Scum Should Go to Hell to Repent

Toji Fushiguro had left.

Though he was deeply reluctant, he had to honor the debt he owed Gojo Sawa for saving his life.

In the name of his late first wife, Toji Fushiguro guaranteed that he would keep his word and voluntarily quit his job as the Sorcerer Killer.

"What? You're quitting?"

Shiu Kong, his broker, shouted down the phone.

Toji sighed. "I promised them. I can't just go back on my word, can I?"

"Besides, those three have appeared in the Jujutsu Society. I figure this line of work will be finished before long!"

"Huh? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Toji couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply hung up.

He looked up at the sky as a bird flew across it.

"Set a good example for the kid, huh..."

Suguru Geto toyed with Playful Cloud, which he'd just gotten back.

He'd bought the Special Grade Cursed Tool from Gojo Sawa on an installment plan and still hadn't paid off the debt. He couldn't very well let Toji have it for free.

"By the way, brother, your Reverse Cursed Technique can affect other people? Mine only works on myself."

Gojo Satoru was baffled. Gojo Sawa's Cursed Technique was exactly the same as his, so the effects of their Reverse Cursed Techniques should have been identical.

Geto chuckled and bragged to Satoru, "My Reverse Cursed Technique works on other people too, just like Sawa's."

"Looks like Sawa and I are both altruistic, big-hearted people. Only Satoru's a selfish jerk!"

"Huh? You've figured out Reverse Cursed Technique and gotten cocky, have you?"

"Likewise."

Seeing that they were about to start bickering again, Gojo Sawa spoke helplessly. "Both of you, shut up. We still have Tengen and Riko Amanai to deal with!"

At that, the two who'd been glaring at each other finally quieted down.

"But before that, let's go see those people from the Star Religious Group!"

A cold glint appeared in Gojo Sawa's eyes.

Before Toji left, he'd told Sawa where he was supposed to meet the Star Religious Group.

Sawa had no intention of letting those scumbags get away with it.

At that moment, the members of the Star Religious Group had gathered in a cramped room.

They clasped their hands together in devout prayer. In the middle stood a waist-high stone platform, just big enough to hold... a person!

But as time passed, one of them clearly grew impatient. "Where's the Star Plasma Vessel's body? Hasn't Toji Fushiguro arrived yet?"

"He's not coming."

The members of the Star Religious Group stared in shock at the three who had suddenly appeared. They clearly had no idea what had happened.

Gojo Sawa stared at their numb, hypocritical faces without expression, but a dense, icy killing intent gathered around him.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward. "Brother, let me do it. I won't feel guilty about it now."

Suguru Geto hurriedly stepped between them. "Hey! Sawa, Satoru, the mastermind already got away. There's no point in killing them!"

"Point? Does that matter?"

Gojo Satoru's face darkened.

Suguru Geto clenched his fists. "Yeah... it matters. To Jujutsu Sorcerers."

Crack—

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto froze, staring at the scene before them in shock, unable to recover for a long while.

Every member of the Star Religious Group in the room had been crushed into pulp in an instant.

Blood, brains, and entrails... coated the once-clean floor and walls, turning the place into a living hell.

Gojo Sawa, who had caused all this, didn't even bat an eyelid.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth. "Brother, you..."

"Hey, Sawa, they're ordinary people!"

Suguru Geto was shocked, but also somewhat angry. Sawa's slaughter of non-sorcerers clearly went against his beliefs. What's more, Sawa would be in trouble for it—he might even be wanted by the Jujutsu Society!

Gojo Sawa turned to Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto, his expression more serious than they'd ever seen.

"Satoru, Geto's right. This kind of thing does matter to Jujutsu Sorcerers. But Geto, I don't agree with your beliefs."

"Jujutsu Sorcerers are supposed to protect non-sorcerers? The strong are supposed to protect the weak? Don't be ridiculous! What if the non-sorcerer is a murderer? Would you save him?"

"No one's responsibility is a given. I don't even want to care whether other people live or die. But if I had to say what principle I live by, it's this..."

"Whether they're Jujutsu Sorcerers or non-sorcerers, scum should go to hell and repent!"

Suguru Geto was speechless.

He reflexively wanted to argue, but when the words reached his lips, he found he couldn't say them.

Deep in his heart, an even more extreme thought began to take shape.

"Yeah! We Jujutsu Sorcerers risk our lives fighting Cursed Spirits just to protect these stupid monkeys? Why?"

After a long silence, Gojo Satoru was the first to break the tension.

"Hey~ Why so serious, brother? It's all taken care of now, isn't it?"

Gojo Sawa let his serious expression drop and patted Suguru Geto on the shoulder. "Quit spacing out. Let's go!"

Suguru Geto came back to himself and smiled helplessly. "All right."

Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru left one after the other, and Suguru Geto followed. At the last moment, though, he turned to look at the room, now drenched in red, and murmured:

"Scum should go to hell and repent..."

"Um... can I come out now? It's way too hot in here!"

Masamichi Yaga stopped and glanced at the Rabbit Cursed Corpse beside him. Riko Amanai's voice came from inside it.

"Sorry. We were in a hurry, so I didn't take comfort into account when I made this Cursed Corpse."

Misato Kuroi comforted her. "Miss, please bear with it a little longer. Who knows if those bad people might track us down?"

Masamichi Yaga wiped away his sweat. "There's a safe house not far ahead. It's protected by quite a few barriers. We'll be fine once we get there!"

"Ugh! I wonder what kind of punishment I'll get when this all comes out... Those three brats are always causing trouble for me!"

Just as they were about to move, dozens of figures suddenly appeared ahead, blocking the road.

Masamichi Yaga and Misato Kuroi hurriedly stopped, instinctively stepping in front of the Rabbit Cursed Corpse.

Masamichi Yaga glanced at them, and his heart sank. Cold sweat soaked his back.

Every person before him was a Jujutsu High higher-up or an elder of one of the Three Great Families!

Yoshinobu Gakuganji, at their head, slowly stepped forward. His cloudy eyes gleamed with cunning.

"Yaga, why are you here?"

Masamichi Yaga froze, unsure how to explain.

Then Gakuganji looked at Misato Kuroi beside him.

"If I remember correctly, you're the Star Plasma Vessel's caretaker, aren't you? Which means..."

Gakuganji's gaze shifted to the Rabbit Cursed Corpse behind them.

"The Star Plasma Vessel is hiding inside that Cursed Corpse right now, isn't she?"