The meeting inside Jujutsu Headquarters was still ongoing.
Behind closed doors—
The elders had already begun celebrating a future that had not yet happened.
"I believe Yagami Sora's technique has great research value."
One of the elders spoke calmly.
"After his death, his body should be handed to the Kamo Clan."
"They specialize in blood techniques."
"Perhaps they could develop new cursed tools from it."
"Nonsense."
Another elder shook his head.
"The Zenin Clan should receive the corpse."
"Imagine what they could do if his technique was combined with the Ten Shadows Technique."
The discussion continued.
Cold.
Detached.
To them—
Yagami Sora was already dead.
Nothing more than a valuable resource.
BOOM—!!
A deafening explosion shattered their conversation.
The massive wooden doors—
Along with part of the wall—
Exploded inward.
Wood fragments and stone debris shot across the room like bullets.
Several elders near the entrance were thrown violently to the floor.
Smoke filled the chamber.
Through the dust—
A tall figure slowly stepped inside.
Moonlight illuminated his silhouette.
Only his eyes were clearly visible.
Glowing faintly red.
"Good evening."
Yagami Sora smiled politely.
His footsteps echoed across the broken floor.
"You all seemed very lively."
"Mind if I join the discussion?"
"I believe I heard words like corpse…"
"…and cursed tools."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Were you talking about me?"
"Y-Yagami Sora?!"
Several elders turned pale instantly.
"You dare break into the council chamber?!"
"This area is restricted!"
A middle-aged elder pointed at him with trembling fingers.
"Guards!"
"Where are the guards?!"
"Arrest this madman immediately!"
"Stop shouting."
Sora waved his hand lazily.
"The Grade 1 sorcerers outside are sleeping."
"I gave them a little nap."
"Besides…"
His smile widened.
"Smart people know when not to interfere with garbage disposal."
"What do you think you're doing?!"
One elder shouted.
"This is Jujutsu Headquarters!"
"We represent the authority of Master Tengen!"
"Authority?"
Sora walked slowly toward the long table.
His gaze landed on the elders.
Cold.
Disgusted.
"If the so-called authority of the jujutsu world…"
"…is just a group of cowards hiding behind screens…"
"…scheming against their own sorcerers…"
"Then maybe this authority…"
"…shouldn't exist at all."
BANG.
Sora stomped on the conference table.
The expensive mahogany split instantly.
Teacups shattered.
Documents scattered across the floor.
Wood fragments scratched several elders' faces.
The once dignified council chamber descended into chaos.
The elders scrambled backward.
All pretense of authority vanished.
"You mustn't do this!"
One elder shouted desperately.
"Do you think Gojo Satoru will protect you after this?!"
"If you kill us, even he won't be able to save you!"
"Don't try using Satoru to scare me."
Sora replied calmly.
"That only makes me want to act faster."
He leaned closer to the middle-aged conspirator who had spoken earlier.
His eyes were completely emotionless.
"Satoru is too kind."
"He wants to reform the system."
"Train new generations."
"Change things gradually."
"But me?"
Sora smiled.
"I'm a madman."
"I prefer simpler solutions."
Sora grabbed the man's neck.
Lifted him into the air effortlessly.
The elder kicked desperately.
His cursed energy was completely suppressed.
"I follow a very simple rule."
Sora's voice was calm.
"When someone tries to harm me…"
"I eliminate the root."
"I don't like leaving future problems."
"Stop!"
Yoshinobu Gakuganji stepped forward.
He raised his cursed tool guitar.
Fear filled his eyes.
But so did determination.
"Yagami Sora!"
"If you cross this line…"
"There will be no turning back!"
"Killing the elders will place you against the entire jujutsu world!"
"Turning back?"
Sora glanced at him.
A trace of pity appeared.
"Why would I turn back?"
"The road ahead is perfectly clear."
"It's just blocked by trash."
"So I'm removing it."
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Goodbye."
CRACK.
The sound of breaking bone echoed through the chamber.
The conspirator's neck snapped instantly.
His body went limp.
Sora dropped the corpse onto the floor.
Like discarded garbage.
He brushed his hands lightly.
"So…"
He looked around the room.
"Anyone else planning to frame me?"
"Step forward."
"I promise I won't kill you."
Silence filled the room.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Fear had frozen them.
Sora pulled a chair over.
Sat down.
Crossed his legs.
"Good."
"Then listen carefully."
"From today onward…"
"All decisions made by Jujutsu Headquarters…"
"…must be approved by me."
"And Gojo Satoru."
"I don't want to see any more schemes targeting students."
"If I do…"
He pointed casually at the corpse.
"You already know what happens next."
"You…"
One elder whispered.
"You're a tyrant."
"This is dictatorship."
"No."
Sora shook his head.
His smile looked almost angelic.
"This is charity."
"So the kids risking their lives on missions…"
"Won't get stabbed in the back by their own leaders."
"So they can bleed…"
"…without being betrayed."
"If cleaning up corruption is tyranny…"
"Then I'll gladly accept the title."
Sora stood up.
Walked toward the door.
Before leaving—
He stopped.
Without turning around.
"Oh."
"Clean the floor."
"I hate the smell of blood."
"And that seat…"
He nodded toward the corpse.
"Fill it with someone intelligent."
Then he left.
The chamber remained silent long after he was gone.
The elders collapsed into their chairs.
Sweat soaked their backs.
They finally understood something.
The boy they once viewed as a pawn…
Had become a player capable of overturning the entire board.
And unlike Gojo Satoru—
Who wanted to change the system—
Yagami Sora simply shattered it.
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