Jujutsu High.
Suguru Geto, Yuta Okkotsu, and Yuki Tsukumo had already returned.
The three wore grave expressions as they watched the carnage displayed on the large screen.
"Sawa, Satoru, is this guy Ryomen Sukuna?"
Suguru Geto paused the video and pointed at the demonic face on the screen.
"Yeah. He definitely looks like a tough one."
Gojo Sawa nodded and sighed with a headache.
"A fossil that's been dead for a thousand years—why did he have to come back and cause trouble?"
Suguru Geto rubbed his chin. Even through the footage alone, he could sense Sukuna's terrifying presence and his arrogant contempt for everyone else.
This was the bearing of the strong.
"Sawa, Satoru, if the three of us went together, could we win?"
Gojo Satoru was brimming with confidence. "Of course! No one can stop the three of us!"
Gojo Sawa shattered their illusions. "Save it. Kenjaku isn't that stupid. He'll definitely find a way to split us up."
"He's probably already picked opponents for the two of you."
Gojo Satoru snorted. "Tch! Do we really have to follow that bastard's script?"
Beep, beep, beep...
An alarm sounded, and everyone turned toward the large screen.
On the surveillance feed, Kenjaku, wearing Haruta Shigemo's body, stood openly in the center of the frame.
Behind him, the three great disaster cursed spirits made no attempt to hide their presence.
"Hi~ hi~ moshi moshi~ Can everyone at Jujutsu High hear me?"
Kenjaku wore a nasty, smug smile. "We've dealt with each other for so long, so I'll skip the pleasantries. This is the Shibuya subway station, and behind us..."
Kenjaku slowly stepped aside, revealing a dense crowd of ordinary civilians crouching on the ground, trembling as they were surrounded by a group of transfigured humans.
"With so many people here, who could