"Oh my."
"Looks like I've been exposed."
Standing at the shattered entrance of the tower, White Zetsu swept his gaze playfully across the gathered sorcerers.
"But if I kill all of you…"
"…then it shouldn't count as being exposed, right?"
"Who are you?!"
A Kamo sorcerer roared in anger!
He had just drawn his weapon—
—and in the next instant, his head exploded.
"Jujutsu schools really do raise useless trash."
Picking up the katana from the corpse, White Zetsu let out a sigh.
"I almost forgot… I'm actually pretty strong."
Meeting the terrified gazes around him, White Zetsu grinned, his malice fully on display.
He stepped lightly.
By the time the group snapped back to their senses, another sorcerer had already collapsed into a pool of blood.
Inhuman speed—no one could track his movements.
He lowered his body and slid forward, blades flashing across waistlines!
One man was cut clean in half—then, with a smooth follow-through, he swept through another!
Pale skin became adorned with thick strands of blood.
Transformed into a crimson curse, White Zetsu now revealed the true terror of a curse spirit.
A blood-soaked art of slaughter unfolded grandly within the Kamo estate that night.
High above, thousands of meters in the sky—
Mirai's crimson eyes seemed to pierce through the barrier, taking in White Zetsu Unit One's performance in full.
There was no doubt.
The body White Zetsu controlled… was none other than Zen'in Toji, who had died ten years ago at the hands of Gojo Satoru.
In the original story, the old woman who used the Séance Technique had been able to summon incomplete information from Toji's body.
That alone proved his corpse had not been completely destroyed by Gojo.
To locate Toji's remains, Mirai had gone to great lengths.
After finding them, he soaked the remnants in the third level of the Zen'in clan's cursed vault.
First, he used White Zetsu's original body—born from the Divine Tree—to restore the missing parts.
Then, he purified it with the blood of tens of thousands of cursed spirits over several years.
As for why Toji's body failed to take control of White Zetsu…
Perhaps the quality of Bai Jue's soul surpassed the physical "information" of Toji's body.
The Heavenly Tyrant was indeed powerful—
But before the Divine Tree, capable of devouring the world…
He still fell short—by a vast margin.
As the barrier dissipated, all that remained was crimson.
Moonlight fell once more upon a courtyard littered with corpses.
Naobito watched White Zetsu approach step by step, his mind briefly dazed.
He could clearly see the figure before him—
—but sensed not even the slightest trace of cursed energy.
"…Toji?"
"What are you saying, old man?"
White Zetsu shot him an annoyed glance.
"Mirai wants the cursed tools and the intel. You guys can handle—"
"Forget it. I'll do it myself."
The shattered barrier's leaking cursed energy was instantly devoured.
White Zetsu glanced to the side, speechless.
"You didn't do anything, yet you're taking all the benefits."
"Stop whining," Mirai replied calmly.
"Letting that body move around is already more than enough for you."
"If that old fox notices, things might get troublesome again."
Mirai wasn't afraid of much—
—but if Kenjaku were to disappear for hundreds of years again, that would be a real headache.
Stepping through the blood-soaked ruins, Mirai precisely retrieved what he came for—
Information. Cursed tools.
Barely worth mentioning.
"Naobito. Ju."
Mirai glanced at the two of them.
"Notify the Zen'in clan sorcerers to regroup at the new base. The old estate can be abandoned."
"Heh."
White Zetsu grinned.
"The Time Vessel Association in Shinjuku—just the people on the surface alone number in the tens of thousands. Jujutsu High won't dare act rashly."
"Even that lunatic Gojo won't stir up that kind of trouble to come after us."
"Nice choice of location, Mirai."
Mirai cast him a glance.
"Unit One shouldn't show itself for now. Stay at Jujutsu High and play with them slowly."
Before White Zetsu could refuse—
The space beside Mirai twisted, swallowing him whole.
Inside the Kamui dimension—
White Zetsu rubbed his backside, looking irritated.
"Used and tossed aside… what a scumbag!"
Looking up at the Divine Tree stretching between heaven and earth, he grinned again.
"Grew a bit taller, huh? Not bad."
"Mm! Mm!"
He looked down at the sorcerer firmly bound at the base of the tree.
"Yo. Long time no see."
Next Day — Noon
The individual matches of the exchange event had, thanks to Gojo Satoru's whims, been turned into a baseball game.
The sorcerers from both schools had grown noticeably closer through the match.
The heavy atmosphere from the previous day gradually began to lift.
Hostility and misunderstandings softened.
But just as the game ended—
Utahime brought terrible news.
Standing before the students, she hesitated, unsure how to begin.
Especially when her gaze fell on Kamo Noritoshi.
Looking at the student she had taught for three years, her expression grew complicated.
"Just tell us, sensei. What happened?" Noritoshi asked in a low voice.
"…Last night, one of the Three Great Families—the Kamo clan…"
"…has been completely wiped out."
"The culprit is suspected to be Zen'in Mirai."
Noritoshi froze as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at his teacher.
For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard.
He had only been away for two days…
—and his home was gone?
"Kamo…"
Nishimiya Momo, Miwa Kasumi, and the others rushed forward, faces full of concern.
"Step—step—step—!"
Still in his baseball uniform, Noritoshi hurried toward the field's edge.
"Was it that guy?!"
Glaring at White Zetsu lounging casually on a bench, Noritoshi demanded with a twisted expression.
As the son of a concubine, he had been publicly declared the heir because he inherited the clan technique that the legitimate son lacked.
His ordinary mother, due to her low status, had been cast out of the clan when he was six.
To become the head of the Kamo clan—
To bring his mother back openly—
He had endured, struggled, and suppressed himself all this time.
And now—
Everything was gone.
Utahime also stared intently at White Zetsu. She had come to confirm the truth.
To wipe out one of the Three Great Families overnight—
Aside from Gojo Satoru…
Only that monster from yesterday seemed capable.
No cursed energy residue had been found at the Kamo estate—
which was why Jujutsu High had only labeled it as "suspected."
"Why are you shouting?"
White Zetsu picked at his ear, looking utterly bored.
He had finally gotten to enjoy himself—
only to be shut down immediately after.
He hadn't even recovered emotionally yet.
"Isn't it just exterminating a clan?"
"It wasn't Mirai. I soloed it."
Hearing this—
Crimson markings spread across Noritoshi's face as cursed energy surged violently!
"So it really was him!"
"Why?! Why would he attack the Kamo clan?!"
White Zetsu stared at him, dumbfounded.
"I said I did it. Not Mirai."
"I soloed it!"
Watching Noritoshi being restrained by the Jujutsu High group—
and Utahime making a call to Yaga—
White Zetsu looked utterly depressed.
These days…
No one believes the truth anymore???
Not just Jujutsu High—
Even Kenjaku, on the curse side, received the news:
The Kamo clan—one of the Three Great Families—had been annihilated by Zen'in Mirai.
As for the real culprit—
White Zetsu, technically only Grade 4…
was completely ignored.
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