Yuki glanced at Yuji, who looked utterly lost, but said nothing more.
After exchanging a few brief words with Yaga, she left ahead of the group to wait at Jujutsu High.
Regarding Todo's death, Yuki felt grief and anger as well.
But she would not abandon her convictions because of it.
Once you step into the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, partings by life and death are simply the norm.
As for Yuji, a newcomer who had only just joined…
Yuki could understand his feelings—but she would not recklessly rush to avenge Todo against Zen'in Mirai.
A sorcerer from a thousand years ago.
The plans and motives of both the one called "Brain" and Zen'in Mirai were still far from fully understood.
She needed to discuss matters with the other thousand-year-old "monster" within Jujutsu High before deciding her next course of action.
If there were another way to stop the destruction of the world—to prevent war between nations—
Yuki might never even appear before Zen'in Mirai again.
Seeing Yuji standing there, at a loss and on the verge of mental collapse,
Nanami did not offer comfort. Instead, he spoke sternly:
"Itadori."
"You need to understand."
"Everything that happened in Shibuya—and everything that will happen next—"
"This is no longer just a battle. It's a war."
"A war that will determine whether jujutsu sorcerers can continue to exist… and whether Japan itself can remain stable."
"Right and wrong are no longer what matters. Neither is hatred."
Nanami stepped forward and placed a hand on Yuji's shoulder.
"Even if you stop and curl up, time will not wait for you."
"Even if weakness and helplessness crush you, you must grit your teeth and keep moving forward."
"Jujutsu sorcerers often force their comrades to give their lives for others."
"That's why I've always thought being a sorcerer is a miserable job."
"But since you chose this path, then you must accept this tainted life!"
It was precisely because Nanami acknowledged Yuji as a comrade that he said so much.
A thousand-year-old sorcerer revived, the mysterious figure controlling Geto Suguru's body, and the terrifying Zen'in Mirai—
And now, Jujutsu High had lost Gojo Satoru.
Their side was like a lone boat drifting in a raging storm, liable to be destroyed at any moment.
In such a situation, anger, impulsiveness, and hatred would not help in the slightest.
Only by remaining calm could they increase their chances of survival.
"If you can't even figure out what you're fighting for,"
"then you don't need to step onto the battlefield again."
"I'll have someone confine you at Jujutsu High until everything is over."
Pushing up his sunglasses, Yaga looked at Yuji with a stern expression.
"There is no such thing as a death without regret for a sorcerer."
"But at the very least, you must understand why you would die."
"Everyone, leave. Let him think this through alone."
Before Gakuganji could receive orders to kill Yaga, and before Okkotsu could receive orders to execute Yuji—
The swift actions of the White Zetsu had already altered many developments.
Stepping into the first rays of the morning sun, White Zetsu returned to the Shinjuku branch of the Time Vessel Association, looking thoroughly pleased.
"Yo, kid Mirai."
Entering the underground hall, he greeted Mirai.
Then, with a leap—splash!—he jumped into a pool formed from the blood of cursed spirits.
He quite enjoyed this tingling sensation, as if cleansing his soul.
"So? Tell me—wasn't your boy Zetsu efficient?"
"With that bunch of old geezers, did I really need two days?"
"Four hours of travel, and I wiped them out in two minutes."
Mirai shook his head, speechless for a moment.
This guy really didn't understand why he had been given two days—or why he had been told to travel on his own.
The "Brain" still needed time to set up the barrier and prepare the necessary ritual.
Letting White Zetsu roam freely had mostly been to avoid his nonstop chatter.
"Since you're back, go carry out the mission with Naobito and the others."
"Pff—pff—pff!"
White Zetsu's dog-paddle sent splashes of cursed flesh and blood everywhere.
"No wonder I didn't see the old man or the Zen'in sorcerers when I came in."
"Fine, I'll soak for another ten minutes, then head out."
Naobito, Zen'in Ju, and the few remaining official members of the Hei unit—
Had already been dispatched by Zen'in Mirai a day before the Shibuya Incident.
Ten minutes later, White Zetsu reluctantly climbed out of the pool.
"Let's go. I'll tag along and take a look."
Standing beside Mirai, he lifted his chin and clasped his hands behind his back, putting on the air of a leader.
Mirai didn't bother replying. He waved a hand, summoning a void tunnel.
Step… step…
After about a minute of traversing the empty expanse,
White Zetsu's eyes gleamed as he looked at the grand structure before him.
"Where is this?"
Under the warm orange glow of the afternoon sun—thirteen hours behind Japan—
Mirai answered calmly:
"The White House."
November 1st, 10:00 PM.
Yaga led the group through the ruins of Jujutsu High.
Each time they passed a heavily damaged shrine gate, Yaga would step forward and release his cursed energy.
At the 108th door—
What appeared to be an ordinary wooden door began to distort once it sensed Yaga's presence.
Without hesitation, Yaga stepped inside.
Yuki followed.
Then Nanami, Maki, Panda, Inumaki, Nobara, Fushiguro, and the others entered one after another.
Last were Choso—and Yuji Itadori, whose expression had subtly changed.
Most of the Tokyo sorcerers were present.
Miwa and the Kyoto students had already been taken back by Utahime to regroup with Gakuganji.
Inside the door—
An endless sea of trees stretched before them, vines creeping across the outer walls of a vast palace.
Without stopping, Yaga led them forward.
The moment Choso stepped into the Tombs of the Star Corridor, his expression turned grim.
Previously, he had assumed he couldn't sense his younger brothers' remains due to Tengen's barrier.
But even now, inside it—
He still couldn't detect them.
Were their remains not here?
Choso glanced at Yuji, whose face was heavy with emotion, but said nothing.
After passing through a long corridor, Yaga led them onto an elevator that went straight to the main hall.
The bloodstains left eleven years ago by Riko Amanai had still not faded.
Nobara and the others looked at them curiously, but did not ask questions.
Four eyes with compound pupils. No eyebrows. No ears.
A head shaped like an upright thumb, draped in a plain robe resembling that of a Buddhist monk.
It resembled a human—but looked even closer to a cursed spirit.
"The descendant of cursed speech… a mutated cursed corpse… a Zen'in heir… a Death Painting Womb vessel…"
"And… the vessel of Sukuna."
"Welcome. This is our first meeting."
Tengen spoke calmly.
Those without notable lineage—Nobara, Nanami, Ino, Kusakabe—
Yaga, who had met Tengen before—and…
"Not even going to greet me, Tengen?"
Yuki stood with one hand on her hip, her expression full of disdain as she stared coldly at Tengen.
Sensing the fleeting killing intent—
Okkotsu Yuta, standing beside Tengen, slightly narrowed his eyes.
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