I teach a jujutsu class, not Team 7!

"Fushiguro... give me a sword!"

Maki, the very embodiment of resentment, staggered to her feet, drew a long blade from Fushiguro's shadow, and charged for a second round!

The boss lady initiated the fight, and her errand girl Kugisaki followed instantly.

"Jiahao, prepare to die!!"

Crack!!

Kugisaki had barely taken two steps when she saw the boss lady Maki get whipped back even faster by a roundhouse kick.

Kugisaki stopped short, only for a chicken drumstick bone, sucked clean, to strike her forehead and send her flying.

That was close!

Mai and Miwa, who had nearly charged in with the others, promptly lay still on the ground, breathing quietly and playing dead.

Mai turned her head to look at Kugisaki, who had a chicken-bone imprint on her face, and snickered.

Damn it!

I almost forgot this lunatic was a sigma Jiahao, too!

But how dare he strike my beautiful face! Unforgivable!

Once I get stronger, I'll pin this lunatic beneath me and whip him mercilessly!

Get stronger. I have to get stronger!

Lying on the ground, Itadori and the others silently steeled their resolve.

"That's a decent look in your eyes. Unfortunately... you're too weak."

Dressed entirely in white, Uchiha Zuohao stepped forward and looked down coldly at the sorcerers on the ground. "I only spared your lives today on a whim."

"The next time we meet, I, your King, won't hold back."

"If you can't accept that, work hard and grow stronger. Strong enough to earn the right to stand proudly before your King."

Jiahao walked toward Itadori, one step at a time. "Remember, Itadori. Every disadvantage in this world stems from the inadequacy of those involved."

"I have high hopes for your potential, but you've grown far too complacent!"

With that, Jiahao swept his black hair back from his forehead with one hand, turned, and stepped into the void behind him. "Watch me. Burn the sight of my back into your memory!"

"Then chase after me with everything you've got!"

Itadori watched Jiahao's retreating figure disappear, his fists clenched tight.

"Those lines sounded pretty cool, but the soda can and takeout packaging on the ground really cheapened the whole thing."

Kugisaki dusted her hands off and rose from the ground. "Did you hear that, Uzumaki Mingzhang? Hurry up and get stronger so you can bring your Uchiha Zuohao back!"

Despite the ridiculous joke, Kugisaki's eyes were unwavering. "You'd better bring him back so I can really give him a piece of my mind!"

Panda walked over, grinned, and gave the two of them a thumbs-up. "I believe in you, Uzumaki Mingzhang, Haruno Kugisaki!"

Maki staggered to her feet with her ribs broken from the kick and glared at the unperturbed, white-haired Gojo. "Kakago, remember to bring your student back!"

Dragged into the script for no apparent reason, Satoru Gojo's mouth twitched. "I teach a jujutsu class, not Team 7."

With that, Satoru Gojo pulled a black ribbon from inside his clothes and tied it around his face to form a mask that left one eye exposed.

Two minutes later.

When Yaga arrived at the scene with a thoroughly grim expression...

The enormous crater before him made his expression even grimmer!

Then he turned and saw the filthy, bedraggled students from both schools, along with the white-haired Satoru Gojo, who was looking around and whistling...

At the end of his rope, Yaga smiled.

"You used the school as fireworks?"

His fists clenched hard, Yaga grinned and walked toward Satoru Gojo. "Satoru, you'd better have a reasonable explanation."

"Chotto Matte!"

Facing his teacher's loving iron fist, Satoru Gojo said solemnly, "This isn't my fault. Jiahao was the one setting off fireworks!"

"This happened, then that happened!"

Several minutes later, having pieced together the whole story, Yaga frowned at Satoru Gojo. "You couldn't stop him from leaving?"

"Of course I could. Who do you think I am?"

Satoru Gojo raised his eyebrows and spread his hands. "Capturing a lunatic alive isn't a problem if I go all out..."

"The problem is that you don't have the money for a new school campus, and you'd also have to find a whole new batch of students to enroll."

"Tch!"

Maki, with several broken ribs, and Kugisaki, with the chicken-bone imprint still on her face, both looked disgruntled.

Sure, it was true... but that still hurt!

And that sigma Jiahao didn't show pretty girls the slightest mercy!

Hearing Satoru Gojo's almost painfully blunt statement, Itadori's gaze grew even firmer as he lay on the ground.

I can't keep being this weak!

Noticing the change in his students' eyes, Satoru Gojo smiled silently.

Jiahao's lines had been a little pretentious, but his point was valid.

"Keep at it, Yuji!"

He turned his gaze to Yaga, whose figure looked desolate as he stood before the enormous crater.

"There's no need to look so bitter. I'll pay to repair the school."

To Satoru Gojo, the current head of the Gojo Clan, any problem money could solve had never been a problem.

Ever since he was little, Satoru Gojo's allowance had been an astronomical sum that left people speechless.

Clothes costing hundreds of thousands of yen apiece, changed every day.

While he was still at Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo had paid one billion yen out of his allowance to buy Megumi Fushiguro from the Zenin Clan.

Before transmigrating, Jiahao had once marveled that Satoru Gojo was like one of those conceptual gods in novels...

A gender-swapped Liu Ruyan.

Handsome, rich, and the strongest of his era to boot.

Like that conceptual god, Empress Ruyan, he had impeccable, top-tier outward attributes...

Yet his character's ending was always a complete mess.

"Ah!"

Standing before the deep crater, Yaga sighed heavily. "It's not just the buildings. The Tengen Barrier covering the campus needs to be set up again, too."

Jujutsu High's barrier had gone hundreds of years without a problem, only to set a new precedent under his watch.

Truly, all a cursed spirit's scheming couldn't compare to a lunatic's flash of inspiration.

Just then, a sorrowful, tear-jerking melody drifted out of the speakers connected throughout the school.

Snowflakes drift, the north wind sighs~

Heaven and earth~ stretch vast~ and bleak~~

"Wang Jiahao!!!"

Veins bulged across Yaga's forehead, and his eyes widened with fury. "Satoru, go to the Broadcast Room and catch that bastard!"

"Don't hold back. Beat him with everything you've got!"

"The barrier's already broken anyway. At worst, we'll renovate the whole school!"

"Too late."

Satoru Gojo looked toward the Broadcast Room. "His presence is gone. He should be gone for real this time."

"That little brat!"

Yaga's teeth ached with anger.

Whatever else could be said about him, when it came to getting under people's skin, Yaga was willing to crown Jiahao the best on Earth!

Ring, ring~

Yaga glanced at the text message on his phone and nearly blacked out and collapsed.

"Quick, help me to the meeting room!"

Dusk. Sunset.

The orange-red evening glow streamed through the glass window and fell across Yaga's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"An unidentified intruder breached the Tombs of the Star Corridor. Two guards at the cursed object vault were severely injured."

Inside the meeting room, Ijichi relayed the compiled intelligence in his hands.

"All six Special Grade Cursed Objects, Ryomen Sukuna's fingers, have been stolen."

"Special Grade Cursed Objects, cursed womb: death paintings numbers one through three, have been stolen."

"Based on the faint cursed energy residue at the entrance, we can be reasonably certain that the stitched-face cursed spirit Mr. Nanami encountered was responsible."

There was one thing Ijichi didn't dare mention: compared with the two sorcerer guards severely injured while defending the cursed object vault in the Tombs of the Star Corridor...

The aftermath of Satoru Gojo and Jiahao's battle had injured eighteen people, all of whom were still waiting in line at the infirmary for Miss Shoko to treat them.

"Have the Higher-Ups suppress the news for now!"

Yaga spoke in a low voice. "Jujutsu High's barrier was destroyed, and Special Grade Cursed Objects were stolen."

"If word gets out, curse user groups might set their sights on Jujutsu High's cursed object vault."

With that, Yaga looked at Gakuganji, who sat cross-legged nearby. "Did the curse user we captured say anything?"

Gakuganji replied, "He said he merely made a deal and acted on orders."

"The one who made the deal with him wasn't a cursed spirit, but a brat in monk's robes with a white bob haircut."

"That information really couldn't be much vaguer."

Leaning by the door, Mei Mei looked at Yaga. "Speaking of which, how exactly did the cursed spirit at the Goodwill Event get through Jujutsu High's barrier undetected?"

"That cursed spirit with branches growing out of its eyes had a very strange presence."

Satoru Gojo frowned. "Its presence was far closer to that of a nature spirit than a cursed spirit. Maybe it hid among the plants to sneak into Jujutsu High."

"There's another possibility... Jiahao used his cursed technique to hide it in a separate space and brought it in himself."

At that, several more veins bulged on Yaga's forehead. "That brat brought a curse into Jujutsu High before the Goodwill Event even started. He was probably testing the strength of the school's barrier."

"And that Sukuna's Finger he brought back from Junpei Yoshino's house must have had some kind of tracking mark on it."

"Otherwise, those cursed spirits couldn't possibly have found the barrier entrance to the Tombs of the Star Corridor."

"Damn it!!"

The more Yaga thought about it, the angrier he became, and the bulging veins on his forehead gradually formed a crosshatch.

"Then... should we put out a public bounty on Wang Jiahao?"

Utahime asked from beside him.

After a long silence, Satoru Gojo settled the matter. "Keep it under wraps for now."

As he spoke, Satoru Gojo removed his Black Blindfold and stared at Gakuganji. "Pass a message to those old cowards at the top for me. If they dare put a bounty on my student behind my back..."

"I'll slaughter the lot of you!"