Having finished discussing Itadori's situation, Kenjaku continued to analyze the issues regarding Gojo Satoru for the group.
"Now that we're done with Sukuna, next is Gojo Satoru. Regarding him, my suggestion is that instead of trying to find a way to kill him, it would be more realistic to find a way to seal him."
Hearing Kenjaku's suggestion, Jogo asked with dissatisfaction.
"Huh? Why do something so troublesome? Can't we kill him even if we work together?"
Kenjaku shrugged helplessly. "Regrettably, he might just escape easily. In the worst-case scenario, you would all be exorcised on the spot."
"..." Jogo was silent for a moment. "Then, regarding sealing, do you have a good plan?"
"Of course. I plan to use the Special Grade Cursed Object 'Prison Realm' to seal Gojo Satoru," Kenjaku replied calmly.
The appearance of the Prison Realm, the key tool against Gojo Satoru, did not surprise Mahito; he had gradually accepted that the manga's content was a 100% accurate prediction of the future.
However, the existence of the Prison Realm was also one of the reasons Mahito chose to cooperate with Kenjaku for the time being.
Because even if he could use a refined Idle Transfiguration to make his appearance look like Geto Suguru, his Cursed Energy would be seen through in a second by Gojo Satoru, who possessed the Six Eyes.
He wouldn't be able to trigger Gojo Satoru's memories to satisfy the one-minute requirement for the Prison Realm's seal, as Kenjaku did in the manga.
In stark contrast to the others' calm reactions, Jogo fell into a state of extreme excitement upon hearing the name of the Prison Realm.
"The Prison Realm is actually in your hands! That absolute taboo!"
As Jogo spoke, his excitement was evident not only in the small volcano erupting on his head but also in the scorching heat he constantly emitted.
Everyone in the restaurant could feel the abnormal rise in room temperature.
"Don't get too excited, Jogo. It's getting too hot around here," Kenjaku advised as he watched the Cursed Spirit's temperature rise.
In the face of such advice, Jogo's mind was filled only with the thought of adding the precious Cursed Object, the Prison Realm, to his collection.
Directly setting fire to the Restaurant Manager who had come to take their order, Kenjaku continued his serious persuasion.
"I hope you don't overdo it. It would be quite troublesome if you attracted Gojo Satoru with such a big commotion."
Mahito also patted Jogo on the shoulder.
"That's enough."
After Jogo set fire to all those screaming 'monkeys' trying to escape, he asked Kenjaku a question.
"So Geto, how many of Sukuna's fingers do you think I'm worth in strength?"
"Roughly at the level of eight or nine fingers, optimistically speaking..."
"I'll be the one to kill Gojo Satoru! In exchange, give the Prison Realm to me; I want to add it to my collection!" Jogo excitedly proposed a deal to Kenjaku.
Hearing this, Kenjaku didn't refuse immediately but chuckled and reminded Jogo.
"Gojo Satoru is very strong. It's best if you don't underestimate him."
This sentence could be considered one of Kenjaku's few heartfelt truths.
But Kenjaku was not a kind-hearted person; he just felt it was a bit of a pity. Whether being subjugated by his Cursed Spirit Manipulation or acting as a partner in the plan to keep Gojo Satoru in check, Jogo undoubtedly held high value for Kenjaku.
Although Jogo wasn't an indispensable link like Mahito was for Kenjaku, it was still quite annoying for the plan's arrangements to be affected just because he went to his death with such a foolish idea.
And Mahito, the second person present who knew Jogo's fate, did not step forward to stop him. It wasn't because he already knew Jogo wouldn't die at Gojo Satoru's hands, but because Mahito hoped to use Jogo's battle with Gojo Satoru to test his own ideas.
Clapping his hands, Mahito asked Kenjaku on Jogo's behalf.
"Good idea. So, Geto, can you provide us with Gojo Satoru's movements?"
"I can, but if you really go, you'll die, Jogo," Kenjaku said with a calm expression but a serious tone.
Jogo didn't care about any of that and spoke directly to Kenjaku.
"Shut up. Just honestly hand over Gojo Satoru's movements to me!"
Probably because the scent of burning meat from the restaurant had drifted out, pedestrians on the street had already noticed the commotion inside.
"Fine. As soon as Gojo Satoru leaves Jujutsu High, I will provide you with his movements."
...After finishing their conversation at the restaurant, the four calamities and Kenjaku temporarily parted ways.
Originally, Kenjaku had also intended to move together, but Mahito refused his request to tag along, using the excuse that since they were about to fight Gojo Satoru, they needed to warm up properly, which would cause quite a stir.
Kenjaku didn't insist, only saying that he would later pass on information about Gojo Satoru's movements via that Bird-like Cursed Spirit.
Did Mahito lie? Not entirely. The warm-up excuse was real, but the part about causing a big commotion was fake.
Jogo looked at Mahito suspiciously. "What are you going to show us? It's not going to be another blank manga book or something, is it?"
Mahito didn't intend to tell the other three directly about the manga's ability to predict the future.
After all, he had already tested it on the way to Shibuya. It wasn't just Jogo who couldn't see the content; everyone, including Hanami and Dagon, was unable to see it.
Mahito smiled and asked back, "Are you still interested in that? Unfortunately, it's already been burned."
Jogo clenched his fists, which were already hard. He promised that if Mahito made another joke about the blank manga, he would definitely give him a beating!
"What I want to show you is a technique I learned from that manga: 'Domain Amplification'."
Just as Jogo was about to fulfill his 'vow' and give Mahito a good beating, he felt a surge of Cursed Energy from Mahito... That night, Mahito stood on a deserted highway, waving at a vehicle approaching from a distance.
The vehicle was being driven by Ijichi Kiyotaka, who had just dropped off Gojo Satoru.
Seeing the blurry figure in the distance, Ijichi immediately slammed on the brakes.
But he regretted it as the car gradually approached Mahito, because he felt a terrifying Cursed Energy!
By this time, Mahito had already moved to the side of Ijichi's open car window and said with a smile.
"It's really hard work, being a driver this late."