Sukuna Continent, Jujutsu High.
"So, you let Jogo get away, right?"
Gojo Satoru shuddered all over at those words, sitting properly on his knees on the tatami with an innocent expression.
"Big brother, I already twisted Jogo's head off! I really made sure to finish him off!"
"But then a cursed spirit with branches growing out of its face suddenly appeared and used a technique to weaken hostility against me. And I was carrying Itadori at the time, so it was only inevitable that they got away~"
Gojo Sawa helplessly rubbed his hair.
"Well~ forget it. You can't really be blamed for that."
Gojo Sawa was not surprised that Hanami had rescued Jogo, especially with Kenjaku present.
Last time, Gojo Sawa had nearly killed Kenjaku and Hanami too, yet the two of them had still escaped.
It couldn't be helped. Kenjaku was, after all, a schemer who had plotted for a thousand years. People like that valued their lives the most.
Perhaps his combat strength was not among the very best, but when it came to escaping, he had trick after trick up his sleeve.
The safest way to kill Kenjaku for good was for Gojo Sawa, Gojo Satoru, and Suguru Geto to move together.
They would trap Kenjaku completely and blast him so thoroughly that not even scraps remained.
"Should we set a trap?"
Gojo Sawa considered using Sukuna's Finger at Jujutsu High to bait Kenjaku, then having himself, Satoru, and Geto take Kenjaku out in one fell swoop, ending the matter once and for all.
He was not the indecisive sort. His principle was to pull weeds out by the roots—when you were sick, he would take your life!
"This is a bit troublesome..."
A sunny beach.
Hanami and Mahito were playing beach ball, while Dagon, in his