Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

The night wind, carrying a thick, almost viscous smell of blood, howled across the rooftop of Sugisawa Third High School.

When Gojo Satoru appeared on the railing at the edge of the rooftop, carrying a paper bag printed with the "Kikusui-an" logo, this was the horrific scene he witnessed—

The rooftop of Sugisawa Third High School was in complete disarray.

Yuji Itadori was shirtless, revealing the lean yet powerful muscles of a young man.

He looked somewhat flustered, waving his hands as if trying to explain something. A few steps away from him, Fushiguro Megumi leaned against the wall, his face covered in blood, his hands still in the hand seals for summoning a shikigami.

He was staring intently at Hisahito Itadori across from him with a tense and wary gaze.

"What's the situation now?"

Gojo Satoru's signature voice, tinged with a nonchalant laugh, rang out in the silent night, breaking the stagnant killing intent.

"Hui, you got beaten up so badly~"

That familiar, flippant, and nonchalant voice made Hisahito Itadori suddenly raise his head.

Under the pale moonlight, the tall man stood against the wind, his short, silvery-white hair flying wildly in the night breeze. A black eye patch covered most of his face, but it couldn't hide the relaxed ease and confidence he exuded.

Hisahito Itadori was utterly shocked and blurted out, "Mr. Gojo?!"

Upon hearing those four words, Fushiguro Megumi, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit, suddenly froze.

He turned his head sharply, looking at Hisahito Itadori in disbelief, then at the man on the railing.

What's going on?

Yuuji Itadori, an ordinary high school student who just a few minutes ago needed him to explain what a cursed spirit was and what cursed power was, actually knows Satoru Gojo?!

Moreover, the title he blurted out wasn't "Gojo-sensei" but "Gojo-san"!

The familiar, everyday way they address each other suggests that their connection was established outside of school.

Gojo Satoru also didn't expect to run into Itadori Hisahito here.

He had only come to check on Kei's solo mission because he was worried about something going wrong, and he never expected to run into Hisahito Itadori here.

He suppressed that slight surprise deep in his heart, then leaped off the railing as lightly as a feather, his long legs carrying him away, and he resumed his nonchalant and lazy demeanor.

He tilted his head, peering up and down through the blindfold at Tiger Staff's disheveled state, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said:

"What an unbelievable sight, Yuujin. What's wrong? Have you suddenly developed some strange hobby of running naked through the school at night after just a few days?"

Originally immersed in the life-or-death crisis and the adrenaline rush, Itajō was stunned by these words, his cheeks flushed red, and he frantically covered his naked body:

"No way! My clothes were torn during the fight—"

Gojo Satoru stopped teasing the shy boy, and the smile on his lips slowly faded as he approached Itadori Yuujin.

He suddenly took a step closer to Hisahito Itadori, his tone still carrying the usual teasing, but his voice was lowered, revealing a chilling aura:

"Yujin~ There's something... off about you."

A massive amount of information floods the brain like a storm.

He noticed that within Hisahito Itadori's vibrant and life-filled body lay a vast and ancient magical power.

At this moment, the cursed power was locked in a strange and domineering way with the boy.

"Gojo-sensei." Fushiguro Megumi stepped forward, interrupting their conversation. Her voice was hoarse and strained due to her severe injuries. "He just... swallowed Sukuna's finger."

For a rare moment, Gojo Satoru's expression froze.

"...Really?" he asked softly.

Upon suddenly learning such outrageous and unbelievable information, even he was somewhat incredulous.

"Really." Fushiguro Megumi gritted her teeth, enduring the dizziness, and began to briefly report everything that had just happened.

Gojo Satoru listened quietly, his handsome face expressionless.

But beneath that black eye patch, those pale blue eyes churned with extremely complex emotions.

How could this happen?

Gojo sighed silently in his heart.

Through his blindfold, he gazed at the boy in front of him, whose eyes were clear, even somewhat innocently foolish.

Just a few days ago, they were playing together at the amusement park.

At that time, the child was like a carefree little sun, holding a sweet crepe in his hand, smiling without a trace of gloom.

He possesses the purest kindness and the enthusiasm to extend a helping hand without reservation, even to complete strangers he has just met.

He was such a good kid, he had the youth to run freely in the sun and sweat it out, so why was he dragged into the filthy world of sorcery in such a tragic and irreversible way today?

Moreover, it involves the most troublesome "King of Curses".

A strong, almost compassionate sense of regret gripped Gojo Satoru's heart.

He didn't want such a cheerful and outgoing child to be swallowed up by this cruel world.

Then, he thought of Xiaocheng again.

If Xiaocheng knew what kind of ending this boy was about to face... she would definitely be very sad.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and forcibly shut off the surging thoughts in his mind.

He flexed his long, slender fingers, the knuckles making a crisp sound.

"In other words, you're a ticking time bomb."

Gojo Satoru casually tossed the Kikuboku he was holding to Fushiguro Megumi, his tone lightening again.

"Yujin, can you switch bodies with that 'King of Curses' for ten seconds?"

In the next ten seconds, Gojo Satoru used overwhelming power to show this boy who had just entered the world of jutsu what true "strongest" really meant.

Ten seconds later, Yuujin Itadori regained control of his body without any hesitation, and even blinked in confusion.

"Wow—" Gojo Satoru exclaimed in amazement, "He really can suppress it perfectly..."

Looking at the clear-eyed boy in front of him, Gojo Satoru marveled at the incredible miraculous physique in his heart, and without hesitation, he extended two fingers and precisely tapped Itadori's forehead.

"Sorry, Yuujin. Go get some sleep."

With a muffled thud, the boy's tall body collapsed limply to the ground.

As Hisahito Itadori's consciousness struggled to break free from the dark mire, the first thing his senses caught was a suffocating, oppressive smell, a mixture of old paper, dried earth, and some kind of ancient incense.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

My vision blurred for a moment before it became clear.

The flickering candlelight cast eerie, pulsating shadows on the wall.

The walls were covered with eerie talismans written in cinnabar, radiating a chilling and oppressive force.

He was tightly bound to a hard wooden chair by a thick rope, making it extremely difficult for him to even move his little finger.

Gojo Satoru sat in an equally antique chair opposite him.

The black eye patch that had concealed his stunningly beautiful face was gone, replaced by a pair of heavenly eyes exposed in the dim candlelight.

Cold and clear, like a glacier containing endless chill, yet also carrying a divine indifference that overlooks all living beings.

At this moment, they are watching the Japanese knotweed with utter indifference.

"Awake?" Gojo Satoru's voice was flat and emotionless, his legs casually crossed.

In this sealed chamber, Gojo Satoru completely shed his usual carefree and cynical mask.

He used an almost cold, emotionless narrative tone to cruelly dissect the "reality" of this world before Hisahito Itadori.

Cursed spirits, curses, the world of sorcery... and that terrifying shadow called Ryoumen Sukuna that once shrouded the entire era.

Finally, it was the General Administration of the Spells, the highest authority in the world of sorcery, that delivered its unquestionable final verdict on him, this "container."

"So, Hisahito, you only have two paths before you."

Gojo Satoru raised two long, slender fingers, his gaze calmly fixed on the boy.

"First, execute me now. Second, find and swallow all of Sukuna's fingers, and then execute me."

This is a dead end where no matter which choice you make, the only outcome is death.