"Don't make me repeat myself."
"Geto... he killed everyone in the village."
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Yaga Masamichi, the principal of the school, and mentor to Satoru Gojo, Shoko Ieiri, and Suguru Geto, sat with a heavy expression. His voice was calm, but his words struck like iron.
"Not just the village. Geto's own parents... too."
"Based on the blood traces and residual cursed energy at the scene, it's highly likely... he did it."
"That's impossible!!"
Gojo yelled at his teacher in disbelief.
But then, catching the buried pain and helplessness in Yaga's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak again, only to stop, at a complete loss for words.
His fists clenched tightly around the report. His nails dug into his palm until blood spilled.
Streaks of crimson dripped onto the paper, but the printed words remained horrifyingly legible:
"Cause of death for village residents: 112 individuals killed by cursed spirits.
Cursed energy residue and analysis confirm the use of Suguru Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique.
Motive: Unknown.
Recommended Action: Execute Special Grade Sorcerer Suguru Geto for treason."
Zenin Clan Estate – Meeting Hall
One benefit of being a major clan was immediate access to classified information.
As Zenin Mirai scanned the report, the corners of his lips curved slightly. It seemed the ripple effect caused by his presence in this world hadn't altered the course of major events, at least, not yet.
"Prepare my things. I'm heading out."
Naobito Zenin blinked in confusion. He didn't understand why Mirai would suddenly want to leave the estate, especially with a bounty on his head.
Plenty of rogue sorcerers were currently lurking around, eyes fixed on the Zenin gates.
But then again, considering Mirai's current strength and his unquestionable authority, Naobito hesitated only for a moment before nodding in compliance.
"Oh, and one more thing, this will be the Zenin Clan Head's first public appearance. Make it grand."
As if recalling something, Mirai added calmly.
"Understood. I'll see to it."
Naobito turned to carry out the order, and he could already guess what Mirai had in mind.
First, he deliberately inflated his own black market bounty. Now, he wanted a flashy public outing...
It was obvious.
He was fishing for fools.
Cursed Users.
To call them simply awakened humans with cursed techniques would be far too kind.
They were more like cursed spirits wearing human flesh.
A wicked breed that obeyed no laws, no order, acting purely on their desires.
Unlike proper sorcerers who exorcised curses and upheld national stability from the shadows, these twisted individuals would kill both sorcerers and civilians alike for the right price.
They thrived in darkness, evading the grasp of justice while basking in lawless freedom.
Even with a target as high-profile as a Zenin Clan Head, a ten-billion yen bounty was enough to lure the truly desperate, or the truly insane.
Mirai's young age only made them more eager. They smelled blood. They smelled profit.
Clank!
The gates of the Zenin estate swung open. The distant watchers immediately perked up.
Beep-beep-beep.
Two rows of gleaming black sedans rolled out in perfect formation, ten cars in total, lined up with surgical precision.
In the center, a bold crimson four-seat convertible stood out like a flame.
The driver was an ordinary human, no cursed energy, no technique.
In the passenger seat sat Mirai, dressed in flowing black robes, casually observing the world beyond the estate.
He had never once left the estate grounds since his birth.
"Mirai-nii, maybe we shouldn't come with you," said Maki softly from the backseat, her tone filled with worry.
Beside her, Mai clenched her little fists but said nothing.
Conflicted emotions played out on her young face, longing to see the outside world, but not wanting to burden her brother.
"If you want to see the world, then go see it. Don't worry about me," Mirai replied from the front seat, voice light and unbothered.
"My word is law in the Zenin Clan."
"If anyone questions it, they can die."
He turned and gave the two girls a small smile. "Your mother's in one of the other cars. When we arrive, she can take you around a bit."
Before either girl could respond, Mirai turned to the driver.
"Go."
The driver nodded and spoke into his earpiece. The convoy began moving down the road toward the destination Mirai had given.
At the same time, those hidden in the shadows lit up with glee, reporting eagerly into their phones.
After months of surveillance, their target was finally on the move.
Noon. The weather was perfect.
Shinjuku – downtown.
A tall boy in casual black attire leaned against a roadside railing.
Next to him stood a girl in a school uniform, a cigarette in her mouth, posture relaxed but guarded.
Shoko Ieiri took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"Still, I have to ask, did you really do it?"
Her tone was flat, but the question cut deep.
Across from her, Suguru Geto gave a lazy shrug and smiled faintly.
"Unfortunately, Jujutsu High wasn't wrong this time."
"I see..."
"Then, if you don't mind... why?"
Shoko's outward calm couldn't hide the deep bite marks on her cigarette filter.
Geto narrowed his eyes as he watched the crowds pass.
"I want to create a world where only sorcerers exist."
The sheer absurdity of that answer made Shoko laugh aloud.
His confession crushed the last bit of hope she held in her heart.
"I never expected everyone to understand. I just want to make the world I believe in."
"Is that why you gave up? Because you think no one understands?" Shoko muttered while pulling out her phone.
"Pretty childish if you ask me."
"Hello? Gojo~"
"Yeah, Geto's right here~"
Geto didn't stop her from snitching. He simply stood there, watching the tide of people move past, lost in thought.
Humans, as a species, were driven by bottomless desire and boundless cruelty.
The cursed spirits were born from that endless negativity.
Sorcerers, some say they exist to maintain peace and order.
But really, they're just janitors cleaning up after the monkeys.
Humans create cursed spirits, and sorcerers risk their lives to save them.
Birth, exorcism, absorption... an endless cycle with no end in sight.
So long as non-sorcerers exist, curses will never disappear.
As Yuki Tsukumo once said, Jujutsu High's way of doing things is nothing more than a delay tactic.
And Geto's solution?
Wipe out every non-sorcerer.
It was cruel, but it was effective. It was the only way he saw forward.
"Hmm?"
He let out a curious hum as the crowd suddenly parted.
From the far end of the street, a large convoy of cars approached.
Shoko narrowed her eyes. "The Zenin Clan?"
She recognized the emblem and formation immediately.
Then she saw the crimson convertible.
A young boy sat in the passenger seat, his face still a little childish, but eerily familiar.
"That's Zenin Mirai, the eleven-year-old clan head."
Geto's voice was puzzled.
Shoko's eyes widened.
That face, she remembered now.
It was the one sitting at the top of the black market bounty list.
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