West Tokyo City, July, Eishu Juvenile Detention Center.
Wearing black-rimmed glasses, Ijichi looked relaxed as he faced the trio of Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki. "A few days ago, several non-sorcerers spotted the cursed womb of a special grade imaginary vengeful spirit..."
"All right, Ijichi." Suguru Geto smiled at him. "I'm leading the team. Are you still worried?"
"With you here, Mr. Geto, of course I feel reassured!" Ijichi pointed at Itadori and the others, his voice rising with agitation. "I don't know what got into the higher-ups. At first, they actually wanted to send just these three kids to handle this."
Suguru Geto smiled and shook his head. "Who knows what those old fossils are thinking?"
Yet Ze Zenin's words resurfaced in his mind. He hadn't expected them to actually be true...
Those old bastards really are deliberately targeting Gojo and Zenin.
Suguru Geto's gaze chilled. He didn't know why, but even though he had never met those pampered people at the so-called Jujutsu Headquarters, he couldn't help despising them.
I was supposed to be sent away on a mission yesterday, too. Luckily, Nanami and Haibara volunteered to take it for me. Otherwise, something would have gone wrong today sooner or later, wouldn't it?
"Mr. Geto, what kind of rank is special grade?"
Eager to learn, Yuji Itadori raised his hand and asked curiously.
"Well..."
Ijichi answered before Suguru Geto could. "Let me explain it in a way even an idiot can understand."
"Cursed spirits are ranked from grade 4 to special grade."
"If ordinary weapons could hurt cursed spirits, you could handle a grade 4 with a wooden bat."
"For grade 3, a handgun would barely give you peace of mind. A shotgun could just about handle grade 2. Even a tank couldn't deal with grade 1 or semi-grade