"Wow, what a spectacle!"
"Which conglomerate's young master is out for a stroll?"
"A supercar little prince!"
"If he weren't so young, this big sister wouldn't mind being kept by him for a few years~"
Pedestrians scattered along both sides of the street looked at the flashy sports car and whispered among themselves.
Some attractive girls had already taken out their phones, searching for information about heirs of major financial groups.
A few had even started thinking about what they would name their future children.
However, none of the crowd dared approach the black luxury cars surrounding the scene. They were afraid that if they accidentally scratched one, the compensation alone would bankrupt them.
Future watched the two people across from him with interest—
the younger versions of Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri.
Compared to the flat drawings in the manga, they felt far more alive.
Through the car window, Shoko and Geto were also staring at the boy sitting in the passenger seat, both frowning slightly.
They had only just arrived when the Zenin clan appeared with such a grand display. It certainly didn't look like a coincidence.
"We've reached the destination. Tell them to proceed according to the plan."
After hearing this, the driver quickly relayed the order through his earpiece.
"Clan head."
A sorcerer stepping out of one of the black cars, along with the mother of the Zenin twins, bowed respectfully.
"Take your daughters shopping. Whatever they like, just buy it. The Zenin family isn't short on money."
Future gave the woman a simple instruction.
Then he looked at the sorcerer standing beside her.
"As for you, protect them."
"If anything happens, you know the consequences."
The Zenin sorcerer dressed in a black suit stiffened immediately and responded hurriedly:
"Please rest assured, Clan Head! Even if it costs me my life, I'll protect the two young ladies!"
The two little girls in the back seat didn't interrupt. After Future finished speaking, they obediently got out of the car and followed their mother into one of the black cars waiting outside the perimeter.
"Geto, aren't you going to run?" Shoko whispered.
"You're currently a criminal wanted by Jujutsu High, you know~"
"If Zenin sorcerers are here, they might be trying to capture you."
Geto smiled faintly.
"Let's wait. I'd like to see what this young Zenin clan head intends to do."
Except for Satoru Gojo, Geto feared no sorcerer attempting to capture him—even if the opponent was from one of the Three Great Families.
That unyielding confidence came from absolute belief in his own strength.
As one of the three Special Grade sorcerers…
Suguru Geto had no intention of hiding in the shadows like ordinary curse users.
The next moment—
Under the astonished gaze of Shoko and Geto, the rows of black luxury cars around them suddenly drove away from the street.
Only the red supercar in front of them remained, sitting alone.
The driver in the seat carried no trace of cursed energy at all—just an ordinary human.
Seeing the calm expression on Future's face, Geto felt even more puzzled.
So they're not here to arrest me?
Or is there some other purpose?
Noticing the confusion on their faces, Future curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Wait a little longer."
"I hate having mosquitoes buzzing around while I'm talking."
Is he talking to us?
Shoko blinked in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
But Geto seemed to realize something and glanced thoughtfully toward several directions.
On the rooftop of a tall building, a masked curse user stared at the ten-billion-yen bounty sitting in the sports car.
He was conflicted.
After receiving the notice, he had rushed here intending to find an opportunity to assassinate the target while following the Zenin convoy.
But the sudden departure of the entire motorcade…
The perfect opportunity now looked suspiciously like a carefully prepared trap.
Attack now? Or wait longer?
While he hesitated, another curse user hidden among the crowd made the first move.
Wearing a mask to conceal his identity, the curse user leapt from the crowd and launched a killing attack immediately.
"—!"
Several sharp throwing knives shot forward like bullets, stirring ripples in the air as they flew straight toward Future.
They targeted vital points—his head, his heart.
One action triggered the rest.
The first attacker was like the horn signaling the assault.
From rooftops, alleyways, shop entrances, the middle of the crowd, even drainage pipes—
More than a dozen masked curse users emerged from every hidden corner.
Even if it was a trap, the ten-billion-yen price was worth the gamble.
Flying knives, elemental fireballs, compressed air blasts, gunfire—
Various cursed techniques and even modern weapons all fired toward the supercar at once.
Geto kept his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of helping.
Not to mention the mysterious young clan head—
even the ordinary human driver showed no panic.
Interesting.
"Boom!"
Just as the curse users thought they had succeeded, the smiles on their faces froze forever.
A monstrous claw suddenly extended from beside the target—
and slapped the overwhelming barrage of attacks into dust.
A gigantic tail emerging from the void pierced through their bodies with explosive speed.
"Ah—!"
Their screams had barely left their throats when the curse users, skewered like candied hawthorns on a stick, were dragged into a patch of empty void.
Nearby pedestrians looked up at the sky in confusion.
But all they saw were blue skies and drifting clouds.
Faint chewing sounds—crunch… crunch…—echoed in the air.
Most people assumed it was just their imagination, shook their heads, and continued walking.
Only Shoko and Geto stood frozen in place.
Their pupils trembled as their expressions instantly turned serious.
The curse spirit itself was still unseen.
Yet ten enormous tails, like withered tree trunks, swayed in the air—covering the sky.
A vast ocean of sinister cursed energy far surpassed any Special Grade pressure they had ever felt.
A curse spirit never recorded by Jujutsu High.
Without question—
A Special Grade.
Cold sweat slid down Shoko's forehead as her trembling hand pulled out her phone.
She had to contact Gojo immediately.
If this thing attacked, it might actually kill Geto.
Geto looked at Zenin Mirai sitting in the passenger seat, the trace of contempt in his heart completely erased.
Just this overwhelming amount of cursed energy alone—
The eleven-year-old boy already qualified to become a Special Grade sorcerer.
"Don't worry. I have no intention of attacking you."
Future rested both hands behind his head and smiled through the window at Geto.
"I'm very interested in the opinions you expressed earlier to Shoko."
"Those idiots at Jujutsu High can't understand them."
"You could try cooperating with the Zenin family."
The driver thoughtfully reclined the passenger seat, allowing Future to lie back more comfortably while speaking.
"Oh?"
"You understand my ideas?"
Geto looked surprised by Future's claim.
After a moment, he chuckled.
"If I want to realize my vision, what about Satoru Gojo, that monster?"
"If we cooperate, he's an obstacle we can't avoid."
Geto admitted the boy in front of him was strong.
His total cursed energy might even exceed Gojo's.
But he still didn't believe the boy had a way to deal with Gojo.
Future nodded slightly.
"For now, that's true. We still need time to develop."
"If you're willing to cooperate, you can come find me at the Zenin estate."
Geto raised his head again to look at the enormous tails swaying in the void, his eyes flickering with thought.
After a long silence, he smiled and nodded.
"Alright. If I ever need help, I'll come knocking."
The entire conversation between the two happened without any attempt to hide it from Shoko, who was still on the phone beside them.
They treated her as if she were simply air.