The Infirmary.
"The Zenin Clan is going to kill us!"
Masamichi Yaga, gritting his teeth, looked ready to have a stroke.
Shoko waved her hand dismissively, still holding the bloody scalpel. "Don't get so angry. I asked Zetsu beforehand."
Yaga paused. "And? He agreed?"
Shoko shrugged. "No."
"He told me to ask him directly."
Yaga's eye twitched. "So... did he agree?"
Shoko hesitated. "I guess... he should have agreed."
"Should?!"
Maki, Panda, and Yuta stared at her. If Shoko hadn't saved Maki's life multiple times, Maki would have already started swinging Playful Cloud.
"Explain," Yaga hissed through clenched teeth. "What does 'should have agreed' mean?"
Shoko avoided his gaze. "When I got to the playground... Zetsu was already unconscious from the Domain aftershock."
"I asked him before I made the first cut. 'Can I dissect you?'"
Shoko took a drag of her cigarette. "Since he didn't say no... I took that as tacit agreement."
"SHOKO!!"
Yaga rolled up his sleeves. He looked ready to deliver a "loving punch" of correction.
Panda quickly grabbed him. "Principal! Calm down! The students are watching!"
"Let's notify Zenin-sensei first!"
Yaga struggled, then sighed. He glared at Shoko, then pulled out his phone.
Shoko looked at the dissected body on the table. The smoke from her cigarette curled in the air. Her gaze was heavy.
That black blood... it wasn't Cursed Energy. It was biological.
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Ten Minutes Later.
"Principal Yaga. Miss Shoko."
Mirai entered the infirmary, smiling pleasantly.
"Brother Mirai! Zetsu is—!" Maki pointed at the table.
Mirai waved a hand. "I know. It's okay."
He looked at the dismembered pieces of White Zetsu.
"Principal, don't mind it," Mirai said smoothly. "Just think of the anesthesia Zetsu received (the knockout) as Miss Shoko's kindness."
"Shoko's wish was fulfilled, and Zetsu didn't feel any pain. It's a win-win."
Yaga stepped forward, patting Mirai's shoulder. He looked moved. "Mirai-sensei... you are so understanding."
Mirai smiled gently. He walked to the table.
Warp.
With a wave of his hand, the pieces of White Zetsu spiraled into the Kamui Dimension.
"Principal, I need to request a leave of absence," Mirai said. "I need to take Zetsu back to the estate for... repairs."
"Of course!" Yaga nodded vigorously. "Take as long as you need! I'll handle the Higher-ups!"
"Well then. I'll take my leave."
Mirai nodded to the students. "Maki, behave yourself."
He turned and walked out.
As soon as his back was turned to them, the smile vanished instantly. His face became a mask of cold indifference.
Shoko stared at his retreating back, her brow furrowed.
He didn't care, she realized. He didn't care that his 'family member' was cut into pieces. He just wanted the body back.
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Night. The Zenin Estate.
The Disciplinary Pit had been expanded. It was now a fortress beneath the mountain.
The First Floor held the Cursed Tools and captured spirits.
The Second and Third Floors... were secrets even Naobito didn't know about.
Mirai walked down the stairs, followed by Naobito and Zenin Hisashi, the one-armed sorcerer.
Hisashi bowed. He was the only one allowed in the lower levels. The fact that he was still alive after ten years proved his competence.
"Naobito," Mirai said, not looking back. "You've been worried about the clan's numbers."
Naobito sighed. "The mortality rate is high, Clan Head. We are burning through sorcerers."
"Sacrifice is necessary for evolution," Mirai replied coldly.
They reached the barrier of the Second Floor.
Mirai's Mangekyō Sharingan spun. He sensed the Cursed Energy inside.
Open.
The barrier dissolved.
"Hisashi," Mirai ordered. "Tomorrow, deliver the Ten Shadows Manual to Gojo Satoru personally."
"And take 60 million yen in cash to Mei Mei."
"Yes!" Hisashi bowed. Giving clan secrets to the Gojo family was treason, but Hisashi didn't hesitate. Mirai's word was law.
Hisashi left to gather the money.
"Old man," Mirai said to Naobito. "Come with me."
"From now on... you will oversee the work on the Second Level."
Naobito frowned. "What work?"
Mirai knocked on the heavy steel door.
"Hi~ Hi~!"
A cheerful, effeminate voice came from inside.
"Is it here? Did the Cursed Spirits arrive so quickly this time?"
The door creaked open.
A young man with a blond ponytail and purple triangle markings under his eyes peered out. He held a sword whose hilt was a severed hand.
Haruta Shigemo. The Miracle User.
"Warden," Mirai said. "Bring the prisoner."
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