Half an hour later.
Naobito Zenin gathered all the clan's sorcerers who were not away on missions.
"The news about taming the shikigami is absolutely forbidden to spread. What happened tonight stays buried in your stomachs."
He paused before adding another warning.
"And one more thing—this order came directly from that kid himself. You all know the consequences of disobeying."
The moment those words were spoken, a chill ran through the gathered sorcerers. They hurriedly nodded.
"Not just you. The servants who heard the commotion tonight also need to be dealt with."
However, what Naobito meant by "dealt with" was not killing them to silence them.
Within the clan there was a sorcerer capable of erasing memories from within the last day—but only for ordinary humans.
It wasn't true memory rewriting. It worked more like amnesia, causing them to forget what had happened during that time.
For sorcerers who could manipulate cursed energy, it was extremely difficult to succeed. Even if it worked, their memories might return at any time.
Therefore, for the sorcerers themselves, Naobito could only issue a verbal warning.
But with Mirai's authority behind it, none of them would dare speak carelessly.
Tokyo Jujutsu High
Meanwhile, at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
After finishing her studies in the medical room, Shoko Ieiri was preparing to return to her room to rest.
Walking through the long corridor, she immediately spotted two men sitting on the steps at the school entrance.
The scumbag Satoru Gojo.
And their teacher, Masamichi Yaga.
After hesitating for a moment, Shoko walked over.
Instinctively she pulled out a cigarette—but when she noticed Yaga's back, she quietly put it away and instead took out a lollipop.
"So," she asked casually, "still mourning the loss of your old friend?"
Gojo glanced back.
"Oh, it's you, Shoko."
She sat on the step above them and asked indifferently,
"What are you two talking about?"
Gojo rested his chin on one hand. Compared to before, his expression carried a hint of maturity.
"I've been thinking… being the strongest alone doesn't really work."
Shoko's face remained blank.
"Speak human."
"I've decided," Gojo said, "after graduating, I'm joining Jujutsu High as a teacher."
"You?"
Shoko raised an eyebrow.
"You're about to graduate. After tormenting your teachers all this time, now you're planning to ruin students too?"
"Huh?"
Gojo clenched his fists in mock indignation.
"You really have that little faith in me, Shoko?"
"I'm confident I'll become the perfect teacher in my students' eyes."
"What about your clan?" Yaga asked seriously.
Gojo waved his hand dismissively.
"No problem."
"As long as nothing happens to me, the Gojo Clan will be fine."
Then Gojo turned his head toward Shoko.
"Oh right, Shoko. What do you think about the young head of the Zenin Clan?"
Ever since the words spoken by Suguru Geto when he left, Gojo had been somewhat concerned.
Yaga also listened carefully. After all, an eleven-year-old Zenin clan head was bound to attract curiosity.
Shoko paused for a moment.
Then she quietly said:
"He's strong."
"At least in terms of cursed energy reserves… he might even surpass you."
"And the cursed spirit he controls—there's no record of it at Jujutsu High. It's a Special Grade."
Gojo looked genuinely surprised.
Over the phone, Shoko had only urged him to hurry back. She hadn't explained things in detail.
He hadn't expected her to rate that kid so highly.
"You three great clans don't have any information about him?" Yaga asked seriously.
A Special Grade not recorded in Jujutsu High's archives was something he couldn't ignore.
"Ordinary people can't see cursed spirits," Gojo explained calmly.
"Even among the Three Great Families, infiltrating another clan's sorcerer network isn't easy."
"What we do know is that he awakened the Ten Shadows Technique. That was publicly announced when Naobito stepped down as clan head."
"As for the new head's background…"
Gojo paused, his expression turning serious.
"That part we heard from the Zenin household servants."
"The night before Naobito abdicated… that kid personally killed his own father in the estate."
Ten Years Later — Zenin Estate
Ten years had passed since the taming of Mahoraga.
The once slightly immature young clan head was now twenty years old.
Messy black hair fell to his shoulders. His fragmented bangs covered his forehead, revealing only a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.
Draped in a pure black bathrobe, Mirai leaned casually against the doorframe while flipping through a notebook.
"Hey~ when are we going out to have some fun?"
"This boring place is getting old. There's nothing interesting here."
The newcomer wore a black robe and complained with a disgruntled expression.
Future glanced at him and smiled faintly.
"Relax. We'll be changing places soon."
"Really, Mirai?!"
"You're finally willing to leave the house?!"
When Mirai nodded, the visitor began bouncing excitedly.
"Yahoo!"
As he jumped around, the black robe fluttered—revealing red cloud patterns embroidered across it.
The skin exposed beneath was snow-white.
A being invisible to ordinary humans.
Soon after, a sorcerer approached respectfully with a document in hand.
Seeing the cursed spirit hopping beside the clan head, the sorcerer showed no reaction—as if already accustomed to the sight.
"Clan Head."
Mirai took the report and nodded.
He glanced through it casually.
The information almost perfectly matched the page currently open in the notebook at his feet.
The title written there read:
"Jujutsu Kaisen: Year 2017 — The Pure Love Warrior."
"Mirai, where are we going to play?" the cursed spirit asked.
"How about taking you to school?"
"School?"
"Cursed spirits go to school too?"
Future smiled.
"I'll take you to Maki's school."
"What do you think, White Zetsu?"
White Zetsu blinked.
"Sure!"
"I haven't seen Maki Zenin in a long time. I kind of miss her."
Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School
Inside the classroom.
"Where is he?"
Maki rested her chin on one hand, clearly annoyed.
"That idiot blindfold guy is seriously unreliable."
Beside her sat Yuta Okkotsu, wearing the white wide-sleeved uniform.
He nodded silently.
They were supposed to gather at eight.
Now it was already nine—and their teacher Satoru Gojo still hadn't appeared.
"Salmon."
The cursed speech user Toge Inumaki voiced his agreement.
"Don't worry," Panda said quietly after glancing outside.
"I heard some inside information. Apparently the school is planning to open another class."
"Gojo-sensei is probably late because of that."
"A new class?" the others exclaimed.
There weren't many students at Jujutsu High to begin with.
And currently, there was only one teacher—Gojo.
Did they really need another class?
BANG!
Before anyone could ask more questions, the classroom door burst open.
"Sorry, sorry!"
Although he apologized, the bright grin on Gojo's face showed not a hint of guilt.
"Gojo-sensei," Panda asked, "is the school really opening another class?"
Gojo glanced at him in surprise before realizing.
"You've been eavesdropping on the old man's phone calls again, haven't you?"
Panda was a mutated cursed corpse created by Yaga. Since they lived together, he often overheard inside information.
Looking at the curiosity on his students' faces, Gojo finally spoke.
"That's right."
Maki looked surprised.
"So there's going to be a new student… and a new teacher?"
"Correct."
Gojo nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"And the new teacher…"
"…is someone you know, Maki."