Toji Fushiguro walked away.
Though reluctant, he carried the memory of Shion's kindness in saving his life. With that in mind, he made a decision.
Using the name of his late wife as collateral, he formally resigned as the "Sorcerer Killer."
"What? You're quitting?" barked the broker, Shiu Kong, from the other end of the phone.
Toji exhaled through his teeth. "I gave my word. I can't exactly go back on it."
"Besides," he continued, "with those three showing up in the Jujutsu world now, this business will probably collapse anyway."
"What nonsense is that?" the broker scoffed.
Toji didn't bother explaining and simply hung up.
He looked up at the sky as a bird streaked across the horizon.
"Setting a good example for the kid, huh…" he muttered under his breath.
---
Inside a quiet room far from the battlefield, Geto Suguru inspected the yūun he had reclaimed.
This special grade cursed tool had originally been bought from Gojo Shion in payments; since he hadn't finished paying it off, Geto did not intend to give it away for free.
"By the way," Geto said with a sly grin, "your Reverse Cursed Technique can work on others, while mine only works on myself."
Gojo Satoru looked puzzled. The technique was the same Limitless base, so the reversal should behave similarly.
Geto chuckled smugly. "Mine works on others just like Shion's does. I guess both Shion and I like helping people. Only you are the selfish one."
"Huh? Pumped up just because you learned how to reverse a technique?" Satoru teased.
"The feeling is mutual," Geto shot back.
Before they could argue further, Shion cut in, tiredly, "Both of you shut up. We haven't fixed anything with Tengen or Riko yet."
Hearing this, the two rivals finally quieted.
"But first," Shion continued, eyes glinting coldly, "let's pay a visit to the remnants of the Star Plasma Cult."
Before departing, Toji had given them the rendezvous point he'd agreed on with the cult.
Gojo Shion made it clear he had no intention of letting those villains go unpunished.
---
At that moment, members of the Star Plasma Cult knelt in prayer inside their chamber, appearing solemn and devout. At the center stood a stone platform — just large enough to hold a person's body.
Impatiently, one cultist snapped, "Where is the Star Plasma Vessel's corpse? Has Toji not arrived yet?"
"He's not coming," another said uneasily.
Suddenly, Gojo Shion, Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru appeared before them.
The cultists froze, shocked, clearly unaware of what had transpired.
Gojo Shion surveyed the rows of stunned faces with an expression like a blade in silence. A dense aura of indifference gathered around him.
"Satoru," he said quietly, "let me handle this. Right now, I won't feel ashamed at all."
Geto hastily stepped between them. "Hey! Satoru, Shion, the mastermind already escaped. There's no point in killing these people!"
"Important or not, that doesn't matter," Shion replied, his face darkening.
Geto clenched his fists. "It is important. To a Jujutsu Sorcerer, it matters."
Before Satoru or Geto could respond, a soft sound echoed around the room.
Squelch.
Then silence.
Satoru and Geto froze, horrified.
Before them, the cultists of the Star Plasma Cult had been flattened into indistinguishable red paste.
Blood, organs, and fragments of bone drenched the floor and smeared the walls, transforming the once-clean chamber into a scene of total carnage.
And standing at the edge of it all, Gojo Shion did not flinch.
"Suguru…" Shion began, voice restrained.
"Hey, Shion," Geto interrupted, anger rising, "those were ordinary people!"
He was not just shocked — he was enraged. Gojo Shion's act of slaughtering unarmed cultists went against everything he believed a sorcerer should represent. Worse, this would paint Satoru and Shion as wanted in the eyes of the Jujutsu world.
Gojo Shion turned to face both of them, his gaze sharper than ever.
"Satoru, Suguru is right," he admitted. "Meaning and restraint matter to a Jujutsu Sorcerer. But Suguru, I disagree with your principle."
"Sorcerers should protect non-sorcerers? The strong should protect the weak?" he asked coldly. "I cannot accept that. What if a non-sorcerer is a murderer? Would you save him?"
"I don't owe anyone life or death," he continued with brutal simplicity, "but if I were to profess any philosophy, it would be this."
He paused, voice steady.
"Whether sorcerer or non-sorcerer, scum should go to hell to repent."
Geto found himself unable to argue. Part of him wanted to object, but the words lodged in his throat.
He felt another thought growing within, darker and more absolute than before.
Why should sorcerers risk everything just to shield weak humans?
---
After a tense silence, Satoru was the first to break it with a bored tone.
"Eh, brother," he said with a shrug and a faint grin returning, "why so serious? At least this problem is settled, right?"
Shion dropped his harsh expression and gave Geto's shoulder a light pat.
"Stop spacing out. Let's go."
Geto took a shaky breath and forced a helpless smile.
"Got it."
Shion followed by Satoru left the chamber.
Geto stepped out but paused, eyes lingering on the blood-soaked chamber.
"Scum should go to hell to repent…" he muttered quietly, the mantra settling in his mind like a strange, lingering echo.
---
Elsewhere, Masamichi Yaga halted beside the rabbit-shaped Cursed Corpse that contained Amanai Riko's hidden form.
"Um… can I come out now? It's really stuffy and hot in here," came Riko's voice, muffled.
Yaga glanced at the rabbit, then wiped sweat from his brow apologetically.
"Sorry, time was tight, so comfort wasn't a priority when I made this," he explained.
Misato Kuroi, ever gentle, comforted Riko with a kind voice. "Miss, please bear with it a little longer. Who knows if those bad people will follow us."
Yaga added, "There's a safe house with strong Barriers not far ahead. We'll be fine once we get there."
Riko exhaled with a sigh, "I don't know what punishment I'll face once this comes out… those three seem to only make trouble for me!"
---
Just as they were about to move on, dozens of figures suddenly appeared ahead, blocking the road.
Masamichi and Misato instantly shielded the rabbit Cursed Corpse, alarmed.
At the forefront was a group of Jujutsu High higher-ups and elders from the big clans, led by Yoshinobu Gakuganji, his cloudy eyes sharp with scrutiny.
"Masamichi Yaga," Gakuganji said coldly, his voice cutting.
Masamichi froze, unsure how to answer.
Then Gakuganji turned his gaze to Misato Kuroi.
"If I recall correctly, you are the Star Plasma Vessel's caretaker, aren't you?"
His eyes shifted to the rabbit Cursed Corpse at their feet.
"Then the Star Plasma Vessel must be inside this Cursed Corpse, correct?"