Jujutsu Headquarters is the most influential and infamous representation of Jujutsu society. There, major decisions are made that can shape society and regulate how and when sorcerers perform their Jujutsu.
Ever since the reveal of Jujutsu to the world, Jujutsu Headquarters and the higher-ups have received more power than ever. With its specialty in Jujutsu, Jujutsu Headquarters wields the greatest influence over paranormal activities worldwide.
However, they are also infamous. Throughout history, the tradition and control they have wielded over Jujutsu society have been blunt and harsh. If something stands in their way, it is simply executed or dealt with in the most efficient manner possible, even at the risk of their own sorcerers.
Although they have 'dialed it back' now that they are in the public eye, their demeanour has never disappeared. Besides, public opinion can be manipulated over time. Even though the circumstances are dire, their ideology has not wavered.
"Given this new information, I propose the peaceful approach. Without enough sorcerers to match theirs, we can't start a war and expect to come out on the winning side." A bald man with an aged face spoke softly and resolutely.
A woman to his left, behind another panel, agreed. "I second this opinion. Controlling the cursed spirits by influencing public opinion and lowering their grade will allow for safe containment. If cursed spirits truly do trigger emotional responses from the Simurians, we need to be careful, or they may act rashly with negotiations."
"But could it not be used as a weapon against them?" Another man spoke with a deep voice. "We could gather up hundreds of curses and threaten them to leave. If they refuse, killing the curses would leave them vulnerable. Given their reactions to only a few curses' deaths, if we can gather them up, we might just be able to kill them all in one fell swoop."
The bald man from earlier narrowed his eyes and spoke loudly. "That would work if not for some of their warriors being immune. We know that one of their strongest warriors is completely immune to the exorcisms of cursed spirits. While that is the main weakness they have shown, we must be cautious." He closed his eyes. "Instead of starting a war, we can use that plan as a failsafe in the case where negotiations turn sour."
Peace or no peace, weapons were going to be developed against the Simurians, no matter what was going to happen. In fact, the gathering of cursed spirits has already commenced in the event of an attack.
Another woman across the room spoke with a cracked voice. "To conclude, we shall make peace with the Simurians and contain the cursed spirits by executing Satoru Gojo." She looked around the room to see if there were any complaints.
Surprisingly, someone spoke up from her left. "How do you propose we deal with Naohiro Zenin? He is the most unpredictable variable."
It was a valid concern. If they were to put out the order of Satoru Gojo's execution, Naohiro Zenin wouldn't stay in hiding. They have been known to be close friends. Satoru Gojo might be weaker, but that doesn't mean that they can handle the two sorcerers if they jump Jujutsu Headquarters.
The woman had a small smile. "We'll work with the Simurians on this matter. Say Naohiro Zenin does retaliate against us. The Simurians would be more than willing to help eliminate him so we can coexist. If we frame Naohiro Zenin as the obstacle to letting their people have a home, we'll just have to sit back and watch the monsters fight. No matter the outcome, we will win. Naohiro Zenin and Satoru Gojo kill all the Simurians, or the Simurians kill the two, and we have peace due to the balance being restored."
After Usami relayed the information to Jujutsu Headquarters, they ultimately decided on Satoru Gojo's execution. With his removal, Yuji Itadori should be able to lower the curse grades to an acceptable level for the containment of cursed spirits.
"Any more objections?" The same woman kept her small smile as not another peep was heard. "Now then, we'll label Satoru Gojo as a curse user set for execution. Naturally, most sorcerers won't try to pick a fight with him, so I'll go convene with the Simurians. If we can't handle him, then the Simurians can do it for us."
Given his reputation, would anyone seriously attempt to kill or capture Satoru Gojo? Most couldn't even put a finger on him, let alone kill him. The higher-ups may be stupid, but they aren't that stupid. They would need the Simurians' cooperation to pull off a feat like that.
For now, they would bide their time for the perfect time to strike.
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A very different discussion was underway on another planet. After the Rumel and Dabura left Simuria, the denizens naturally took notice. The Deskunte were naturally angered when they realized that the Rumel, and their strongest warrior, Dabura, had betrayed them and fled.
Despite this, the chieftain was eerily calm. In this circumstance, one might panic because their forces are weaker and valuable resources left their orbit. However, his view on the matter was entirely different.
He still had Dabura's sister as a hostage. No matter what Dabura did, he had to crawl back to the Deskunte if he wanted to see his sister alive. In fact, he felt slightly grateful that the Rumel had fled.
Not only did the Deskunte claim their land, but they had managed to get leads on the direction that the Rumel fled. If they found more land and a new habitable environment, more resources would naturally follow.
He chuckled out loud. "You can't escape the Deskunte, Dabura. No matter how far you go, you'll always belong to us." The surrounding Deskunte had similar views on the matter. His usual stoic face showed a rare trace of emotion—wrath. "When we get Dabura back, we'll take whatever foolish little planet they managed to find."
A person covered in a cloak next to him clenched her fist. "Dabura…" The chieftain, seeing this, smiled and turned back toward the group of Deskunte officials. "Even if they haven't found land, we'll take their ship and find more land." Turning toward his side, he spoke to his aide. "What is the status of the ship?"
His Deskunte aide walked over to the chieftain and spoke. "We're almost done. We need but only a bit more Mul, and then we can depart." The chieftain leaned back in his seat. "Good, we'll leave once it's ready."
Mul is a rare ore that can turn cursed energy, or rolloluca, into other energy types. Conflict all across Shimura has started just because of this single ore. In fact, the Naunax, the Rumel spaceship, is made of the Mul that Dura collected for Marulu, Cross, and their people.
The Earth now drew the gaze of the Deskunte. In their eyes, might makes right. Only the words of the strong mattered. If the area the Rumel fled to was weak, then they would do the same thing they always do—conquer.
However, little did they know, the Deskunte drew the gaze of another.
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"The Deskunte, huh?" Naohiro let go of the Simurian in his hand. 'Now then, how do I get to Simuria? It's not like I can teleport to a place that I've never been to.'
The Simurian started shuffling away, but was caught by his collar before he could escape. "Hmm, should I just steal their entire ship? That would be kinda funny, but I've got no clue how to pilot the thing." He spoke to himself, ignoring the panicked Simurian.
He smirked as he came to a conclusion. "Alright, let's go with that, then. Oh, right." Naohiro finally turned to the crying man, caught by his collar in his left hand, and, with a poke to the forehead, caused the man to go unconscious. "You might not remember what happened, but it's gonna be confusing as fuck when you wake up."
The satisfied chieftain of the Deskunte on Simuria was blissfully unaware that the strongest sorcerer in history had set his sights on Simuria.