Suzuki?
The fourth Suzuki's situation was entirely different. He was living a completely normal, modern life. He wasn't fighting Cursed Spirits or giant dungeon monsters. Instead, the fourth Suzuki was currently battling his entrance exam, as he was at the end of his third year of high school and preparing to be an adult.
Compared to fighting for his life, the fourth Suzuki's life might seem peaceful. Yet all the alternate Suzukis universally agreed that the psychological torment of modern adulthood was a thousand times worse. How do you pay taxes? How do you dodge unemployment? How do you fight the crushing anxiety of graduating? How do you live after you are sent out from the orphanage?
After all, the Fourth Suzuki was about to be an adult, and by then, he couldn't stay in the orphanage anymore.
If he couldn't think of anything, the Fourth Suzuki would become homeless.
Fortunately, the Jujutsu Suzuki had invented a literal money-printing technique using his Projection Sorcery. Unfortunately, because the technique was strictly tied to his unique Cursed Energy, he couldn't share the actual ability with the others—only the theory behind it.
Yet, deep down, Suzuki suspected that the fourth Suzuki secretly possessed the highest potential of them all.
"W-Wow..."
Maki's awestruck voice snapped him back to reality. She couldn't even form a proper sentence as she stared down the endless aisles of gleaming Cursed Weapons.
For her entire life, Maki had been treated as the clan's lowest-ranking goon. When she rebelled and left for Tokyo, the family had spitefully restricted her access, giving her nothing but cheap, splintering wooden polearms that broke after a few strikes. It was because of those garbage weapons that her hands were so heavily scarred and calloused.
She could have asked Suzuki for a better weapon in the past, but she had hated the idea of being a burden. She had relied on him for far too much already.
But this time... it's different, Maki thought, gripping her fists.
"Well? Aren't you going to grab anything?" Suzuki asked, snapping her out of her daze.
"...Is that really okay?" Maki asked hesitantly.
Her Heavenly Restriction gave her superhuman physical strength, but without Cursed Energy, she absolutely needed a high-tier Cursed Tool to actually exorcise spirits. But these weapons were ancient, priceless clan heirlooms. Was he really just going to let her treat the armory like a free supermarket?
"Go ahead," Suzuki nodded casually, waving his hand at the racks of legendary swords. "Take whatever you want. If you break them, I'll just buy or make better ones."
"T-Thank you..."
Maki wasn't great with words, but the fierce fire in her eyes said everything. Deep down, she silently swore that as long as Suzuki commanded it, she would utterly crush any enemy that stood in his way.
While Maki eagerly ran down the aisles, practically vibrating with excitement as she tested the weight of different blades, Suzuki was actually feeling a bit disappointed.
Now that he was looking at them up close, the legendary weapons weren't nearly as impressive as the clan claimed.
[Item:] Edo-Period Cursed Katana.
[Composition:] Folded Tamahagane Steel.
[Flaws:] Micro-fractures detected along the edge. Metal fatigue is severe.
[CE Conductivity:] 42% (Inefficient).
[Technique:] None. Merely holds sharp, cursed energy.
[System Recommendation:] Tactically obsolete. Action: Liquidation. Please sell to a French private collector for $4,000,000.
"..."
If this had been yesterday, Suzuki might have actually listened to the Manager and liquidated the entire armory. According to the AI's calculations, auctioning off all these weapons to private collectors would net him around $400,000,000.
But now that he had his high-frequency stock trading technique, he didn't need the cash. It would be a shame to sell off a thousand years of history just to make a quick buck he could easily print on his laptop anyway.
Just as he was giving up hope on finding the Inverted Spear of Heaven, his eyes caught a glimpse of a strange, chipped piece of metal resting quietly on a dusty velvet cushion in the far corner.
"What is that?" Maki asked, noticing where he was staring.
"That," Suzuki smiled, adjusting his glasses, "is the prototype of a weapon designed to kill a god."
"Huh? Really?" Maki stepped closer, her eyes wide.
Before Suzuki could explain the mechanics of technique nullification, loud, frantic footsteps echoed down the stone hallway.
Ranta Zenin, panting heavily and covered in sweat, burst through the heavy wooden doors of the armory.
"Clan Head!" Ranta shouted, dropping to one knee in a desperate bow. "Please, give the order to prepare for war! We need to mobilize and kill the Jujutsu Elders immediately!"
"...." Suzuki blinked.
"...What?"