Satoru Gojo Wants to Spar

"Kenjaku?"

Hearing the name, a flicker of surprise crossed Tengen's eyes.

He looked up at the impolite brat before him.

"You know Kenjaku?"

"He's not someone you can just look up. How did you know about him?"

Tengen put down the teapot, his expression growing serious.

"Maybe I looked pretty thoroughly?"

Shinsuke Zenin spread his hands, then naturally picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup.

"Never mind how I know about him for now. First, deal with my niece's situation."

He tapped the table, reminding Tengen.

"Since it's Kenjaku's doing, there's nothing I can do. You should go find him. Perhaps he can save your niece. However, I must warn you, that guy has grand ambitions and is extremely dangerous. You'd best be careful."

Shinsuke Zenin took a sip of tea and looked up at Tengen. "So, where is Kenjaku?"

If he could find Kenjaku, would he be here asking Tengen?

At this time, Yuji Itadori's mother should have long since disappeared. Otherwise, he could have gone straight to Kenjaku.

"Rude brat, do you think I'm omniscient? How would I know where he is?"

Tengen said irritably. Kenjaku had lived for over a thousand years and was her archrival. Sometimes male, sometimes female, how could she possibly know his location?

"Then I came all this way for nothing?" Shinsuke Zenin said. He had originally thought that since Tengen and Kenjaku had fought for so many years, she would know his whereabouts like the back of her hand. As expected, he shouldn't have held out hope that an old woman who had stayed home for a thousand years would be of any use.

"It wasn't for nothing. At least you got to drink the tea I brewed."

Tengen said unhurriedly. Not many people who drank tea brewed by her with her own hands were still alive.

"In that case, I'm quite honored."

"So, this state you're in, are you human or a Cursed Spirit?"

Shinsuke Zenin looked at Tengen, who was no longer entirely human, and wondered what grade a Cursed Spirit she would be. At least Special Grade...

"You can consider me half-human, half-Cursed Spirit. But in a few years, I'll become a complete Cursed Spirit. By then, if you still haven't found Kenjaku, you can come find me."

Because when she completely became a Cursed Spirit, Kenjaku would definitely come looking for her. Kenjaku's millennium-long plan would inevitably require the use of her abilities.

"Heh, you want me to be your free bodyguard? You've got some nerve. I'm leaving."

Shinsuke Zenin didn't linger to argue with Tengen and left decisively, taking the half-opened bag of tea from the table with him. The old geezer, as expected of someone who had lived for a thousand years, brewed pretty good tea.

Seeing this, Tengen didn't say much, only the rigid muscles in her cheek twitched.

"This guy... he knows a bit too much..."

They had never met before, yet he was so familiar and knew so many things. If she hadn't learned about Shinsuke Zenin from the higher-ups of the Jujutsu World before, she would have suspected that he, like her, was an old geezer.

Leaving the Tombs of the Star Corridor, Shinsuke Zenin ran into Satoru Gojo, who was returning from exorcising a curse. At this time, Satoru Gojo was already recognized as the strongest modern sorcerer in the Jujutsu World.

Looking at Satoru Gojo, whose eyes were wrapped in white bandages, Shinsuke Zenin teased: "What kind of curse required our strongest sorcerer to personally handle it?"

"Hm? Are you here to pick up a mission too?"

Even though his eyes were covered, it didn't affect Satoru Gojo's vision. He watched Shinsuke Zenin emerge from Jujutsu High carrying a bag of opened tea, looking somewhat curious.

"I don't take missions below Grade 1. I just came to see an old fellow."

Shinsuke Zenin said casually.

"You're really strange?" Satoru Gojo quipped.

They were both teachers at Jujutsu High. They weren't exactly close, but they were at least normal colleagues.

Moreover, in a way, Shinsuke Zenin had become a teacher at Jujutsu High before Gojo, making him Gojo's senior.

"Right, Amanai once said that your involvement had something to do with Geto becoming a Curse User. Is that true?"

Satoru Gojo removed his white blindfold, revealing his star-like eyes as he gazed at Shinsuke Zenin.

He had caught Geto Suguru's trail during this mission to exorcise a Cursed Spirit, which reminded him of something Amanai had casually mentioned a few years ago.

And just as he was thinking about it, he ran into the man himself.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Shinsuke Zenin was speechless. How many years had it been? And he was still dwelling on it.

"That's true. Geto isn't the type of person to change his mind over a word or two."

In Satoru Gojo's eyes, Geto Suguru had always been the one to protect the weak, while he himself didn't care much for them.

Now, their personalities were the complete opposite.

"Speaking of which, as fellow teachers at Jujutsu High, we've never sparred, have we? Want to give it a try?"

Satoru Gojo stared into Shinsuke Zenin's eyes, eager to test him.

Of course, he wasn't just looking for a casual spar; he had a purpose.

He had long wanted to know the extent of the man in front of him's strength.

He should be stronger than the person who tried to assassinate Amanai back