Satoshi glanced at Ogi but didn't pay him much attention. He said calmly, "It's fine, Principal Sekiguchi. Let's begin."
Sekiguchi seemed as if he wanted to say something more.
But seeing the youth's unwavering expression, he could only sigh.
Still, considering this was Gojo Satoshi, perhaps he really could create a miracle.
Ogi, standing to the side, burst into laughter the moment he heard Satoshi's words.
He had genuinely worried that Satoshi would back down. If that had happened, even if they managed to reclaim two of Sukuna's fingers, they'd be helpless when it came to the four from the Gojo clan.
Since all three of the Big Sorcerer Families were present, they couldn't afford to openly tear into one another to seize the fingers. But if Satoshi handed them over willingly...
He turned and walked away, his voice echoing with a tone of mockery.
"Alright then, Gojo Satoshi. I can't wait to see how Jujutsu High plans to destroy Sukuna's fingers."
This was the best outcome he could've hoped for.
The corners of Ogi's mouth lifted slightly.
Gojo Satoshi is still as arrogant as he was nine years ago.
Seeing that Satoshi had made up his mind, Sekiguchi said nothing more.
He turned to Yaga. "In that case, Yaga, begin preparations."
"Yes, Principal Sekiguchi!"
While Satoshi had been retrieving the fingers, Yaga had already finished preparing the live broadcast through a Cursed Corpse. The transmission was ready to begin.
As Yaga's Cursed Energy began to flow, it was quickly infused into the live-feed Cursed Tool.
All around the venue, projection screens slowly flickered to life, displaying a live view of the Treasury.
Outside the school, many of the spectating sorcerers watching the broadcast were shocked.
"What? Jujutsu High is seriously trying to destroy Sukuna's fingers?!"
"No, not the school. It was Gojo Satoshi's proposal. That guy's insane. Doesn't he know Sukuna's fingers can't be destroyed?"
"Hard to say. Sure, no one's succeeded in the last thousand years, but the one attempting it this time is Gojo Satoshi—and he has a Zanpakutō."
"Not to mention his brother, Gojo Satoru, is a top-tier sorcerer. If they work together, maybe they really have a shot."
"…"
As the broadcast began, disbelief erupted among the crowd.
At first, everyone thought it was just a publicity stunt by Jujutsu High.
No one had expected them to actually go through with it.
…
Elsewhere, in an apartment building in Tokyo.
"Jogo, finish it now. Don't give that cursed spirit a chance to escape!" Yuto shouted.
Jogo frowned slightly.
But when he saw the fleeing cursed spirit, he sighed and raised his hand.
The cursed spirit was instantly engulfed in flames, its screech echoing through the room as it was burned to ash.
Jogo had no intention of sparing it. His Cursed Energy surged until the cursed spirit was reduced to nothing but charred remains.
Only then did Jogo breathe out. He turned and looked at Yuto, frowning. "Okkotsu, can you take the mission more seriously?"
Yuto shrugged with a relaxed smile. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just not as strong as you, and you've got it covered."
Jogo was furious and shouted, "What do you mean by that?! You're part of the mission too. You're not weak, so use your Zanpakutō next time! Stop slacking off just because I'm around!"
After yelling, Jogo let out a frustrated sigh. Missions with Okkotsu always wore him out.
Suddenly, a phone rang. They both instinctively reached for their pockets.
"…It's mine." Yuto answered with a grin. "Hey?"
As the voice spoke on the other end, Yuto's expression grew serious. "What did you say?"
"…Got it. Jogo and I will head back immediately."
Seeing Yuto's change in demeanor, Jogo quickly asked, "What happened?"
Yuto looked up and said gravely, "Satoshi is planning to destroy the Sukuna fingers collected at Jujutsu High."
"Destroy Sukuna's fingers?!"
As a Special Grade cursed spirit, Jogo understood better than most just how terrifying Sukuna's fingers were.
He stared at Yuto in disbelief. "You're joking, right? That's impossible."
Those fingers had been around for over a thousand years. Who would even dare think about destroying them?
Thousands of years had proven just how indestructible they were. Even Gojo Satoshi, no matter how strong, seemed overly ambitious this time.
Yuto nodded. "It's real. And Satoshi isn't just trying to destroy them—he's doing it live, in front of everyone, using a Cursed Corpse broadcast."
Jogo's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body trembled.
"Is he trying to announce his full return to the jujutsu world?"
Though many already knew that Satoshi had returned, few truly believed in his strength.
But this would silence the doubts. This was his statement to the world.
"Let's go. We need to get back right away."
…
At that moment, inside the Gojo Estate.
Ever since Satoshi and Shoko had left, a sense of unease had lingered.
Everyone knew Satoshi was likely using this opportunity to send a warning to the Zenin and Kamo clans.
If he succeeded, they would undoubtedly restrain themselves for a while.
As a result, managing the Gojo clan as acting head would become far easier.
But if he failed, the attempt would not only lose its deterrent effect, it might even embolden their enemies.
Worse still, the Kamo and Zenin clans might reclaim the very fingers that the Gojo clan had painstakingly secured.
Giving them up was one thing—but giving them to those two clans, especially after all their scheming around Sukuna's fingers, was a different story.
Right now, Kumaen couldn't quite figure out what the Kamo and Zenin clans were plotting, but one thing was certain—they were not friendly to the Gojo family.
"I wonder if Satoshi has made it back to Jujutsu High," Shunichi said, clearly worried. "Maybe I should go and lend a hand."
Though his power was far below Satoshi's, one more person meant one more ally on the field.
(To be continued.)