Seeing Toji clam up, Megumi Fushiguro turned away with a scoff.
"Just puffing yourself up, huh?"
Toji's mouth twitched, a fleeting nostalgia for when Megumi couldn't talk back.
Though, Toji's parenting was… unconventional.
He'd once taped a pacifier-sucking Megumi to the wall with duct tape and plopped down to watch TV.
Whatever, his kid, his mess.
Toji scratched his head, waving Megumi over. "What technique'd you awaken? Show me."
Half a minute later—
"No way?!"
Toji's incredulous shout echoed through the room.
Ten Shadows Technique! His son Megumi had awakened the Zenin clan's coveted Ten Shadows Technique!
"What's wrong?"
Megumi, clueless about his technique's rarity and power, sensed from Toji's reaction it was a big deal.
Toji blinked, his face settling back to calm.
"Nothing. It's decent. I'll see if I can pull strings to get you a good teacher."
Despite Toji's own strength, his Heavenly Restriction left him without cursed energy, useless for teaching Megumi.
Once Megumi and Tsumiki left the room, Toji pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
At the Zenin estate, Naobito Zenin's phone buzzed.
Seeing the caller, Naobito raised an eyebrow.
Toji Fushiguro.
The Heavenly Tyrant who'd slaughtered half the Zenin clan single-handedly—Naobito loathed him but regretted losing him.
The Zenin couldn't beat him, couldn't avenge their dead, couldn't beg him back, and Toji wouldn't return anyway.
Still, Naobito, less rigid than most Zenin fogies, kept private contact with Toji.
Answering, Naobito chuckled. "Toji, what's up?"
Toji's voice was flat. "My son."
"Oh? He awakened a technique? If you're selling, same price—one billion…"
"Changed my mind. Not selling. Just letting you know."
Beep.
Naobito stared at the hung-up phone, stunned.
One billion!
Toji… turning over a new leaf?
After ditching Naobito, Toji scrolled his contacts, landing on one labeled "Mission Target."
Ring ring ring—
At Jujutsu High, Riko Aquino blinked at her phone—an unknown number.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Is this… Star—uh, Riko Aquino?"
"Yup, that's me. Who's this?"
Toji rubbed his chin, awkward. "I'm… uh… Toji Fushiguro…"
Riko cut him off, voice spiking. "Huh?! You're that jerk who hunted me?! How'd you get my number?"
Toji cringed harder.
"Well… I investigate targets when I take a job, so…"
"…"
Though Sawa Gojo's trio had told her Toji reformed, Riko had zero warm fuzzies for her would-be assassin. "So, what do you want?"
Toji took a deep breath. "I don't have Sawa's or the others' numbers, so I need you to pass a message…"
"You're asking me for a favor?"
Riko laughed like it was the joke of the century.
"Please, old man! A month ago, you were chasing me with a blade, and now you want my help?"
"Ten million."
"…Deal."
"Tell those three my son Megumi awakened the Ten Shadows Technique. Ask if they'd teach him sorcery. I'll pay tuition."
"That's it?"
Toji touched the scar on his face. "And add—'not Sawa.'"
"…"
Hanging up, Riko decided to track down Satoru Gojo.
But Satoru was preoccupied.
He was at the pinnacle of his sorcerer career—unlocking his domain!
Since mastering Reverse Cursed Technique, his power had skyrocketed.
Cursed energy, control, techniques…
He now ran Limitless on autopilot 24/7.
But it wasn't enough. Back outside the Tombs of the Star Corridor, he and Suguru Geto together couldn't top Sawa Gojo.
He had to master Domain Expansion!
Domain Expansion—the ultimate sorcery art.
It burned massive cursed energy to craft an innate domain infused with a technique, guaranteeing hits.
Satoru believed that with Domain Expansion, pinning Sawa down was no dream!
With that conviction, Satoru's focus sharpened.
His positive and negative cursed energy merged and split in an endless loop, ripples of strange energy swelling.
In a flash, Satoru's eyes snapped open.
Instinctively, he raised his right hand, ring and pinky fingers curled to his palm, middle finger bent over his index.
The seal of Marici, one of Buddhism's Twenty Deities, half-formed.
Satoru spoke softly, his azure eyes gleaming with pure, translucent light.
"Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void!"
Buzz!
Cursed energy surged, forming a massive black sphere. Inside, colors and sounds vanished, only a black-hole-like mass standing eternal in that space.
Instantly, Satoru's mind grasped his domain's technique.
It force-fed enemies a flood of junk information, crashing their brains, leaving them dazed, feeling nothing.
A terrifying mental technique.
Satoru was thrilled.
Badass! Totally badass!
With this trump card, Suguru, big bro Sawa—all would fall to Satoru Gojo!
"Ehehehe…"
Satoru giggled like an idiot, dispelled his domain, and scampered off to brag to Suguru.