Just as Kiyotaka was about to leave, an indescribable, massive presence that seemed capable of distorting space itself flooded in like an invisible tide, causing the air in the private room to freeze.
Kiyotaka stiffened all over, his expression shifting from caution to fearful awe. He subconsciously snapped his feet together and bowed deeply.
"G-Gojo-san. Fushiguro-kun. Why are you..."
Standing at the door were two figures.
The one in front was very tall, nearly reaching the top of the doorframe. He wore a simple black Jujutsu High uniform, but what drew the most attention wasn't his physique, but the pitch-black blindfold covering his face and that head of arrogantly upturned, dazzling white hair.
Even with his eyes covered, the faint, playful curve of his lips exuded a sense of nonconformity, yet also an absolute confidence as if he saw through everything.
He just stood there casually, and the light in the entire space seemed to naturally converge upon him—Gojo Satoru, the pinnacle of the modern Jujutsu World, the man hailed as the strongest.
Half a step behind him was a young man with spiky black hair, his expression calm but carrying a hint of imperceptible sharpness—Fushiguro Megumi.
His gaze quickly swept over the three girls in the private room, lingering slightly on Utaha for a moment, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if sensing something unusual.
"Hey, Ijichi, thanks for your hard work." Satoru's voice was light and upbeat, with a unique lilt.
He waved his hand casually, as if just passing by to say hello. "It seems the communication is going smoothly. Are these three the little cuties with abnormally activated Cursed Energy lately?"
He turned his face toward the three girls. Despite being covered by the blindfold, Utaha, Eriri, and Megumi all clearly felt an incredibly sharp gaze, as if it could pierce through the essence of their souls, firmly locking onto them. Especially Utaha, she felt as if she had nowhere to hide under his gaze.
"Y-Yes, Gojo-san. I was just introducing the situation of Jujutsu High to Kasumigaoka-san and the others..." Kiyotaka hurriedly reported, fine sweat appearing on his forehead.
Just then, a deep, malicious voice abruptly rang out from Utaha's direction. It didn't come from her mouth, but echoed directly in the air, clearly reaching the ears of the two at the door.
"Heh... The brat with the Six Eyes, and the kid with the Ten Shadows Technique. How lively."
The moment the words fell, on Utaha's left cheek, those two faint scars silently split open, revealing a crimson eyeball and a well-defined mouth.
Sukuna had actually appeared of his own accord.
Before Satoru's Six Eyes, any disguise or concealment was futile. Those eyes could see through the flow of Cursed Energy and analyze the composition of Cursed Techniques. Sukuna's presence had likely been captured the moment he stepped through the door.
Since that was the case, Sukuna didn't bother hiding anymore.
Facing this sudden "greeting," Satoru wasn't surprised. Instead, he looked as if he had seen an interesting toy, the curve of his lips widening further.
"Oh my? This really is... an unexpected surprise. The King of Curses from a thousand years ago is actually residing in a little girl like this? What a malicious hobby, Sukuna."
His tone was light, but the air pressure in the room suddenly dropped.
Fushiguro Megumi's eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, and Cursed Energy faintly flowed around him as he subconsciously took a defensive stance.
Kiyotaka was so scared his face turned pale, and he nearly collapsed.
Controlling the mouth on Utaha's face, Sukuna let out a low chuckle. "What? Brat with the Six Eyes, do you want to have a fight here? I am quite interested in stretching my limbs."
This was an extremely dangerous provocation.
The smile on Satoru's face remained unchanged, but the gaze beneath the blindfold seemed to grow deeper. He didn't answer immediately, instead remaining silent for a few seconds.
This brief silence contained a massive amount of information and weighing of options.
This was a private room in a coffee shop in a bustling area of Tokyo. Although it had good privacy, there were ordinary people all around—above, below, left, and right.
Once two "strongest" level figures started a battle here, even if it was just a probing skirmish, the resulting destruction and innocent casualties would be astronomical.
Once Satoru's Unlimited Void or Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine was deployed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
As a Jujutsu Sorcerer who protected order, Satoru couldn't ignore this.
At his core, Satoru was the type of person who would weigh gains and losses based on the number of lives involved.
And on Sukuna's side, despite his arrogant tone, he was equally aware. His current state was extremely poor, having only recovered one or two fingers, and his Cursed Energy was far from returning to its peak.
His newly acquired Kamiutsushi was extremely high-end, perhaps even rivaling or surpassing the analytical capabilities of the Six Eyes in some aspects. But without enough Cursed Energy to support it, no matter how exquisite the technique, it would be difficult to exert its true power.
If he possessed the power of ten fingers or more at this moment, with his personality, he might have used his Domain without hesitation to test the mettle of this "strongest" from a thousand years later.
But now, he also didn't have full confidence in taking down Satoru in an incomplete state, especially when the opponent was prepared and the venue was extremely restricted.
This brief silence was a tacit understanding between two peak powerhouses based on the current situation, costs, and risks.
"A fight?"
A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru finally spoke again, his tone returning to its previous flippancy.
"Let's forget it. If we fight in a place like this, the cleanup work will be a massive pain. Ijichi will cry, right, Ijichi?" He even patted the shoulder of the shivering Kiyotaka beside him.
"However..."
Satoru's tone shifted subtly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the blindfold to land on Sukuna. "You've found quite an interesting 'house.' Kasumigaoka, right? I'll remember you."
These words were meant for both Sukuna and the three girls.
By choosing not to act immediately, it meant he had accepted a sort of temporary "peace" and hinted at the possibility of accepting the three into Jujutsu High—even if one of them housed the King of Curses.
Sukuna sneered, seemingly indifferent to Satoru's "remembering."
He controlled the features on Utaha's face to slowly fade, leaving only one last whisper echoing in the room, "Boring brat. Fine, now is indeed not the time."
The tense atmosphere eased slightly.
Satoru gestured to Kiyotaka. "Well then, I'll leave the follow-up to you, Ijichi. Get the enrollment procedures done as soon as possible."
He looked at the three girls again, especially the shaken Eriri and the still-calm Kato Megumi, saying with a smile, "Welcome to Jujutsu High, you problem children. Your upcoming school life will definitely be very interesting."
After saying that, he took Fushiguro Megumi and left as abruptly as he had arrived, as if the tense confrontation just now had never happened.
Kiyotaka let out a long breath, wiped his sweat, and gave the three girls a strained smile. "Well then... ladies, we'll do as we discussed and wait for your formal response."
Utaha took a deep breath and exchanged looks with Eriri and Megumi.
After that scene, they realized more deeply how deep the waters of this world were, and that joining Jujutsu High might be the least bad option at present.
"We... need a little time to make a final confirmation." Utaha said on behalf of the three, but the resistance in her tone was gone.