"It looks like Qingyi is in trouble."
Gojo Satoru handed a letter to Geto Suguru, who took it and read through its contents.
"There's a high probability that something has gone wrong on Kyushu Island. Satoru, once we finish the Star Plasma Vessel mission, we'll head straight there."
"OK."
Gojo made an 'OK' gesture, but then paused, as if something had just come to mind. He turned to look at Fushiguro Shigeki, removed his sunglasses, and the brilliance of the Six Eyes shimmered intensely.
"Are you interested in taking on another commission?"
. . .
Although the letters James sent to Gojo Satoru weren't long, he had sent quite a few of them.
Elsewhere, Mei Mei, who was busy handling her company's affairs, received an encrypted letter addressed specifically to her. After opening the envelope, she discovered it contained some confidential information about past incidents and an invitation to visit Kyushu Island to discuss important matters.
Initially, Mei Mei had read the letter with a casual attitude, almost like flipping through a short story. But by the time she reached the long string of numbers at the end—the promised reward—she smiled.
"Well then… time to go."
Meanwhile, in Kyoto, a beautiful woman with golden hair had also received a letter.
After scanning it several times, she snorted and tossed it aside.
"You wrote so much but never said what kind of woman you like. What a boring brat."
Special Grade Jujutsu Master—Kujuku Yuki.
Even as she grumbled, she began packing her things, preparing to leave. She didn't know exactly what James had written, but even someone as seasoned as her had been moved.
At the same time, other nationally renowned and powerful Jujutsu masters had also received James's letters. Some were stirred into action; others dismissed it outright. Regardless of their reactions, one thing was clear—
The Jujutsu world was in turmoil.
Would everything change because of this?
Yaga Masamichi put down the letter he had been holding. The brown goggles on his face hid his eyes, making it impossible to see his thoughts. Outside his window, the moonlight was bright and beautiful, like a silver flower blooming in the night sky.
. . .
"Itadori! What are you doing?!"
A friend nearby patted Itadori Yuji on the shoulder, snapping him out of a daze and signaling him to pass the ball.
Yuji suddenly jolted back to awareness, jumped with full strength, and slammed the basketball through the hoop with a powerful dunk. The net sizzled with force.
"I gotta go. Something came up. Later!"
He waved casually and walked off the court, leaving behind a group of stunned friends.
. . .
"Mei? What's wrong with you?"
Fushiguro Megumi gently touched Hui's head when he noticed she had spaced out. She blinked and shook her head, then picked up the basket and followed him home.
Megumi, mature beyond her years, watched her with concern. He feared that, without ever having experienced true parental love, Hui might be dealing with deeper emotional issues.
. . .
"Huh? This is… Kugisaki?"
Saori's soft voice roused Kugisaki Nobara from her thoughts. She turned around to find Saori looking at her, puzzled.
"Sorry, I don't know why… I just spaced out for a second. Never mind, Saori—let's keep going."
. . .
"Yūta, what's wrong?"
Rika gently squeezed Okkotsu Yūta's hand. Her cheeks puffed up in frustration—they were supposed to be enjoying a rare outing together.
Yūta looked troubled, his brows furrowed as if something were gnawing at the back of his mind. Even he couldn't explain the unease creeping into his thoughts. Seeing his expression, Rika quickly reached out and pressed her hand against his forehead.
"Yūta, what is it?"
"I… I don't know how to explain it. It just feels like something has changed… like something terrible is about to happen."
His voice was filled with uncertainty, as though he could almost sense something looming in the distance.
"You're overthinking. Maybe you just didn't sleep well last night."
Rika tried to soothe him with a gentle smile.
Yūta nodded, deciding not to dwell on it anymore. After all, today was supposed to be a date with Rika.
Across Japan, similar moments were playing out. Tōdō Aoi, Inumaki Toge, the Zenin sisters—many were experiencing the same eerie sense of unease. Something was shifting in the world, but no one could see it clearly, and no one knew why.
. . .
"It's about time we get moving. By the way, Satoru, are you holding up okay?"
Geto Suguru clapped Gojo Satoru on the shoulder. Ever since taking custody of the Star Plasma Vessel, Gojo had kept his Six Eyes constantly active without rest.
"I'm fine. I'm incredibly strong, remember?"
When it came to shameless confidence, Gojo Satoru was second to none in the Jujutsu world.
"Tenriko, she…"
Geto hesitated, clearly struggling with his words.
"I want to ask her what she wants."
Gojo interrupted him.
"Ask her what she wants? What do you mean?"
Geto gave him a confused look.
"If she says no, then I'll take her back."
"But…"
"What? If James can do something, why can't I?"
Gojo's sky-blue eyes gleamed with pride and determination.
Geto couldn't help but laugh. The corners of his mouth twitched, and soon he burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
Gojo's smile faltered slightly at Geto's reaction. Was his cool line really that amusing?
"I just thought of something."
"What?"
"I remembered how you used to say protecting the weak was pointless… and now here you are."
Gojo acted like he didn't hear that. His pride wouldn't allow it.
Then, with a serious expression, Geto said, "So, how does it feel to protect them?"
Gojo's lips curled into a carefree grin.
"Not bad."
"So… you won't stop me?"
"Actually, what you just said? It's exactly what I wanted to say."
The two exchanged a knowing glance.
Geto laughed again, only to get elbowed by Gojo.
"Let's take her back."
"What if something goes wrong later?"
"Then we solve it. Don't you always say we're the strongest team, Suguru?"
"Then it's settled!"
With smiles on their faces, they bumped fists.
. . .
While Gojo and Geto made their decision, James sat cross-legged beneath the looming cursed child. Several powerful Jujutsu masters sat beside him in solemn silence. No one spoke; they were waiting.
Each time someone new arrived, they would glance up at the cursed fetus in the sky, frown, and then find an empty place to sit quietly.
One by one, the number of attendees grew.
Meanwhile, from the distant forests and city outskirts, countless Cursed Spirits rushed toward Kyushu. They weren't coming to support their new king—they were predators, waiting for the chance to devour him.
Along the highways and mountain roads leading to Fukuoka City, Jujutsu masters clashed with these cursed beings. Many joined in to help, regardless of where they were headed.
"It's getting crowded," Kujuku Yuki said with a wry smile, looking at the growing gathering ahead.
Whatever their motivations—money, glory, vengeance—no one wanted to see humanity fall under the rule of curses.
Based on James's observations over the past few days, this cursed child had grown into something terrifying.
Twenty-three Sukuna fingers? Or was it twenty-four?
It was as if the gods had poured half the Curse World's power into this being. Sukuna himself might be starving for a taste of such power.
Everyone present understood that this battle would define an era. No matter who won or lost, the outcome would reshape the Jujutsu world for decades to come...
As time slowly passed, Fushiguro Shinobu, Mei Mei, Geto Suguru, and Gojo Satoru all returned to their designated spots. By now, most of the top fighters in the Jujutsu world had gathered...
Above them, the cursed fetus's aura continued to intensify. All around, countless Cursed Spirits lurked in the shadows, waiting for the signal to strike.
The war of the century was about to begin.
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