Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

Xia Youjie's silent actions served as a warning to Wutiao Wu about the consequences of taking action.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"You think you can scare me with this bunch of little gadgets?!"

White Zetsu, trembling, squeezed into the center of Maki and the other three, and roared, his voice trembling with fear, "Future kid, hurry up and kill that pretentious long-haired monk!"

Despite being quite taken aback by White Zetsu's cowardly yet stubborn behavior, the three humans and the panda still firmly protected this weakling in the center.

Maki acted this way because she received a lot of care from White Zetsu within her family and knew that White Zetsu were... spirits.

As for Eki, Inujuku, and Panda, it was simply because of Maki's attitude.

"A sorcerer protecting a cursed spirit?"

"hehe."

Standing on the giant bird's back, Xia Youjie sneered coldly, "It seems that the Higher Vocational College hasn't remained unchanged after all."

"What? After ten years, the college has become one with the spirits?"

Xia Youjie's icy gaze pierced Bai Jue: "Wu, your students and the cursed spirits have become relatives and friends. Aren't you going to help them get back on the right path?"

It was this foul-mouthed cursed spirit that killed one of their own sorcerers, but Xia Youjie was truly wary of its future existence.

If Gojo Satoru could take action, that would be even better.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Maki, whose expression was resolute, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Just a level four cursed spirit."

“Since he is my student’s uncle, what’s wrong with him staying at the vocational college?”

Seeing Xia Youjie's gloomy face, Wu Tiaowu laughed and said, "Besides, do you think I would listen to the orders given by those guys from the vocational high school who speak in their hometown dialect?"

The attempt to sow discord failed.

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at Wei Lai, who had been watching the show as if it were a spectacle, and coldly extended an invitation.

"Master of the Zen Temple, remember to participate in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."

"Don't worry, I will definitely be there."

Future raised the corners of his mouth slightly; he would have gone even without the free meal.

Xia Youjie looked deeply into the future, as if trying to etch its image into his eyes.

Suddenly, Xia Youjie revealed a friendly smile: "After the Zen Temple family head and others have finished their activities, I will visit your residence again."

In the future, he smiled and replied, "Sure, I'll be waiting for you anytime."

"--call!"

The giant bird flapped its wings and took flight, stirring up a large number of fallen leaves.

High in the sky, the monks' robes fluttered in the wind.

Looking down at the crowd below, now reduced to the size of sesame seeds, Xia Youjie no longer concealed his presence; his eyes blazed with boundless killing intent.

Once he obtains the special grade of Etotsu Yuta, he will definitely massacre the Zenin family!

Recalling her first meeting with Zenji Mirai, Natsuyuki was certainly not stupid; he could instantly understand the problem.

The curse master who attacked him could have easily dealt with him using the Ten Shadows spell, but instead revealed the existence of a top-tier curse spirit in front of him.

Knowing full well that his technique was a spirit manipulation technique, and knowing the allure of an unknown, top-tier spell...

With such a strong sense of purpose, Xia Youjie would naturally not rashly venture into the headquarters of the three main families without thorough preparation.

The high school can use the safety of ordinary people to distract the sorcerers' power, as for the three starter families...

Even if you threaten them with the lives of ordinary people in Japan, they would probably remain unmoved.

After dealing with the high school first, and absorbing the control of Rika Kimoto from Yuta Eto...

That will be the time for the bloodbath at the Zen temple.

"Once I've absorbed these two powerful curse spirits, even Wu will be unable to stop my ideals."

Xia Youjie muttered to himself.

......

Glancing at the sky above, a mocking expression appeared on Wei Lai's face.

Xia Youjie's caution in refraining from taking action for ten years led to some unexpected developments in the future.

However, the progress of the characters' stories is still under control.

The idea that a chess piece can resist the player's control is a huge joke.

"You're the new teacher parachuted in from higher up?"

Gojo Satoru arrived directly before Yamo Masakazu.

"Yes."

Future nodded noncommittally, "I was a teacher who was directly parachuted in using the authority of the Zen Temple's head."

The two stared at each other through the white bandages, and the atmosphere gradually grew quiet.

The tension of Xia Youjie's departure once again surged in the hearts of the onlookers.

"Satoru!"

"Future Bro!"

"Night Moth Masamichi, Zenin Maki," the two quickly stepped forward and spoke.

"Don't be nervous, Principal."

A slight smile appeared on Gojo Satoru's calm face: "Hello, new colleague."

Just as Nocturnal Moth was about to breathe a sigh of relief, it looked at Gojo Satoru's outstretched right hand and raised it again.

The extremely faint magical energy covering that palm was something others might not understand, but the Night Moth was all too familiar with.

No matter how close you get, you can never touch a body.

This guy, Gojo, didn't cancel the technique that had no limits at all.

"Enlightenment,"

Moth was about to reprimand him, but what he saw made him freeze in place.

The Zen Temple's future hand ignored the bottomless technique and directly grasped it.

It can't be called a handshake...

The Zen temple's outstretched hand, like a virtual image projected from a projector, overlapped directly with Gojo Satoru's hand.

"Hello, Mr. Gojo."

Test?

Discontinued?

Seeing Gojo Satoru's stunned expression, Mirai's lips curled into a slight smile.

Chapter 19 Testing the Waters, Engaging in Battle

"Interesting, absolutely fascinating!"

Gojo Satoru ripped the bandage off the corner of his eye with one hand, revealing the young face of Zenji's future reflected in his misty, pale blue eyes.

This boy was six or seven years younger than him, and the sorcerer was only a few years older than his student.

A never-registered top-tier cursed spirit, with similar unique pupils, and a highly intelligent cursed spirit named White Zetsu...

Looking at the calm and collected expression on Mirai's face, Gojo Satoru grinned, and the impulses he had felt in high school slowly welled up in his heart.

"--call!"

Azure-blue magical energy overflowed, and a terrifying gravitational force erupted from the palms of Gojo.

The moth reacted quickly; the moment its fluorescence lit up, it grabbed Maki's clothes and leaped away.

moment,

Countless fallen leaves swirled up from the ground, making a loud rustling sound!

The guardrail closest to the two people trembled and kept making cracking sounds!

interesting!

This level of gravity can actually be ignored!

Glancing at the still overlapping palms, Gojo Satoru's eyes gleamed with even greater arrogance!

The next second,

"boom!"

Transparent air currents surged, and a terrifying repulsive force erupted!

The guardrail in front of the two people exploded and flew into the distance!

The swirling fallen leaves exploded into a shower of dark red powder in the air!

The ground beneath their feet cracked, and spiderweb-like fissures spread in all directions!

Even that couldn't pull him out of the void...

What appears to be standing right in front of you is actually in another void.

Except for certain special spells, such as the Dog Roll spell.

Special magical artifacts, such as the Tennis Hoko that forcibly dispels spells, and the guaranteed hit effect of field expansion.

To break through this person's defenses, the attack power of the spell must at least cause spatial tremors or collapse.

In just a few seconds, Gojo Satoru, relying on the feedback from the Six Eyes, further analyzed the information about the future technique.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow; this move was remarkably similar to his limitless power of stopping.

"Gojo Satoru!!!"

Moth roared, startling Gojo, who was engrossed in the information about the sorcery.