Five days remain until the resurrection of the Three Great Yokai.
Late at night, in a deep canyon in the outskirts, lies the secret base of the Curse User organization.
Within the Innate Domain jointly created by chopper, Kofushi, and the.
Inside the domain was a vast plain.
In the center of the plain stood three tall stone statues.
They corresponded to the Three Great Yokai: Yamata no Orochi, Tamamo-no-Mae, and Daitengu.
And a large sacrificial altar.
The leaders of the Three Great Curse Wielder Organizations were currently discussing the resurrection plan for five days later.
"Everything is ready now, all we need is the final catalyst. Do you two have anything to say?"
The oldest among the three, the, spoke.
"Of course. I think it's necessary for us to eliminate that guy named Alex Moyan first."
Kofushi's voice was cold; even now, her hand still throbbed with pain.
chopper and the both shook their heads, disagreeing with Kofushi's opinion.
"He said he would come out to stop us at the most critical moment. If we don't eliminate him now, there will be endless trouble!"
Kofushi spoke of the pros and cons, though a large part of it was driven by a desire for revenge.
chopper spoke: "Setting aside whether the few of us could successfully kill a Quasi-Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer in broad daylight..."
"Even if we succeeded, how much would we lose?"
"The current priority isn't eliminating that man, but resurrecting the Lords."
"Only with the power of the Lords will we be qualified to go to war with the Jujutsu Sorcerers and stand on equal footing."
chopper paused, then spoke: "Perhaps we can put out a bounty and have other Curse Users intercept Alex Moyan in five days. We don't need to kill him, just delay him."
"Or, we could pay a high price to have that man take action; it's not entirely impossible."
chopper's tone was heavy.
The man he spoke of was naturally the heavenly restriction tyrant—Toji Fushiguro!
the spoke up from the side, shaking his head. His aged voice said, "Absolutely impossible. We can't possibly hire that fellow Toji Fushiguro to act."
"Have you forgotten what that man's surname used to be?"
"Even if Toji Fushiguro left the Zenin Family and married into the Fushiguro family, it doesn't mean he has no connection to the Zenin Family."
"He is still a member of the Zenin Family at heart."
"Don't forget, that old ghost of the Zenin Family is still alive!"
"As long as he's alive, Toji Fushiguro can't turn the world upside down!"
"Back then, half of the Zenin Family was slaughtered. Do you really think that madman had feelings for the other half of his kin?"
"Heh."
"Recall all members. Once they enter our home ground, even if that Six Eyes brat from the Gojo Family comes, we can make him die with regret!"
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Night, Tokyo, on a dim street.
A burly man with black hair and black eyes, looking wild and untamed, was walking home nonchalantly.
Toji Fushiguro had just finished a mission to exorcise a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit.
To him, First Grade was simply too weak.
However, the price the client paid was very satisfying.
Toji Fushiguro looked at the bank balance notification on his phone, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Looks like I can go for another round of high-stakes gambling."
Toji Fushiguro prepared to go for a big gamble.
After all, what better way to relieve worries than getting rich quick?
Just as Toji Fushiguro was walking leisurely along this deserted road...
Several figures appeared from the darkness, blocking Toji Fushiguro's path.
Toji Fushiguro lifted his eyelids, looking at the people not far away with a nonchalant expression, as if looking at a few blind dogs blocking the way.
"Get lost. Good dogs don't block the road."
"Zenin Toji, the Clan Head requests your presence. Please come back with us."
One of them spoke.
Toji Fushiguro acted as if he hadn't heard, his voice cold: "Get lost!"
"If you don't come back with us, then we'll have to use some violent means."
A youthful voice responded; it seemed to be a young man who had only recently become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
He probably thought Toji Fushiguro was just a worthless loser with no Cursed Energy.
He had no idea how powerful Toji Fushiguro actually was.
Soon, he would pay the price for his arrogant words.
In the next second, Toji Fushiguro was already in front of the man, lifting him high with one large hand, his grip tightly choking the man's throat.
"How is this possible! Isn't he a waste with zero Cursed Energy? How can his speed be so fast!"
The man couldn't believe it. He tried to break free from Toji Fushiguro's restraint, only to find the other's body was like steel and his hand like a steel vise. No matter how he resisted, it was futile.
Soon, the man's face began to turn red and then purple from lack of oxygen, his eyeballs bulging out, on the verge of dying from suffocation.
Someone tried to step forward to save him but was stopped by the man in the lead.
"I told you, don't provoke this man."
"He sought his own death; he can't blame anyone else."
The leader was a survivor who had once witnessed the heavenly restriction tyrant slaughtering the Zenin Family.
He knew very well how terrifying the man in front of him was!
Just as the man was about to die, a hunched, extremely old man slowly walked out from the darkness.
"Enough, Toji. This farce should end."
The old man's voice was raspy and low, sounding as if he were at death's door, yet it made people feel incredibly eerie.
Zenin Naoto!
The Former Head of the Zenin Clan, and the possessor of the Zenin Family's Ten Shadows Technique!