"Fifteen..."
Amber calmly gave a number without even blushing.
Though this body should have been seventeen, and she herself was nearly twenty, saying she was fifteen did not seem strange at all for this body.
Despite Shier's well-proportioned figure, she was not very tall, and her face was rather youthful as well.
More importantly, the identity arranged by the system said she was fifteen.
When he felt a delay before his hand touched the girl's head, only truly making contact after he deactivated Limitless, Gojo Satoru knew that her technique was not something like a nullification technique.
Of course, it was also possible that it was not constantly active like Limitless.
"Fifteen, huh? Your age really is still a little lacking, but it's not a big problem~"
Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and continued asking, "Were you still conscious while we were fighting just now?"
"Mm."
Amber nodded.
"Then can you use the other you's technique as well? What type of technique is it?"
Gojo Satoru casually asked about her secret.
It was not because he was bullying a little girl who knew nothing. In the Jujutsu World, there was not much need to keep techniques too heavily concealed. Even if someone knew your technique, it was often useless. Methods that could counter a particular technique were not so easy to obtain.
Besides, some techniques were simply direct and overwhelming—so direct and overwhelming that there was nothing to counter.
"...It's Quantization."
Amber pursed her lips. "I can only use a little..."
She was too embarrassed to say that her brain was not sharp enough, so she could not make flexible use of the technique through physics knowledge and formulas like Black Amber. With Amber's current control over Quantization, she was still limited to teleportation. When situations became too complicated, she could not wrap her head around them.
Seriously! Abilities that required brains were so annoying. Couldn't they be like Tai Xu Sword Qi, relying on comprehension, or like Authorities, where all it took was I think it works, so it works?
This ability was useful in Black Amber's hands, but in hers, it became much worse.
I really want the Herrscher of Death and Life's core...
"Quantization, huh..."
Only then did Gojo Satoru understand why his Limitless had been completely unable to resist Black Amber's slash. His Limitless brought the mathematical concept of infinite series into reality, creating the hypothetical physical phenomenon of never making contact. But quantum mechanics...
Though it was a branch of physics, its properties could be considered a subversion of traditional physics.
Gojo Satoru was a typical king of the sciences. Though his main specialty was mathematics, and he did not have much in-depth knowledge of physics—especially the quantum field—he still had some understanding of it.
Techniques required quite a lot of knowledge to master. He saw through the girl's embarrassed expression at a glance, but he was no longer the reckless youth he had been when he was younger. Some things were better left unsaid.
"Techniques are generally engraved into the body, usually around the prefrontal cortex."
Gojo Satoru pointed to his forehead. "To use a technique, you infuse Cursed Energy into it. But because of the Incarnation, when the other you uses her technique, she infuses Cursed Energy into the area around your chest."
After saying that, he smiled reassuringly. "That means you actually still have your own technique that hasn't been developed yet. Once you learn how to use Cursed Energy, awakening your own technique will naturally follow."
But... setting aside what the girl's own technique might be, or even whether she had one at all, Quantization alone...
"My natural enemy, huh..."
Realizing this, Gojo Satoru smiled instead. "Looks like another special grade will appear soon. Those Rotten Oranges might panic themselves to death~"
"Rotten Oranges?"
Why did he suddenly bring that up?
"Ah, they're just a bunch of old geezers who hinder the healthy growth of young people."
Gojo Satoru casually disparaged the higher-ups. "They'll often come looking for trouble with you in the future, but don't worry. They can't beat you."
"I... see..."
Amber did not have a good impression of those Jujutsu higher-ups either. In Jujutsu Kaisen, what she hated most was not even the villain Sukuna, but those Jujutsu higher-ups who only held the protagonists back. After all, if Yuji and Sukuna had not made that Binding Vow, many later events would not have turned out so badly.
Ah... she remembered that the Kamo Clan seemed to have considerable influence over the Director's Office. That Brain was the head of the Kamo Clan, right?
In other words, the Director's Office was also heavily influenced by Brain.
"Alright, now that we've moved around a little, it's time to relax with some sweets. Your teacher is treating, so just say whatever you want to eat~"
Gojo Satoru was in no hurry to bring Amber to the Director's Office immediately. Those Rotten Oranges were terribly annoying. If they did not have some sweets first to improve their mood, what came next would be more than enough to ruin their day.
"Thank you, Teacher."
Amber nodded shyly.
Come to think of it, half a day had passed. She wondered how Shi Bao was doing.
The Herrscher of Reason Acts on a Whim.
"Ki... Ka... Ka... Star...!"
"Done!"
In the shadow of a towering building, the Herrscher of Reason looked at the round, ugly thing before her as it showed a satisfied expression, and finally smiled.
'Is there some purpose behind what you're doing?'
Within one of the Fenghuang Down feathers carried by the Herrscher of Reason, Fu Hua watched her actions in confusion.
"Come on, if everything needs a purpose, what's the point of living?"
The Herrscher of Reason waved a hand, her smile unrestrained and cheerful. "I just wanted to see what these Cursed Spirits were all about. Look, they're not actually that dangerous, are they? Negative emotions and all that—I can make as much of it as I want."
'...'
Fu Hua could not comment.
Earlier, the Herrscher of Reason had found a weak Cursed Spirit that could be seen everywhere, then found an office worker walking down the street. With her Authority over consciousness, she easily filled the office worker's already unsettled heart with overwhelming resentment in an instant, then made it disappear just as quickly, leaving the office worker utterly confused.
But messing with the office worker was not the Herrscher of Reason's goal. She mainly wanted to see what these so-called Cursed Energy and Cursed Spirits really were.
During her little experiment, the massive negative emotions spilling from the office worker instantly made the Cursed Spirit in her hand drool with desire. The Herrscher of Reason was not afraid of letting it eat, so she directly tossed it over.
This nameless Cursed Spirit, which had lived in the sewers since its birth and was weaker than even the most pathetic Cursed Spirit Fly Head, became a Grade 4 Cursed Spirit in one go under the Herrscher of Reason's operation.
Seeing this, the Herrscher of Reason found another person and once again used her Authority to make her generate plenty of resentment, feeding it to the Cursed Spirit. Repeating the process over and over, this Cursed Spirit had already become Grade 2, making it a fairly powerful Cursed Spirit.
"Even at Grade 2, it doesn't have any stable, mature consciousness. It only knows how to open its mouth and beg for food. These Cursed Spirits are way too hard to enlighten."
The Herrscher of Reason stroked her chin and simply used her Authority to directly invade the Cursed Spirit.
Just as she had expected, though it was still immature, the Cursed Spirit had indeed developed consciousness. And the Herrscher of Reason was not afraid of confused consciousness—what she feared was no consciousness at all.
So, she simply remodeled the Cursed Spirit's consciousness.
She did not change much, only broadened its capacity for thought.
Since it was her first time doing this, the Herrscher of Reason was somewhat rusty. Fortunately, she was an expert in this field after all, and in less than five minutes, she had already figured out the structure of a Cursed Spirit's consciousness.
"Lord... Lord Herrscher of Reason!"
After more or less raising the ugly ball's thinking ability to the level of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old human, the Herrscher of Reason finally stopped. As its expression gradually changed from blankness to reverence, the sense of accomplishment welling up within her patched up the loss she had felt over losing her antique.
"Not bad. At least you remember the grace of this Immortal's enlightenment."
The Herrscher of Reason clasped her hands behind her back, a satisfied smile on her face.
She had not lived these five thousand years for nothing. Fu Hua had the title of Crimson Kite Immortal, so how could she not get one for herself? After years of wandering Shenzhou, swindling people... no, doing good deeds, the Herrscher of Reason had also gained an Immortal name praised among the people: the Cloud Roaming Immortal.
Therefore, there was no problem with her calling herself an Immortal.
"Yes... yes... Immortal, broad-backed and burly; Immortal, scattering wealth like a child... Pfft!"
"If you don't know how to praise someone, then don't! You're flattering the wrong way. Are you asking this Immortal to teach you a lesson?"
The Herrscher of Reason withdrew the foot she had used to kick the Cursed Spirit away and said with a dark expression.
The Cursed Spirit did not know why she had suddenly become angry. Humans clearly praised people like that all the time. But it did not dare say more and could only lie on the ground miserably, looking toward the Herrscher of Reason.
"Forget it. You're so ugly that you offended my eyes, so I won't hold it against you."
Too lazy to look at its face any longer, the Herrscher of Reason prepared to leave.
But as if she had suddenly remembered something, her step halted.
After looking at the Cursed Spirit a few more times, she rubbed her chin. A plan arose in her heart. "That's right. Humans and Cursed Spirits each take half the world. Humans sit in their place openly and properly, so why can't Cursed Spirits?"
Thinking this, the Herrscher of Reason looked once more at the Cursed Spirit lying on the ground and staring at her. "Tell me where there are lots of Cursed Spirits nearby. From now on, follow this Immortal, and your future will be bright!"
Elsewhere.
After finishing their sweets, Gojo Satoru called a car over. Ijichi, the Assistant Supervisor who had learned of the girl's danger level through a text message, was covered in cold sweat. He feared that Gojo Satoru thought his life was too comfortable and was looking for an excuse to send him to his death.
Gojo Satoru had no idea that this Assistant Supervisor, whom he had bullied year-round, already saw him as a demon. He was still smiling as he invited the girl into the car.
Fortunately, nothing Ijichi feared happened. Apart from the girl nervously asking a few questions along the way, and Gojo Satoru answering them absentmindedly, there were no incidents.
After getting out of the car, Amber followed beside Gojo Satoru, curiously looking around.
With Gojo Satoru leading the way, they did not encounter any obstacles. Just as Amber was wondering what questions she would be asked later, Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "I've already told those old geezers about you."
"Ah? Oh."
Amber did not know why he had suddenly brought that up.
"Later, they'll definitely try every possible way to talk with you and get you to say something that can be used against you. Then they'll use that as grounds to 'judge' you."
Gojo Satoru's smile became much more artificial. "When that happens, you only need to do one thing: say nothing and do nothing."
"I don't need to speak with them?"
Amber froze for a moment.
"Haha, I'm your teacher, after all. And you've only just learned about the Jujutsu World. If you try to talk with them, those Rotten Oranges will definitely trick you into going around in circles."
Gojo Satoru's tone did not hide his disgust for the higher-ups or his protectiveness toward his student. "So you don't need to say anything. Even if they ask you questions, just ignore them."
"...Alright."
"By the way, the Rotten Oranges themselves aren't here. Only their Shikigami are here, so even if you want to vent your anger, wait until after we leave this place~"
That was clearly meant for Black Amber.
As they spoke, they arrived at a dark room. Once they entered, the door slowly closed behind them. Candle flames lit up one after another in the darkness, illuminating dozens of screens surrounding the center of the room.
"Is this the child incarnated by that special-grade curse?"
"Gojo Satoru! Why didn't you bring her here sealed!?"
"Yuta Okkotsu was already the Director's Office's greatest tolerance toward you! And now you've brought back another ticking time bomb! What exactly is the authority of the Jujutsu World in your eyes!?"
Before Amber could react, accusation after accusation came flying at her. The merciless scolding and hostility directed at her made Amber feel deeply uncomfortable.
"Gojo Satoru! Why aren't you speaking!? Why didn't you kill this thing!?"
Faced with their repeated questioning, Gojo Satoru smiled. It was not the gentle, casual smile he wore around Amber, but an utterly cold one. "Putting everything else aside, if the curse inside this child gets provoked by you and comes out, I won't be able to protect this Director's Office~"
A New Companion.
As soon as he said that, the atmosphere, which had been filled with voices clamoring to kill or seal Amber, abruptly froze.
What was Gojo Satoru saying?
He could not stop it?
"Haha, unfortunately, that's exactly how it is."
Only after everyone fell silent did Gojo Satoru laugh sincerely. "The curse inside little Shier is terrifying. It's no exaggeration to say that its nature is completely my nemesis."
In the distance, a Kamo Clan man with stitches across his forehead, controlling a Shikigami, frowned.
His name was Liao Ta. He was a sorcerer who had lived for more than a thousand years, achieving immortality by continuously transplanting his brain into other people's bodies. For a millennium, he had secretly manipulated one corner of the Jujutsu World.
"A technique that counters Gojo Satoru?"
This sorcerer, who knew the information of every major clan extremely well, could not help revealing an interested expression.
The Six Eyes were not much of a threat to him. It was not as if he had never killed a Six Eyes user over the past thousand years. But there was no denying that killing one required many methods, as well as plenty of planning and arrangements. Yet someone with Gojo Satoru's personality was saying that someone could counter him...
"Don't joke around...!"
The others from the Director's Office said, "You are the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes. Recognize your responsibility!"
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