A/N: Thank y'all for the power stones.
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Kyoto Jujutsu High.
"Ugh…! What are you standing there for? Kill him for me!" the man from the higher-ups screamed at his guards, his voice filled with pain.
"…"
The guards stared at each other, then they attacked Satoru, moving like arrows released from a bowstring.
Bang!
Just as fast as they came was how fast—and even faster—they were punched back.
"Ugh…!" Blood spread across his lips as the man stared at Satoru with fear, finally realizing how strong this boy, not yet in his twenties, was.
"That's enough!" Gakuganji bellowed as he stepped forward, unable to take it anymore.
"Principal Gakuganji…? Yes! Help me! Stop this madman!!!" the man screamed desperately as he squirmed under the vast aura.
"Gojo, that's enough. He would have learned his lesson by now. Let him go," Gakuganji said as he stared at Satoru.
Satoru calmly tilted his head, staring at Gakuganji and sending a chill down the spine of the middle-aged man, but luckily Masamichi stepped forward just in time.
"Satoru, I think that's enough," Masamichi said.
"Heh!" Satoru sneered as he stared at the squirming man. "I just can't leave him without delivering a message to the higher-ups, can I?"
Under the confused gazes of everyone, Satoru raised his leg and—
Crunch
—broke the man's hand.
"Arghhhhh!!!!" The man screamed, his voice cracking under the pain, but Satoru wasn't affected. Squatting slightly, he unfolded his blindfold a little, letting the man see his blue eyes—cold and emotionless.
"Tell those old fogeys who have sat on their high thrones for too long that they feel superior…" Satoru smiled coldly. "They should never command me, or else I wouldn't mind cleaning the house."
"Ugh… ugh…" The man let out an inaudible groan of pain.
Satoru calmly retracted his leg and stepped back.
Masamichi turned to Gakuganji. "Let's go. We shouldn't delay the Goodwill Event."
Gakuganji stared at the groaning man for a while before he turned and walked toward Kyoto Jujutsu High, silently clenching his fist. "Okay."
Though Gakuganji knew Gojo was retaliating against the arrogant man, the fact that he didn't hesitate to wound and threaten the higher-ups was what filled his heart with rage.
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After the group composed of Tokyo and Kyoto Jujutsu High had left, the injured man, with the help of his guards, ran and informed the higher-ups of Satoru's words and actions—naturally exaggerating as a form of revenge.
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Unknown Location
In a traditional Japanese room.
Bang!
Hidden behind a shōji, a figure slammed his desk as he shouted.
"Disrespectful! That kid dares disrespect us?!"
Another voice followed.
"Let's arrest him! Show everyone the consequences of disobeying our orders and injuring our people!"
"I agree!"
"Let's do that!"
The voices in the traditional Japanese room were loud and filled with rage toward Satoru—for the higher-ups, people who command the Japan jujutsu world, Satoru's action was like a slap across their face.
"Enough!" A voice filled with authority silenced the noisy room. "Let me ask you… who will retaliate against Gojo Satoru, and how?"
As the voice fell, no one spoke anymore. Though they were shouting and condemning Satoru, no one was stupid enough to retaliate against him.
Not only was he the modern-era possessor of the Six Eyes, he was also a special-grade sorcerer—one who vanquished special-grade curses like they were third-grade curses. Among the entire higher-ups, none even had a special-grade sorcerer in their clan.
"Let's contact Yuki Tsukumo," a voice said, instantly rejuvenating the lost courage of the higher-ups.
"That's true! Yuki Tsukumo is also a special-grade sorcerer!"
"Someone contact Yuki Tsukumo, the special-grade sorcerer, and tell her to be here before evening!" a voice commanded, reaching the attendants who stood outside.
The room became quiet as all the higher-ups patiently waited. After a while, a sweating attendant entered the room with an unnatural and embarrassed expression.
"What happened?" one of the higher-ups asked. "What did Yuki Tsukumo say?"
The attendant, still with an unnatural expression, stammered out an answer. "Y-Yuki Tsukumo is currently outside Japan… She said she wants no trouble during her vacation."
Though the attendant's voice was tiny due to fear of the higher-ups, they still heard it.
Bang!
"Vacation?! What vacation?!" a voice bellowed in rage, causing the attendant to tremble more.
"That's enough," the voice that had asked for someone to retaliate against Gojo spoke again. "You can go."
"T-Thank you!" The attendant bowed repeatedly and ran outside.
"So, what should we do now?" the voice asked again, but no one spoke. "It seems this meeting shall be concluded."
"I feel like you're protecting this Gojo," the voice that had suggested calling Yuki Tsukumo spoke.
"It's all your imagination," the voice said. Behind the shōji, Haruto calmly stood up. "I'll be leaving. If you still feel like retaliating against Gojo, I won't say nor act…"
"…but just be careful—the one who may die wouldn't be him."
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The first day of the Goodwill Event finally came to an end, with the victory going to Tokyo Jujutsu High—thanks to Mei Mei with her crow and Suguru with his multitude of cursed spirits. The first day, which involved locating and killing cursed spirits, naturally belonged to them.
"Ahhh…" Satoru yawned as he stretched. Apart from teleporting to save the bloodshot-eyed student and Utahime from Kyoto, and Shoko, Satoru had been sitting in place for a long time—yes, he had saved a student from Kyoto. He had just told the higher-ups those things to irk them and make them retaliate so he could find a justifiable reason to wipe them out.
"It appears that we have won this round," Satoru said as he stared at Gakuganji, causing the man's lips to twitch.
Seeing the man's quiet state, Satoru clicked his tongue and was about to teleport to Suguru and the others' side when the chat group—flashing red—appeared in his vision.
[Ding!]
[A new mission—save the females—has been issued!]
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Next Chapter: The Chat Group Mission.