The night was calm.
Too calm.
High above the ruined Zenin estate, on the edge of a distant rooftop, a lone figure stood in the shadows.
Hands behind his back.
Eyes half-closed.
Smiling.
Kenjaku had been watching everything.
Every scream.
Every slash.
Every drop of blood.
And he was pleased.
The Perfect Disruption
"The Zenin clan… gone in a single night," Kenjaku murmured softly.
His voice carried no emotion, yet his smile widened.
"So predictable."
From the moment the massacre began, Kenjaku had not intervened.
Why would he?
Chaos was fertilizer.
And Toji was spreading it beautifully.
A Tool Without Knowing
Far below, walking alone through the forest path, was the man who caused it all—
Toji Fushiguro.
Zero cursed energy.
Invisible to most barriers.
Unrestricted by techniques.
A flaw in the system.
Kenjaku tilted his head slightly.
"A man who exists outside cursed law…"
He chuckled.
"You are the perfect blade."
But even the sharpest blade can be guided.
And Toji had no idea someone was guiding the battlefield from the shadows.
The Bigger Picture
Kenjaku stepped away from the rooftop edge.
"The higher-ups will panic. Jujutsu High will tighten defenses. The clans will unite in fear."
Exactly as intended.
Fear creates desperation.
Desperation creates mistakes.
And mistakes open doors.
Kenjaku's real goal was far greater than clan politics.
He wasn't interested in revenge.
He was interested in evolution.
And Toji's war was accelerating everything.
A Glimpse of the Future
Suddenly, Kenjaku looked toward the dark horizon.
There—
A distant, overwhelming presence lingered.
Ancient.
Malevolent.
Amused.
Kenjaku smiled knowingly.
"Yes… even you are watching."
The King of Curses was silent for now.
But not inactive.
Everything was moving toward a single collision.
Toji.
Gojo.
Sukuna.
And when they clashed—
The world would change.
The Mastermind Waits
Kenjaku closed his eyes for a moment.
"This isn't revenge," he whispered.
"This is preparation."
He turned and disappeared into the darkness without a sound.
Behind him, the ruins of the Zenin clan smoked under moonlight.
And somewhere ahead—
The Sorcerer Killer walked forward.
Unaware that he was not just hunting.
He was being positioned.
The real game had only just begun.