The atmosphere inside the conference room of Jujutsu Headquarters was suffocating.
Heavy curtains blocked the moonlight outside.
Only several dim oil lamps flickered weakly.
Their trembling light cast grotesque shadows across the wrinkled faces of the elders.
Like ghosts gathered for a secret ritual.
"That Yagami Sora…"
"He has absolutely no respect for authority!"
An elderly executive slammed his fist against the table.
Tea spilled from his cup.
"He openly released a Special Grade cursed spirit inside Headquarters!"
"And then destroyed it in front of us!"
"That wasn't an evaluation!"
"That was a threat!"
"If we allow this to continue…"
"The authority of Headquarters will be completely undermined!"
"Calm yourself, Tanaka."
A steady voice interrupted him.
Sitting at the central seat—
Holding a wooden cane—
Was Yoshinobu Gakuganji.
Although he mainly served as the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High, he was also a representative of the conservative faction.
Thus, he attended meetings like this.
He tapped his cane lightly.
The dull sound echoed through the hall.
"His strength is undeniable."
"In the current jujutsu world…"
"Only Satoru Gojo could reliably restrain him."
"In some respects…"
"He may be even more troublesome than Gojo."
"Because Gojo still pretends to follow the rules."
"But that boy…"
"Doesn't acknowledge them at all."
"So we just let him do whatever he wants?!"
Another elder shouted angrily.
"We are the pillars of the jujutsu world!"
"If we allow this…"
"What authority will we have left?!"
"Of course we will act."
A cold voice came from the corner.
A middle-aged man in a dark kimono leaned forward slowly.
He rolled two iron walnuts in his palm.
His eyes resembled those of a venomous snake.
He was a key member of the radical conservative faction.
One who had long despised both Gojo and Yagami Sora.
"So what if he's strong?"
"Everyone has weaknesses."
"And even the strongest sorcerer…"
"…can be destroyed by accusation."
The elders leaned closer.
"What are you suggesting?"
"A crime."
The man smiled.
Coldly.
"A crime he cannot refute."
"A crime even Gojo Satoru cannot defend."
"For example…"
"Colluding with a curse user."
"Or attempting to resurrect Ryomen Sukuna."
The man produced a thick file.
Then slammed it onto the table.
"These documents contain fabricated communication records."
"Financial transactions."
"Eyewitness testimonies."
"They prove that Yagami Sora secretly cooperated with a curse user…"
He smiled slowly.
"The one using Suguru Geto's body."
"Kenjaku."
"We will claim he allowed a Special Grade cursed spirit to escape during a mission."
"And that he obtained forbidden knowledge from the Star Plasma Vessel incident."
"Even the healing of Kokichi Muta's Heavenly Restriction…"
"We can present it as suspicious."
"After all—"
"Who besides Mahito's Idle Transfiguration could accomplish that?"
The elders exchanged glances.
They could all see the truth.
The evidence was riddled with holes.
But truth didn't matter.
In the jujutsu world—
Power determined reality.
If this accusation succeeded—
Yagami Sora would be eliminated.
Gojo's influence would weaken.
And the conservative leadership would tighten its grip.
"But…"
One elder spoke nervously.
"What if we provoke him?"
"He can kill a Special Grade cursed spirit instantly."
"What if he comes after us personally…?"
"Hmph."
The middle-aged conspirator sneered.
"Even monsters must obey the rules of the jujutsu world."
"As long as we hold the moral authority…"
"He will become a criminal."
"A criminal hunted by all sorcerers in Japan."
"And if Gojo protects him…"
"He will become an accomplice."
His smile widened.
"Furthermore…"
"I've already contacted the Zenin Clan and the Kamo Clan."
"Two of the Three Great Families."
"They are also dissatisfied with this newly appeared Special Grade."
"They fear he threatens their influence."
"If we cooperate…"
"Even someone like Yagami Sora cannot escape."
He leaned forward slightly.
"I've already arranged assassins."
"Tonight…"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
The voices echoed one after another.
Cold.
Emotionless.
Under the candlelight—
These old men once again revealed their true faces.
To protect their power—
They were willing to sacrifice anyone.
Even the young sorcerer who might one day save the world.
But they didn't know.
Above them—
On the ceiling.
A tiny reconnaissance drone hovered silently.
No larger than a fly.
A faint red light blinked.
Recording everything.
Tokyo Jujutsu High — Dormitory
Inside his dorm room—
Yagami Sora watched the livestream on his phone.
A can of cold cola rested in his hand.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Cold.
Almost amused.
"So this is their 'justice'."
"For power…"
"They're willing to fabricate crimes."
"What a bunch of rotten oranges."
"I originally planned to let them live a little longer."
He finished the cola.
Crushed the can casually.
"I wanted to keep them around until the Shibuya Incident."
"To add some uncertainty."
"But since they're so eager to die…"
He stood up slowly.
Cracking his neck.
"Then I'll grant their wish."
"Perfect timing."
"I need to establish my authority anyway."
He opened the door.
Moonlight spilled across the hallway.
"The moon looks beautiful tonight."
His shadow stretched across the floor.
"Perfect weather for murder."
"And for…"
"…taking out the trash."
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