The moment Yuki's voice rang out, the Zanpakutō at her waist instantly changed form. The snake-like blades of Zabimaru extended in a flash, coiling rapidly and blocking the path of Zenin Ogi.
Senbonzakura's countless petals collided with Zabimaru, producing a crisp clanging sound that echoed through the air.
Everyone at the scene was stunned.
They could understand Satoru's rage, but no one expected him to actually attack one of the highest-ranking officials in the Jujutsu world.
Zenin Ogi's eyes widened, but he couldn't speak.
Because he could clearly feel the killing intent in Satoru's gaze.
If he said one more word, Senbonzakura might actually sever his tongue.
A wise man doesn't fight when he's at a disadvantage.
Zenin Ogi immediately shut up.
Fortunately, Yuki reacted fast. Otherwise, Zenin Ogi might already be gone.
"Tsukmo Yuki... are you really going to stand in my way?"
Satoru extended his right hand, and a glowing blue orb began condensing at his fingertip.
This time, he wasn't joking. Cursed Energy had already gathered to the point of activating a technique at any moment.
At the same time, Yuki raised her left hand. Zabimaru's extended segments vibrated with power, now infused with her Star Rage technique as she prepared to counter Satoru.
This was shaping up to be a clash between Special Grade sorcerers.
Yuki was a certified top-tier sorcerer.
Satoru, though not yet there, was on the verge of becoming one.
To the spectators watching the live broadcast, a fight between these two would be just as thrilling as the destruction of Sukuna's finger—perhaps even more so.
Unfortunately, they couldn't fight.
Because Satoshi wasn't unconscious yet.
"Satoru... cough... come back."
Satoshi coughed lightly and nodded toward Yuki, signaling his thanks.
If she hadn't stepped in, Zenin Ogi would have likely lost more than just his pride.
Satoshi wasn't ready to take over the General Directorate just yet, nor did he have the strength to oversee it right now.
He didn't care about people like Zenin Ogi. Rather than dirty Satoru's hands, it was better to let matters quietly resolve themselves once everything settled. That would be more efficient... and less messy.
They wouldn't lower themselves to the level of fools.
"Satoshi!"
Satoru called out unhappily, but eventually released his Shikai and returned to Satoshi's side.
"Ahem."
Satoshi coughed again, bits of ice still in his breath, while channeling Kaidō techniques to slowly adjust his internal state.
"This is Zenin Ogi, yes?"
He smiled, even calling out the name with deliberate mockery.
"Is the General Directorate satisfied with my performance today?"
"I would assume they are. After all, what I've done benefits the entire Jujutsu world."
"If not... then maybe I'm really in the wrong?"
He paused, as though thinking seriously.
"If I am wrong, then I should probably apologize."
"But... I don't really like apologizing."
"If I'm wrong, wouldn't it be more in line with modern values to just replace the current leadership with people who think I'm right?"
There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, but it chilled both Zenin Ogi and Kamo Kaname to the core.
That was a clear threat from Satoshi.
If the General Directorate wasn't satisfied with him... then he would replace them all.
Coming from anyone else, it might have sounded absurd.
But this was Gojo Satoshi.
The same Satoshi who had slept in the Tombs of the Star for nine years, and was never cast out.
The same Satoshi who forged a Zanpakutō, possessed both Heavenly Restriction and Six Eyes.
The same Satoshi who destroyed a cursed object left behind by the King of Curses that had persisted for over a thousand years.
If they still tried to resist, Satoshi might really stop playing games.
Considering his current power, the prestige of the Gojo family, and the strength of those aligned with him...
Zenin Ogi swallowed hard, unable to think of any way to turn the situation around.
If Satoshi wanted to move against the General Directorate, they wouldn't have the strength to resist.
There was Special Grade sorcerer Yuki.
Quasi-Special Grade sorcerer Satoru.
And Satoshi himself, whose power likely surpassed even the Special Grade designation.
Add in the mysterious Toji in the shadows of the Yorozuya.
And even the enigmatic special-grade Cursed Spirit that operated under Satoshi's command.
This power alone could raze the General Directorate multiple times over.
"Go back and report everything I've said. I don't want to see any of you again."
Satoshi shook his head and turned, walking directly out of the Treasury.
Satoru, Suguru, Yuki...
Most of those present followed Satoshi, leaving behind only Zenin Ogi, Kamo Kaname, and the representatives of the General Directorate, as well as Yaga Masamichi and Sekiguchi Seiji from Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Zenin Ogi. This is Tokyo Jujutsu High School. Our school. You're not seriously thinking of lingering until we leave the Treasury, are you?"
"We still need to clean up the mess."
Seeing Zenin Ogi and Kamo Kaname standing frozen, Yaga Masamichi naturally understood they were hoping to slip away unnoticed.
But unfortunately, this was an important facility of Jujutsu High. Strangers couldn't be left unattended here.
Hearing Yaga's mocking tone, Zenin Ogi glared at him bitterly, then left in disgrace with Kamo Kaname.
Thus, the Tokyo Jujutsu High's proactive Sukuna Finger Destruction Operation came to an end. The live broadcast also began winding down.
Yaga Masamichi had just finished packing up the cursed corpses used for the broadcast and was preparing to leave when he suddenly sensed something off.
Hmm? What's going on? Is there still a live cursed corpse active?
His first thought was of the very first cursed corpse he had created—the prototype that had been locked away in the forbidden archives.
He rushed to the top shelf, where a worn, hunched cursed corpse was still silently recording.
Everything that had just happened in the Tokyo Jujutsu High's library... had been broadcast live by this cursed corpse.
"This... might've gone too far."
The angle was perfect. Despite the image being slightly dated, it captured the moment of Sukuna's finger destruction in a dramatic wide shot.
From this vantage point, the cursed corpse's stream had made the event look even more powerful.
(To be continued.)
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