"Moshimoshi, this is Gojo Satoru. Is this Kujuku Yuki?"
"Hm? Gojo-kun, what's with the sudden call?"
"It's like this—I have something I want to discuss with everyone. How about we get together soon?"
"I'm fine with that. Send me the details later."
"OK~"
Gojo Satoru, seated casually in the classroom, ended the call and immediately moved on to the next one. One by one, he contacted the key players of the Jujutsu world, inviting them to a meeting at Tokyo Jujutsu High in a few days.
Each person he called readily agreed. After all, it was rare for Gojo Satoru to organize a serious meeting. Something big must be going on.
"Hello~ Is this James? There's a meeting happening at Tokyo Jujutsu High soon. Think you can make it?"
"Sure. I have two students with me—I'll bring them along."
"Oh~ I know who you mean. Okkotsu and Thor, right? I heard they nearly got clobbered by a pair of Special Grade Cursed Spirits. Hahahaha!"
Standing beside James, both Okkotsu Yūta and Inumaki Toge twitched at the remark. They were used to Gojo-sensei's lack of tact by now, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
After wrapping up the calls, Gojo glanced across the room. Not far away, Fushiguro Megumi was explaining the basics of Jujutsu to Itadori Yuji—spell power, Cursed Spirits, and other facts that weren't typically part of public knowledge.
"So that ugly monster we fought—that was a Level 1 Cursed Spirit?" Itadori asked.
"Yes," Megumi replied. "With just the two of us, we probably wouldn't have been able to defeat it. We got lucky. My toad wouldn't have held it down long. The result could've been… very different."
He paused, then added, "Of course, we had Gojo-sensei too."
Itadori nodded. "So… the thing inside me, that's considered high-grade too?"
Megumi gave him a cautious glance. "In a way, yes. What's in you is technically a Special Grade Cursed Object—one of Sukuna's fingers. There are twenty in total. Each finger is powerful enough to be classified as Special Grade. If someone were to gather all of them…"
"…Sukuna might be resurrected," Itadori finished. "That's… kind of incredible."
He had already begun to grasp what a Special Grade Cursed Object meant. Even just one finger was terrifying. What would happen with twenty?
"Don't worry too much," Megumi said, trying to reassure him. "Sukuna is the former King of Curses. It's not as bad as it sounds."
Inside Itadori, Sukuna stirred.
> Huh? Former King of Curses? Who the hell are you calling "former"? There's only ONE King of Curses, and that's ME!
Itadori continued, "According to old Jujutsu law… I'm basically considered a Curse now, right? I should be exorcised?"
"That's right," Megumi said. "But those old laws aren't enforced anymore. These days, critical decisions in the Jujutsu world are made by the Pillar Council."
Just then, Gojo Satoru walked over and gave Itadori a long, thoughtful once-over. He prodded and poked him casually, as if examining a strange new toy.
"The first time you encountered a Cursed Spirit, you weren't afraid. Instead, you got braver the longer you fought. You have a natural calm toward the supernatural, Itadori. That's a rare kind of talent."
Itadori scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.
"But," Gojo continued, "your punishment is still pending. You could be executed. Are you scared?"
The question lingered.
Itadori didn't answer right away. Of course, he was afraid—who wouldn't be? But more than that, he didn't want to die meaninglessly. He remembered his grandfather's final words:
> You're strong, so use that strength to help people.
He clenched his fists and lowered his head.
"…I'm afraid. But if I have to die, I want it to mean something."
Gojo gave a half-smile. "There are many ways to define what's 'right,' you know."
And with that cryptic remark, he turned and walked out of the room, hands in his pockets.
"You can stay at Jujutsu High for a few days," Megumi said. "I'll show you around."
As Megumi guided him through the school grounds, Itadori felt a strange flutter in his chest.
> Senior Sasaki… I might really be stepping into a world I can't return from. Can I handle it?
---
A few days later…
In the same classroom, nine figures gathered.
Seated around the long table were James, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kujuku Yuki, Fushiguro Shige, Suta Daisuke, Kamo Noritoshi, Inumaki Toge, and a representative from the Akari family.
The positions vacated by fallen warriors like Akari Takekuma, Kamo Katsuhiko, and Inumaki Sashi were now filled by their immediate kin—usually silent observers, given their lack of seniority.
Fushiguro Shige hadn't been interested in council matters initially, but the benefits were too enticing—an annual salary that even tempted someone like Mei Mei to grind her teeth in frustration.
Still, she ultimately valued her life over money.
And James? Despite being born without any cursed energy, he now stood at the summit of the Jujutsu world. That in itself was legendary.
Fushiguro Shige had his own reasons too—he harbored open contempt for the Zenin clan and took pride in outshining them.
"Hey, hey! Since we're all here today, how about ramen afterward? I found this amazing little shop," Gojo grinned.
"Let's get down to business," Geto Suguru interrupted firmly.
Now ten years older, Geto had grown more imposing. His presence was authoritative, with an air of calm dominance.
Gojo dropped the jokes and began explaining Itadori's situation—how he'd deliberately fed him multiple Sukuna fingers.
"You were too impulsive," Geto scolded. "What if Itadori lost control?"
Only Geto dared criticize Gojo directly.
Others remained quiet, mulling it over.
"The most logical solution," said Suta Daisuke, "is to eliminate Itadori. That way Sukuna will forever be incomplete—he'll never return to full strength."
It was a valid point. Everyone present understood the logic.
But Gojo's expression said it all: he would never allow that. Neither would Geto.
"That being said," offered Kujuku Yuki, "now that he has cursed energy, perhaps he can become a Jujutsu sorcerer. If he dies exorcising a Spirit, his death will also erase the finger inside him."
"Provided he's willing," added Geto.
Kamo Noritoshi and Inumaki Toge exchanged glances.
> A new junior?
Each of them silently thought the same thing.
> Will he join Tokyo Jujutsu High… or Kyoto?
Sparks flew in their eyes, a silent rivalry reigniting.
At the end of the table, James, who had been sitting with eyes closed, finally stirred.
He opened his eyes, scanning the room. His voice was calm—but carried immense weight.
"I agree."
And that… was that.
The others echoed in turn:
"I agree."
"I agree."
With the final decision made, James transitioned the meeting to the next topic.
"Let's talk about the upcoming Jujutsu High Exchange Event."
…
"Next, we need to discuss the strange lull in Cursed Spirit activity lately."
…
After several more agenda items, the meeting wrapped up.
---
Back at school—
"So, from today on," Megumi said, handing Itadori a folded uniform, "you're officially a student of Tokyo Jujutsu High."
He patted Itadori on the shoulder.
"…Huh?" Itadori blinked.
> Wait, what just happened?
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