Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Kyoto, the Department of Jujutsu Supervision.

This is the heart of power in the world of sorcery, hidden behind ancient barriers and layers of torii gates. In the dimly lit conference room, several centenarians sit behind a screen.

"That lunatic Gojo Satoru will probably accept the house arrest, right?"

"If you don't accept it, then use that..."

"And that Yuujin Itadori, he must die. Although the report says that Sukuna's cursed object is missing, the container itself is a bomb."

"As for the seven top-tier cursed spirits released by Xia Youjie... as long as we stay inside the barrier, we should be fine."

These elderly people, who control the lifeline of the Japanese sorcery world, are using their decaying brains to plot how to survive in the apocalypse.

Sudden.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door of the conference room, which was said to be able to withstand attacks from top-level cursed spirits, along with the entire wall, was instantly blasted away by a violent repulsive force.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

Gojo Satoru walked through the wood chips scattered on the ground as if he were strolling in his own backyard. Behind him stood a group of young sorcerers exuding murderous intent.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, his eyes devoid of any pity. "It's time to sleep."

"Gojo Satoru! Are you trying to rebel?!"

Behind the screen, an aged voice screamed in terror, "Do you know what you're doing? Without us, who will maintain order in the world of sorcery? The operation of the windows, the allocation of auxiliary oversight, the flow of funds..."

"Those things are none of your business, you parasites."

Maki stepped out from behind Gojo Satoru, her longsword still dripping blood—the blood of the "Kokuriru Squad" members who were loyal to the higher-ups.

"Order? Is your so-called order just sacrificing innocent people to ensure your peace?" Maki kicked aside the screen, revealing the trembling old man behind it.

"Where was order when Principal Nightmoth was sentenced to death by you? Where was order when you blocked the news of the Shibuya Incident to save your own lives?" Hisahito Itadori clenched his fists, his eyes burning with rage.

"No...don't kill me! We can talk! What do you want? A top-tier cursed artifact? Or status?"

The old man retreated in terror, trying to exchange his life for something he could gain.

"Yes, yes, yes. The Zenin and Kamo families are now practically defunct. I can make it my decision to appoint you as the new heads of the families and establish a new clan!"

"What I want is a future without you."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand.

"Spell Sequential Rotation - Azure".

Blue gravity spheres converge at your fingertips.

"No!!!"

"Boom!"

There was no scene of carnage; Gojo Satoru precisely controlled his magical power, instantly collapsing the entire conference room structure. The screens, tables, and chairs that symbolized power, along with those decaying souls, were buried beneath the ruins.

"Clean it up." Gojo Satoru turned around, no longer looking at the pile of ruins. "Otsuko, you take over command of 'The Window.' Maki, you go and eliminate the stubborn remnants of the Zenin family. Megumi, as the head of the Zenin family, you convene the branch families of the Kamo and Gojo families and rebuild the council."

"yes!"

The group accepted the order and left.

On December 1st, he sat on the broken beam in the conference room, quietly watching everything.

He saw those once arrogant high-ranking officials screech and flee like rats, and he saw Gojo Satoru use thunderous methods to cleanse the entire toxic world of jutsu.

"Well done."

On the first day of the twelfth month, they clapped softly, though no sound was heard.

"At least the rear is now stable."

He jumped off the crossbeam and weaved through the bustling crowd. Yuta Ekiku was holding a communicator, methodically issuing commands; his composure had completely shed the naiveté of his youth.

Fukuro Megumi was addressing a group of branch family heads who were much older than him, his eyes sharp, his tone a mix of kindness and severity, already displaying some of the true authority of a family head.

Hisahito Itadori was carrying supplies; although sadness lingered on his face, there was an even stronger sense of determination.

"Everyone has grown up."

He sighed on the first day of December.

These original protagonists, through the baptism of blood and fire, have grown into towering trees capable of standing on their own.

"I'll go help them too."

On the first day of the twelfth month, it flew out of the window and headed towards the ruins.

The outside world remains a scene of devastation.

Although the seven big guys ran away, and the Death Annihilation Journey Barrier gradually became ineffective due to Lu Suo's disappearance, the countless low-level curse spirits, curse masters, and the negative emotions caused by fear still spread like a plague across this land.

"Let's start with you."

On the first day of December, he reached out and made a grasping motion towards a level-four cursed spirit that was gnawing on the corpse of a stray cat by the roadside.

"Buzz".

He didn't use his full strength; he merely tentatively mobilized a sliver of the [Chicken] talisman's power—approximately one-tenth of its peak strength.

The level-four cursed spirit seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, instantly exploding into a cloud of black mist.

This time, the world did not react, nor did the eighth black hole hanging overhead.

"I see."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he looked at his palm, lost in thought.

"The causal force of the world has a threshold. As long as I don't go all out like I did in Shinjuku, as long as I keep my output within the range of 'natural phenomena' or 'weak remnants of cursed power,' the world will turn a blind eye."

"One-tenth, or perhaps higher?"

December shook his head. This was the limit of his current ability to interfere with the real world, roughly at the first level.

"That's enough."

He grinned on the first day of the twelfth month. For him now, even with only one-tenth of his strength, it would be more than enough to clear out those small fry.

He turned around, his back to the bustling Tokyo, and walked towards the distant wilderness.

......

The days of wandering were more monotonous than I had imagined, but there was also a strange tranquility to them.

The first day of the twelfth lunar month has no fixed destination. He is like a gust of wind, arriving wherever he pleases.

He passed by an abandoned factory in Saitama Prefecture and casually crushed a swarm of flies that were swarming there.

He traversed the deep mountains of Nagano, using the brute force of the "Ox" talisman to clear a roadblock from a rescue vehicle trapped by falling rocks. The rescue team's driver, thinking it was an aftershock of an earthquake that had dislodged the rocks, was still bowing to the mountains in gratitude.

He even went to Osaka and spent an afternoon sitting by the river in Dotonbori, watching the streets become deserted due to the harassment of cursed spirits.

"I wish you could see me."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he spoke to a stray dog ​​that was looking for food by the river.

The stray dog ​​sneezed, didn't even look up at him, and walked straight around his calf.

"Tch, how heartless."

On the first day of December, he stood up and patted the dust off his trousers—even though there was no dust there at all.

Just then, a faint cry drifted over on the evening breeze.

In a dark alley on the opposite bank of the river, the remnants of cursed power were surging.

On the first day of the twelfth month, his eyes narrowed, and his figure vanished instantly.