"The Star Plasma Vessel and the Six Eyes' Child"

[Malaysia · Tsukumo Yuki's Temporary Base]

"Ha!?"

"Desk-bound Special-Grade Sorcerer," "Runaway Star Plasma Vessel," "the Gojo Clan's ancestral fairy"—Tsukumo Yuki sat astride her motorcycle with her legs spread wide, holding up a tablet. On its screen was the masterpiece that had recently gone viral on Roppongi Eye—

<The Pole Star Imprisoned by the Chain Called "Strongest": A Record of the Six Eyes Infant's Seduction and Tsukumo Yuki's Remaining Years in the Basement>.

Her long, shapely legs froze in midair. Her originally dashing expression underwent a catastrophic progression from shock, to absurdity, to the world has finally gone insane.

"...Fuck me."

As a pioneer in pursuit of freedom, the lady known as the [Desk-bound Special-Grade Sorcerer] did not particularly mind people spreading pornographic rumors about her and Gojo Satoru.

Of course, that was only if one ignored the fact that she was currently ninety—no, a full hundred percent tempted to smash the person who coined that nickname into the center of the earth, so they could physically comprehend whether she was truly "desk-bound" or not.

—After all, that Six Eyes brat really was handsome. If it came down to it, she would not exactly be losing out. But the problem was:

First, the article described her "handling" Gojo Satoru in all sorts of positions. That, she could not tolerate.

—She had not even pinched that Six Eyes brat's face once, so what gave the author the right to claim she had devoured him clean in the story?! Would the author make up for the experience she had been deprived of?!

Second, the article mentioned that Gojo Satoru had an extremely twisted fetish for "drinking breast milk."

When she read that part, Tsukumo Yuki instinctively shuddered. Gojo Satoru's face flashed through her mind, and she could not help feeling a chill run down her spine.

—That brat... played that perversely in private? No wonder his personality was so twisted.

Finally, the point that made her skin crawl the most.

"Who the hell..." Tsukumo Yuki's gaze instantly turned cold. The air around her grew thick and heavy from the resonance of Star's Fury. "Leaked the fact that I used to be a Star Plasma Vessel!?"

That was top-secret information. Even those old bastards at Jujutsu Headquarters might not all know about it, much less that Six Eyes brat from the Gojo Clan, who had been busy playing "Strong · Lonely · Love" back then.

Yet this little porno described it with absolute certainty, even using it as the foundation for an airtight theory of cursed techniques.

"Don't let me catch you, asshole..." Tsukumo Yuki gritted her teeth and shut off the screen, then violently twisted the throttle. The motorcycle let out an irritable roar. "Otherwise, I'll make sure you find out just how desk-bound this [Desk-bound Special-Grade] really is!"

[Tokyo Jujutsu High · Second Training Ground]

"Makoto, don't just lie there playing dead. Even though you're swollen up like an expired moldy daifuku, as your teacher, I still have to praise you—at least this time, you lasted three whole minutes before breaking your ribs. That's a huge improvement!"

Gojo Satoru crouched by the edge of the crater, unable to suppress the dazzlingly brilliant smile curling across his lips—a smile that made people want to punch him in the face.

Mizuki Makoto lay face-down in the mud pit. Trembling, he raised his right hand and firmly gave him an internationally friendly gesture. "...Praise my ass! Was that a lesson? That was one-sided demolition! And why aren't you investigating who posted that... no, that porno?! Don't you feel it? When you walk down the street now, everyone looks at you like you're a walking obscene banned book! And by association, your disciple has been branded a perverted sex fiend who likes drinking breast milk too!"

Whenever he thought about that article, Mizuki Makoto felt a faint ache deep inside his brain.

It had indeed been something he had meticulously planned.

In order to siphon power from both Gojo Satoru and Tsukumo Yuki, two Special-Grade Sorcerers, through "the entire Jujutsu Society's perception," he had risked his life betting Todo Aoi on a bare-knuckle fight. Only then had he managed to pry all sorts of details from that musclehead: Tsukumo Yuki's habits, combat routines, even what color underwear she usually wore and what positions she liked.

He had woven every one of those details into Star and Eye, an utterly absurd story that nevertheless felt explosively real.

But after finishing it and revising it over and over, Mizuki Makoto looked at the perverted scenes in the manuscript—scenes that even he felt would get him sunk in Tokyo Bay if he were caught—and became scared himself.

He had originally planned to seal the thing away in a locked case forever. Who could have guessed that during the ninety-nine days he was unconscious, Shoko Ieiri would toss that stack of "explosives" straight onto the internet in order to stimulate his cursed energy activity?

"Oh, don't worry about the details of that sort of 'academic material.'" Gojo Satoru rose to his feet and casually stretched his long legs.

He did not know who that damned author was—the one who had slandered his innocence out of nowhere and would sooner or later be stuffed into the Gojo Clan's basement by him.

But as the owner of the Six Eyes, he could clearly sense that ever since waking up, his student had changed.

—Under the enormous cognitive distortion caused by that ridiculous article, Mizuki Makoto's Limitless had been forcibly brought into an extraordinarily powerful domain.

"Though I still haven't figured out what you're really capable of, you now..." Gojo Satoru lifted his blindfold slightly, his Six Eyes glowing with a faint blue light. "...seem able to wield 'heavy' space directly without imitation. It feels as real as the 'gravity deep within the bloodline' written in that story, doesn't it, Makoto~?"

"Shut up! Don't repeat the lines, asshole!"

Mizuki Makoto sprang up. The cursed energy within his body exploded in an instant—an amount equivalent to 120% of Suguru Geto's terrifying reserves!

He no longer needed scattered echoes. Empowered by the perverted plot of that "mother-loving literature," they condensed into an intensely heavy tangible force.

The ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed—not because he exerted force, but because his very existence had become extraordinarily "heavy" in that moment.

"—Take this, blindfolded bastard! Crow Sits on Airplane!"

Mizuki Makoto's figure vanished in an instant. The next second, he appeared directly above Gojo Satoru, his five right fingers pressed together as he slashed down viciously with a dark red glow capable of warping one's vision!

BOOM!!!!!

With the two of them at its center, the entire surface of the second training ground was violently ripped up. The absolutely still defense of Inviolability actually showed violent ripples visible to the naked eye under Mizuki Makoto's blow.

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru raised a brow. "This [heavy gravity] actually produced a gravitational field that can slightly interfere with 'the distance of Infinity'? You still can't touch me, but this 'heavy' love is certainly interesting."

"That's killing intent! Pure killing intent!"

Mizuki Makoto gritted his teeth. Thanks to the "fatalism" provided by that porno, his movements became utterly unscientific—as though he were a folded sheet of paper, launching a torrential barrage of attacks against Gojo Satoru within a tiny space.

Three minutes later.

Mizuki Makoto stopped, drenched in sweat, and glared breathlessly at the first-generation scumbag blessed with the perfect physique for a host club career before him.

"Finished?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"...Finished." Mizuki Makoto let his hands drop in self-abandonment. He knew what came next.

"Then it's time for your teacher's 'return gift.'"

For the next two hours, Gojo Satoru gave Mizuki Makoto a comprehensive societal beating with the most plain and unadorned hand-to-hand combat and Blue.

By the time the sun set, Mizuki Makoto had become a lump of "something," sprawled at the center of the ruins.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and took a sip of iced cola. "The conclusion is in. Right now, you barely count as half a Special Grade."

"Only... half?" Mizuki Makoto protested indistinctly.

"Can't be helped. Your control over cursed energy is still far too rough, and your cursed energy reserves aren't as deep as Yuta's. Besides—if I rated a 'little monster' at your level too highly, how could I have the nerve to make you handle all those 'dirty jobs' for me in the future?"

"You... black-hearted... bastard..." Mizuki Makoto finally rolled his eyes back and passed out.

Gojo Satoru straightened up and looked over the ruins littering the ground. He muttered to himself, "Half a Special Grade... A surprise like this should be enough to scare those old men sleepless, right?"

He casually tossed away the red cola can, then sent a photo of Mizuki Makoto's "swollen pig head" to the group chat.

Gojo Satoru: "Today's quality inspection was a huge success! Makoto was so moved that he cried until his face swelled up~ (^▽^)"

The instant the photo was sent, Mai in Kyoto and Maki in Tokyo both liked it.

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