"Gojo…"
Yaga Masamichi's mouth twitched as he asked,
"Don't tell me you know nothing about this ridiculous family relationship your student has?"
Compared to ten years ago, Gojo Satoru—now with white bandages wrapped around his eyes—had clearly matured a great deal.
If this had been during his high school days, seeing such an interesting curse would have made Gojo rush over immediately to interrogate it without a second thought.
But now, watching the curse loitering around Maki with no malicious intent, Gojo simply curled the corner of his lips.
"Principal, Maki is still part of the Zen'in bloodline after all."
"You understand the relationships between the Three Great Clans better than anyone."
"Besides, as a teacher, how could I possibly pry information out of my students?"
Yaga paused for a moment.
Looking at the student who once gave him endless headaches, he felt a wave of emotion.
Meanwhile, Mirai paid no attention to the commotion in front of him.
Instead, he quietly observed the people from Jujutsu High.
Masamichi Yaga—the principal of Jujutsu High—with his sharp features and serious expression.
Mei Mei—her hair tied into two braids, her curvy figure accentuated, radiating the confident aura of a mature woman.
Mirai even glanced at her a couple more times. Her purple uniform had quite a certain charm.
Then there was a man wearing a beige suit and a yellow-spotted tie, his hair carefully combed and neatly styled.
His suit was immaculate, his expression solemn, and he gave off the aura of a dependable adult.
Kento Nanami—also known as Nanami-senpai by Yuji Itadori, the protagonist of the original manga.
After sweeping past the other quasi–Grade 1 background sorcerers…
Mirai's gaze finally landed on the so-called strongest.
Around 190 centimeters tall, with striking white hair and a faint smile on his lips.
A flash of crimson passed through his vision.
Behind the white bandages covering his eyes…
an immense and surging cursed energy was hidden.
And at the exact moment Mirai switched his eyes to the Mangekyō state—
Gojo's gaze also shifted toward Mirai.
"You damn curse!"
"How dare you speak to Geto-sama like that?!"
Snapping out of her shock, Nanako pulled out her phone and prepared to activate her technique against the disrespectful White Zetsu.
"Stop."
Suguru Geto raised a hand to stop her, his expression uncertain as he looked toward Mirai in the back seat of the sports car.
A mysterious and troublesome person.
That was Geto's evaluation of Zen'in Mirai.
Mirai lightly tapped his finger.
The driver of the car—whom everyone had ignored until now—quickly got out and opened the door.
A Grade 1 sorcerer of the Zen'in clan.
Because of White Zetsu's presence earlier, the Jujutsu High group had almost overlooked him entirely.
But the respect on the driver's face showed none of the arrogance typical of a Grade 1 sorcerer.
Instead, he looked more like…
a servant.
"Geto, didn't we agree you'd come to me if you needed something?"
Mirai walked step by step toward Suguru Geto, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"The promise we made ten years ago… it seems you were just saying it casually."
"Of course not."
"For the past ten years I've been avoiding pursuit from Jujutsu High, so I rarely appear in Japan."
"Please don't take offense, Head of the Zen'in Clan."
Geto narrowed his eyes and revealed a smile identical to Mirai's.
"I was actually planning to pay you a quiet visit sometime soon."
The conversation between the two sounded as though they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
"Hey, White Zetsu, what's going on here?"
Maki jabbed White Zetsu in the side and whispered,
"How does Mirai-nii know that kind of lunatic?"
"Lunatic?"
White Zetsu turned to her with a look of complete surprise.
"You don't actually think that kid Mirai is a normal person, do you?"
Maki froze.
She had no response.
Just as the atmosphere began to ease slightly, White Zetsu suddenly grinned and shouted toward Nanako behind Geto.
"Stop yelling and actually do something! Let me see what you've got!"
Then White Zetsu planted his hands on his hips and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground.
His mocking expression reached its peak as he coldly spat out two words:
"Blondie."
"You! You! You—!"
Nanako pointed at White Zetsu, trembling with rage.
If not for Geto's earlier order, she would have already exorcised this weak curse.
Nanako didn't move—
but the half-naked male sorcerer beside her had already vanished from his spot.
"Curse! You're asking for death!"
His bare upper body bulged with muscles. Golden hair flew wildly as he shot forward toward White Zetsu with a ferocious expression.
Elegant and noble golden hair—
and yet he had just been mocked as a blond punk.
And the one mocking him was a weak curse he could crush with a single finger.
Who the hell could tolerate that?
Raising a fist the size of a casserole pot, he prepared to smash it down—
Maki's pupils shrank as she moved to block with her spear—
but suddenly White Zetsu grabbed her arm.
"Bang!!"
A burst of bloody fireworks exploded before their eyes.
Blinding crimson blood droplets scattered through the air.
White Zetsu—the one who should have been attacked—stood completely unharmed.
Instead, the sorcerer who had just rushed forward had already turned into a pool of blood on the ground.
White Zetsu blinked at Maki.
"See? I told you."
"That kid Mirai is way crazier than the long-haired monk."
Maki stared at White Zetsu in a daze.
So…
you provoked the enemy on purpose just to prove who was crazier?
White Zetsu's bizarre thought process once again shocked everyone present.
Suguru Geto's hand, which had been raised to stop the attack earlier, froze midair.
His face darkened visibly.
Nanako and Mimiko instantly assumed combat stances.
They looked at the bloodstain on the ground… then at Mirai, who was smiling calmly.
Their bodies trembled slightly.
Fear was impossible to hide in their eyes.
A Grade 1 sorcerer.
Killed instantly.
And the technique involved spatial distortion—a high-level technique.
Gojo Satoru's expression grew slightly serious.
The trigger condition for the technique…
was probably those blood-red eyes that appeared for an instant.
In less than a second, Gojo had already roughly analyzed the information behind the Kamui technique.
Special eyes… just like mine, huh?
Interesting.
"Sorry, sorry."
"I handled one of your disobedient subordinates for you… you won't blame me, right?"
Mirai's words sounded apologetic.
But the smile on his face looked like pure mockery to the sorcerers of Jujutsu High.
"I've been staying with the Zen'in clan for too long. I'm still adjusting to the environment."
"You clearly told him not to attack, yet your subordinate still rushed in."
"He really doesn't listen."
"If a dog raised by your side doesn't listen to its master, what good is it?"
Seeing Geto lower his head silently, Mirai turned to the driver beside him.
"Come on—cut off an arm and show my friend."
"Let him see how a qualified subordinate should behave."
The sorcerers of Jujutsu High: "..."
He was a Grade 1 sorcerer after all.
A request this unreasonable had to be a joke…
right?
Thud!
A completely severed left arm fell to the ground.
The driver clutched the stump at his shoulder, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Aside from Maki—
every sorcerer present had their pupils shrink violently.
Even so, the driver still stood respectfully at the side.
Bright red blood dripped down onto the ground.
There wasn't even a trace of resentment in his eyes—
or perhaps…
he simply didn't dare show it.
A breeze passed through the courtyard.
The scene before them made the sorcerers of Jujutsu High feel an involuntary chill run through their hearts.