But Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up when he heard that. "Then you should come even more!"
"Huh?"
"We need talent like you! Do you need the higher-ups' addresses? You're welcome to pay them a visit anytime. Oh, but it'd be best if you only killed the important old ones. The Jujutsu World is rather short on people. If you kill them all, there won't be enough manpower left."
Gojo Satoru smiled. "The younger ones can still change, so it's best to leave them alive."
"Good grief, are you treating me like a broom?"
Herrscher of Reason did not refuse immediately. Instead, she looked at Amber. "I don't really care, but it depends on Shier. Honestly, the old fossil hopes you can handle these matters yourself. If you can't handle them now, deal with them later. Consider it training for you."
"To be honest, I don't really agree with the old fossil's way of thinking. Since we're already beings like this, I don't think there's any need to live so tiredly. Wouldn't it be better to do whatever you want? Still, it won't do you any harm."
Herrscher of Reason's thoughts were simple. Amber could do whatever she wanted. Weren't masters and martial aunts like them supposed to be her support? If the younger ones got bullied, the older ones would step in. Just like with the Jujutsu World today—since Amber had suffered at the hands of the higher-ups, couldn't the two of them simply deal with the higher-ups directly?
They could either brainwash them or kill them all. There were plenty of ways.
"This..."
Amber actually had a vague idea of what Fu Hua was thinking.
In Fu Hua's eyes, Amber had plenty and plenty of time—so much time that she had endless opportunities to make mistakes. Across long years