Ieiri Residence.
Ieiri Inamichi looked at the grainy live feed with a slight frown.
Even if Satoshi truly couldn't use his Zanpakutō anymore, hadn't he already demonstrated a corresponding Jujutsu ability during this exorcism mission?
The technique he released with incantation alone seemed no weaker than a Zanpakutō's ability.
Moreover, like Toji, Satoshi was also someone born with a Heavenly Restriction. After some time to recover, Satoshi's physical body would surely become just as formidable as Toji's, right?
But what was the point of this live broadcast? Why was the quality so poor?
Ieiri Inamichi sighed and looked toward his daughter and Satoshi. With Satoshi around, his daughter wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
...
Inside the Jujutsu High Library, Yaga Masamichi himself was unaware that the internal surveillance footage was being transmitted from a different angle.
The live signal received by people like Ieiri Inamichi, Yagyū Yusuke, and other lesser clan heads wasn't the same stream prepared by Yaga. The footage they were watching was entirely different from what Gojo Kumaen, Kamo Shinji, Zenin Naobito, and others were seeing.
In a corner of the library, the first-generation live broadcast Cursed Corpse created by Yaga had unexpectedly activated its broadcast function due to the surge in cursed energy caused by the presence of so many sorcerers.
In this way, the events occurring within the Treasury were not only visible to the top brass of the Jujutsu General Administration and the Three Great Clans, but also to all minor families throughout the Jujutsu world who had previously subscribed to Yaga's original Cursed Corpse live broadcast system...
...
"Mom, I'm back."
Nanami Kento returned home from a mission to exorcise a cursed spirit, only to find the live broadcast doll he'd brought back from Jujutsu High had somehow activated.
This odd doll had been a gift from Jujutsu High during enrollment, but he'd never used it and always considered it an eyesore. He hadn't expected it to actually function as a live broadcaster.
"What? It can turn on by itself? Is it spying on me? That's too much."
Nanami sighed and reached out to turn it off, but the moment his hand touched the doll, his expression froze.
He saw the silhouette of Gojo Satoru in the blurry broadcast.
Huh? It's actually showing something about Gojo Satoru? Did something happen at Jujutsu High again? I need to see this.
Gojo Satoru once saved his life, even though they didn't get a chance to speak face to face.
Nanami Kento still remembered the flash of white light that had appeared out of nowhere in the sky.
That light, like white lightning, pierced straight through a Grade 1 cursed spirit before him, instantly pulling him back from the brink of death.
It may have been nothing more than a casual strike from Gojo Satoru, but for Nanami, it was a life-saving moment.
But… was that really Gojo Satoru's technique? Isn't Gojo Satoru's cursed technique supposed to be Infinity?
Could that white lightning be a new application of the Limitless Technique?
Nanami Kento sat cross-legged on the bed, deep in thought, staring intently at the broadcast from the Cursed Corpse, eager to see what other surprises the live feed might bring.
What Nanami Kento, still a student at Ieiri's Jujutsu High, didn't know… was that the one who saved him wasn't Gojo Satoru, but Gojo Satoshi—the man who had slumbered for nine years and was now once again stepping into the world's spotlight...
...
"Gojo Satoshi-dono, are you coming?"
In the library of the Treasury, Zenin Ogi gestured mockingly at Satoshi.
He was looking forward to watching Gojo Satoshi make a fool of himself in front of the entire Jujutsu world.
At this point, he was even more confident in Ryomen Sukuna's power than Sukuna himself.
This was the King of Curses from a thousand years ago.
How could this ancient entity, whose body had resisted destruction even from generations of sorcerers, be defeated by a mere brat like Gojo Satoshi—especially one who had just awakened from a nine-year sleep?
Ogi admitted that nine years ago, Satoshi's Zanpakutō had stunned him and made him lower his head before Naobito.
But now, nine years had passed. The times had changed.
Cursed Tools had already become relics.
Under the guidance of the General Bureau, modern sorcerers focused entirely on refining their innate techniques.
And most importantly, wasn't it said that Gojo Satoshi could no longer wield his Zanpakutō?
As long as no new Zanpakutō appeared, and Satoshi himself—the creator of Zanpakutō—was unable to use them, then their influence would continue to decline. Eventually, Zanpakutō would fade into obscurity.
Ogi didn't care why Satoshi was destroying Sukuna's fingers.
All that mattered to him was striking a blow to Satoshi's reputation and the prestige of the Gojo Clan. That would be worth more than anything.
After all, he had gone through considerable trouble to get the Zenin Clan and the Kamo Clan to cooperate...
And today, he would get what he wanted.
He had thought he'd have to plan meticulously to bring Satoshi down, but Satoshi himself had walked right into this, insisting on destroying Sukuna's fingers.
If he failed now, wouldn't it be nothing but self-inflicted humiliation?
Kamo Kaname, representing the Kamo Clan, was also staring intently at Satoshi. He knew exactly why he had been sent.
Gojo Satoshi had ties to the death of his grandfather, Kamo Shin.
As the grandson of the former president of the Blacksmiths Association, Kamo Kaname had long been suspicious about the cause of his grandfather's death.
He had asked Shinji about it many times, but the Clan Head always evaded the question.
It wasn't until Satoshi fell into his long sleep, and the influence of the Gojo Clan declined, that Shinji finally offered a guess.
There was no conclusive evidence, but Kamo Kaname didn't feel any was needed.
It was all too logical.
His grandfather had witnessed the birth of Ryūjin Jakka at the Gojo estate. Upon returning home, he immediately arranged his own funeral and then committed suicide.
After his death, the Blacksmiths Association—built with his blood and sweat—was taken over by a blacksmith from the Gojo Clan. It made no sense.
The Gojo Clan had been the clear beneficiaries of his grandfather's death. Therefore, Gojo Satoshi and the Gojo Clan had to be responsible...
(To be continued.)