Mahito, the leader

Afterward.

Rhaast trailed behind Araki Itsuki in boredom, his murderous gaze fixed on every living thing that appeared before him.

Araki Itsuki sighed helplessly. "Rhaast, can't you rein it in a little?"

"Hmph, my appetite for violence hasn't been satisfied yet!"

"In that case, slaughter whatever cursed spirits you want in this city."

Yet Rhaast stood his ground, his voice filled with displeasure. "There are too few cursed spirits. They're nowhere near enough to satisfy me!

"I want to slaughter at will, feasting on flesh amid the screams of the living.

"Countless ants crawl through this city. Only the blood and screams of these humans can bring me pleasure!"

Araki Itsuki gradually stopped and slowly turned around, regarding Rhaast with the ghost of a smile.

"I'm not done playing my game yet."

"They're nothing but a bunch of ants!"

The atmosphere grew tense. At that moment, the bloodthirsty demon could no longer suppress his ravenous urges.

"I can't wait to start the massacre!"

Araki Itsuki frowned, his gaze turning icy. His authority as the Lord of the Death Star steadily manifested, rising like a deathly black sun and bearing down on Rhaast.

He snapped:

"Insolent! Rhaast, I am the Lord of the Death Star. You only exist by clinging to my power!"

The hideous demon Rhaast took a step back, finally yielding beneath Araki Itsuki's icy gaze.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We are all your humble servants!"

Araki Itsuki waved a hand. "Go indulge yourself. Don't cause too much of a stir."

Elsewhere.

Suguru Geto scrolled through his phone. He had his own people inside Jujutsu High who could provide relevant intelligence.

The pitifully scant information on Araki Itsuki gave him a headache.

"No prior records, not even a known age. What do they mean, he appeared out of nowhere? He couldn't have just sprung up from the earth, could he?"

"His cursed technique's abilities and name are blank too. What are these people even doing?"

As his thoughts wandered, he arrived at a door.

Click!

Despite the towering apartment building outside, turning the handle revealed a beautiful seaside, with white waves rolling in one after another and several lush coconut palms decorating the scenery.

Suguru Geto looked down at Dagon beside him. "Looks like this really frightened you. You opened your innate domain as soon as you got back. Want to master Domain Expansion sooner?"

Still in his cursed womb form, Dagon said nothing and quickly hid in the surging sea, drifting with the waves with only his vacant-looking head exposed.

Dagon deeply valued his bonds with his companions. Even in a crisis, his thoughts turned to Mahito and the others. When he encountered Kento Nanami's group, he had hidden behind a pillar, trembling.

He had even cried after being knocked down, yet he would still charge forward without hesitation to avenge his companions.

This incident had shaken him deeply. After watching Jogo and Hanami take such savage beatings, he wanted only to grow stronger quickly so he could help everyone!

"You're back."

A young man who looked about twenty lay on a beach chair, leisurely reading a book.

Stitches covered his body and face. His medium-length blue hair was usually gathered into three sections, with the section on the right draped forward over his shoulder.

His right eye was gray, his left blue. He wore a black top patterned with a grid and black trousers.

He was the special grade cursed spirit Mahito.

The leader of the cursed spirits, a curse born from humanity's hatred and fear of humanity.

"What a sorry sight."

Noticing their injuries, Mahito set down his reading material and put on a teasing smile.

"We ran into a lunatic. His power was strange. We couldn't tell what his cursed technique was at all, only that it involved devouring and absorption."

"Is he an enemy?"

Suguru Geto thought back to the madness and brutality on Araki Itsuki's face.

"Not necessarily an enemy, but definitely a demon steeped in evil."

"There's pure evil in him, but it's not the kind that bullying the weak can satisfy. He seems interested only in seeing the entertaining parts. A very strange man."

Then Suguru Geto recounted the day's encounter to Mahito.

"Haha, what an interesting fellow!"

Mahito laughed without restraint, then turned his gaze toward the battered Jogo. "Glad you're all right."

"Which eye of yours saw me being all right?!"

Just thinking of Araki Itsuki's face made Jogo furious. He was nothing but a fake, yet he was so contemptuous, so brazen, so arrogant!

The longer he lay on the beach chair thinking about it, the angrier he became. The Mount Fuji atop his head kept erupting with flames.

No, I need someone to take this out on!

Mahito fanned himself with exaggerated motions. "Don't get so worked up, Jogo. It's hot."

"What are you thinking?"

Rather than answer, Jogo turned toward Suguru Geto, who stood there looking utterly harmless. "How many of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers am I worth?"

"Seven or eight, I'd say. Why?"

Jogo smiled confidently. "Give us the Prison Realm, and then I'll go kill Satoru Gojo!"

Suguru Geto's expression stiffened. Bewildered, he tried to dissuade him. "Weren't you just injured? Why would you go after Satoru Gojo now?"

"Getting injured pissed me off. That's exactly why I'm going to kill that Satoru Gojo and vent my anger."

Hearing that idiotic reasoning, Suguru Geto inwardly went wild.

Does anyone understand what I'm dealing with here?!

Just then.

Mahito spoke. "Let Jogo go. If Satoru Gojo's reputation is all hype, Jogo can kill him and unwind. If he's really as strong as you described..."

"Then we'll follow your plan and seal Satoru Gojo at the right place and time. After that, we'll establish the advantages we need and fight the jujutsu sorcerers."

For Suguru Geto's plan to seal Satoru Gojo, his own face was the greatest trump card. That meant he couldn't show himself before Jujutsu High, and many of his subsequent plans still required these special grade cursed spirits.

He couldn't afford to lose these special grade cursed spirits, so he had no choice but to maintain their cooperation.

Thus, as he looked at Jogo, who had no idea what he was getting himself into, a flicker of mockery crossed his eyes.

"I have no objections. We'll carry out the sealing plan in Shibuya on October 31. I'll contact you later with the details."

With that, Suguru Geto turned to leave. As he pulled open the door, contempt filled his thoughts. A mere cursed spirit, spouting such grand claims!

Watching Suguru Geto leave, Mahito burst out laughing. "Jogo, someone doesn't have much faith in you."

Jogo snorted. Before he had even made his move, Suguru Geto was already discussing plans to seal Satoru Gojo. Clearly, he had no confidence in him whatsoever.

Hanami: "&%￥&*%￥&."

Jogo endured the irritation of the meaning burrowing into his brain and listened to Hanami finish.

"You want to come with me?"

Hanami had the appearance of a maternal young woman, an inorganic spirit, a statue. Her temperament was probably the gentlest of all the cursed spirits.

If the timid, fearful Dagon was the second son, then Hanami played the mother's role in this family of cursed spirits.

That was why she wanted to accompany Jogo and protect him.

Jogo was still displeased, but Mahito had already made the decision. "Jogo, Hanami, you'll go together.

"Remember, act cunningly, like curses and like humans."

Seeing that no one believed in him, our dear Jogo lay sulking on his beach chair, healing his injuries.

Inside, he grew angrier and angrier.

He's just Satoru Gojo, isn't he? Just watch me take him down!