"Is that so?"
Masamichi Yaga looked at the intelligence report in silence.
Gojo Sawa had been gravely injured, and Gojo Satoru had been sealed away.
His two students had fallen into such dire circumstances.
Yet as their teacher, there was nothing he could do.
What an... ironic feeling.
Crack—
Gakuganji Yoshinobu slowly pushed open the door. His gloomy eyes fixed tightly on Masamichi Yaga, his voice icy.
"Yaga, do you really not know how to create fully autonomous Cursed Corpses?"
Masamichi Yaga turned and silently looked at Gakuganji Yoshinobu.
Though their ideals were worlds apart, surprisingly, they were rather good friends.
"So Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru had barely run into trouble, and you came looking for me already?"
Masamichi Yaga gave a self-mocking smile. "To think I was protected by my own students... What kind of teacher does that make me?"
"Yaga, answer my question!"
Gakuganji Yoshinobu stepped forward, raising his voice.
"Sorry, I don't know."
It was the same answer as always, carrying that familiar firmness and stubbornness.
Under normal circumstances, Gakuganji Yoshinobu would have merely given him a look before flicking his sleeves and leaving.
But this time, Gakuganji Yoshinobu did not move for a long while.
Then, he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Masamichi Yaga by the collar.
"Yaga! This time is different! You have to hand that thing over!"
"Otherwise, they'll kill you!"
Masamichi Yaga's expression did not change in the slightest.
His consciousness began to drift, returning to that forest.
He sat beneath a great tree, gazing out at the lush sea of trees in the distance as a gentle breeze brushed his face.
Beside him, a humanoid Cursed Corpse less than a meter tall, with the head of a puppy, swung its feet.
"This forest is covered by Master Tengen's barrier. Xiao Wu,