Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

"It's an essence condensed over nearly a thousand years; it would be quite good if you could finish reading it in six months."

In the future, he put down the book in his hand and glanced at the door with his scarlet eyes.

His indifferent gaze seemed to pierce through space, looking directly at the two boys whispering outside the door.

After a moment, Mirai turned to look at White Zetsu: "Speak, what is it this time?"

"hey-hey."

Bai Jue grinned, and the caterpillar that crawled out of his collar opened its mouth and spat out the two cursed artifacts.

A robe identical to the one White Zetsu was wearing at the moment, and a pink revolver.

"Recharge, that white-haired bastard Wutiao is going to force me to go on another mission."

White Zetsu tossed the pistol to Future and changed his clothes on the spot.

During the past six months, White Zetsu wasn't always holed up in the high school; he also went out on missions with Maki, Inujuki, and the others.

Of course, the most important thing is the uniform he is wearing, which can resist level two curse spirits.

And that pink revolver that belonged to Zhenyi.

With one spirit and one spear, White Zetsu certainly used Crimson Lotus to show off in front of Maki and the others quite a bit.

Until it was forbidden by Gojo Satoru...

White Zetsu then protected the safety of the auxiliary supervisor, staying in the car with him to keep watch.

A while,

In the future, he tossed the Crimson Lotus to White Zetsu and said calmly, "By the time you come back this time, I will have almost finished my research."

"What do you mean?"

Bai Jue took the red lotus, his eyes full of anticipation: "Is the plan about to begin?"

Seeing the excited White Zetsu, Mirai smiled.

"Cherish the last few months of your college life."

"Have fun."

Chapter 38 First-Year Students, Four

Harajuku Station, Tokyo.

Orange eyes and short orange hair, wearing the college uniform that was sent to her by the college in advance.

A dark blue coat and a dark blue pleated skirt.

The last freshman in the first year, a female sorceress from the countryside.

Looking at the dull-witted Itachi and Fukuro on the other side.

With one hand on his hip and a confident expression, Kugizaki introduced himself: "My name is Kugizaki Nobara."

"Cheer up, guys, here comes the red!"

Itadori grinned and pointed to himself: "Itadori Yuujin, from Sendai."

Fushiguro's expression was indifferent, and he uttered only one name: "Fushiguro Megumi".

......

Roppongi, Tokyo.

Abandoned buildings next to a large cemetery.

A black sports car was parked on the side of the street near the building, with a senior supervisor sitting in the driver's seat.

With his hair parted in the middle and wearing a gray suit, Ichiji Kiyotaka...

In the back seat, White Zetsu, puffing on a cigar, looked impatiently at the time on his phone.

"What's wrong with that white-haired guy? He takes so long to pick up a young lady."

"White Zetsu, it's not good to talk about your teacher behind their back."

Ichiji pushed up his glasses and said in a serious voice.

Bai Jue casually waved his hand upon hearing this: "Alright, Yi Di knows."

"That white-haired idiot is with students; he won't suddenly teleport out. What are you afraid of?!"

Ijichi's eyes quickly swept across the left and right car windows, the windshield, and the rearview mirror.

After confirming that there was no sign of Gojo Satoru around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The stern voice softened immediately: "White Zetsu, you'd better watch out. Mr. Gojo's anger is truly terrifying."

White Zetsu exhaled a large puff of smoke, and the Joker's face convincingly projected the aura of a mafia tycoon.

"Don't worry, I've got your back here."

"hehe,"

Ijichi chuckled awkwardly, knowing all too well what kind of creature the White Zetsu was after only six months of contact with it.

This is shameless enough to squeeze into a car with the assistant supervisor after cursed tools were banned...

An eccentric sorcerer.

Just as White Zetsu was boasting, a commotion came from the other end of the street.

......

"You big liar! You bastard who mocks country bumpkins!"

"What about the luxury shopping malls in Roppongi?!"

Looking at the building emanating black smoke, Kugizaki shouted incredulously.

"Damn it! My Chinatown feast is ruined!"

"You heartless, deceitful teacher!"

Itachi covered his face with both hands, dejectedly complaining.

Fushiguro remained calm; he had guessed this would happen when Gojo Satoru had mentioned bringing a few people to Roppongi.

"Pink-haired gorilla, and a little delinquent girl..."

A car door suddenly opened not far away, and Bai Jue's arrogant tone came out from the billowing white smoke.

"Wutiao, you're late."

Kugizaki frowned, looking at the figure in the thick smoke. "What the hell?"

"It startled me; I thought there was no one in the car."

Itachi turned his head to look behind him and exclaimed in surprise, "That voice has this name... it's Clown Face?"

Gojo Satoru, who was standing to the side, smiled but did not respond, putting his hands in his pockets and preparing to watch the show.

As the billowing white smoke dissipated, Kugizaki's expression changed drastically, even though he had only been making sarcastic remarks.

"An entrance exam for new students?!"

Kugisaki gripped the hammer tightly, a few sharp steel nails still between his fingers, his gaze cold and stern.

A humanoid cursed spirit dressed in a red cloud and black robe.

Although I couldn't sense the presence of the cursed spirit, its face was whiter than a wall, and its jaws revealed shark-like serrated teeth.

Unlike Itadori, Kugizaki wasn't oblivious; she recognized the true form of the White Zetsu with her naked eye.

Looking at White Zetsu's current attire, Itachi blinked blankly.

White Zetsu leaned halfway against the car door, a half-burnt cigar in his left hand, and half of a pink gun protruding from his waist.

Putting aside your outrageous identity, just look at your appearance...

Does he even look like a student?

They're like delinquent teenagers walking the streets!

Just as Huzhang was completely bewildered, he suddenly heard a crisp sound beside his ear.

"clang!"

The black steel nails resembled bullets fired from a gun, and the cursed power attached to them created pale blue trails of flame in the air.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Three steel nails imbued with magical energy struck the seemingly soft uniform, sending sparks flying and scattering in succession.

Hey, you little punk!

"A mere level three mage dares to challenge me? Looks like you're not so smart after all."

Bai Jue casually flicked his cigarette ash, a mocking expression on his face.

"Damn it!"

Kugisaki gritted his teeth, and dozens of steel nails from his satchel instantly floated into view.

"The spirits in big cities are definitely different from those in the countryside!"

"His intelligence has increased considerably, but his mouth is now incredibly foul!"

Kugizaki's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the surging curse power was amplified on the iron hammer, unleashing its full power!

"The Spell of the Straw Spirit"

"Kugizaki, wait a minute!"

Once he realized what was happening, Itachi pulled Kugisaki away from his stance, and the suspended steel nails clattered and scattered all over the ground.

Pulled aside by a sudden surge of force, the spell power that had just stabilized instantly became chaotic.

"Pink-haired guy, get out of here!"

"That thing is cursed! If you try to stop me, I'll beat you up too!"

Kugizaki glared at Itadori, and his magical power began to rise.