The Proper Way to Unlock Heavenly Restriction

Jujutsu World higher-ups.

In a dimly lit room, a group of mysterious higher-ups was in discussion.

"That brat Satoru Gojo has already awakened his technique. It probably won't be long before he becomes the Strongest Sorcerer of this generation."

An aged figure, barely visible in the shadows, voiced his opinion.

Satoru Gojo was undoubtedly powerful, but his existence had also disrupted the balance, causing more and stronger curses to emerge in the world.

Moreover, Satoru Gojo did not have a good reputation among the higher-ups. He was arrogant, unruly, and domineering.

In short, he was not someone who would obediently fall in line, which gave the higher-ups quite a headache.

"Lord Tengen is simply too kind. If it were me, I'd make those two brats, Satoru Gojo and the other one, learn the consequences of disobeying orders."

At those words, the other figures fell silent, calmly staring at the speaker as if to say, "Do you not find that statement laughable yourself?"

"Ahem. Was I wrong?"

The old man's face reddened slightly, yet he remained convinced that he was in the right.

"Enough. Let us end the discussion about Satoru Gojo here."

What had already happened was pointless to discuss further.

"That person from the Zenin Family has returned, and Naobito even arranged for him to teach at Jujutsu High. What do you all think about that?"

"Oh? That tyrant?"

Clearly, the higher-ups knew something about what had happened within the Zenin Family back then.

"He has no Cursed Energy, yet his strength is no weaker than a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. He is quite the freak."

"He went to Jujutsu High to become a teacher? That has to be a joke."

"We should give the Zenin Family some face. Just treat it as keeping another useless person around. Jujutsu High already supports plenty of useless people anyway."

They kept Special Grade Sorcerers like Yuki Tsukumo around as useless people, so what did one more matter?

At the very least, this man from the Zenin Family could make the Zenin Family owe them a favor, which might prove useful in the future.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

That summer went by quickly. Shinsuke Zenin spent nearly all of it training, occasionally checking on how his nephew and niece were doing.

As for Jujutsu High, he had not gone there even once. His monthly salary arrived on time anyway, so why should he bother?

Of course, over that year, he had also shown Toji the proper way to unlock Heavenly Restriction.

"So this is why, despite us both having Heavenly Restriction, you're stronger than me?"

Drenched in sweat, Toji sensed a faint warmth emerging within his body and wore an astonished expression.

His physical strength, resistance to Cursed Energy, and exceptional senses had all been innate.

He had never thought that he needed training.

In comparison, he had spent more time honing techniques—ways to kill, methods of using weapons, and so on.

"It's not over yet. Sense it with your will and guide it into this spot in your left brain."

Shinsuke Zenin reminded Toji.

He did not want him to waste the power of vitality and blood he had painstakingly refined.

Following Shinsuke Zenin's guidance, Toji completed his first training session. As he experienced this power that only those with Heavenly Restriction could cultivate, it felt as though the doors to a new world had opened before him.

So Heavenly Restriction was not merely a restriction. It possessed its own unique power, one no weaker than Cursed Energy!

"Did you figure this out yourself?"

Toji looked at Shinsuke Zenin and asked.

"Of course!"

Shinsuke Zenin admitted it matter-of-factly. The cheat ability belonged to him, so saying he had figured it out himself was not exactly wrong.

"Train properly. Stop thinking about taking revenge on the Jujutsu World all day. You'd be better off spending that time getting stronger."

Mockery and contemptuous looks meant nothing. Only strength was what truly mattered.

"Who said I was thinking about taking revenge on the Jujutsu World? I stopped caring about that stuff long ago."

Toji retorted irritably.

He spent his days taking care of two children and working to earn money. How could he possibly have time to resent things from the past?

Perhaps influenced by Shinsuke Zenin, Toji had already stopped caring about many things.

Pride or whatever—other people's casual remarks could not deny the strength he possessed now.

So what if he had no Cursed Energy? His brother did not have any either. It was not as though he were the only one.

"Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring..."

Just then, Shinsuke Zenin's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Moshi moshi~ Can you recognize my voice?"

Yuki Tsukumo's voice came from the other end.

"Oh, it's you. Have you scraped together the money?"

"Hey, that hurts my feelings. Is money really the only thing we can talk about?"

"Oh, then have you prepared a year's worth of interest?"

"..." Yuki Tsukumo fell silent.

"Hah... Tokyo Jujutsu High. I'll wait for you here."

With that, the call ended with a sharp click. She was clearly furious.

Shinsuke Zenin did not care in the slightest. "Once you fill your first acupoint, I'll teach you what to do next."

Looking at Toji, he explained several precautions. Eight Gates training involved many details, and one careless mistake could result in backlash.

He did not know how far Toji could go. All he knew was that he could now feel the Eight Gates becoming increasingly difficult to cultivate the further he progressed.

After a year of grueling training, he still had not completely opened the Fourth Gate.

One could imagine that it was several times more difficult than cultivating with chakra.

"You're going to Jujutsu High?"

Toji memorized Shinsuke's instructions and curiously wondered what he was going to do at the school.

Eavesdropping on someone's call was not exactly proper, but his sharp senses gave him no choice. It was not as if he could cover his ears.

"I'm Jujutsu High's specially appointed hand-to-hand combat instructor. Isn't it normal for me to go there?"

"Huh?"

Toji stared at him in complete bewilderment. Did that even sound like something a human would say?

"You? A Jujutsu High teacher?"

"What's the problem?"

Shinsuke Zenin quickly tidied himself up and changed into the black short-sleeved shirt issued by Jujutsu High. His bulging muscles stretched the shirt taut, making him look every bit like a professional hand-to-hand combat instructor.

"I'm leaving."

He still had to collect his money. If he arrived too late, Yuki Tsukumo might run off.

That summer, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru of Jujutsu High successfully advanced to Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers.

Satoru Gojo was even hailed as the Strongest Sorcerer of the current era.

From then on, the two partners, Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru, began taking missions separately and never fought side by side again.

Within the school, Geto Suguru sat wearily on a bench, the dark circles beneath his eyes plainly visible.

For nearly the entire summer, he had continuously exorcised curses and consumed curses, day after day.

Like a machine, he protected the safety of ordinary people. But were those people truly worth it?

Thinking of the ignorant people he had encountered that year and the ugliness in their hearts, he even began to question why he had become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Why did he have to protect those people?

The taste of curses truly disgusted him.

"Hayama, can you really keep being a Jujutsu Sorcerer?"

Geto Suguru suddenly spoke, asking the junior beside him, who radiated optimism.

"Hmm..."

Yuu Hayama rested his chin on his hand and thought carefully. Then he smiled. "I don't think I've ever considered that question. But if I do my best to do what I can, I feel fulfilled and happy."

"Is that so..."

That simple answer made Geto Suguru temporarily stop his wild thoughts.