Yamada ignored Satoru's crazy talk and turned to walk towards the Jujutsu High students lying in the distance.
Toge had fallen unconscious due to the backlash of overusing Cursed Speech.
Noritoshi's shoulder had been pierced by a wooden spike, and he had lost too much blood.
Although Megumi's injuries were lighter, he had also exhausted his Cursed Energy and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"The young people nowadays are getting worse with each generation."
Yamada looked down at Megumi, his tone carrying a few hints of undisguised disdain. "With just this much strength, don't say you're Toji's son in the future. I'd find it embarrassing."
Megumi clenched his teeth and lowered his head, unable to refute.
If Yamada hadn't arrived in time today, the three of them would have already become fertilizer for that Cursed Spirit.
"Alright, don't look like you're about to die. Help the two of them up."
Yamada raised his right hand, and a green light appeared in his palm.
Yang Release.
Under the light of this energy representing extreme vitality, a miracle happened again.
The bone-deep puncture wound on Noritoshi's shoulder grew granulation and healed into a scab at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Toge's damaged throat was quickly healed, and his pale face regained its ruddy color.
Even their exhausted physical strength was greatly replenished under the nourishment of Yang Release.
"This... what kind of technique is this?"
Satoru crouched nearby, his Six Eyes staring intently at the green light in Yamada's hand, his eyes filled with shock.
He could see through all the Cursed Energy flow in the world, but in this green light, there wasn't even a trace of Cursed Energy. This wasn't a negative-times-negative Reverse Cursed Technique, this was a pure energy he had never seen before that directly manipulated the laws of life.
"Just a trick for saving people." Yamada withdrew his hand and didn't explain much.
Seeing several students stand up again, Satoru stopped questioning and clapped his hands, turning his attention back to the business at hand.
"Although that wooden Cursed Spirit got away, today's farce can be considered a loud slap in the face to those old fogies in the higher-ups."
Satoru glanced at the Jujutsu High forest, which had been destroyed beyond recognition.
"Since those guys dared to strike during the Goodwill Event, they must be after the cursed warehouse beneath Jujutsu High. It seems they are trying to recover those remaining Sukuna fingers, or some other special grade cursed object."
"Let them take it."
Yamada put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk in the direction he came from, his silhouette stretching long in the sunlight.
"Scatter enough bait, and they'll bite the hook wholeheartedly."
"Satoru, go back and tell those brats under you that if they want to live, they should train desperately. For the next period of time, I will return to the Divine Realm for training. When those rats think they have everything arranged and are ready to completely overturn this world..."
Yamada slightly tilted his head, the scarlet hexagram and six pitch-black tomoe quietly rotating in his eyes.
"I will personally take the field."
"I'll smash them, along with their table, into pieces."
Leaving behind this extremely arrogant declaration, the spatial vortex in Yamada's right eye twisted.
Under the gaze of Satoru and several students, his figure merged into the void without any obstruction and disappeared from the spot.
Satoru looked at the place where Yamada had disappeared for a long time, and a trace of uncontrollable, feverish smile rose at the corner of his lips.
"He sure talks big."
He pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose and turned to look at Megumi and the others.
"Did you hear that, Megumi? That monster has spoken. In the coming days, I'm going to give you guys some real hellish special training. If you don't want to die, then work your asses off to get stronger."
In the Jujutsu High forest, Satoru's flamboyant laughter echoed.
On the other side, deep in the dark sewers.
Hanami, with only half their body left, was laboriously dragged back by Jogo and Mahito.
"Too terrifying... that man..." Hanami's voice carried an undisguised tremble.
"His power is simply not something we can contend with. If he wanted to kill me, I wouldn't even have had a chance to dive into the ground."
In the corner, "Suguru" with stitches on his forehead slowly stepped out of the shadows. Looking at Hanami's tragic injuries, instead of panicking, he showed a strange, cold smile.
"He didn't kill you because he was too arrogant."
Kenjaku toyed with the special grade cursed object he had just stolen from the Jujutsu High warehouse, his eyes flashing with sinister calculation.
"Arrogance is the most fatal weakness. He thinks he can control everything, but he doesn't know that the 'cage' I prepared for Satoru can also trap him."
"Just wait. October 31st, Shibuya."
"I will let you high-and-mighty powerhouses taste true despair."
An ultimate storm sweeping through the entire Jujutsu World, gambling on the survival of humanity, officially entered its countdown at this moment.
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With a subtle distortion of space, the starlight gate of the Miniature Divine Realm quietly closed in mid-air, completely sealing off the clamor of the outside Jujutsu World, the schemes of the Higher-Ups, and the nauseating aura of those Cursed Spirits.
Yamada stepped onto the soft green grass within the divine realm and took a deep breath of air scented with sweet flowers.
Here, there was no harsh winter cold or summer heat. The breeze was always perfectly gentle, and even the movement of the clouds in the sky obeyed his every whim.
He strolled slowly along the bluestone path toward the modern medical laboratory in the center of the island.
Over the past few months, Yamada had spent a small portion of his Dimension Points to expand this private territory. The divine realm now boasted an area equivalent to a complete utopia. Mountains, lakes, and even a small grove of Wisteria had been perfectly replicated within it.
Beep—
The automatic glass door of the laboratory slid open.
Inside the spacious and bright sterile lab, Shinobu wore a white lab coat and windproof goggles, staring intently at the dark purple liquid spinning rapidly in the centrifuge before her.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she didn't turn around, simply setting down the dropper in her hand, removing her goggles, and rubbing her weary brow.
"You're back? This trip was shorter than expected." Shinobu turned around, a hint of a smile in her purple eyes.
Habitually, she walked to the sink to wash her hands, casting a sidelong glance at Yamada's black trench coat, which hadn't even gathered a speck of dust.
"I ran into a bunch of rats that only knew how to skulk in the shadows and play tricks. It was boring, so I left early."
Yamada walked over, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked at the test tubes on the lab bench with their strange labels.
"Are these the Cursed Spirit samples Toji sent in over the last few days?"
"Mm."
Shinobu didn't pull away from his embrace, instead leaning into his sturdy chest and pointing at the liquid extracted in the centrifuge.
"Toji may have a foul temper, but his efficiency is undeniable. Following my instructions, he collected a large amount of Cursed Energy-infused blood of varying grades from black markets across Tokyo and from wild Cursed Spirits."
Shinobu's gaze turned serious, radiating the fervor of a pharmacological genius.
"The Cursed Energy of this world is very interesting. It is energy entirely generated by the accumulation of human negative emotions. I attempted to use reverse neutralization on this negative Cursed Energy with the Wisteria Toxin and Yang Release Chakra I prepared earlier."
She took out a glass test tube containing a transparent liquid and shook it under the light.
"As soon as this is injected into a Cursed Spirit, it will instantly sever the connection between the Cursed Spirit and the external negative emotions. For those high-grade Cursed Spirits that rely on human fear to exist, this is like pulling out their oxygen tube. There's no need to decapitate them, they will disintegrate into a pile of harmless sand within seconds on their own."
Listening to this hardcore medical explanation, Yamada couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
This woman was a dangerous element wherever she went.
If this poison, developed specifically to target the underlying logic of Cursed Spirits, were to spread to the Jujutsu World outside, those old geezers would probably bankrupt themselves to buy out the formula.
"Well done."
Yamada turned his head and kissed her smooth cheek.
"However, leave these bottles and jars for the people below to worry about. I didn't come back to the divine realm just to watch you work overtime."
Shinobu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave him a playful nudge with her elbow.
"Don't try that with me. You dumped the whole mess outside onto Gojo and ran here to slack off. Do you really think I don't know what you're planning?"
She turned around, wrapping her arms around Yamada's neck, a look of complete understanding flashing in her eyes.
"You're waiting for those guys hiding in the shadows to reveal all their trump cards, and then you're going to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, right?"
"You know me well, Shinobu."
Yamada laughed aloud, sweeping her up into his arms. Amidst Shinobu's startled cry, he strode out of the laboratory toward the antique Japanese-style courtyard nearby.
"The bait has already been cast, fermentation takes time. Let's enjoy our vacation during this period. What do you want for dinner? I'll have Toji get takeout from the most expensive restaurant in Tokyo."
"Who makes their bodyguard run errands for takeout every day? I'll go make it myself."
"No, you have to stay with me today."
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