Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

Gojo Satoru was determined to pursue, but this large-scale attack would encompass everyone on the ground!

"The technique turns to Cang!"

A pale blue dot appeared before the collapsing void.

"Boom!"

Unleashing an endless suction force!

The entire high-rise building within a radius of 100 meters was thrown into the air by Gojo Satoru, preemptively sealing it off in the space where it would fall and become misaligned!

It's not a blockade, it's more like feeding them!

The torn spatial rift was like the gaping maw of a gluttonous beast, relentlessly devouring everything!

Gojo Satoru pushed the technique to its limit, performing it over hundreds of meters and thousands of meters!

Houses, giant trees, shrines, and torii gates rise from the ground!

"Click-clack, click-clack!"

The terrifying void rift, after devouring countless buildings, gradually began to calm and stabilize.

"Huff, huff,"

Gojo Satoru was panting heavily, his body slightly hunched over, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He could have left calmly, but he couldn't bear to let his students die.

Looking up at the void, where is there any trace of the future?

Everyone felt a mix of emotions as they watched Gojo Satoru's slightly disheveled figure disappear into the distance.

In today's battle, their presence is undoubtedly a burden.

......

"Enjoyable, enjoyable!"

Where has your arrogance gone? Where has your pride gone?

Itadori's wide grin emanated a constant barrage of sarcastic remarks.

"Consider yourself the strongest?"

"If that kid hadn't deliberately held back, you would have been dead long ago."

"Hahaha, what a ridiculously strong one."

"Su Nuo! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Itadori slapped himself across the face, his expression full of anger: "He's clearly the future old man!"

Itadori paused for a moment, then immediately changed his address, saying, "It was clearly Zenin Mirai who was scared away by Gojo-sensei, okay!"

"Kid, if you don't believe me, go ask your best teacher!"

Su Nuo killed him by destroying his spirit, and mocked him wantonly: "When his domain was shattered before, others only used spell attacks to cut off his arm."

"Being able to use a technique of that scale proves that he can directly expand his domain a second time."

"So close..."

Sukuna turned his sinister gaze to Gojo Satoru: "You really did escape with your life by a hair's breadth, the strongest~"

"Hahaha! Enjoyable, enjoyable!"

After mocking Gojo Satoru, who had embarrassed him, Sukuna, who had returned to the realm of life, reaffirmed his determination to revive.

"This era is truly fascinating!"

Seated high on a throne made of bones, Su Nuo stroked his chin and grinned.

Outsiders and students at the college all stared at Gojo Satoru's retreating figure with disbelief.

Especially Leyan Temple.

To the old man, Gojo Satoru's existence could only be described as a mischievous child.

Faced with Sukuna's mockery, Gojo Satoru didn't even refute it?!

The silence speaks volumes about the battle that took place earlier.

Gojo Satoru......

lost.

Chapter 67 Theft and Mystery!

After the war, at dusk.

The conference room of the higher education institution.

"Wu, don't take it too seriously."

Moth Masakazu said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for you, everyone in Kyoto Prefecture, and the students, might already be dead."

The geisha, who had always disliked Gojo Satoru, unusually spoke up: "Yeah, Gojo, Sukuna is definitely talking nonsense."

"Looking so dejected, that's not like you at all, you bastard!"

"Disheartened?"

Leaning against the door, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and chuckled, "It's rare to see someone this strong..."

"I'm overjoyed, how could I possibly be discouraged!"

I thought I had no rivals in the world of sorcery.

Unrestricted development led to a bottleneck in the growth of capabilities.

Recalling the brief exchange this morning, and the technique of melting the healing spell that I stole from the future.

Gojo Satoru grinned: "I didn't expect that fake smile guy to be so well-hidden. This is really something to look forward to!"

When will the next major war take place?

Nanami, who was sitting to the side, pushed up her glasses and kept complaining to herself.

Work is a pile of crap.

Sorcerers are a bunch of rubbish too.

The world of sorcerers is already troublesome enough with Gojo Satoru, that madman, and now there's another one, Zenji Mirai.

Nanami questioned her initial decision.

Is returning to a vocational college the right thing to do?

I have a feeling that the world of magic in the future will not be as peaceful as it was before.

Noticing the scrutinizing gaze from Leyan Temple across from her, Mingming brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and chuckled as she agreed, "Yes."

"I never expected the head of the Zen family to be so powerful."

"The old man doesn't need to look anymore."

Gojo Satoru spoke up to Rakuganji, "Miss Mingming shouldn't be part of the fake smile group, right...?"

"White Zetsu?"

In the corner of the conference room, a weak White Zetsu grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "That's right, that's right."

“Mingming and Future Boy just like each other; they are definitely not with us.”

Mingming smiled and calmly replied, "I do indeed like the reward sent by the head of the Zen temple."

"The head of the Zen temple is quite satisfied with my work in collecting cursed spirits. White Zetsu, what you said is actually true."

They had promised not to reveal the details of the mission, but Mingming didn't want to be wanted by the college.

She doesn't have the same strength as Zen Temple Future.

It is powerful enough to disregard even the high school and Gojo Satoru.

"White Zetsu, that fake-smiling guy must be hiding quite a bit more, right?"

Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, everyone in the room was once again startled.

Even excluding the burden of students.

Zenji's performance in the daytime battles is enough to show that he is a monster of the same scale as Gojo Satoru.

Is it still reserved?

Everyone's gaze turned to Bai Jue, their expressions grave.

"You're quite perceptive, Mr. Gojo."

Bai Jue stretched out his palm and counted on his fingers one by one, saying, "Is the Ten Shadow Technique one?"

“Unknown, special-grade cursed spirits also count as one type.”

"Even the Extreme Fan technique wasn't used."

"main......"

"Even my trump card, Master Jue, hasn't been used yet."

"And there's more..."

Bai Jue counted for a while until all five fingers were pressed down.

"Tsk tsk tsk,"

Bai Jue shook his head and laughed, "To be honest, that kid does have quite a few hidden cards up his sleeve."

White Zetsu could easily obtain even trivial information.

The true trump card that White Zetsu had kept hidden was not mentioned at all.

Glancing at the shocked faces of the crowd, Bai Jue smacked his lips and continued, "To be honest, these are the words the future kid said before he left."

"He genuinely wants you to become stronger."

"Oh,"